From alt.sex.stories.tg Sat Mar 9 19:06:59 1996 Message-ID: <001322Z04031996@anon.penet.fi> Path: nienor!sauveur!fub!fu-berlin.de!golden-gate.owl.de!uni-paderborn.de!news.rwth-aachen.de!genesis.westend.com!news.gtn.com!uunet!in2.uu.net!nntp.inet.fi!news.funet.fi!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi ~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondage,alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories.tg ~From: an381574@anon.penet.fi (BoyChik) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondage,alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories.tg Organization: Anonymous forwarding service ~Reply-To: an381574@anon.penet.fi ~Date: Mon, 4 Mar 1996 00:08:24 UTC ~Subject: NEW TG: Mindy's Revenge 1/3 (forced fem,humil,cbt,bdsm,castr) ~Lines: 319 ~Xref: nienor alt.sex.stories:36956 alt.sex.bondage:2329 alt.sex.stories.tg:1084 Part 1 of 3 -- Mindy's Sweet Revenge * * * * * * * * * * * D I S C L A I M E R * * * * * * * * * * * _Mindy's Sweet Revenge_ contains graphic non-consensual sexual, and sometimes violent, scenes between adults. This story is FICTION. It does NOT depict the relationship between actual living people. It is NOT intended for readers under 18 or those who are under the legal age, or those who are easily offended by pornography. If you are UNDER 18, or if you ARE offended by pornography, please press ill or and DO NOT CONTINUE to read. All rights reserved: Permission is hereby given to distribute this story via electronic means only, for non-profit use. This header must remain intact. All rights for this story remain the property of the author. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Mindy's Sweet Revenge by A. BoyChik, February, 1996 Synopsis: A college student, desperate for a beautiful co-ed, is taught a lesson he'll not soon forget. To me, Mindy was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. I could describe every detail about her, since whenever I spotted her, I couldn't keep my eyes from her. She was a few inches shorter than I am, had short, glistening black hair, greenish-blue eyes, and always seemed to wear -- to me! -- provocative clothing: a short denim skirt, or form fitting jeans, or a sweater that was just a little too tight. Every time I saw her, my heart skipped a beat; I had what must have been the male equivalent of a "swoon." If you said that I had a major crush on her, you would have been right on the money. I wanted to be with her so badly; I had fantasies about her that I would rather not repeat. However, I never had enough nerve to walk up to her in the dining hall because she was always sitting with a bunch of her girlfriends. Even when she was on her way to or from classes, she was usually with her roommate or some of her friends. After following her for discretely for several days from a distance -- please don't ever accuse me of having stalked her! -- I finally "accidentally" bumped into her when she was alone. After several attempts to ask her out, and an equal number of rejections, she finally accepted a date for the following Friday night. Maybe she wanted to find out what made me so persistent. Late Friday afternoon, before dinner, I called her to "remind her" that we had a date that evening, just as she suggested. I was puzzled when she told me to "make sure that I was clean inside and out." She added that it really turned her off when a man had poor "personal hygiene" habits. She told me to make especially sure that I "attended to my bodily functions," which was a pretty strange thing for her to say. Nonetheless, I scrubbed myself down in the shower, shaved, and used deodorant. I checked myself twice in the mirror and then went over to Mindy's dorm to pick her up. I walked excitedly over to her dorm and, when I got there, I called her phone number on the intercom. She told me that she would be right down. Several minutes passed and then she appeared. What a knockout! She was all dressed in black -- with a loose-fitting, turtleneck black sweater, short black satiny skirt, black hi-top stockings and knee high boots. My eyes quickly dropped down to stare at her lovely skin between the tops of her stockings and the bottom of her skirt. She caught me ogling her and when I looked up at her face a split second later, I saw an amused look on her face. She walked -- or should I say "sashayed" -- over to me, softly grasped my upper arm, pulled me subtly closer, and turned her body and face to kiss me on my cheek. All at the same time, her hair brushed against my face, her breasts rubbed lightly against my chest, and I smelled her wonderful aroma. I couldn't help sniffing audibly; I was overcome by the flood of sensations. I felt myself responding; I just couldn't help it. For a brief moment, then -- either accidentally or purposely -- her hand brushed down over the front of my pants. In that quick moment, she must have unmistakably felt the bulge in my pants. She smiled and then said, in a low but very clear and insistent voice, "C'mon upstairs. We'll have to do something about this." I couldn't believe that this was happening so fast! We walked over to the elevator. It must have been held open on another floor because it took a long time to come. While we were waiting, Mindy stood close to me and I wanted to reach out to embrace her. Finally we got on the elevator, which was empty. As the doors closed, Mindy turned to me, placed her hand on my neck and drew me close. Suddenly, she started to kiss me hungrily, passionately, desperately. Her tongue was exploring the inside of my mouth. I responded in kind. We were locked in an embrace and then I felt two wet fingers next to my nostrils. Seconds later, I realized that I was smelling her woman's scent. She must have reached down to rub her fingers inside her privates. She pushed her fingers slightly up into my nose. The combination of her musky odor and the ardor of our long kiss was overwhelming. The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. As we got off, she purposely -- it must have been on purpose! -- once again caressed the growing bulge in my pants. She smiled at me knowingly. We walked down the hallway to her room. I could scarcely contain my excitement; yet, as a counterpoint, it was humorously awkward walking with a hard-on. We walked into her room. She carefully turned to double lock the door, and fasten the chain. She turned to me, looked right into my eyes, paused, and then said, in a strangely matter-of-fact tone, "Take off all of your clothes...all of them" You know what they say about men -- "When the cock gets hard, the brain gets soft." Anyway, I stood there and started to unbutton my shirt, took it off, and then bent over to take off my shoes. She laughed, and then said, more seriously, "Sit down on the bed and then take off the rest of your clothes." I removed my shoes and socks. I then pulled down my slacks and underwear. She picked my white jockeys and inspected the inside carefully. "Good. You keep yourself clean. I wouldn't want to be with anyone with poor habits." I was nude, yet she was still fully clothed. She pushed me back on the bed. My feet were still touching the floor. She knelt down between my legs and softly grabbed my cock. She started rubbing it up and down. As I started to breathe harder from the excitation, her own smell from inside my nose was intensified. It felt so good and I felt myself getting close to getting there. "Boys like you come much too quickly." I then felt her encircle my penis with her thumb and index finger, just below the head, and then she squeezed, hard. I felt my raging hard-on start to subside. "Good. Now we'll get down to business." Mindy took my dick once more in her hand and then drew her body up. She engulfed my cock in her mouth and slowly, languidly, started to move her mouth up and down on it. She held her hand tightly around the base of my cock. Soon, inevitably, I started to come, and she sensed the premonitory sensation, too. "Please," I moaned, but she pulled her mouth off my cock, and, once again, squeezed her thumb and finger around my manhood until the sensation passed. She stood up, reached down under her skirt and pulled her panties down. They were bright pink and silky, with some lace around the leg and waist openings. She let them drop down to her ankles, and then bent over to pull them off her feet. She lifted them up for me to see, smiled at me, and then carefully placed the moist area that had been between her legs and placed it tightly over my nose. "Breathe deeply and smell all of me," she ordered. I could hardly refuse. Holding her wet silky panties over my nose and face, she climbed up on the bed, and, on her knees, brought her body up closer my head. "Now I want you to kiss and lick ME," she directed. She then rotated her body, quickly lifted her short skirt over my face and wrapped her legs around both sides of my head. I was thrust into darkness as her skirt floated down around my head and as she maneuvered her vagina down onto my mouth. She pressed her body even more against my mouth as I felt her bend over. I started to lick her, and, as I did so, she responded in kind. She drew my cock into her mouth and sucked me, and grabbed my testicles tightly. I licked her furiously and stuck my tongue in and out of her. I felt her begin to spasm and I, too, started to come, but, once more, she stopped ME from coming by tightly pinching just below the head of my cock. She pushed her body from me and got off my face. She had a satisfied look on her face. "That felt really nice," she said after a few moments. "But if you want to come, you're going to have to wait." "Oh, c'mon," I pleaded. "You got me so horny. Please finish me off." Merrily, she laughed. "Not right now. But I will take care of you later. I promise." Thank goodness she wasn't going to leave me hanging. "But there are a few things that you're going to have to do for me," Mindy announced. Her voice started to take on a more serious, more menacing tone. She got off the bed, straightened her skirt, and opened the bottom drawer or her dresser. As she did so, the back of her skirt rode up over her ass and I got a brief, yet luscious, view of her ass and vagina. She must have known exactly what effect she was having on me. She came back holding a small flesh colored dildo and some thin linked chain. She held the dildo up for me to see. The dildo was about six inches long and, at its widest, almost an inch in diameter. Instead of a round circle of rubber at one end, most of both sides of the circle was cut away so only a half inch strip of rubber, about three inches long, was left. At the center of the strip, at the base of the dildo, a metal eyelet had been fastened. As if she were reading my thoughts, she said, "The excess was cut away to make wearing it more comfortable. But this remaining strip will stop it from going all the way in. And you'll soon find out what the eyelet is for." She dropped the chain on the bed next to my head and I automatically turned my head in response to the clinking noise. Abruptly, Mindy said, "Watch this." As I turned back towards her, she slowly pushed the dildo up inside of her. I heard her audible intake of air and a brief look of ecstasy in her eyes. She pulled it slowly out and then in several times. Her eyes glazed over and her breathing quickened. Then, abruptly, she pulled the dildo out, and leaned over me. She placed the tip of the dildo against my lips and, pushing it between my clenched teeth, said, "Take this all the way into your mouth and make it as wet as you can." I complied...what choice did I have? After all, her taste and smell of her made me more excited and even more erect. She started moving it slowly up and down inside my mouth. "How do you like being fucked in your mouth? Mindy asked. I was taken aback by her sudden vulgarity, but without waiting for my response, she grabbed my erection with her other hand, and started to rub it up and down. It was still damp from her saliva. "Now for something really nice," Mindy announced. "Spread your legs wide." She pulled the dildo out of my mouth. At the same time she was rubbing my erection, she reached down between my legs and started to press the dildo against my asshole. "What the..." I started to ask. "Keep still and just try to relax," Mindy directed. I couldn't refuse her. She started to move the tip in and out, very slowly. "Your ass is so tight. You must be a virgin," she noted. I heard an almost imperceptible chuckle. As much as my sphincter tried to resist, Mindy was implacable. She continued to work the dildo even further into me. At one point she had to stop caressing my dick in order to pinch it just below the head to stop me from getting there. But stopping the onrush of my orgasm didn't stop her from finally pushing the dildo all the way in. She brought her body up onto the bed and, kneeling between my legs, once again took me into her mouth. She started to moved her mouth up and down on me in rhythm with the thrusting of the dildo inside of me -- at first ever so slowly, and then more rapidly. Her mouth was hot and wet, and the dribble of her saliva made its way down between my legs and onto the dildo. The feeling was excruciatingly wonderful. I could have orgasmed immediately, except that Mindy knew exactly when to apply her "death grip" which pulled me back from my orgasm. After several more cycles or excitation and de-escalation, she pulled her mouth off of me with a loud slurp and told me to stand up. As I got off the bed, she picked up the chain and then quickly stood next to me to grab and hold onto my erect cock. As she let gravity straighten out the chain, I noticed that the one chain was actually two chains fastened together at the midpoint of each. I started to question her, to try to resist, but in a very authoritative tone, Mindy told me to "stand at attention." She then ordered me to move my legs apart and to stand very still. She took her hand off my cock, which, in its purple and engorged state, continue to stick out of my body like a "One Way" sign. She stepped around me and, from behind, wrapped the chain around my waist. I noticed that the juncture of the two chains was right next to my navel. She pulled the ends of one chain tight around me and she must have hooked something through the links to keep it held tightly around my waist. She moved to face me and I watched her in a fascinated haze of sexual expectation. It was mesmerizing to observe her as she used what looked like a knitting needle to thread the two remaining chains through doubled over loops on both long sides of a six inch by two inch piece of beige strong cloth. These loops, about a half inch in diameter, had been formed by folding over the cloth and sewing seams along each long end, along a half inch line from each edge. The thick black thread looked even stronger than the cloth. She worked the cloth down the chain until it was about four inches from the waist chain. She placed the cloth right on my erection, where it obediently stayed, since I was still quite erect. She moved to stand behind me, and then, kneeling down, reached from behind and between my legs and quickly pulled the chain ends back and then up between my legs. My erection was horribly bent backwards and up between my legs. I almost swooned with pain. I could only topple over if I tried to move because she had looped the chains around the waist chain and was pulling with inescapable force. After a few moments, when I started to recover from this assault, she made sure that each of the two chains were on either side of my scrotum. I then felt her fumbling around the base of the dildo. She released one chain from its loop around the waist chain, but promptly threaded it through the eyelet at the base of the dildo and then looped it back over the waist chain. She did the same with the other chain. Then, I heard the unmistakable "click" of a lock. "Now this will keep your old cock out of the way and your new cock way up inside of you." And then Mindy laughed. It felt as if my groin was being distended downward. It was like the most horrible but the most exquisite of wedgies. "It's time to go out on our date, now. Oh yes...I didn't forget the promise to take care of you later." 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Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi From alt.sex.stories.tg Sat Mar 9 19:07:00 1996 Message-ID: <001334Z04031996@anon.penet.fi> Path: nienor!sauveur!fub!fu-berlin.de!golden-gate.owl.de!uni-paderborn.de!news.rwth-aachen.de!genesis.westend.com!news.gtn.com!uunet!in2.uu.net!nntp.inet.fi!news.funet.fi!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi ~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondage,alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories.tg ~From: an381574@anon.penet.fi (BoyChik) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondage,alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories.tg Organization: Anonymous forwarding service ~Reply-To: an381574@anon.penet.fi ~Date: Mon, 4 Mar 1996 00:09:21 UTC ~Subject: NEW TG: Mindy's Revenge 2/3 (forced fem,humil,cbt,bdsm,castr) ~Lines: 368 ~Xref: nienor alt.sex.stories:36957 alt.sex.bondage:2330 alt.sex.stories.tg:1085 Part 2 of 3 -- Mindy's Sweet Revenge * * * * * * * * * * * D I S C L A I M E R * * * * * * * * * * * _Mindy's Sweet Revenge_ contains graphic non-consensual sexual, and sometimes violent, scenes between adults. This story is FICTION. It does NOT depict the relationship between actual living people. It is NOT intended for readers under 18 or those who are under the legal age, or those who are easily offended by pornography. If you are UNDER 18, or if you ARE offended by pornography, please press ill or and DO NOT CONTINUE to read. All rights reserved: Permission is hereby given to distribute this story via electronic means only, for non-profit use. This header must remain intact. All rights for this story remain the property of the author. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Mindy's Sweet Revenge by A. BoyChik, February, 1996 Synopsis: A college student, desperate for a beautiful co-ed, is taught a lesson he'll not soon forget. ...and now we continue... How could I possibly walk around all chained up? But Mindy continued... "Since you don't have a real cock, in any sense of the word, I want you to wear some different clothing." She picked up her bright pink panties from the bed and, bending down, said, "Step into these." I hesitated but then her voice dropped down a notch as she said, "Do it, or you'll leave this moment." Would she push me out into the hall, naked and chained up? At that point, I feared that she, indeed, would. I stepped into her bright pink panties and she pulled them up my legs. The lacy elastic waist band made a discernible snap as she positioned them around my waist. The silky material felt smooth and snug against my skin. She walked over to her dresser, and, suddenly whirling, she said "Smile!" as a flash went off. When my eyes readjusted, she was holding a Polaroid camera. "This will be just for the two of us, unless you want some copies made," Mindy said, ominously. She then pulled out a bright pink matching bra from her dresser and held it up for me to see. "This one will probably fit you the best," she said. She placed it around my chest and fastened it behind me. She then began to squeeze both nipples and alternately softly caress my skin through the silky material. "See how nice this feels?" She paused. "Say it. Tell me now nice this feels." She kept rubbing my nipples and squeezing them. I felt a stirring between my legs. "Mmmmm. This feels so nice," I finally admitted. "Now fondle yourself. Squeeze your nipples. Do it!" I placed my hands over my chest and rubbed my hands over my bra. I pinched my nipples until they hurt. And it did feel so good. Another flash! Damn, she had taken another picture. "Just for our scrapbook," she said, chuckling. "Good. But what you really need are some real' breasts." She took small breast forms out of her drawer and carefully placed them in each cup. "You wouldn't want bigger tits than mine, would you?" I was confused. I didn't know what to say. "Now hurry up and get dressed," Mindy commanded. I looked at her imploringly. I couldn't believe that she intended to go out with me dressed with bright pink feminine undergarments and trussed up the way I was. As an answer, she said, simply, "Put your clothes on. Now." I pulled my shirt on and started to button it. Mindy laughed when she noticed that my larger chest caused the shirt to distend in the front. Also, I could see the outline of bra straps through the thin material. "All of your clothes," was all that she had to say. I pulled up my pants and belted them. It was not very comfortable when I had to bend over to pull up my socks and tie my shoes. I stood up and Mindy laughed. My shirt looked ridiculous. "You can't go out that way," she said and she rummaged through one of her drawers and pulled out a pink sweater. She stepped toward me and suddenly ripped at my shirt, tearing the buttons off. "This will fit you much better. Take off your shirt and put this on." I took off what remained of my shirt and pulled the sweater down over my head. It was a v-neck, but the neck had a lacy edge sewn around the opening. Worse, yet, there were no sleeves. And the arm holes, too, had lace around each opening. "The sweater looks very pretty on you." The sweater felt nice because it was cotton -- I hated wool -- but the color and style were ultra-feminine. No one could possibly mistake it for a man's sweater. "Look at you! That hair under your arms has got to go," Mindy said scornfully. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a can of shaving cream and a pink throwaway razor. "Lift your arms up. I haven't got all day." And just like that, she proceeded to shave the hair from under my arms. "And now, a little talcum powder." With a powder puff, she then sprinkled some scented powder under my arms. When was this going to end? "Wait a sec. Your neck looks so bare since you're wearing such a frilly lacy sweater. She reached once more into her drawer and took out a black velvet choker necklace. She placed it around my neck and fastened it. It was just tight enough so that when I tried to turn my head, it started to constrict me. "Oh, damn. We've got to do something with your face. It's too pale." She brought over some makeup, and I started to say, "That's enou..." but Mindy cut me right off and reminded me, "Remember those pictures. You wouldn't want them all over the campus." She smiled as the implicit threat was spoken. She sat me down on a chair in front of her mirror. I watched in fascination as she first applied dark blue eye shadow and then eye liner. "If you have too much makeup on, you'll look like a whore," Mindy noted. But she proceeded to put on more and more layers. And then, she took out her lipstick. The color was a very bright red. "Open your mouth slightly." She continued by painting my lips. I felt the glossy, waxy feeling as my lips were coated. "Now move your lips together." "Now one more touch." She picked up two large gold hoop earrings and placed them next to each ear. "Too bad your ears aren't pierced. I'm glad that these are clip-ons." And she screwed them onto my ears. I could feel their weight, and, as I moved my head, I could also feel them jangling against my neck. "Now look at yourself in the mirror. Examine how you look and feel, wearing a frilly pink sweater, with your bright pink brassiere under it. Feel the pull of the elastic around your chest and over your shoulders. Feel the satiny smoothness of its material against your skin. Feel your nice big dildo locked up inside of you. Feel how those tight your nice case-hardened steel chains are locked around your waist and which are holding you cock in place, up between your legs. And that lock -- you're not going to open that any time soon! And feel your bright pink satiny panties against your ass. Feel the tightness of your lacy elastic waist band and leg openings. And look at yourself in the mirror. See how nice your eye makeup looks! And your blush. And feel your lipstick! And look at how your new earrings glimmer and sparkle when you move your head!" And, as I was gazing at my reflection in the mirror -- I couldn't look away -- I heard Mindy say "smile" and once, again, the flash went off. Another picture was taken! "Okay. C'mon, let's go." She grabbed a small handbag, took my arm and led me to the door. I couldn't go out like this. I pulled back and Mindy turned to me and, in a very serious tone, hissed at me, "Either you go with me, or I'll make sure that the pictures get all around campus. And if you get especially obnoxious, I'll have security called and tell them that you tried to assault me." I had no choice. In a moment, we were out in the hall, and walking towards the elevator. Several girls approached us; I could see their eyes flitter momentarily from my painted face and then downwards towards my sweater. I could see a gleam and a twinkling in their eyes. I knew they were suppressing a laugh. As we waited for the elevator to arrive, I could hear the girls tittering as they walked away from us. We got on the elevator. The talking among the students on the elevator turned to silence as we got on. Flushed with shame, I turned to watch the door as we descended. Damn. It was then that I remembered that we had to go through the lobby. And, worse, it was Friday evening of Homecoming Weekend, and the lobby would be packed with people. There was no escaping this. We got out of the elevator. Heads turned to watch the curious sight. Right in the center of the lobby, I noticed some of Mindy's friends gathered together, sitting on a circular couch, talking to their dates and other friends. "C'mon over," Mindy said, holding my hand tight. "I want you to meet some of my friends." We walked over and they all looked up as Mindy announced, "I want you all to meet my new friend." And then more loudly, "He very much likes wearing makeup and slutty clothes." Then, she went through each of the introductions one by one. They were all looking bemusedly at me. When she was done with the greetings, she raised her voice even higher and said, "Now I'd like to show you something really interesting." She stressed the word "really." She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Do what I tell you or those photos I took will be all over the campus by tomorrow." More loudly, she said, "Raise your hands way over your head." I had to comply. I slowly raised my hands. My shaved and powdered underarms were obviously visible. "Higher," she loudly commanded, "and keep them there." Heads began turning towards us. The din in the lobby became lower. All of a sudden, she pulled the sweater up over my head. Laughter broke out as all the people in the crowd saw that I was wearing a bright pink bra which was holding in my breast forms. And then she pulled the sweater entirely off. I looked around. All eyes were on us. People were laughing and pointing. Some were cheering. Then, flashes went off. Mindy wouldn't be the only one with pictures of this event. With my hands way up and before I could recover, Mindy swiftly unbelted and opened my pants and pulled them down my legs. I couldn't hide; I couldn't even run with the pants around my ankles. There I was, standing in my bright pink panties and matching bra, wearing slutty makeup. There was no bulge to hide because my manhood was chained and locked down between my legs. Then there was more laughter! More shouting! More flashes! More catcalls and hoots of derision! I was overwhelmed. I couldn't hide and I couldn't escape. I felt myself crumpling to the floor. In a haze, I felt myself thrashing about. Shortly after, I felt myself being restrained with my arms folded in front of me. Oh no! This couldn't be happening. There were hands all over me as I felt myself being forced into a straitjacket. My arms soon became immobile as the sleeves were buckled behind me. And then the strap of the straitjacket was pulled tightly between my legs and fastened to the strap in back. I heard laughter all around me as I was lifted onto a gurney and then wheeled away. From far away, I heard incoherent mutterings...mutterings which must have, horribly, been coming from my mouth. I tried to resist, but I couldn't move. I tried to scream but a gag must have been placed in my mouth. I tried to open my mouth wide and push it out with my tongue but it must have been tied around my head. All I could do was moan inconsolably. And then, thankfully, my mind drifted away. I awoke slowly out of a stupor. Slowly, I opened my eyes. The room was very bright; it must have been daytime because the sun was streaming into the room. I tried to get up but all I could do was barely turn my head. I tried to move my arms, which were stretched out towards the sides of the bed, but then I noticed that they were strapped down to the railings on the side of the bed by leather cuffs. I then tried to move my legs, but they, too, were stretched out, spread-eagled. I looked to either side. I was in a hospital room. What could be happening to me? My groin ached. It felt like I had to pee very badly. I looked around and saw that there was no one else in the room. I tried to call out but my mouth ached. My lips and teeth were being spread apart by that -- now I remember! -- that gag that had been put in my mouth before was still in. I wondered how long ago that must have been. I looked down. I was still wearing the bright pink bra, since I could see that my "breasts" were still protruding upwards. I could also feel that -- oh no! -- the chains were still locked tightly around my waist and my cock was still locked in its unnatural position, bent backwards down between my legs. I closed my eyes, hoping that this was just a bad dream, and then I opened them again, just as the door opened. The door opened and our of the periphery of my vision, in came a woman in white dressed like a nurse! But...it was Mindy! Oh, thank goodness! I had a sense of being saved, but this sense of relief quickly passed when I noticed that she had a triumphant look on her face. "You look so pretty lying there, spread-eagled. Even though some of your makeup has smeared, it's quite repairable. Your bright red lipstick looks strangely alluring around your large rubber gag. And your matching bra and panty set still makes you look pretty and feminine. But you must have lost your earrings. They must have fallen off in that struggle. We mustn't let that happen again." Tied down, spread-eagled, I looked up at her, not believing that this surreal conversation was taking place. Then Mindy rolled a feeding table over to the bed. From her carryall, she pulled out a plastic bag, removed its contents and rolled them out on the feeding table. Since the level of the feeding table was above my head, I couldn't see exactly what she was doing. She pushed my head down and grabbed my ear. "We don't want you to lose any more earrings, do we?" She warned me to "not move...even a little" or I'd make things worse. Suddenly, I felt a pin prick in my ear lobe and then a needle was drawn all the way through. I started to thrash my head but Mindy held it down, tight against the bed. The sharp pain slowly subsided, to be replaced by a continued burning sensation. Peripherally, I saw the glint of a large hoop and then felt my stabbing pain as she maneuvered it into my ear. I heard the ominous sound of a latching mechanism. Then, Mindy said, "Let's do the other ear now." Resigned to my fate, I turned my head in the other direction. My head rested on the earring that she had just inserted. Holding my head down tightly, once again, she grabbed my ear and quickly drew the needle into and through my ear lobe. I started to scream out, but the gag allowed only a moan to come out. She pushed a loop through the other ear and clicked it into position. Mindy laughed. "You're not going to get these out anytime soon. You see, they're not just earrings. They are special locks which have been placed through your ears." And then she said, teasingly, "Don't you wonder who is going to hold onto the key?" I looked at her, horrified. As I gazed at her, she reached over and picked up another device, which she held up so that I could clearly see it. It was a steel vise-like mechanism that looked like pincers and had a spring attachment which would keep it closed. She showed me that by tightening and loosening a turnscrew, the pincers, which actually consisted of one sharpened point on one end and a corresponding hole on the other, were moved closer together or spread further apart. She also showed me that the spring did not snap the pincer closed immediately, for which I was thankful -- prematurely, I might add. Finally, she pointed out that the needle was almost one fourth of an inch in diameter. Mindy reached down and pulled out my right breast form. She felt around under my pink bra and started pinching my nipple, which made it stick out. I couldn't help from feeling aroused, despite the fact that my cock was still imprisoned backwards and downwards between my legs. She picked up one of the pincers and, holding me down, adjusted the pincer so that the tips were far enough apart to fit on either side of my nipple. She then placed the pincer on either side of my nipple and tightened the thumbscrew until the needle started to pierce my skin. I started to squirm, but I couldn't escape. I noticed that she loved to prolong my suffering. She pulled out the other breast form and repeated the process to my other nipple. I was fastened down and I couldn't escape as her torture. "And now, for the best part!" Mindy announced. She released a catch on each pincer and the spring-loaded needle started to push itself into my skin. "It'll take at least several hours before the needle is totally through. Then, we'll attach another set of locking rings through them." I was in agony. The needle started its inexorable trip through my nipple. And this was going to take hours! How was I able to stand it? End of part 2 of 3 --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi From alt.sex.stories.tg Sat Mar 9 19:07:01 1996 Message-ID: <001358Z04031996@anon.penet.fi> Path: nienor!sauveur!fub!fu-berlin.de!golden-gate.owl.de!uni-paderborn.de!news.rwth-aachen.de!genesis.westend.com!news.gtn.com!uunet!in2.uu.net!nntp.inet.fi!news.funet.fi!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi ~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondage,alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories.tg ~From: an381574@anon.penet.fi (BoyChik) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondage,alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories.tg Organization: Anonymous forwarding service ~Reply-To: an381574@anon.penet.fi ~Date: Mon, 4 Mar 1996 00:12:45 UTC ~Subject: NEW TG: Mindy's Revenge 3/3 (forced fem,humil,cbt,bdsm,castr) ~Lines: 350 ~Xref: nienor alt.sex.stories:36958 alt.sex.bondage:2331 alt.sex.stories.tg:1086 Part 3 of 3 -- Mindy's Sweet Revenge * * * * * * * * * * * D I S C L A I M E R * * * * * * * * * * * _Mindy's Sweet Revenge_ contains graphic non-consensual sexual, and sometimes violent, scenes between adults. This story is FICTION. It does NOT depict the relationship between actual living people. It is NOT intended for readers under 18 or those who are under the legal age, or those who are easily offended by pornography. If you are UNDER 18, or if you ARE offended by pornography, please press ill or and DO NOT CONTINUE to read. All rights reserved: Permission is hereby given to distribute this story via electronic means only, for non-profit use. This header must remain intact. All rights for this story remain the property of the author. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Mindy's Sweet Revenge by A. BoyChik, February, 1996 Synopsis: A college student, desperate for a beautiful co-ed, is taught a lesson he'll not soon forget. ...and now we continue... My eyes pleaded with her to stop, but she refused to relent. As if to answer my unsaid question, she asked, "I guess you wonder why this is happening to you, and where you are." Writhing, out of control, and wide-eyed, I nodded my head. Mindy continued. "I was getting annoying, obscene phone calls. The calls started coming at all hours of the night and they became even more disturbing. The calls came every day, all throughout the day and night." I shook my head, no. Did she really think that I had been the caller? "Anyway," she continued, "I noticed you following me. You looked like you were stalking me. And you know I can make you admit it. So my friends and I set a trap. You kept on asking me out on dates and I finally gave in, in order to teach you a lesson. I invited you up to my room and...I guess you know what happened after that..." "And then you were brought here. If you're wondering, you happen to be in a hospital room in the closed building of the state mental hospital. Some of my friends are medical students, interns and residents who have been able to make copies of the keys to the building and to the rooms. And, you know what?" She paused. "The calls have finally stopped. So it proves that it had to be you." Again, I tried to shake my head, no, but she ignored my protest. "And now I have you where I want you. One thing I know for sure is that you'll never do that to anyone again." She untied my gag and I started to protest that it wasn't me. She slapped my face and ordered me to be quiet. Again, I tried to proclaim my innocence, but she slapped me several times more. She picked up what looked like a rubber ball attached to a tube. "Open your mouth," Mindy directed. I didn't comply, but she raised her hand in warning. "Wider!" As I did so, she quickly crammed the ball into my mouth. I soon felt the ball become larger; Mindy must have been filling it with a pump! My cheeks were distended outward and my jaw was forced downward. "This special expanding gag has many uses. First, I won't have to listen to your screams, and you will scream," Mindy said. "And, second, I can force liquids into you and then down your throat through a special internal tube. It will be interesting to find out what you will be swallowing." "Now, I'll leave you alone to scream into your gag and fully enjoy your treatment," Mindy said airily. "So you can fully appreciate your predicament, I'm going to cover your head. I looked at her in horror as she picked up a leather bag with a drawstring tie, pulled it down over my head, and tied the drawstring tight around my neck. I was left in darkness all by myself, writhing in pain, moaning into my gag, to endure the unendurable, to face only the demented desires of my torturous oppressor. I heard the door close. Minutes, hours passed. I couldn't know how many. I squirmed, trying to dislodge the cruelly tightening pincers on my nipples. I shook my body hard -- like a spasm -- but to no avail; in fact, the burning pain increased. I decided to lie still. My mind wandered. I tried to find a place inside my head far from the consciousness of pain. I thought I would go mad. Later...much later...I felt and heard, as if from far away the sound of the door opening. I felt my nipples being pulled away from my body. I almost fainted from the sudden pain. "Good. It's all the way through," I heard Mindy saying. "Now, we'll make the piercing permanent." I felt more tugging on my nipple, and, finally, a sense of release. "Now it's time to lock on your nipple rings," Mindy announced. Again, excruciating pain. I felt cold, hard steel being pushed through the hole first one nipple, and then the other. I screamed, but it was a scream without sound. Then, finally, I heard the unmistakable sound of locks snapping into place. "These internally locking, case-hardened, stainless steel rings are permanent. They are yours to wear and endure from now on." And Mindy started to pull at them and turn them around, back and forth, as I whimpered in agony. "When's the last time you were allowed in the bathroom?" Mindy asked. Knowing I couldn't answer, she continued. "From now on, we're going to control that, too. I'm going to insert a balloon catheter into your cock and it will stay inside of you until I want to take it out. And, the best part of it," Mindy said, laughing, "is that I'll be able to turn it on and off. You'll piss when I want you to, and you won't be able to go when I don't want you to." Inside my hot leather hood, I could feel myself sweating profusely, in fear and trepidation. Mindy placed her hand on my bladder and pressed. I was too ashamed to let go. She reached around me and I heard a lock unclicking. She loosened the chains holding my dick captive, and pulled it free. I quickly heard another clicking of a lock hasp. All of a sudden there was a burning pain on my dick. "This tiny dog whip is so effective...don't you think so?" Mindy asked, knowing I couldn't answer. Again, and again, she struck my dick. I was groaning and sobbing. The burning pain was intense, and, horribly, inescapable. "You'll get to learn that, from now on, whenever your dick is set free, it will have to be punished." And she continued to strike it, without mercy. Then, finally, it was over. There was a lull; I sensed her moving around the room. The, she grabbed my dick and I felt a cold point being pressed against the opening of my burning dick. "You're lucky that I'm using some lubrication...next time you won't be so lucky." She continued to push the tube further in. I couldn't stop from writhing. "Lie still," Mindy ordered, "I wouldn't want to ruin your manhood forever." Then, I felt expansion way up and inside of me. "The balloon will keep it in; you won't be able to dislodge it. And this very tight plastic tie right under the head of your cock will also help keep you all together." Lying there in fear, fastened down, in darkness inside my hood, unable to avoid these awful degradations, I could only hope beyond hope that it was over. My nipples had been pierced, my ass was still filled with its plug, and my cock with the horrible balloon. My mouth, too was distended. Every orifice was under her direct control. Days and weeks passed. Fluids were being forced into my mouth and down my throat. Mindy noted that she was allowing me to live -- "to exist," as she put it. Often, I was forced to swallow my own urine. Its warm, salty taste inevitably made me gag, but Mindy warned me to swallow, or that would be all that I would be getting that day. Throughout this, I was also being given injections. Mindy laughed when she jammed the needle into me, and once promised that "I would thank her for her wonderful care." Sometimes, she injected me directly into my scrotum. Lying in the dark, instead of getting used to the pain, my nipples were becoming more sensitive. It felt as though the locking rings were touching my chest in a slightly different place from before. My worst fears were verified when Mindy started to twist the rings and said, "Those hormones I've been injecting into you are working quite nicely. Your breasts are starting to fill out." She continued to cruelly twist and pull at my nipples as I screamed into my gag. Every time Mindy came to me, my cock was submitted to torture, too. Every time, she repeatedly cracked the cruel whip against my cock, my balls, or lifting them up, between the crack of my ass. She never failed to make me moan and noiselessly scream into my gag. "Soon, you won't want your little cock and balls anymore," Mindy said to me. "The hormones are making them shrink and, one day, you'll plead with me to remove them." I feared Mindy's visits as much as I feared her not coming. What would happen to me if she were in an car accident? Or just decided to forget about me? No one knew where I was; no one knew that anyone was here. Days and weeks went by in a blur. The regime of pain, degradation and humiliation to which I was subjected was so inevitable that it became virtually the only life to which I was accustomed. But then, one day... I heard Mindy entering. The leather bag was untied and pulled away from my head. Mindy stood over me as my eyes adjusted to the light. "Today's the last day of the term." She held what looked like large, shiny metal pliers, or cutters, in front of my face. "And today's the day you'll beg me, as I promised," she said. At first, Mindy pulled and twisted the nipple rings. I looked down and noticed that my breasts were sticking out from my body. "Your breasts, I think, are now at least a size B," Mindy said. "They'll nicely fill up a bra without any padding now. She continued to torture my nipples. As always, when she did that, I started to moan into my gag. Soon, I felt the balloon gag inside my mouth become flaccid; Mindy must have deflated it. I tried to move my mouth but it must have become frozen into its spread-open position. She slapped me several times on each cheek and warned me to speak only when spoken to. Then, she reached down let the air out of the balloon catheter in my penis. She slowly pulled the tube out of me and placed it aside. It burned horribly as she slowly drew it out and I moaned. Mindy laughed and said, "I hope we won't need this anymore." Finally, it was all the way out. Mindy reached down and held my cock in one hand, and started to rub it up and down. This was so much better than the inexorable whipping I received! Despite the pain, I felt the beginnings of arousal. "Your pitiful dick is so little," Mindy laughingly said. "Those injections were so nice and effective!" She kept on rubbing me and I felt myself getting hard. With her other hand, she grabbed my scrotum, yanked at it, and I squirmed. She clutched one of my balls and started to twist it. I squirmed even more as she increased the pressure. As she rubbed my cock, she alternatingly pressed each testicle until I thought it was going to pop. The pain was incredibly intense. "Ask me to stop the pain," Mindy whispered. "Please stop!" I shouted. She smiled at me as she crushed one of my testicles. I started to gyrate on the bed. "Tell me how to stop the pain," Mindy offered. And then, through the haze of extreme pain, her purpose came to me. She wanted me to ask her to cut my balls off...to actually beg her to neuter me! No...she wanted me to plead to have my balls removed. "You know how to ask," Mindy continued. She smiled at me as she rubbed me and squeezed each testicle even harder. "You will beg, you know." My suffering was just too much. I couldn't stand the pain any longer. "Okay!" I shouted. "I can't take it any more. Get it over with! Cut them off already!" "What did you say?" Mindy asked, mildly, as she gave one of my testicles a particularly hard squeeze. "Please. Please cut them off," I heard myself saying. "What was that? I couldn't hear you," Mindy said. "Please," I begged. "Cut them off and stop the pain." Suddenly, the pressure stopped. Mindy reached over and picked up the special cutter. "I knew you would want me to. See this? These kinds of tools are used to emasculate bulls," Mindy explained. "It's so nice to go to a university which has an animal husbandry course, don't you think?" I looked up at her, pleadingly. "This type of cutter is very ingenious. In two motions, it will first clamp the skin tight, and then cut off your balls and clamp off the blood vessels so you won't bleed to death." Carefully, she positioned it above the sack and clamped it tight. She then started to rub my dick again. Up and down. She even reached over and pressed some K-Y onto it. Without the catheter inside of me, I was becoming stimulated. I felt my cock hardening inside her grip as she stroked me. "This is what you always wanted from me, didn't you?" Mindy shouted. "Yes!" I admitted. I saw her nod knowingly at me. "Because of the the hormones, this will take longer than usual," Mindy explained. "But you'd better enjoy it, because it will be the last orgasm you will ever have." Oh no! This was it! She rubbed me slowly up and down. She was not going to stop! Soon, I felt myself starting to ejaculate. I tried to hold back, but I knew, eventually, that I couldn't stop it. The cold steel was affixed around my sac and I was going to get there for the very last time! Finally, I started to cum. At the very same time, I felt the sharp knife edges of the pincers slice through my skin. Then, simultaneously, the tight clamping of steel around the new opening. And then darkness... I must have passed out. Slowly, I came to. The room was dark, quiet and empty. I moved one arm, and, surprisingly, it was free. I found that my other arm, and my legs were also free! I started to sit up but I quickly became woozy, and I dropped back down on the bed. I felt weak and hungry. My whole body hurt. Lying there, examining myself, I found that I was clothed in a dark-colored satiny blouse and a short skirt. I felt my chest and my nipples were sore; the rings were still there. My breasts, indeed, must have grown because they were filling the cups of the bra I was wearing. I felt it constricting tightly around my chest. I reached down and felt under the skirt for my genitals. Oh no...the ordeal wasn't just a bad dream. My cock was much smaller than before and, worse yet, I no longer had any testicles and the tight metal ring was still there. As I looked down, I saw that I was also wearing shiny high boots, and that I was wearing those sexy stockings that came up to right above my knees. What a cruel joke Mindy has played on me! I still had the butt plug inside of me, too. Evidently, she hadn't unlocked and removed it. How was I going to get rid of that? First, I had to get out of there! I knew that if I tried to quickly stand up, I'd probably fall on my face. I turned around on my stomach. The effort made me almost swoon with pain. When I got myself together, I started to slowly slide downward off the bed, holding on to it to keep my balance. My feet touched the floor for the first time in weeks, months -- how long could my torment possibly have been? I stood up, holding onto the bed. I moved each leg and felt dizzy. Slowly, tentatively, I started to practice walking around the bed. The mid-size heels of the boots didn't help too much, either. I felt like a baby learning how to walk. Finally, I took several tentative steps towards the door. I grabbed onto a rail on the wall. It occurred to me that since it was a hospital, at least I'd be able to hold onto the rails along the walls until I escaped. Mercifully, the door was unlocked! I pulled it open and looked out into the hall. Eerily, it was empty, as Mindy said it had been for a long time. Which way should I go? I slowly made my way down the hall towards the door below a lit "exit" sign. Somehow, I knew it would be open, but, I thought, once I got outside, which way -- and where -- would I go? End --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi