Will had waited for her to return for who knew how long. Blinded and restrained, so very uncomfortable. Cold, too.
And terrified.
Now that she was back, he didn't feel any better.
She walked over to him. "Alright," she said softly. "We're ready."
She grabbed his flaccid penis and he started at the familiar prick of a syringe at the base. He began to grow hard immediately.
Then Miss Tilly pressed his head against the wall and there was a squirt of bitter liquid into his nostril. Then the other.
"Inhale!"
As always, he reluctantly obeyed.
In the matter of seconds he was not only hard but his body was aflutter with a profound, and unpleasant, sense of intense arousal.
With drugs and restraints, and the right provided to her by law, she commanded total authority over his body and mind. Nothing was his anymore.
And this was the most frightful woman in existence, far as he was concerned.
She started to lazily stroke his cock. "I've missed playing with my favorite toy."
She had not done anything to him in days. In some ways it was worse than all the innumerable days of nearly constant attention before that.
Yes, absolutely it was worse. Because he knew by now she did nothing without a reason.
It was something horrible, he knew!
"This is a big day for you," she said then. "I have for the first time invited friends over to play."
Yes, he had known it! Something diabolical. Will's blood turned cold.
"Yes, I know Miss Taylor has been coming around quite a bit. This is different. There'll be so many hands to play with you! Remember the first time you met, I let those students play with you? Well, it'll be like that, except that all the ladies are experienced and now exactly how to work around a boy. And we have a lot more time. A LOT. Excited? I am."
Will could have started crying. He tried to control himself. But the thought . . . how long did he have to try to prepare himself?
"Well, you're in luck, you don't have to wait. They are here already. Come in ladies!"
He nearly had a panic attack at the noise which then erupted into the room. Footsteps and voices so many he could not quickly count them. More than three at least. And that gleeful malice that he could recognize in those feminine voices made him instinctually try to close his legs, but the spreader bar between his thighs kept him spread-out and available. He was suddenly keenly aware of his aching erect member, and it had never felt so at peril before. And in the light of his recent weeks, that was saying something.
Miss Tilly patted his head. "Here he is, my new darling boy."
"He looks scared," said one amused voice.
"He's just excited," Miss Tilly said. She gently gave his erection a bounce. "Aren't you?"
They laughed.
"Well, don't be strangers. What's mine is yours."
And then they came to him, who knew how many. His breath caught as suddenly there were hands all over him. Smells. Voices talking about him, to him.
He was no stranger to being used by groups, once he still lived with her stepsister and stepmother. But this felt different. Worse. If these women were anything like Miss Tilly. . .
He had all the reason to suspect that they were every bit like her.
Hands feeling up his cock and balls made him arch his back and tilt his head. The sensation was nearly unbearable. Fingers plucked at his nipples. He moaned through his gagged mouth.
The women laughed at him and were only encouraged. Long nails bit into delicate skin. Balls grabbed hard.
"He is precious," someone said.
"I haven't touched him for a week," Miss Tilly said, "to have him fresh for you."
"Hope you've kept him horny."
"Oh yes, indeed! He'll be quite receptive."
"He is very sensitive?"
"Very. And fun to hurt. Filthy little pain slut, I call him." She grabbed him hard by the throat.
"Mmmm-mmm. A fun torture afternoon. Like the old times."
Will whimpered in terror and humiliation.
"*laugh* Whimper is right, boy. We are mean old bitches."
"And you're just the kind of helpless young little thing we enjoy"
Helpless was precisely what he was as countless hands kept invading him, groping, pinching, scratching, slapping. Terrible words taunting him, promises of what they planned for him. Nothing worse, in truth, of what he'd experienced so far, but the notion of having those things done to him by so many women at once . . .
"Well," said one woman. "Shall we strap him down?"
The table! They were going to have him on the table! How he feared the table.
"Not just yet," said Miss Tilly. "I think some warm-up first. Alright, ladies. Everyone grab a whip!"
In terror, Will cried into his gag. He tried to beg.
Please, please, please!Of course, they loved it when he begged!
And there would be plenty more where that came from.
Will struggled to breathe. In his ears the terrible cacophony of his own desperate, agonized noises, cries and incoherent, useless pleas, the dreadful moaning of the woman fucking his face, the laughing of the other women, and the vicious piercing buzz of the electric tools they were tormenting him with.
Strapped to the table. Immobile, helpless, terrified, and in terrible pain.
The open-mouth gag had a mechanism that caught the tongue and stretched it far out. Some of the time the woman focused on the tongue, wagging helplessly with his cries, but a lot of the time she dragged her pussy all along his face, up and down. "Make use of that pretty face and mouth while the rest of us play with him," as Miss Tilly had put it. And the straps around his head and neck kept his head firmly in place, as defenseless as the rest of him.
The rest of him writhed and spasmed and shook hopelessly. He would have done anything for release, but he was firmly in place and suffered their merciless onslaught. How they loved his struggling, these female demons!
The electric current on his clamped, stretched nipples, his tied-up cock and balls, and occasionally on his anus gave piercing, relentless pain. And it felt as though the current ran in his entire body from head to toe, while was yet kept keenly aware of all the individual points of contact. The drug-induced arousal made it all the worse, yet the pain only deepened the arousal. It's like his body had turned him into some kind of masochist against his will, and he hated it with all his being!
These were indeed demons. And this was hell!
To make things much worse, he was starting to feel an orgasm building. Orgasm - what cruel mockery to call it that! It was the single most awful experience he could imagine.
And he could do nothing to stop it.
Maude slowly rubbed her clit, enjoying the sight of her friends playing with her toy. His nipples and genitals were so sensitive to electricity! As soon as she'd told them that, it was clear what they wanted to do. There were a few better ways to really fire a boy up than this kind of thorough shocking, multiple electrodes exploring all the sensitive bits. His nipples were in stretcher-clamps with Paula and Donna shocking them. His cock and balls tied individually to make them fully available, Danni, Taylor, Susie, Trish, and Savannah (the latter sitting on his legs, rubbing her bare pussy on his shaved shin) showering them with sparkling kisses, and giving his anus its due too. His lovely cock looked so wonderful large and helpless, tied up and relentlessly abused like that!
And they really loved his struggling and crying! Torture was all about reaction, after all. Really sending him to the edge of sanity. It really broke them. Made them all yours. Destroyed their little selves, throwing the independent will out the window.
Erika was availing herself to his tongue and face, as was appropriate. The young lady was really enjoying herself, grinding herself roughly back and forth, a firm hold on his hair. With his cute fussing, it was like riding a very special vibrator.
"He's gonna cum!" Danni said. With enough experience, you could always just tell.
At that, she, Susie and Trish focused their electrodes on the head, the most sensitive and vulnerable part of him, especially when cumming. Susie grabbed the shaft with a gloved hand. It was hot to feel them cumming against their will. All that helpless twitching.
The head swelled, and then it shot out an impressive load of cum, while they boy screamed and bucked, and the women laughed and whooped.
They kept rapt attention on that pulsating head, Taylor and Savannah joining in.
"He likes that," Maude said, feeling herself getting near to an orgasm watching her lovely friends have such a good time with her lovely crying, struggling toy.
"Oh really? Danni said. "I can tell!"
"Can't you just?"
"Filthy little pain slut, you said?"
"He sure is that!" said Susie, running the electrode across the slit.
They laughed.
Watching the show, Maude had a lovely orgasm. "Mmmh, don't stop, girls."
"Don't you worry," Danni said. "We've no intention to."
The boy's crying had given Erika a wonderful string of orgasms. He had a nice tongue and felt lovely as it vibrated with his cries.
Feeling very satisfied, yet still horny, she rose off. She smiled at his cute young face, all covered in her juices, and twisting sexily as the other ladies were still busy with his fun parts.
She jumped off and pulled a chair next to his head. "Are you having fun, honey?" She gave a little laugh. "We sure are."
"Sure are!" said Danni. She was masturbating his cock now, wearing a leather glove with studs on the palm side and all along the fingers. Such a clever tool for an "enhanced" handjob!
Erika was the youngest of the bunch, not yet in her mid-thirties, and felt she still had a lot to learn. And she was eager to.
She looked at the neat tongue-stretcher thingy. A brilliant design! A cool way to keep a boy's tongue useful even when he was too "occupied" to lick properly.
"Hmm." She said took hold of the knob with controlled the stretching mechanism. She gave it a little turn, getting that tongue out juuuust a little more.
The boy groaned, and Erika purred a laugh. Then she reached out to the table where there was one more electrode.
She touched the tip of his tongue. The boy cried, and she giggled low in her throat. "Aww." She touched the tongue again. Amusing reactions. Again. And again. Then she tried his teeth. Seemed to hurt. So she did it some more.
With her free hand, she started masturbating, while shocking the boy's helplessly open mouth all over.
Nice touch from Erika to go for his mouth, Danni thought, while mercilessly masturbating his oiled cock with the studded glove. It was so sensitive from the electricity - not to mention the earlier whipping and hot-waxing - that having the studs bite into the delicate skin must have been absolute agony.
But that wasn't all. As she was doing so, Susie slowly and deliberately ravished his urethra with an electrified sound, a sadistically blissful smile on her lips. Meanwhile Trish and Taylor kept shocking his balls, and Savannah fucked his ass with an electro-wand. Paula and Donna still had his nipples in their care.
This was exactly the kind of thorough stimulation you could achieve with teamwork! The boy was in such a delightful state of frenzy, sweating as his body had no choice but to attempt the impossible and free him from the pain. But he was utterly vulnerable and helpless, and all theirs, to play with and to torture as they pleased. And the evening had barely begun!
It would not take long for him to cum again. She smiled, loving the hands-on feeling, feeling him helpless in her hands. Dealing misery to his nice big organ with little more than her touch.
The other women were, of course, fully enjoying themselves as well. Nothing beat fun, sexy times with good friends! All worked as sexual educators, and no other profession hosted as deliciously sadistic women. To them there was nothing more satisfying than sexually torturing an attractive male. Dealing pain where pleasure used to be. And pain could be made so much more intense than any pleasure!
Danni herself worked at the Institution for Non-submissive Boys, and they really got the cuties there! But while she got to play with hot boys all day for living, free time was still free time. There was no curriculum then, only her own pleasure. And she had a vast sexual appetite, as unquenchable as it was sadistic.
The boy wasn't maybe as good bodied as she preferred them. After all, what woman didn't enjoy to look at a nice, proportionally muscled body? Nothing lovelier than watching one writhe helplessly in bondage! This one could've been in a better shape. But he was still a delight.
It did not seem to take long for Erika to have another orgasm. She had her electrode deep in the boy's mouth and one hand between her legs. She moaned as he cried and gagged, face glowing with pleasure by the sight of his suffering. While still pretty young, she was every bit as wicked as the rest of them.
And speaking of which, Maddy had seemed to have resigned herself to masturbating while watching her friends work on her boy. And who could blame her? She had been very busy with him, and now she could let others have a turn.
Once finished rubbing herself, Erika gave the boy's tongue a couple more jabs. Then said, "Maddy I need to piss."
"Toilet is right there," Maude replied.
Erika smiled at the answer she had been looking for. She released the mechanism holding the boy's tongue and went back to squatting above his mouth. With a wicked grin she started pissing. "And you best swallow it all, boy!"
"I need to go too," Susie said.
"Same here," from Trish.
"Well. Good thing there's no need to break for toilet!"
They laughed.
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"You best swallow it all, boy," the horrible woman said. Then she pissed.
While hardly the first piss he swallowed, this was as awful every time! There was no describing the feeling of deep humiliation of being used like a toilet like this. As if all the abuse had not been enough to strip him of all humanity, this was the icing on the cake. Even with all the other abuse going on, it still hurt to the core!
At that, he felt himself starting to cum again!
Maude smiled as her lovely boy came once more. He had such sensual orgasms. She loved giving them, hearing his precious moaning, and watching him convulsing. And now her lovely friends got to do it for her! An orgasm after another.
He was so lucky!
"He spilled!"
To his credit, the boy had managed to swallow most of her piss even when the orgasm had hit him. It had been so fucking amusing to watch him struggle with it!
"I'm gonna get him for that," Erika said, laughing. "Just you wait, buster."
Susie pulled out the sound to allow for what little cum he had left to drip out. Then Danni launched into absolutely merciless manual post-orgasm torture.
She laughed wickedly as the boy's cockhead was trapped in her relentless grip. The studs doing their work. She ran a forefinger across his slit to dig them in to that very vulnerable part. They boy was totally losing his shit! Hadn't it been for the right drugs he would have probably passed out . . . for about a dozenth time. But they intended for him to feel every little bit they had to give him.
"Doesn't this feel good, boy?" she asked. "It feels good to me. And you give such a wonderful reaction, how could I resist!" The head caught in her hold, she ground and ground. He was so big and helpless in her hands! "This cock is mine!"
"Ours," Susie corrected.
Erika caressed his twisting, crying face. "Just like the rest of you." She murmured with amusement. "What's that?" Pressing her ear closer as if to listen. "Awww, I think he wants us to stop!"
They laughed.
"We've barely started with you!" said Paula.
"That's true, boy. But please," Erika said with a grin. She leaned close to his ear and hissed, "Keep begging!"
They laughed again.
After some more of this, they all joined together again to give him electricity. Danni held on to his cock, loving that feeling of thick, throbbing, abused meat in her grip as it was shocked all over.
And he never did stop begging!
"Good boy," Danni purred.
"Let's make him cum one more time," Trish suggested. "Then move on to something else."
They agreed. And it was Trish's turn to piss.
Will was weeping. The women had finally left him alone, but he knew it was only for a break. They were yet having much fun with him - proportionally to his intense suffering! He cursed the horrible creatures - or would have had he had the strength to.
His body ached from struggling and lying there all immobilized. Chafed from the rubbing of the leather restraints. His skin burned from where they had whipped him earlier, which was more or less everywhere. His nipples were incredibly sore now that the clamps were off. The worst physical pain, of course, was between his legs. His cock had been made limp so it longer ached from being hard, but it felt raw beyond belief. Worse than he'd ever experienced it before. Still burning from all the electricity it had been subjected to, and the abuse from before that. His balls did not fare much better, aching like crazy. He felt if he weren’t already crying, if someone as much as touched them he would cry. Under all this, he barely felt the pain in his anus, but it did not feel good either. His mouth tasted like genital juices and piss, and it was also sore from the electricity.
Still, the worst pain was mental. Not only did the constant non-volitional arousal and the terrible "orgasms" feel like an attack directly at the foundations of his being, being so callously used and abused and having his suffering turned into a form of sadistic entertainment made him feel dirty and worthless. Like an object, a thing. And that, he knew, was the purpose of it as well - that and the sadistic entertainment.
He was starting to feel it. If they only abused him less, he would do anything, worship them and serve them without question. He had no need for freedom, nor for a self. After some more of this, he knew he would lose such things forever.
Yes, he knew. It was working.
He was starting to break.
In Maude's living room, the ladies were having a break with snacks and drinks. Paula was presently showing them pictures of her latest young boyfriend, a student of hers. He looked really lovely, especially when tied up real tight (as if all boys didn't look best that way). Good body, pretty face, big cock. In other words, perfect.
"I've been teaching him to keep licking my pussy and ass even with some more intense simultaneous 'distraction'. He's getting good at that, even if he does cry quite a bit." The woman grunted softly. "I find it very arousing, though."
"Of course."
"He's real popular in school, and little wonder. I don't mind." She was also a generous woman.
"How old is he."
"Eighteen," answered Paula, herself fifty-six, Maude believed.
"Lovely age."
"Very. Everything is still so fresh then."
True enough. By twenty-five, boys tended to be kind of used up and it showed. Not very attractive at all.
"Indeed. Speaking of which, what would you ladies want with our boy next?"
"I feel you have a suggestion," Taylor said with a smile.
"You know me so well! Actually, I had thought it that perhaps we should give his backside some attention. A good fucking?"
No one disagreed.
"I'm in the mood of trying something."
"We're all ears."
"Well, so far he's experienced double-penetration . . . but not quadruple!"
They liked the sound of that!