Message-ID: <2162eli$9707192209@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cbowman932@aol.com (Cbowman932) Subject: slave story Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970719200201.QAA25754@ladder01.news.aol.com> Slave Treatment She looked deep into his eyes as her servant adjusted the strap holding the slave's wrist and legs. He was tied down on a large wooden rack with his legs wide apart. She smiled and nodded to the servant as he left the room. "Now my little slave," she looked down at his erect cock. "How shall I drain these for you today?" She gave his balls a firm squeeze. Flinching, he continued not to look at her face, "However you wish my Queen." "That's a good little slave," she smiled her well-known little smile. "We wouldn't want you to have to go through my famous 'Off with his balls' program, would we?" "No my Queen." He shuddered inside, still remembering his lover's lost manhood. Reaching down to a table, the Queen picked up a large clamping like device. She placed it, almost gently, around the slave's balls as they dangled freely between his spread legs. "Don't worry," she cooed. "This will be fun. All I do is squeeze the handle shut, applying pressure to your balls until we force them to empty." She begin to slowly close the handle. The pain was lite at first, almost soothing, then it began to grow. The Queen monitored her success through the increased size of his cock's head and the expression on his strained face. Within several minutes he began to cry, serval minutes later he was screaming. His mind traveled at the speed of light. He saw the first girl he made love to, the first man to suck him dry, he saw the fat woman who had owned him when he was a teenager. He saw the Duke who had made him service his first royal cock. He saw the Duke's daughter who had secretly forced the slave to masturbate for her amusement at the tender age of thirteen, when he was twenty-six. During all this, his eyes strained shut, the Queen kept applying pressure. She smiled, knowing he was seeing his past through his mind. She knew the pain was now bringing him near unconsciousness. "If I were you, slave, I think I would cum before I passed out. If you don't, these little things may get my treatment after all." She smiled at him, "I will see you cum even if you give me your balls in the process." Just then, a large glob of cum shot out of the end of his purple cock. His screaming grew louder and the images in his head burst apart. The Queen released the clamp from around his balls. "That's a good slave." She smiled, "Do you want to try that again." He tried to speak, tried to say no, tried to shake his head, but it only fell forward. "Is that a nod yes," she place the clamp back on his emptied balls. "If you insist, but I should tell you... the last slave who wanted this lost his balls, because once I start, you'll either cum or have them crushed under the clamp." She closed the clamp down slowly and his screams were heard from one end of the palace to the other..... To be continued Will he keep his balls or will he become a eunuch slave? Find out in our next exciting episode! Till then, keep your slaves on a short leash.... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /