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"A word to the wise," Josie whispered, "Even think of commenting on last night and we'll do a thorough investigation which will show that you're covered in your own cum — again. That will carry the maximum penalty." She drew her finger across her throat and pointed to my newly re-caged genitalia. "What's more — I'll be the one to give you the unkindest cut of all."
"B ... but, last night..."
"Last night was last night. Today I've got a job to do — it's the ordeal by fire," she sniggered, "You could say that last night you had an old flame and today you're getting a much hotter one. Right, up you get."
She reached down for the chain attached to my Cage and pulled hard — I had no alternative but to scramble as best I could to my feet.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Out to the Ordeal By Fire," she smiled. "And you'll be able to think of my cooling mouth as the flames get nearer."
I was taken to the large room that had been where my balls had undergone the violent twisting.
The Sergeant was busy setting up some contraption near a table whilst Carver was bringing a large candle across.
"Is he ready?" the Sergeant asked.
"Yes," said Josie.
Carver looked up. "You're losing your way, Josie — he's still in the Cage. The heat won't get through that."
"Oh, sorry, I forgot," she knelt down in front of me and undid the ball strap before pulling off the Cage whilst the other two got on with what they were doing.
I couldn't help it, the memory of last night was too clear and her face too close to my cock. I thrust my hips forward and felt her face against my swelling member. Her mouth opened wide and for a moment I thought she was going to suck my dick again.
It was only for a moment — because, instead of the soft sensation of her lips and tongue I felt her teeth bite hard just behind the hood of my penis. I yelped as she drew back.
"Problems with the Cage catching on his prick," Josie said quickly. It was enough to soften my ardour.
Within moments she had produced the long nose pincers I'd seen before and the Tube. The Tube had now been taped to a flat board which was about three inches longer and two inches wider on each side. She deftly slipped the Tube over the pincers, grasped my foreskin with them and drew my cock into the Tube and out the other end.
"Over here," Carver ordered stepping away from the bench that she had been working at. I walked, with some difficulty over to her to see a metallic framework made up of a series of vices on the edge of the bench. Just beyond it was a platform, about eight inches high and above that a very large, unlit candle.
"Undo his hands," the Sergeant instructed Josie. She quickly unfastened them, but as quickly the Sergeant and Carver took one wrist each and had it attached to poles at each end of the bench at about shoulder level. I was standing, as if crucified, with my genitals up against the bench — I could not move back because my wrists were held out too far at each side of me.
The Tube (containing my cock) was rested on the small platform and clipped into place. Tape that I took to be the new Super tape (looks like old fashioned Sellotape but could hold a man's weight and is virtually indestructible) attached the Tube to the platform so that I could not move.
I could not see the purpose of this contraption — the candle was only a few inches above the Tube, and I could see that it would drip just beyond the end of the Tube. But in my present state (cold-water small) it would have no effect on my two inch penis safely ensconced in the Tube.
"Now," explained Carver. "The Ordeal by Fire works in two ways — it is a Psychological re-programming Punishment. This candle is no ordinary candle — it burns very slowly and melts at a much higher temperature than conventional candles — so the wax is about 98°C — touching it is the same as touching a boiling kettle. In the same way that mice are trained to react certain stimuli so too will you be. You will be shown your own collection of pornographic material. If you are aroused by it you will suffer the pain of red hot wax.
"If the first wax," she continued, "Does not cause you to shrink and take no further interest further waxing will cause permanent damage so that you genitalia will no longer be usable."
Josie chimed it, "So you'll never be able to wank or fuck again."
Carver looked irritated at the interruption. "Thank you. All you have to do is remain in control and you will suffer nothing."
The lights dimmed and two television screens lit up. One (about eye level) showed a close up of the candle and the Tube — the other (in line with the end of my dick) was, as yet, a white screen.
"Light it," instructed the Sergeant, "Let's here this boy squeal."
Carver leaned over and lit the candle — I could feel the heat on my stomach — it felt like standing next to a ring on a gas cooker. The first dollop of wax splatted onto the board, it landed about an inch in front of the end of the Tube.
'This is easy, ' I thought, 'all I have to do is think about blue skies and green hills and this will be a breeze.'
Not for the first time since I'd been arrested, I was wrong.
The second screen lit up. It showed a schoolroom and a fresh-faced girl who could have been under 18. She was wearing a blazer, tie, white shirt, pleated skirt and long white socks — the shirt was clearly at least two sizes too small for her voluptuous breasts. They had done their homework — they knew exactly which of my buttons to press.
I could not take my eyes off the screen.
She moved towards the screen and said, "Gosh, it's hot in here." She took off her blazer — the outline of her frilly bra beneath her shirt was perfectly visible — as were her straining nipples. With her forefinger she absent-mindedly touched her collar bone and then gradually dragged her finger over the top of her left breast as far as the nipple. Her finger ran round the large lump in her shirt and she closed her eyes in ecstasy.
I was suddenly aware of a constriction in my penis. With horror I realised that it was growing within the Tube. I realised that if I continued to get excited the hot wax would scald me — but the pictures were still going on...
The schoolgirl had started to slowly unbuttoned the shirt revealing her lacy bra and its swelling load of tits. Within a few seconds she had the shirt open and was massaging her breasts within the bra.
"You want to see more?" she spoke directly to the camera and appeared to be looking into my eyes. I licked my lips and nodded soundlessly. A quick glance at the Tube showed that my prick had not appeared at the end near the dripping wax — there was a good half inch between the end of the Tube and the small pile of wax. I felt safe.
The girl on screen had slid her hands inside the cups of her bra and was removing her breasts. They were milky white with a light pink aureoles the size of an old English penny. Her hand movements caused the tops of her breasts to shudder as she massaged herself — the tension in the Tube became greater, but, I thought, was still well within the bounds of safety.
Haven
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