From sysop@edenbbs.com Fri Jan 10 12:43:30 1997
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Subject: Mindy's Sweet Revenge part 2 (forced fem,humil,cbt,bdsm,castr).
From: sysop@edenbbs.com
Date: Fri, 10 Jan 1997 11:43:30 -0600

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Mindy's Sweet Revenge part 2
	


     "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?

     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
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