As things get worse...
Ow.
Forget humiliation. Forget the beatings. Forget escape.
Just...OW!
The wolfess started thursting the strap-on in and out of my tailhole, helping me experience a world of pain I never thought possible. Each time she pressed in I thought my body was being split in half. All of my muscles in my lower body were screaming at me. I screamed myself, as loud as I could. My muffled voice on seem to encourage my captor. I screamed until I was out of breath, and then screamed some more. There was no way I was going to survive this. It hurt so much...
And, as if the fucking wasn't enough, each time she pulled out of me, Racheal would slam her knee into my balls. Two or three times of this helped numb my lower body, effectively helping me lose the feeling in my entire lower body except my balls and inner ass, which Racheal felt like constantly punishing. Every time my balls were smashed into my pelvis, I nearly blacked out, only to be brought back to the painful world of the waking.
I learned two things during my fucking. One, I would NEVER ask a girl if she would let me do something like this. Two, gay guys were some of the toughest people in the world to go through something like this on an continual basis and enjoy it. I was going to die! Death by fucking!
No sooner had I learned this than the strap-on seemed to slide in and out better, which also scared me. It could have meant one of two things. Either I was bleeding, therefor providing a kind of lubricant for the plastic dick, or my ass was being stretched to a bigger, more accomodating size. I couldn't decide which was worse. I had been leaning towards the bigger size being the more favorable of the two choices, because at least later fuckings probably wouldn't hurt as much. Probably.
My answer was made for me though as the wolfess pulled out of me and told me I was bleeding. I was going to "rest" for a bit, until she was ready to continue. I screamed again.
I lay there suffering. My mind no longer recognized things like rest and relief. It could only experience pain and torture. Resting was now no more real than the toothfairy. But the extra pain that comes with finding out you're bleeding was all to real.
I lay there on the table and wept, my tears flowing down my face probably left streaks in my fur. Through my sobs I could hear strange noises. Almost like panting and a quiet growling. I quickly realized what was going on. Rest my ass! (which technically, it was) The bitch was masturbating! I lay here, probably dying, and the bitch was fucking herself! I thrashed in my bonds and screamed so loud that you could begin to make out the swear words issuing forth from my mouth.
I cursed Racheal. I cursed her girlfriend. I cursed Sally. I cursed plastic companies. I cursed myself for letting a "babysitter" into my apartment. So enraged was I that I didn't hear the noises stop. I vowed to personally hunt down Racheal, if I ever got free, and kill her with my bare hands. Panting through the ball gag, I was taken by surprise at the feeling of something being wiped across my tailhole. She must have been wiping off the blood. I waited, with dread, for what was sure to follow.
"It's after midnight. You should really be in bed young man. Looks like I'm going to have to punish you again."
She had to be kidding!
She wasn't. I felt the belt smack across my ass with all of its fury. Again and again it was brought down on me, but the spankings didn't seem to hurt as much as before. It might have been because I was getting used to that sort of thing. Or it might have been because only a few minutes before I found out what real pain felt like. I took each spanking with what seemed to be annoyance.
After my ass, the belt traveled further down, finding soft targets between my legs. As I felt it smack my balls, I came to a realization. Racheal must have been trying to castrate me! Each hit, unlike the spankings on my ass, I felt in full force. The unconciousness feeling was coming back, closer with every hit. I forgot my anger as I started to whine and yelp in a higher pitched voice. The last three hits were more powerful than the previous ones, leaving me astonished by the fact that I had anything left between my legs to strike. So powerful were they, that they succeded in where the other ones were only threatening. I fell unconcious.
I awoke sometime later. I immediately wished I hadn't, because my whole body was screaming at the pain it was still feeling, especially my ass. I screamed the biggest scream of my life. I hadn't realized that the ball gag was gone from my mouth, so the intensity of my scream frightened me. I had never screamed that loud for that long in my life. I didn't want to do it again.
Laying there panting, I realized that Racheal wasn't in the room. She couldn't have been, otherwise my scream would have won me another gag. I didn't know what to feel at the thought of being by myself. On the one hand, I felt better knowing that I didn't have to put up with the wolfess for a time. On the other hand, it was kinda scary to know that I was bound, blindfolded and exposed in a room by myself.
I thought about crying again, but couldn't. It seemed like I was all cried out. The throbbing pain hurt like hell, but wasnt' helping me wake up any. I thought about sleeping, but couldn't. Seeing as I had no clue how long I was out, and didn't know what time Racheal left, sleeping would completely wipe out any chance of escape. The way my luck had been going, Racheal was sure to be back while I slept, and then the pain would resume.
With that in mind, I focused on escape. Hard. After experimenting a bit, I discovered that the tie on my right hand was looser than the one on the left. I didn't get my hopes up as I started to tug my hand out of the tie. Bit by bit, my right hand came free. My escape was looking more and more real.
Before moving onto my left hand, I removed the blindfold and set it next to me on the table. I blinked a few times and realized that the lights were off. Light was coming in through the crack under the door, providing me with just enough to see by. I lay still for a second, trying to pick up any trace of my captor. All I heard was the clock on the wall steadily ticking away the precious time I had for escape.
My left hand proved to be more of a challenge than the right one. Even with my right hand free, I was having trouble getting the left tie off. I quickly found out that I wouldn't be able to completely untie it. Loosening it as much as I could, I tugged my left hand. Nothing. I tugged harder. Still nothing.
I started to panic, vaguely recalling hearing somewhere that when a wild animal gets a leg caugt in a trap, it gnaws off the limb to escape. Not wanting to resort to that, but not throwing the idea out entirely, (I was desperate), I readied myself for another attempt.
This was it, Do or die. Freedom or possible death.
I pulled my left arm with as much force as I possibly could. My hand seemed like it wasn't moving anywhere, so when it suddenly sprang free, I was caught off guard.
I could escape! My freedom seemed like a guarentee now!
I ran my hands through my hair, pushing it out of my eyes. All I had to do now was get my legs and tail free...
I froze. I could hear something at the door, and the door handle started to rattle.