EXTRACT FOR
Femdom Torment
(Miranda Birch)

The pattern of his terrible suffering was repeated. A period of insensibility followed by a period of unbelievable agony. Again and again and again. Colin lost all sense of time and place. He found himself longing for oblivion. Death even. 



Then at some time -- he no longer knew or cared how long it had been -- Colin realised he had been released from his bonds. For he found himself lying on the cold stone floor with terrifying cramps all over his body. He simply couldn't move and just lay there sobbing weakly. 



"Looks a bit done in," he heard Mistress Penelope saying. "Better give him an injection, Mandy." 



Colin felt the jab of a needle but, though it cleared his mind a little, the atrocious pain remained. Then he realised he was now quite naked. It was relief to be rid of the collar, the tight-corset, those absurd boots, and that dreadful jock-strap that had so punished his cock and balls. But being completely nude made him feel even more helpless and vulnerable. 



"Sit up," ordered Mistress Penelope curtly. 



Colin made every effort to obey, but was overcome by spasms in his muscles. He simple could not obey. . He felt the tears running down his cheeks but no longer felt any shame. He had become less than a man. Mistress Penelope tugged viciously on his hair. 



"I said -- get up!" she rasped. 



"But I just can't," Colin tried to say. It came out as a incoherent whisper. 



"Mandy, give him a few with that strap of yours," said Mistress Penelope sharply. "That might wake his ideas up!" 



Colin froze in disbelief. Then came the agonising bite of leather across his buttock flesh. 



He cried out, writhing at the sudden, unexpected pain. The the strap swished and bit again. 



"Harder, Mandy," he heard Mistress Penelope urge. "You're a big strong girl, put your back into it!" 



"Whatever you say, boss!" said the lithe and slim but young and indeed surprisingly strong Mandy. There was a laugh in her voice. 



This time the heavy leather strap caught Colin on his twisting flank. "Yaagghhhhh!" he yelled, finding his voice again. "Stopp... stoppppp!" 



"Oh, so there is still some life in him," said Mistress Penelope callously. 



Three more biting strokes delivered with full force had Colin in contortions. The awful pain seemed to help him overcome his cramps and muscle spasms. He flung out an arm to protect himself. 



"Give him a couple more," ordered Mistress Penelope, "he took those last two on his arm. that's cheating!" 



"Sure thing!" said Mandy. Colin could hear the delight in her voice. 



THWACK! THWACK! 



Two more cruel strokes lashed across him. 



"Stop! Oooooh... stop!" howled Colin despairingly. 



He had never known such pain before. This was worse than the first strapping. Each stroke was like a hot wire being laid over his flesh. He was sobbing like a child. These two women had broken him. 



The strap stopped rising and falling. Colin lay there snivelling. 



He felt his hair seized again and he was hauled painfully up on to his knees. Mistress Penelope forced back his head and gazed into his distraught features. "What a weakling your are!" she spat out. 



"Now on your feet," snarled Mistress Penelope, "unless you want some more!" 



That Colin definitely did not.