Christal Persuasion Ch 3 Where are the Clowns
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For those who haven’t already, I would suggest reading Christal Perusasion: Chapter 1_Fucked Up
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Please note, this story is pretty graphic.
He was going to pay for his involvement with Petra’s disappearance and our rap3. We’d searched for three night’s straight to find boy-Adonis, the one I remembered from our drvg-induced fuck fest two weeks ago. He had a rude evening ahead of him; much hard probing for answers.
“Alex, you sure you have those knots done good and tight?”
Sweet and innocent looking, yet a certified dominatrix, Alex looked at me like I was crazy. Perhaps mentally unbalanced was a good description of my mood.
“Shit Chris, any tighter and he’ll lose his hands and feet.”
He had been so aggressive rubbing up against me and groping my breasts on the dance floor. I was no petite little girl but he had towered a full head above me and both disgusted and scared me. But I had kept to my part as a blonde bimbo: low cut dress, spiked heels, and adoring looks. When I grabbed his balls at the bar I thought his eyes would pop.
I’d slipped him some pretty heavy meds and tried to get the truth out of him with flirtatious questioning about that night, but, even drvgged, he’d been adept enough to avoid answering. It was now time for Plan B.
Look at him now, bound naked hand and foot to his own four poster bed and ball gaged. There was but one problem with my plan. The pills were making him flaccid. I needed him erect as a fence post for what I had in mind.
I pushed his genitals around and eyed Alex, “You have any suggestions?”
Alex glanced at me, him, pushed her lips out in concentration and then spouted, “Anal.”
“What?”
“Stick something up his ass. Massage his prostate. Get him harder than granite.”
Jesus fuck. I’m a nurse and she has to come up with the solution?!
“Well, you got something in mind other than my finger?”
A more evil, sexier smile never crossed the lips of Satan’s mistress, “Sure Chris. Got just what you need in my bag.”
Like a ballerina, her slim legs swung off the bed and she tip toed—so graceful—to her big leather bag, rummaged around and pulled out the biggest dildo I had ever seen. Ten inches of thick menacing black plastic.
She almost leaped back onto the bed brandishing the club of plastic. “This do?!”
I glanced at the THING and then at him, his eyes bulging, and quipped, “Could have been bigger but it’ll do.”
Naked, I edged up between his muscular legs, and pushed his limp but surprisingly big dick and ball sack out of the way. The dildo, anatomically correct down to the proud veins, was perfectly smooth but dry and ungreased. I lost no time and jammed the bulbous head into his sphincter.
His whole body jerked and he tensed up against the pressure. I cooed at him, “You don’t want this, my big brave man?” I played with his cock while waiting for his answer.
Max shook his head ‘no’, took a couple of gulps of saliva down his throat and immediately nodded his head ‘yes’ several times. I could see sweat break out on his forehead, his eyes rolling about, unfocused from the drvgs.
I’d assisted doctors dozens of times with colonoscopies but my goal wasn’t comfort for him. I got my knee behind the flat end of the dildo and shoved, now five inches f0rced into his rectum. A very unmanly high pitched squeal split the air.
Alex was twisting his nipples and pulling at his chest hair with one hand, the other between her legs fingering herself. She stared at him, me, lust in her face. “Damn, damn, Chris. You didn’t tell me how hot this was going to be.” She leaned over to partially choke him and then kiss his mouth over the ball gag.
“Jesus, Alex. Keep it together. We’re not here for that, right?”
Fine featured, long silky hair half falling across her face, she stuck out her tongue but backed away, “Yeah, okay,” and sulked.
I needed two hands to do what was necessary next so placated her mood. “Alex, come here. Get this man erect.”
Her face bloomed like the mid-day sun coming from behind a cloud. She knee-shuffled down to his crotch, squeezed his sack and then two handed his swelling member. Such a look of joy and attention!
I grabbed the dildo and began to rock and rotate it to drive it further in. Our Adonis was bucking in his restraints because in a dry anus, this felt like a flame thrower blowing up his ass and was tearing the lining. I know. They’d done it to me through out that night! His scream rose in volume, then shifted to a more muffled hoarse-grunting behind the ball gag. I ignored it and used my knee to drive in another four inches, now nine inches deep.
Then I yanked it out all at once, covered in a brownish red film. I thought his eyes would leap from his head. It smelled god awful but I just breathed through my mouth and continued.
Insertion this time hurt even more, rubbing against the abraded lining. But I only went four inches and turned on the vibrator mode. The pressure on his prostate, vibration, and Alex’s vigorous attention to his balls and rod worked their magic. His cock was as hard and distended as I’d ever seen one in all my years of nursing and that’s saying something.
Now that he was fully aroused, I gently pushed a protesting Alex away and leaned over his body. I flicked the head of his cock with my middle finger to get his eyes to focus on me. I knew what he saw. Dimpled cheeks, curly blond hair cascading, full breasts wobbling over his throbbing ten inch cock. Some have said a heavenly vision, perhaps, but soon an avenging angel.
While stroking his rod, long and slow, in the sweetest voice I could summon I said, “Tell me the name of the older man that was with you that night”—my voice shifted to hard as flint—“you all rap3d us!”
His brow furrowed, understanding lit his eyes and he shook his head no. I kneed the dildo as hard as I could and he screamed at the fiery pain exploding inside him. Somehow he managed to bite his tongue around the gag because bl00d flowed over his lips. Yet, he just stared at me grim-faced.
Jesus god, he must have feared this man because I knew the pain was excruciating. I couldn’t believe I was doing this but, fuck him. They’d fucked me. Fuck him!! I kneed it one last time, driving the full nine inches inside. His whole body went rigid but he stared clear-eyed at me and grunted though the gag, “No!”
Alex watched the whole thing aghast. She’d apparently never seen such a thing in all her years on the street, but said nothing. Though I noticed she had begun to finger herself again.
When I said, “You’ve f0rced my hand,” Max visibly relaxed and began to breathe again.
I turned away, “Alex?” She had two fingers inside herself, eyes closed now and moaning. I had to yell at her to get her attention. “Hey Alex!” Her head snapped in my direction. “Did you bring that art brush from your painting classes like I asked? The slim long-handled one about eleven inches long?”
She shook her head hard, knocking some lust-filled image out of her brain. She stuffed a hand under Max’s pillow, flourished the slim wand and said spritely, “This?! You want to paint his nails or something?”
“You’ll see,” and grabbed the thin handle.
I drooled some spit on the head of his cock and gently swabbed his pee-hole with the sable-hair tip of the brush, pushing in just a little. Already shiny-slick and engorged, it swelled perceptively. I smiled at him, wanting him to be pleasured, to make the most of the transition.
I licked the length, and, in one quick motion, reversed the brush and jammed two inches of the handle down the gullet. No satisfaction for this prick, only pain!
He grunted and winced. I slowly slid another inch down his pee hole. When I yanked it out, that was when he flinched. I’d catheterized enough patients to know what hurt and what didn’t, what damaged and what didn’t. I knew it burned like hell when not properly lubed. He’d survive, but he didn’t know that!
I pushed it back in, this time four inches. It hit hard resistance, right where his cock curved sharply. I pressed harder and he squealed through his gag like the cattle prodded pig that his was. Five inches. In and out, I did this quickly, sharply, several times in a row.
Me! One of the gentlest nurses in the ward. Me, causing pain. Is that all it took, one night of degradation to throw out ten years of dedication to healing people? And then the entire awful evening flashed in front of me: the gang-fucking, cum spraying, Petra’s disappearance. Fuck yeah, that is all it took!
He’s keening brought me back. “Eeeeee… eeeee,” was all he could manage. It was a pitifully shrill sound, especially coming from such a big muscular man. I knew he felt a screaming banshee of pain, liquid fire poured inside his cock.
“You fuck, men pay good money to be sounded and you do nothing but squeal like a little girl. But then, this stick is usually lubed and smooth, not rough like this one. Hurts like hell doesn’t it?”
I resumed the yanking and thrusting. I could see his throat gulping and he started to buck so hard I thought the bed posts would break so I said five simple words.
“I will break it off.”
He stiffened and screamed through his gag so loud I thought someone would report it. Time might now be of the essence so I pushed the full eleven inches down his pee-hole, past the base of his cock and into his sack. I then grasped his rod-stiffened cock with both hands and began to bend it.
He went rock still. Every one of his muscles spasmed. A quiver went through his whole body as he must have imagined my next move. Not a sound in the room now except the hiss of the central air, him panting in short breaths, and an occasional choking sound as he gagged on his own saliva.
The veins in his neck were distended, his eyes rolling back and forth. Then they finally riveted on my hands and his cock. Bl00d poured out around his ball gag from a freshly bit tongue as I ever so slowly bent his stiff man-meat, threatening to break the brush-handle and rupture his cock from the inside out.
“So, now I have your attention?”
He nodded once, sweat dripping down his forehead, beading his upper lip.
“If we take out that gag, you won’t yell. You’ll tell me what I need to know?”
He nodded so vigorously it made me dizzy to watch.
Alex was looking at him, then me. Back and forth like a metronome. Her expression broadcast her thoughts loud and clear. I was a f0rce more determined and viscous than any pimp she’d worked for when whoring amongst the gangs on the streets. But I wasn’t going to leave our lost friend Petra to these anima1s. I nodded to her to take off the gag and she did.
Still gripping his cock tightly I asked, “Now, Max, tell me where you last saw Petra? Who was she with? Where can I find that older man?”
And so the questioning went on for the next ten minutes. Not without resistance but it didn’t last long. No man wants his cock pierced, split down the middle and forever incapable of cumming. He babbled everything he knew about the man, Petra and anything else that flew through his shock-filled brain.
Afterwards, I injected him with a cocktail of valium and Ambien to wipe his memory and a triple dose of Viagra to keep his cock hard. I wanted that prick of his to hurt like hell for as long as possible. I left the shaft of wood taped all the way in so it would almost cement in place.
I would call room service in a few hours, before any permanent damage. Otherwise a surgeon would have to filet his prick to remove it.
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Please note, this story is pretty graphic.
He was going to pay for his involvement with Petra’s disappearance and our rap3. We’d searched for three night’s straight to find boy-Adonis, the one I remembered from our drvg-induced fuck fest two weeks ago. He had a rude evening ahead of him; much hard probing for answers.
“Alex, you sure you have those knots done good and tight?”
Sweet and innocent looking, yet a certified dominatrix, Alex looked at me like I was crazy. Perhaps mentally unbalanced was a good description of my mood.
“Shit Chris, any tighter and he’ll lose his hands and feet.”
He had been so aggressive rubbing up against me and groping my breasts on the dance floor. I was no petite little girl but he had towered a full head above me and both disgusted and scared me. But I had kept to my part as a blonde bimbo: low cut dress, spiked heels, and adoring looks. When I grabbed his balls at the bar I thought his eyes would pop.
I’d slipped him some pretty heavy meds and tried to get the truth out of him with flirtatious questioning about that night, but, even drvgged, he’d been adept enough to avoid answering. It was now time for Plan B.
Look at him now, bound naked hand and foot to his own four poster bed and ball gaged. There was but one problem with my plan. The pills were making him flaccid. I needed him erect as a fence post for what I had in mind.
I pushed his genitals around and eyed Alex, “You have any suggestions?”
Alex glanced at me, him, pushed her lips out in concentration and then spouted, “Anal.”
“What?”
“Stick something up his ass. Massage his prostate. Get him harder than granite.”
Jesus fuck. I’m a nurse and she has to come up with the solution?!
“Well, you got something in mind other than my finger?”
A more evil, sexier smile never crossed the lips of Satan’s mistress, “Sure Chris. Got just what you need in my bag.”
Like a ballerina, her slim legs swung off the bed and she tip toed—so graceful—to her big leather bag, rummaged around and pulled out the biggest dildo I had ever seen. Ten inches of thick menacing black plastic.
She almost leaped back onto the bed brandishing the club of plastic. “This do?!”
I glanced at the THING and then at him, his eyes bulging, and quipped, “Could have been bigger but it’ll do.”
Naked, I edged up between his muscular legs, and pushed his limp but surprisingly big dick and ball sack out of the way. The dildo, anatomically correct down to the proud veins, was perfectly smooth but dry and ungreased. I lost no time and jammed the bulbous head into his sphincter.
His whole body jerked and he tensed up against the pressure. I cooed at him, “You don’t want this, my big brave man?” I played with his cock while waiting for his answer.
Max shook his head ‘no’, took a couple of gulps of saliva down his throat and immediately nodded his head ‘yes’ several times. I could see sweat break out on his forehead, his eyes rolling about, unfocused from the drvgs.
I’d assisted doctors dozens of times with colonoscopies but my goal wasn’t comfort for him. I got my knee behind the flat end of the dildo and shoved, now five inches f0rced into his rectum. A very unmanly high pitched squeal split the air.
Alex was twisting his nipples and pulling at his chest hair with one hand, the other between her legs fingering herself. She stared at him, me, lust in her face. “Damn, damn, Chris. You didn’t tell me how hot this was going to be.” She leaned over to partially choke him and then kiss his mouth over the ball gag.
“Jesus, Alex. Keep it together. We’re not here for that, right?”
Fine featured, long silky hair half falling across her face, she stuck out her tongue but backed away, “Yeah, okay,” and sulked.
I needed two hands to do what was necessary next so placated her mood. “Alex, come here. Get this man erect.”
Her face bloomed like the mid-day sun coming from behind a cloud. She knee-shuffled down to his crotch, squeezed his sack and then two handed his swelling member. Such a look of joy and attention!
I grabbed the dildo and began to rock and rotate it to drive it further in. Our Adonis was bucking in his restraints because in a dry anus, this felt like a flame thrower blowing up his ass and was tearing the lining. I know. They’d done it to me through out that night! His scream rose in volume, then shifted to a more muffled hoarse-grunting behind the ball gag. I ignored it and used my knee to drive in another four inches, now nine inches deep.
Then I yanked it out all at once, covered in a brownish red film. I thought his eyes would leap from his head. It smelled god awful but I just breathed through my mouth and continued.
Insertion this time hurt even more, rubbing against the abraded lining. But I only went four inches and turned on the vibrator mode. The pressure on his prostate, vibration, and Alex’s vigorous attention to his balls and rod worked their magic. His cock was as hard and distended as I’d ever seen one in all my years of nursing and that’s saying something.
Now that he was fully aroused, I gently pushed a protesting Alex away and leaned over his body. I flicked the head of his cock with my middle finger to get his eyes to focus on me. I knew what he saw. Dimpled cheeks, curly blond hair cascading, full breasts wobbling over his throbbing ten inch cock. Some have said a heavenly vision, perhaps, but soon an avenging angel.
While stroking his rod, long and slow, in the sweetest voice I could summon I said, “Tell me the name of the older man that was with you that night”—my voice shifted to hard as flint—“you all rap3d us!”
His brow furrowed, understanding lit his eyes and he shook his head no. I kneed the dildo as hard as I could and he screamed at the fiery pain exploding inside him. Somehow he managed to bite his tongue around the gag because bl00d flowed over his lips. Yet, he just stared at me grim-faced.
Jesus god, he must have feared this man because I knew the pain was excruciating. I couldn’t believe I was doing this but, fuck him. They’d fucked me. Fuck him!! I kneed it one last time, driving the full nine inches inside. His whole body went rigid but he stared clear-eyed at me and grunted though the gag, “No!”
Alex watched the whole thing aghast. She’d apparently never seen such a thing in all her years on the street, but said nothing. Though I noticed she had begun to finger herself again.
When I said, “You’ve f0rced my hand,” Max visibly relaxed and began to breathe again.
I turned away, “Alex?” She had two fingers inside herself, eyes closed now and moaning. I had to yell at her to get her attention. “Hey Alex!” Her head snapped in my direction. “Did you bring that art brush from your painting classes like I asked? The slim long-handled one about eleven inches long?”
She shook her head hard, knocking some lust-filled image out of her brain. She stuffed a hand under Max’s pillow, flourished the slim wand and said spritely, “This?! You want to paint his nails or something?”
“You’ll see,” and grabbed the thin handle.
I drooled some spit on the head of his cock and gently swabbed his pee-hole with the sable-hair tip of the brush, pushing in just a little. Already shiny-slick and engorged, it swelled perceptively. I smiled at him, wanting him to be pleasured, to make the most of the transition.
I licked the length, and, in one quick motion, reversed the brush and jammed two inches of the handle down the gullet. No satisfaction for this prick, only pain!
He grunted and winced. I slowly slid another inch down his pee hole. When I yanked it out, that was when he flinched. I’d catheterized enough patients to know what hurt and what didn’t, what damaged and what didn’t. I knew it burned like hell when not properly lubed. He’d survive, but he didn’t know that!
I pushed it back in, this time four inches. It hit hard resistance, right where his cock curved sharply. I pressed harder and he squealed through his gag like the cattle prodded pig that his was. Five inches. In and out, I did this quickly, sharply, several times in a row.
Me! One of the gentlest nurses in the ward. Me, causing pain. Is that all it took, one night of degradation to throw out ten years of dedication to healing people? And then the entire awful evening flashed in front of me: the gang-fucking, cum spraying, Petra’s disappearance. Fuck yeah, that is all it took!
He’s keening brought me back. “Eeeeee… eeeee,” was all he could manage. It was a pitifully shrill sound, especially coming from such a big muscular man. I knew he felt a screaming banshee of pain, liquid fire poured inside his cock.
“You fuck, men pay good money to be sounded and you do nothing but squeal like a little girl. But then, this stick is usually lubed and smooth, not rough like this one. Hurts like hell doesn’t it?”
I resumed the yanking and thrusting. I could see his throat gulping and he started to buck so hard I thought the bed posts would break so I said five simple words.
“I will break it off.”
He stiffened and screamed through his gag so loud I thought someone would report it. Time might now be of the essence so I pushed the full eleven inches down his pee-hole, past the base of his cock and into his sack. I then grasped his rod-stiffened cock with both hands and began to bend it.
He went rock still. Every one of his muscles spasmed. A quiver went through his whole body as he must have imagined my next move. Not a sound in the room now except the hiss of the central air, him panting in short breaths, and an occasional choking sound as he gagged on his own saliva.
The veins in his neck were distended, his eyes rolling back and forth. Then they finally riveted on my hands and his cock. Bl00d poured out around his ball gag from a freshly bit tongue as I ever so slowly bent his stiff man-meat, threatening to break the brush-handle and rupture his cock from the inside out.
“So, now I have your attention?”
He nodded once, sweat dripping down his forehead, beading his upper lip.
“If we take out that gag, you won’t yell. You’ll tell me what I need to know?”
He nodded so vigorously it made me dizzy to watch.
Alex was looking at him, then me. Back and forth like a metronome. Her expression broadcast her thoughts loud and clear. I was a f0rce more determined and viscous than any pimp she’d worked for when whoring amongst the gangs on the streets. But I wasn’t going to leave our lost friend Petra to these anima1s. I nodded to her to take off the gag and she did.
Still gripping his cock tightly I asked, “Now, Max, tell me where you last saw Petra? Who was she with? Where can I find that older man?”
And so the questioning went on for the next ten minutes. Not without resistance but it didn’t last long. No man wants his cock pierced, split down the middle and forever incapable of cumming. He babbled everything he knew about the man, Petra and anything else that flew through his shock-filled brain.
Afterwards, I injected him with a cocktail of valium and Ambien to wipe his memory and a triple dose of Viagra to keep his cock hard. I wanted that prick of his to hurt like hell for as long as possible. I left the shaft of wood taped all the way in so it would almost cement in place.
I would call room service in a few hours, before any permanent damage. Otherwise a surgeon would have to filet his prick to remove it.
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