Moonboy
04-23-2007, 1:50 PM
SEAT OF REVENGE
CHAPTER 7
By Moonboy
The humiliations and frustrations were unbelievable and, no matter what he endured, there was always more. Judy, Tabitha’s lover, walked into the room and smiled. She sat in the chair as he silently begged for a mercy he would never receive. All the silent, immobilized male could do was endure. Judy wiggled and smiled.
“Mmmm, poor richiepoo,” she mocked. So horny, so frustrated. Why, I’ll bet that you are hornier than any male has ever been.”
His tight, tight pouch was not just quivering, it was convulsing. His entire body was jolting as searing agony shot through his aching, agonized testicles.
“Why, I’ll bet that you have an aching tongue, a dry mouth, a horrible headache, a face that is burning hot, your kidneys and lower back hurt and you feel giddy and shaky and sick and on fire.”
She started rubbing her cheeks across his face. He was moaning and lapping, tears of agony and frustration running down his face.
“You feel like your cock will break trying to harden in that pouch, don’t you my poor wretch? Your balls keep tightening again and again and again and again and it feels for sure like you’re going to cum. But then it just starts slipping away. You hump like mad trying to finish the task, to cum- yes, just as I know you are doing right now. They are tightening right now, aren’t they poor baby?”
She smiled and waited.
“Its slipping away, isn’t it poor wretch? No matter how hard you try, it just ebbs away. Your balls are just as full and bloated as ever. Every time, it really feels like you are going to cum. But you can’t. Oh poor, poor baby. You just can’t. Your balls just stay swollen and in agony. The pain lances through your balls, leaving you aching and tender and sore, leaves you absolutely mindless, desperate and despairing with the need to cum. But you just can’t get there from here. You can’t stand it. Yet it happens over and over again.”
The former Dr. Richard Richards was going crazy, writhing as best he could and sweating profusely. His eyes bulged with rage and overwhelming desires. Judy just chuckled.
“Oh, my sweet boy, I will NEVER get bored with this. I love that I am partly responsible for your condition and that I’m making your pathetic existence twice as bad as it would be anyway.”
Tears of frustration, pain and humiliation ran down his face. He knew he had been arrogant and sexist but what they were doing to him was infinitely beyond equal payback.
“That’s it, richiepoo, cry for me. Show me how much its getting to you.”
She wiggled her ass on his face. He could not help himself. He blubbered and cried. It was muffled, of course.
“Poor richiepoo, so sad. I really should do something that makes you feel good- besides rubbing my ass in your face, I mean. And my ass is so nice, isn’t it baby? So hot?”
He writhed and moaned as the pouch quivered.
“What can I do for you? Oh, yes. Silly me. I haven’t turned the other way yet today.”
She turned so her vagina was over his mouth.
“Isn’t it nice of me to give you the privilege of eating my sweet pussy? Be a good boy and lick up all the sweet juices now.”
He was absolutely immobilized with no arms or legs. There was nothing he could do. Judy rode his face to her complete satisfaction again and again. Then she grinned wickedly and started pressing down, cutting off his air. He writhed and trembled and tried uselessly to flinch away but there was no way to escape. Judy giggled in enjoyment as he suffocated. She grinned maliciously as she allowed a quick breath and then smothered him some more. There was a cracking sound as his nose broke, not that this was the first time. His eyes grew wide with pain. Judy continued grinding and wiggling as he emitted agonized moans and little, regular whimpers as the pain wracked at him.
“You always did have your nose in the air, richiepoo,” she taunted. “At least now you have a good reason.”
Judy rose up to a standing position, turned, smiling wickedly, then dropped her weight on his face. He screamed in agony. She just grinned and did it again as his eyes brimmed with tears of pain.
“No,” she said again, “I will NEVER get bored with this. Suffer, asshole. Suffer, you arrogant piece of shit. You will never be free.”
She spat the words out.
She continued gleefully squeezing and grinding her firm cheeks into his nose and face.
“I- I’m Do- Do- Rich- Rich- richiepoo- need to lick, need to lick, lick Judy, hate Judy, hot for Judy. Not brainless, not brainless, have IQ of- of- need to lick, need to lick, need to…”
Judy again turned to face his eyes and started caressing her pussy.
“See something you want, richiepoo?”
She laughed sadistically.
“Hate Judy, want to eat Judy’s pussy. No, hate Judy- no eat Judy’s pussy. No hate her. No. Judy equals hurt. Judy equals pain. Judy equals frustration. Judy = pain= desire = frustration = Judy = pain = desire= frustration= Judy = …”
CHAPTER 7
By Moonboy
The humiliations and frustrations were unbelievable and, no matter what he endured, there was always more. Judy, Tabitha’s lover, walked into the room and smiled. She sat in the chair as he silently begged for a mercy he would never receive. All the silent, immobilized male could do was endure. Judy wiggled and smiled.
“Mmmm, poor richiepoo,” she mocked. So horny, so frustrated. Why, I’ll bet that you are hornier than any male has ever been.”
His tight, tight pouch was not just quivering, it was convulsing. His entire body was jolting as searing agony shot through his aching, agonized testicles.
“Why, I’ll bet that you have an aching tongue, a dry mouth, a horrible headache, a face that is burning hot, your kidneys and lower back hurt and you feel giddy and shaky and sick and on fire.”
She started rubbing her cheeks across his face. He was moaning and lapping, tears of agony and frustration running down his face.
“You feel like your cock will break trying to harden in that pouch, don’t you my poor wretch? Your balls keep tightening again and again and again and again and it feels for sure like you’re going to cum. But then it just starts slipping away. You hump like mad trying to finish the task, to cum- yes, just as I know you are doing right now. They are tightening right now, aren’t they poor baby?”
She smiled and waited.
“Its slipping away, isn’t it poor wretch? No matter how hard you try, it just ebbs away. Your balls are just as full and bloated as ever. Every time, it really feels like you are going to cum. But you can’t. Oh poor, poor baby. You just can’t. Your balls just stay swollen and in agony. The pain lances through your balls, leaving you aching and tender and sore, leaves you absolutely mindless, desperate and despairing with the need to cum. But you just can’t get there from here. You can’t stand it. Yet it happens over and over again.”
The former Dr. Richard Richards was going crazy, writhing as best he could and sweating profusely. His eyes bulged with rage and overwhelming desires. Judy just chuckled.
“Oh, my sweet boy, I will NEVER get bored with this. I love that I am partly responsible for your condition and that I’m making your pathetic existence twice as bad as it would be anyway.”
Tears of frustration, pain and humiliation ran down his face. He knew he had been arrogant and sexist but what they were doing to him was infinitely beyond equal payback.
“That’s it, richiepoo, cry for me. Show me how much its getting to you.”
She wiggled her ass on his face. He could not help himself. He blubbered and cried. It was muffled, of course.
“Poor richiepoo, so sad. I really should do something that makes you feel good- besides rubbing my ass in your face, I mean. And my ass is so nice, isn’t it baby? So hot?”
He writhed and moaned as the pouch quivered.
“What can I do for you? Oh, yes. Silly me. I haven’t turned the other way yet today.”
She turned so her vagina was over his mouth.
“Isn’t it nice of me to give you the privilege of eating my sweet pussy? Be a good boy and lick up all the sweet juices now.”
He was absolutely immobilized with no arms or legs. There was nothing he could do. Judy rode his face to her complete satisfaction again and again. Then she grinned wickedly and started pressing down, cutting off his air. He writhed and trembled and tried uselessly to flinch away but there was no way to escape. Judy giggled in enjoyment as he suffocated. She grinned maliciously as she allowed a quick breath and then smothered him some more. There was a cracking sound as his nose broke, not that this was the first time. His eyes grew wide with pain. Judy continued grinding and wiggling as he emitted agonized moans and little, regular whimpers as the pain wracked at him.
“You always did have your nose in the air, richiepoo,” she taunted. “At least now you have a good reason.”
Judy rose up to a standing position, turned, smiling wickedly, then dropped her weight on his face. He screamed in agony. She just grinned and did it again as his eyes brimmed with tears of pain.
“No,” she said again, “I will NEVER get bored with this. Suffer, asshole. Suffer, you arrogant piece of shit. You will never be free.”
She spat the words out.
She continued gleefully squeezing and grinding her firm cheeks into his nose and face.
“I- I’m Do- Do- Rich- Rich- richiepoo- need to lick, need to lick, lick Judy, hate Judy, hot for Judy. Not brainless, not brainless, have IQ of- of- need to lick, need to lick, need to…”
Judy again turned to face his eyes and started caressing her pussy.
“See something you want, richiepoo?”
She laughed sadistically.
“Hate Judy, want to eat Judy’s pussy. No, hate Judy- no eat Judy’s pussy. No hate her. No. Judy equals hurt. Judy equals pain. Judy equals frustration. Judy = pain= desire = frustration = Judy = pain = desire= frustration= Judy = …”