Moonboy
04-16-2007, 2:26 PM
SEAT OF REVENGE
CHAPTER 6
By Moonboy
The plexiglass box was cramped. It set in the middle of the floor, several feet of it in the basement, covered by a chair. Inside the box, Wretch, formerly Dr. Richard Richards, knelt. His ankles were chained together and to a ring in the floor of the box. His knees were tied wide apart. He wore a device similar to a jockstrap. But it was a tight, tight pouch squeezing his balls and cock. A catheter was inserted into his pisstube. His arms were held behind him in a leather sheathe that pulled his elbows close together. He was gagged with a ring-gag that held his mouth wide open. A feeding tube was inserted into his stomach. He no longer wore a mask as they no longer needed to keep his identity a secret. A stiff collar adorned his neck so he could look up and foreword but not down. And there he knelt, second after minute after hour after day after week after month after year. He could not believe what they had done to him. All he could think about was needing to piss, a common feeling with catheters, the hunger from never directly eating or drinking, the itching from the electrolysis that had permanently removed his body hair, the frustration of not being able to speak and tell anyone what was going on or even just scream in rage and frustration, the painful immobility, but most of all, the agonizing, aching, endless, gut wrenching sexual desires, the unbelievably painful blue balls and the overwhelming need to be licking a beautiful female ass every moment.
Tabitha Katz walked into the room.
“Good morning, good morning and what a wonderful morning it is,” she mocked. “The sun is shining, the birds are singing. Oh, but that’s right. You can’t hear any of that except when I hit the ‘on’ button on the intercom of your cage and you can’t see outside this room and only straight up at that.”
Tabitha brought her face close to the glass and mimicked a kiss an inch from his lips.
“Mmmm, too bad, so sad,” she grinned.
He writhed in silent rage and frustration.
“Now, now,” she teased. “I didn’t come here again just to tease you. Mostly but not just that. I have a present for you.”
She nodded to another woman.
“She’s an expert surgeon,” she grinned.
Of course, he could not answer. Even nodding his head was impossible. She was giddy with her absolute power over him.
“Guess what she’s going to do to you?”
At his silence, she laughed and said, “She’s going to make you more comfortable by getting rid of the need for that nasty gag and those useless, atrophied arms and legs.”
“Yes,” she said. “I’m making it impossible for you to ever come back from this. Poor wretchy.”
“Mmph. Gack. Gurgle. Glub,” he moaned as the Doctor sedated him.
Tabitha patted his head.
“You should be grateful I’m even sedating you,” she laughed.
He felt a needle go into his ass. He writhed but consciousness quickly faded.
“When you wake up, you’ll be a new man.”
His eyes were wide with terror. As his vision blurred, Tabitha turned and walked out as he could only stare at her shapely ass.
The next morning, he was a quivering disaster. Armless, legless and without a voicebox or teeth, he still wore the agonizing pouch. Tabitha walked in, another woman with her.
Dr. Ruth Baker walked into the room. Although about fifty years old, she was still in good condition thanks to aerobics workouts and a naturally good build with a shapely figure and large breasts. She was the one who had performed the operations. She looked at the helpless male in the box and laughed.
“Well,” she said, “I hear there’s only one thing you’re good for.”
He silently screamed, ‘No! I can’t be humiliated like this, especially not by women. Damn them! If I ever get free, I’ll, I’ll, I’ll lick and lick and lick, must lick, must lick, must lick. No! I’m Dr. Rich- Richie- Wretch- No! I- I must lick- must lick-“
But he knew he would never get free as the cycle trapped his mind and body yet again.
Meanwhile, knowing he was trapped, Ruth calmly walked to the chair.
“Open wide,” Tabitha smiled. “You are such a sweetiepie. You always do what you should be doing.”
Ruth turned and slid down her pants. His eyes were wide with disbelief of what she was doing to him.
“Bottoms up,” she smiled.
The subjugated wretch that was once Richard Richards silently screamed in humiliation and frustration.
“Naked, silenced, immobilized, chastitybelted,” Tabitha teased.
Ruth looked down from where she set above him and saw his wide, begging, unbelieving eyes.
Tabitha bent and displayed her cleavage, smiling at him.
“Naked, shaved, pierced, pretty much neutered, fixed and impotent for all practical purposes and yet always super horny. With that tight, tight pouch having restricted your miniscule little dicky and little toy balls for so long, they probably don’t work anymore anyway, not that anyone now in control of you has any use for them anyway.”
He felt firm ass cheeks wedging his nose between them. He had to look straight up at Ruth’s shapely ass.
“Now, you just be a good boy and admire my beautiful butt,” she said.
She wiggled to get comfortable.
“Now, I’m really not doing this out of anger,” Ruth said. “I didn’t even know you before now. I simply believe everyone should fulfill their best aptitudes in life and do what they should be doing. In your case, this is simply the only thing you’re good for.”
Tabitha leaned close and grinned.
“Don’t worry, Wretchie. She isn’t doing it for revenge. But when I sit on your face, I enjoy every moment of it.”
“Oh, Tabitha,” Ruth laughed. “I didn’t say I wasn’t enjoying it. I just said it wasn’t because of any desire for revenge against men.”
Tears of shame and humiliation ran from the eyes of the former Richard Richards. It would never end. However, at least he was sure it had gotten as bad as it could possibly get. As was the case every time he thought that, he was so wrong again.
CHAPTER 6
By Moonboy
The plexiglass box was cramped. It set in the middle of the floor, several feet of it in the basement, covered by a chair. Inside the box, Wretch, formerly Dr. Richard Richards, knelt. His ankles were chained together and to a ring in the floor of the box. His knees were tied wide apart. He wore a device similar to a jockstrap. But it was a tight, tight pouch squeezing his balls and cock. A catheter was inserted into his pisstube. His arms were held behind him in a leather sheathe that pulled his elbows close together. He was gagged with a ring-gag that held his mouth wide open. A feeding tube was inserted into his stomach. He no longer wore a mask as they no longer needed to keep his identity a secret. A stiff collar adorned his neck so he could look up and foreword but not down. And there he knelt, second after minute after hour after day after week after month after year. He could not believe what they had done to him. All he could think about was needing to piss, a common feeling with catheters, the hunger from never directly eating or drinking, the itching from the electrolysis that had permanently removed his body hair, the frustration of not being able to speak and tell anyone what was going on or even just scream in rage and frustration, the painful immobility, but most of all, the agonizing, aching, endless, gut wrenching sexual desires, the unbelievably painful blue balls and the overwhelming need to be licking a beautiful female ass every moment.
Tabitha Katz walked into the room.
“Good morning, good morning and what a wonderful morning it is,” she mocked. “The sun is shining, the birds are singing. Oh, but that’s right. You can’t hear any of that except when I hit the ‘on’ button on the intercom of your cage and you can’t see outside this room and only straight up at that.”
Tabitha brought her face close to the glass and mimicked a kiss an inch from his lips.
“Mmmm, too bad, so sad,” she grinned.
He writhed in silent rage and frustration.
“Now, now,” she teased. “I didn’t come here again just to tease you. Mostly but not just that. I have a present for you.”
She nodded to another woman.
“She’s an expert surgeon,” she grinned.
Of course, he could not answer. Even nodding his head was impossible. She was giddy with her absolute power over him.
“Guess what she’s going to do to you?”
At his silence, she laughed and said, “She’s going to make you more comfortable by getting rid of the need for that nasty gag and those useless, atrophied arms and legs.”
“Yes,” she said. “I’m making it impossible for you to ever come back from this. Poor wretchy.”
“Mmph. Gack. Gurgle. Glub,” he moaned as the Doctor sedated him.
Tabitha patted his head.
“You should be grateful I’m even sedating you,” she laughed.
He felt a needle go into his ass. He writhed but consciousness quickly faded.
“When you wake up, you’ll be a new man.”
His eyes were wide with terror. As his vision blurred, Tabitha turned and walked out as he could only stare at her shapely ass.
The next morning, he was a quivering disaster. Armless, legless and without a voicebox or teeth, he still wore the agonizing pouch. Tabitha walked in, another woman with her.
Dr. Ruth Baker walked into the room. Although about fifty years old, she was still in good condition thanks to aerobics workouts and a naturally good build with a shapely figure and large breasts. She was the one who had performed the operations. She looked at the helpless male in the box and laughed.
“Well,” she said, “I hear there’s only one thing you’re good for.”
He silently screamed, ‘No! I can’t be humiliated like this, especially not by women. Damn them! If I ever get free, I’ll, I’ll, I’ll lick and lick and lick, must lick, must lick, must lick. No! I’m Dr. Rich- Richie- Wretch- No! I- I must lick- must lick-“
But he knew he would never get free as the cycle trapped his mind and body yet again.
Meanwhile, knowing he was trapped, Ruth calmly walked to the chair.
“Open wide,” Tabitha smiled. “You are such a sweetiepie. You always do what you should be doing.”
Ruth turned and slid down her pants. His eyes were wide with disbelief of what she was doing to him.
“Bottoms up,” she smiled.
The subjugated wretch that was once Richard Richards silently screamed in humiliation and frustration.
“Naked, silenced, immobilized, chastitybelted,” Tabitha teased.
Ruth looked down from where she set above him and saw his wide, begging, unbelieving eyes.
Tabitha bent and displayed her cleavage, smiling at him.
“Naked, shaved, pierced, pretty much neutered, fixed and impotent for all practical purposes and yet always super horny. With that tight, tight pouch having restricted your miniscule little dicky and little toy balls for so long, they probably don’t work anymore anyway, not that anyone now in control of you has any use for them anyway.”
He felt firm ass cheeks wedging his nose between them. He had to look straight up at Ruth’s shapely ass.
“Now, you just be a good boy and admire my beautiful butt,” she said.
She wiggled to get comfortable.
“Now, I’m really not doing this out of anger,” Ruth said. “I didn’t even know you before now. I simply believe everyone should fulfill their best aptitudes in life and do what they should be doing. In your case, this is simply the only thing you’re good for.”
Tabitha leaned close and grinned.
“Don’t worry, Wretchie. She isn’t doing it for revenge. But when I sit on your face, I enjoy every moment of it.”
“Oh, Tabitha,” Ruth laughed. “I didn’t say I wasn’t enjoying it. I just said it wasn’t because of any desire for revenge against men.”
Tears of shame and humiliation ran from the eyes of the former Richard Richards. It would never end. However, at least he was sure it had gotten as bad as it could possibly get. As was the case every time he thought that, he was so wrong again.