VICTIMISED: The Mechanic
It's a chilly Spring day on an anonymous industrial estate within the city. Work men mill about with too much time on their hands. It's been some time since Ellen and Rebekah had some fun and the ladies are aching to find some naïve young bit of rough to toy with.
Walking down an alleyway the women spot a tough looking guy in the distance.
Without saying anything, they smile at each other and agree about what they are going to do.
"Excuse me," Ellen calls out to him.
"I wonder if you could help us," Rebekah says simpering innocently.
"We work for a manufacturing company that is producing a new line of rope," she explains. The hapless mechanic stares dumbly at this beautiful woman who seems so helpless.
"We need to conduct some tests to judge how strong the rope is and how much resistance it can take. Would you be able to help us?"
He has no idea what she's on about. But he answers in a gruff voice, "I can try."
"We'd SO appreciate it," Ellen gushes. "We have a party to get to tonight and we need to finish this work beforehand."
"Hey Ellen, maybe he can join us afterwards," Rebekah says invitingly. "If everything works out." "Great idea," Ellen agrees. "Just follow us."
Callum can barely believe his luck - getting picked up by two beautiful birds. His cock twitches in his trousers.
The women confidently lead him through the complex network of imposing buildings which all look the same.
They arrive at their lair, closing and locking the strong metal door behind them.
"This is where our supplier keeps the sample materials," Ellen explains. "You might want to remove your sweatshirt."
He's eager not to mess things up with these pretty women and will do anything they say.
The women take the first good look at his body liking how naturally fit he appears.
'Strange place,' he thinks as Ellen leads him along.
She motions for him to have a seat.
The women go to a box of supplies leaving the young man with his thoughts.
'Poor clueless gals,' he muses. 'They probably don't know the first thing about rope. Their boss probably hired them because of those fine arses.'
Ellen smiles coyly making the lad wonder what sort of party they are going to later.
He sees them digging out some lengths of rope. Tottering on their heels, they appear to him so delicate.
"Here we are," Rebekah says. "Brand new XLE industrial strength rope."
"That looks like the plain old stuff I keep in the back of my van."
"Are you sure it's strong?"
"That's what we need you to test," Ellen explains. "We tie you up with it and you try to break free."
"Tie me up?" he says incredulous.
"Yes, it'll only take a minute," Rebekah assures him, though he feels a mild discomfort at the strange suggestion.
"We need a big strong man to test how much resistance the rope can take. The only way to do that is to see if he can break out of it when he's trying his hardest."
"Well I guess I'm the man for the job," he says as the women strut coolly up to him.
There's something peculiar about these two and what's happening here, but he's happy to play along.
"Keep your arms behind you and relax for the time being," Rebekah explains wrapping the rope around his wrists.
Ellen grabs his chin and holds him in place feeling a surge of excitement.
Rebekah expertly threads the rope around his wrists and secures it tightly.
Ellen suddenly appears very tall and imposing to the tied lad. She radiates a calm femininity.
She smiles thinking what a simpleton this common thug is.
He pulls against the ropes that Rebekah has expertly knotted and he’s unable to move them an inch.
"Let's give you some real cause to struggle, shall we?" Rebekah says pulling him up.
"They do feel strong," Callum says. "I think the rope works fine."
"Do your best to wriggle free," Ellen commands. "We like a man who puts up a fight." Callum twists his arms and uses all his muscle, but can't pull his arms loose.
The women are now laughing and Callum suddenly worries that some sort of prank is being played upon him. "Alright. That's enough," he says.
"No, we've just begun," Ellen says grabbing a pair of shears which she snips ominously in the air.
"Let's get this unnecessary bit of clothing out of the way so you can fight without anything between your skin and the rope," she says.
Callum is simply stunned - she is actually going to cut his clothing away!
The powerful shears snip through and slide easily up, dividing his shirt in two.
Rebekah helps tearing the clothing, excited by the hard smooth chest that’s revealed.
Callum flinches and twists away in terror as she quickly slices up his shirt, the scissors snipping just inches from his face.
He feels the first overwhelming panic that he’s not in control.
The women hungrily grope his body, scraping his muscular chest with their nails in the process.
Callum's face twists worriedly at the women's aggressive behaviour. This has really gone too far now.
Rebekah claws and scratches at the expanse of his bare chest desiring to leave a mark on his fine unblemished skin.
The women smile at each other and Ellen brandishes the scissors like a weapon making the lad feel very vulnerable.
"I think he needs to feel more pain so we can really see if he can struggle free of these ropes or not," Ellen says to Rebekah. Callum feels a jolt of terror. What do they mean?
Demanding Ellen and Rebekah have easily entrapped this dim-witted mechanic in a desolate warehouse and bound him up so they can do whatever they want with him. Feisty young Callum has just realized that this is going somewhere he isn't comfortable with, but now it's too late.
Ellen runs the blades of the scissors over his bare skin, adding to the red lines which Rebekah created from hungrily clawing him.
Rebekah is aroused seeing such firm young flesh exposed for her to enjoy.
From the way she runs the blades against his skin Callum knows these women aren't messing around.
"He's got a lot of muscle. Best get some more rope to test against it," Ellen suggests.
Callum whimpers and struggles in place, but with the knots Rebekah expertly tied around his wrists Ellen has no trouble controlling him.
"No please. I don't want to do this no more," Callum cries out desperately.
"You signed up for it. Now you are going to help us," Ellen says firmly.
"Obey or we will fuck you up," she adds gripping his chin.
Rebekah ties another length of rope around his broad muscular shoulders to keep him really in check.
Ellen feels a powerful sexual thrill as the man reluctantly submits to her will.
Callum's heart is racing, knowing that he's fallen into something very serious and doesn't know how to get out - other than doing whatever these cruel women order him to do.
"Perhaps he can break free of the ropes if a little pain is applied," Rebekah wonders.
She attaches a vicious clamp over his sensitive pink nipple.
He feels a sharp pain as it bites down like none he's experienced before, all his nerve-endings agitated.
"Try to break the ropes," Rebekah demands. "Use all your muscle."
Callum doesn't need any prompting, the sharp stinging pain caused by the nipple clamps make his arms involuntarily jerk and struggle against his binding.
The second one is secured.
Hard as he fights against the rope, he's unable to break it or wriggle free.
Rebekah pulls on the metal chain attached to his nipples. Now with the slightest tug she can cause this rough stud a piercing shock of pain.
She admires her work proudly, noticing how aroused, firm and ripe the little pink buds of his nipples have become.
The women take some time squeezing and flicking them sending pricks of pain through his body.
Callum breathes in sharply and continues to struggle futilely against the ropes.
"He's not fighting hard enough," Ellen says with dismay.
The women look down at his cumbersome trousers.
"These need to come off," Rebekah says.
Ellen decides it will be more efficient to shred them.
After making a small cut it's easy for her to rip the fabric in two.
Callum stares in shock as the jeans are literally cut off him making it impossible for him to escape without being completely exposed.
Her shears cut up the length of his leg giving her a thrill seeing his hairy muscular thigh suddenly exposed.
Rebekah joins in tearing the cloth apart wanting to leave this fucker totally naked.
She takes the scissors from her friend. Callum really fights now, worried about what is going to come next.
Ecstatic with her power over him she playfully runs the scissors around his crotch, admiring the big prominent bulge there.
His heart is racing at a frantic pace, terrified at how completely vulnerable he is to these cruel women.
She slices his jeans the rest of the way off wanting him completely free of them.
She slides the blades around his cock and balls, exposing them against the tight fabric of his pants.
He gulps. Every muscle in his body is tense, horrified about what she might do next.
"Your body belongs to us now," she says.
She stretches the fabric out and cuts.
The sharp blades easily glide up his pants slicing them in two.
The women are greatly aroused seeing his heavy penis fall out into the open.
She shreds his pants leaving him no way to get dressed again, even if he were able to fight free of the ropes.
Devastated and frightened, Callum looks to her seeing how capable and strong this beautiful woman really is.
He feels like he's been horribly violated and he's incredibly ashamed they've exposed him like this.
His heavy penis hangs out in the open and he's incredibly aware of the women looking at it and judging him.
Rebekah stares at his penis with an excited sexual hunger.
She runs the back of the scissors over this pendulous member she's uncovered, deciding what to do next with their unwilling subject
Now that Callum's cock and balls hang out in the open he is intensely aware how vulnerable he is to whatever the women want to do to him. Being exposed has made his skin hyper-aware so every time the women trail a finger over his bare chest or come close to his pendulous member it makes the hairs on the back of his neck rise up.
The women stare at his penis and balls admiring how full and healthy they look.
"It looks rather ridiculous hanging out so openly," Rebekah comments staring at it.
She slides the blades of the scissors down his shaft. Every muscle in Callum's body tenses and his heart pounds madly. They wouldn't really harm him would they?
"Such a weighty awkward thing," she says examining.
She presses the head of his cock back and he feels the muscle twitch.
The women examine his fleshy heavy sack. He doesn't dare move with the scissors so threateningly pressing against his privates.
Rebekah enjoys the thrill of power she has over him and the look of fear on this young man's face that will lead to total obedience.
"It's a useless piece of equipment, isn't it?" Rebekah says.
She flashes the scissors near his cock, snipping the air threateningly.
"No no... please," he says staring down in horror.
She presses his cock back again radiating power and strength. He tries to recoil and turn away, but Ellen holds him firmly in place with his arms expertly bound up.
She opens the scissors over his tender soft balls. With the slightest effort she can destroy this proud man.
Callum finds to his absolute horror that the powerful rush and heightened awareness the women have brought to his cock has actually made it grow.
He's utterly perplexed, feeling his body respond in ways he can't control under these women's masterful touch.
The women have noticed his response and take the time to examine the results of their prodding closer.
Rebekah grasps his weighty cock and balls pushing them up.
She feels the living thing pulsing hotly in her hand.
She strokes it experimentally and Callum instantly responds growing stiffer.
Ellen slides her hand along his torso feeling the smooth layer of muscle there.
His dick is so sensitive it responds to the slightest touch from this strong feminine presence.
"You have no self control pervert," Rebekah sneers.
She gives his tumescent cock an almighty hard smack sending it flying downwards with power.
It bounces around from the impact.
Rather than shrink, his dick grows even harder.
But Callum feels a sharp sting travel through his whole body, the pain from his genitals making him seize up entirely.
She runs her fingers around the base of his strong cock feeling how he craves her soft touch and caress, flicking at his balls nastily.
Even the stinging sensation to his balls makes his dick rise up further.
His penis becomes fully engorged, pointing painfully upward.
He winces in pain, hating that he can't control his sexual reaction to these women's sexual teasing.
Rebekah grips his cock with the tips of her fingers, her nails digging into the thick excited muscle.
She pulls his cock with her nails pinching in making him holler in pain.
Rebekah is thrilled seeing how his cock responds to this, growing even harder with the punishment.
She slaps his throbbing dick sharply.
The intense pain makes Callum gasp for breath.
He's enraged having his cock manipulated like this and continues to struggle and fight.
But Ellen keeps him firmly in check. The mechanic starts sweating in fear and from the exertion of trying to break out of the ropes.
Rebekah delivers a firm punch to his balls.
He feels an agonising pain in his gut as he involuntarily collapses forward. But Ellen keeps him standing up.
His dick is still proudly pointing upward, straining under the women's intense scrutiny and severe attention.
Now that he's utterly compliant and worn himself out struggling the women push him to the floor.
Callum winces, his bare arse crashing onto the rough, dirty piece of carpet.
Rebekah has full access to this cowering stud's quivering body. She can feel his fear - it's quite clear both these strong beautiful women are capable of anything. But what do they have in store for their victim next?
Young Callum has been stripped naked by 2 cunning sadists. The evil bitches are always one step ahead of him and now he is beginning to learn that, however hard he tries, his role now is as a naked toy for their pleasure.
Callum watches astonished as the women set about pulling off the last bits of his clothing.
His tough workmen's boots gone, his socks are off a moment later, leaving him totally nude.
The women have quickly rendered him completely helpless. Escape is now an impossibility.
Rebekah runs off in search of something, undoubtedly part of a plan they have for him.
The lad looks on fearfully. Never did he suspect lovely young women could be so sadistic, clearly turned on by the man's suffering.
She retrieves another length of rope but doesn't take her eyes off her latest victim.
The girls obviously relish every bit of humiliation they can put the lad through.
With his arms so expertly bound all he can do is watch helplessly as the evil bitch unfurls the rope.
She deftly fastens one end to the man's left thigh. The dope tries to work out what she could possibly mean to do with it.
She nimbly rigs it around the back of his neck leaving the idiot completely baffled.
At the last minute he realizes that if he doesn't do something soon ALL his limbs will be bound.
Too late. The girls have his sporty thighs roped nicely apart. Callum cannot believe how he has let himself get into this position.
He looks down at her beautiful feminine hands putting the finishing touches to the knots.
Ellen watches her friend with admiration. When will men learn that the so-called weaker sex can always outwit dumb males.
Callum now knows that he is completely at the mercy of these women who have free reign over his entire naked body.
As if to prove the point Rebekah delicately yanks on the chain attached to his nipples. Ellen laughs. They can so easily cause the lad excruciating pain!
"Lets play with him. We can either torture him all day & night OR he can do exactly as we say." suggests Rebekah knowing full well that Callum is hanging on her every word.
The girls allow this idea to pass through the lad's mind for a few seconds. He is only male after all.
"You may begin by worshipping our feet. LICK our shoes clean." orders Ellen.
Callum has to think. Did she really ask him to lick her shoes? As it's either that or torture he decides he'd better do as he's told.
Ellen 'helpfully' places her foot a few inches towards him!
Tied as he is the big naked dope is none too agile, so Rebekah gives his bare arse a helpful kick.
The blow does the trick and Callum's wet tongue reluctantly protrudes from his mouth. Ellen watches the naked wretch.
With the dirty floor scraping his naked body and his nipples on fire Callum does his best to clean the bitch's pointy shoes.
Wickedly she moves it away from him. He looks on desperately, beginning to realize that failure to satisfy them will mean more suffering.
He strains forward, inching towards her beautiful toe with his tongue.
But just as he gets to it, she moves her foot away.
Callum has to roll over until his face and tongue are almost right on the grimy floor in order to lick around the very edge of Ellen's shoe.
With his arms and legs straining against the ropes Callum is a picture of misery, slobbering over his mistress's foot.
What were once his most private parts are now thoroughly exposed for the girls to enjoy, toy with and torment as they think fit.
Next Callum is presented with Ellen's other foot.
"Lick it you lazy cunt!" snarls Rebekah.
With her own high heel she kicks the naked boy in the arse, sending him careering.
With his naked limbs painfully splayed from the pain of the kick, all Callum can do is cry out at the injustice of it. He's trying his best.
"Lick MY shoes now!" commands Rebekah.
Staring at her gorgeous foot, and using every muscle, Callum wriggles over to her.
He brings his face ever closer to her shoe, his wet tongue straining to make contact.
He tastes the exotic flavour of leather and dirt, feeling the warmth of her toes through the material.
He kisses passionately at her foot, hoping that it meets with her approval.
He falls awkwardly onto his back, looking up at his mistress. She enjoys the site of the naked slave at her feet.
"Now lick the other one, cunt." she laughs.
He looks down at her left foot and instinctively opens his wet hungry mouth.
The very tip of his tongue feels the texture of her shoe.
She offers the other foot again for worship. In his discomfort he closes his eyes, every part of his naked body is being tormented and humiliated for the sadists.
THUD! Ellen kicks him sharply in the side. In his stupidity he forgot he was neglecting his other mistress. This is a mistake he will pay for dearly.
Given how rubbish Callum is at licking their shoes clean the women think it's time to move onto more wicked games. This cocky young lad definitely deserves all the punishment these domineering women graciously give him.
"The ingratitude of this creature is appalling," Ellen declares.
"Men are worse than dogs. It takes them ages to learn anything," Rebekah says. "Let's accelerate his education."
Ellen holds his head firmly up wanting him to see everything they have in store for him.
Rebekah savours the look of fear on this dumb oaf's face.
She draws back the large sheet.
Callum is perplexed by the array of implements on show wondering what they all are, but instinctively fearing what they might do.
His heart pounds violently in his chest as he realizes how capable and clever these women really are. They've planned all of this and he's fallen right into their trap.
Rebekah's eyes gleam with excitement as she surveys the variety of toys.
The carefully selected array of restraints and torture instruments are enough to tame a full garage of mechanics, but they are all just for the trembling one they've captured.
Callum moans in fear and struggles in place, but Ellen holds him firm.
It's time this cretin realized who he's really dealing with so he can pay the proper respect to these clever women. Ellen decides to restrain him in a way so that they'll easily have total access to his naked body.
The ladies have restrained him to give just enough freedom for him to struggle, but enough so that he remains firmly in place for their perverse plans.
He recoils at the sight of the vicious looking metal rod with its dangling power cable, having no clue what the women intend to do with it.
He looks pleadingly at Ellen, equally awed and terrified by this woman's power.
He whips his head around wondering what she's doing behind him.
Ellen calmly puts the rod in place.
She gazes at his tight smooth arse, so tender and vulnerable.
His bottom already blushes pink, embarrassment written over this lad's entire body.
Feeling generous, Ellen rubs a little lubrication on the blunt metal end of the rod.
She rams it right up his tight hole though he bucks and resists against it.
He grinds his teeth together, the piercing pain sending a sensation of red hot agony up his entire body.
Callum is unable to move an inch without inadvertently pushing the rod further up his asshole.
With a great pain he feels it working itself deep inside him as he's made to reverse onto it.
"Sit back," Rebekah orders. It only takes a light push backward to make the instrument slide all the way up his rectum.
The women have ingeniously created this device so the victim can't move without fucking himself.
And for an added cruel measure, she turns on the mechanism so it relentlessly fucks him.
There is the sound of an angry buzzing whir.
Callum lets out a sharp cry of pain as he feels the device steadily plunging into his arse.
He twists and turns, grunting with the effort, but he's been restrained so well that he's unable to move an inch.
The women savour the sensation of his firm muscular naked body struggling under their tight grip. "Bounce on it fucker," Rebekah demands.
Too terrified to disobey he eases up and down on the blunt instrument causing the women to laugh wickedly.
The emotionless device pumps up and down, the pain becoming more acute with each thrust.
Callum feels like he can't stand another second, but he's terrified at what the consequences will be if he doesn't obey.
He moans and grunts awkwardly sliding up and down on the vicious machine.
His hole is gradually worked open from the relentless pounding, causing stirrings of pleasure he's never felt before.
Callum is moaning and thrusting down on the rod so much that Ellen decides to swiftly extract the device. His enjoyment is not part of the plan!
To Rebekah's great amusement, he moans tottering from side to side from the shock of being forcibly fucked. Men are so ridiculously easy to manipulate.
"I think he enjoyed that a little too much." Rebekah seizes his cock feeling how it's thickened and grown.
She works her nail into the tiny gap of his piss slit and wriggles her finger.
She plunges her tiny finger into the tight opening.
Gripping his cock with great power she thrusts it down as far as it'll go.
Callum feels a shock so great he can only drop his jaw in a silent scream.
"You've had it too easy creep," Rebekah sneers.
Ellen holds him confidently while Rebekah stares at the full length of his vulnerable naked body, his penis and balls hanging uselessly.
She swiftly kicks her strong slender leg so her shoe lands directly in his balls.
Callum shouts out. The pain is so sudden and acute that every muscle in his body seizes up.
His cock and balls flap around ridiculously from the power of the impact.
Rebekah quickly takes Ellen's place to give her a go at the dumb captive stud.
She thrusts her leg into his nuts with all her might.
The pointed sharp tip of her shoe digs right into his soft fleshy sack.
"Argh!" he shouts out and twists his body away nearly collapsing from the shocking pain.
Rebekah pinches his balls which she's made nice and tender.
He's panting and breathless, but the women are still entirely composed and just warming up. The table is still covered in unused equipment...
Still catching his breath from having his balls busted by the vicious women, Callum is granted no rest as the women initiate him further into their perverted practices. His muscles are strained and burning from struggling against his bindings, but seeing that the women are preparing something else brings back the fight in him.
"Whas that? Whatchu doin now?" he splutters in terror while Ellen holds him firm.
Rebekah picks up an innocent looking bucket.
Fearing that she might swing the metal bucket into his nuts Callum instinctively recoils.
"I don't know why you keep struggling," Ellen comments. "It's useless."
Rebekah ties the bucket tightly around his balls.
After the kicking he received from both of them his balls are incredibly sensitive.
Feeling the rope coiled around his fleshy sack makes his muscles seize up in pain.
The women grin seeing how he squirms in agony. Even the light weight of the bucket causes him intense pain after the beating he's received.
They leave him standing there naked and helpless, the bucket swinging slowly from side to side.
The women pick up a pair of ridiculous super-soakers, the type that Callum remembers from parties when he was younger.
"What's this? What are you on about now?" he says fearfully as the women pump them furiously and take aim.
Rebekah grins wickedly enjoying the anticipation of drawing an even more intense level of pain out of this whimpering mechanic.
With the first squirts of water landing in the bucket, Callum can feel the additional tug on his sensitive balls.
The bucket slowly fills pulling even harder on his privates.
In agony, Callum struggles to swing the bucket to the side to prevent them filling it up any more.
Quickly it fills almost half full dragging his nuts lower and sending shocks of pain up through his body.
The rope is straining and tugging. His testicles are so tightly compacted together and already bruised from the severe kicking.
Every second that ticks painfully by feels like an eternity as the pressure from the bucket is excruciating.
Rebekah is thrilled watching his face twist in pain and could keep this up for hours.
Enjoying making the naked idiot writhe in agony, Ellen squirts even more water into the bucket.
The pain to his battered and bruised nuts is reaching a screeching crescendo. He can't take anymore.
The rope yanks incredibly hard until Callum is convinced his balls will be pulled off.
Finally the weight becomes so much that the rope is pulled right off tugging his balls hard as it drops.
But with the release Callum can now feel the full throbbing pain left from the ingenious torture the women have conducted.
They continue squirting him relentlessly as he arches back in agony.
The women's piercing laughter rings in his ears as he feels the most incredibly acute pain in his genitals that he's ever felt in his life.
Water streams down his aching body and Callum is horrifically aware of his privates still dangling in the open.
Thoroughly weakened, he pants and tries to catch his breath. But the women allow him no relief and seize him for their next unspoken plan.
The women have tied Callum flat out on the floor so his entire naked body and genitals are fully displayed for them. He groans, uselessly tugging against his restraints.
The women step up to him admiring their handiwork proudly and delighted at the handsome naked man spread for their continued use.
He's incredibly conscious of them stepping so close to his exposed body with their sharp stiletto shoes.
Rebekah graciously takes Ellen's hand as she steps directly on the flattened man.
He breathes in sharply terrified at the weight his vulnerable unprotected body is about to take
She steps down his naked body trampling the useless piece of scum into the ground.
He writhes miserably on the filthy rug, his body aching terribly.
"He'd make an excellent doormat," Rebekah says gazing down at his naked body.
She steps directly on his chest so that the tough man feels like he's about to be crushed.
Expelling a grunt, he feels the full weight of her as she steps daintily down his narrow muscular frame.
She prods his cock and balls with the sharp heel of her black shoe. Callum shouts and yells, the pain becoming far too much.
She laughs seeing the trail of dirt and grime she's left streaked over his smooth handsome body.
Ellen is sick of his bellyaching and decides to use her ball gag on him.
Terrified that he won't be able to yell for help, he thrashes his head back and forth but Ellen secures the gag expertly in place.
Rebekah excitedly drills her heel further into his vulnerable naked body.
She's able to skin back his tight foreskin pressing down on his shaft leaving his pink sensitive head exposed.
She mercilessly crushes this beneath her soiled shoe, digging the stiletto into his battered testicles.
Callum continues to issue muffled groans and shouts of agony.
She holds his cock up and drills the heel straight into his sensitive, fluff-covered prick.
From the intense beating his body and especially his genitals have received, the sensation of this is incredibly acute.
She grinds it in so the foreskin folds back over and his glans shrinks back beneath it.
Callum shouts through the ball gag securely fastened around his head.
She holds his shaft securely screwing the heel down further.
"This is exactly what you deserve," she says authoritatively.
Callum's head tips back, dizzy with pain and fear. He feels he's been pushed over into a realm where pain is meaningless and this has given way to sensations he could never previously have imagined.
The mechanic continues to cry out and resist against the ropes binding him. But it's clear the women won't allow him to leave until they've satisfied their cravings - and no one is going to help him. Ellen and Rebekah tie him up in increasingly clever restraints for even sleazier sexual punishment.
Callum squeezes his eyes tight shut, thinking he must be having some sort of nightmare.
But then the women are there again surveying his naked body and it's all too real. His body is throbbing with pain from the thorough going over the women have already gave him.
Fearing more pain, he is utterly compliant now. Rebekah grins getting off on the look of utter submission on his face as he stares up at her.
"Care to start with this?" Ellen says offering out the riding crop.
Callum feels an agonizing tension not being able to see when more blows will come to him or how hard they will be.
The first swift stroke cracks against his arse making his body jolt up against his restraints.
The women enjoy seeing his dick and balls hanging out in the open so exposed and vulnerable.
Rebekah slams the end of her riding crop down onto his shaft making him wince.
He cries out, the muscles in his body straining to break free and protect himself.
The women are excited by his reaction making them want to go further.
They circle around him whipping him from all sides and catching him off guard.
Their cruel laughter rings in his ears as they do so.
After several swift smacks, Rebekah has lined his arse nicely.
Ellen teases his nipple with her crop, enjoying seeing him writhe at the acute pleasure/pain sensation.
Rebekah returns with a flogger and runs it over his naked body making Callum look up in fear.
Ellen lays into his arse again hitting him without restraint.
The women lash out ferociously beating the lad so he feels assaulted from all sides.
Callum cries in anguish, the stinging sensation sending waves of pain through his whole body.
Ellen gazes down at him with satisfaction, enlivened by a sense of triumph.
He thought he could get the better of them, but he's just a man!
The women have really warmed up now and want to really lay into his tender healthy flesh.
The elegant women display a fantastic amount of strength whipping him furiously.
Each blow hits the spot it was intended to, causing him maximum pain.
His arse is throbbing with the repeated beating. These marks will last for weeks.
Ellen examines his exposed hole feeling a burning need coming over her.
It's sore from when they screwed it with the machine before, but still tight from all the clenching of the arse Callum has done since then.
Ellen hefts her skirt up to reveal the strap-on she's been concealing underneath.
Rebekah lifts his head up so he can see exactly what will shortly be entering him.
"Please no! No!" he cries.
"You'll now know what it feels like to be screwed," Rebekah says.
Ellen lines the strap-on up against his arse which tightens.
She takes hold of his cheeks and effortlessly breaks down his resistance forcing it inside him.
She takes hold of him and begins fucking him vigorously.
"Argh!" he cries out at the pain, deeper than anything he could have imagined.
She lays into him, gripping his bare legs while Rebekah keeps his head up so he can see exactly what's happening to him.
Witnessing the women plowing into him makes this humiliation even more intense.
Ellen thrusts deep into him. Rebekah feels so turned on watching his arse being pried open she wants to join in.
Callum can barely believe his eyes as she unleashes her strap-on.
"We're going to spit-roast you like a pig," Rebekah promises.
She rubs the blunt object against his lips and orders him to open his mouth.
He wants to gag feeling it slide in.
Rebekah wants to face fuck him till the sucker chokes.
She thrusts it in and out of his mouth making him emit grunts and gurgles as he tries to resist.
Ellen feels hot watching him made to swallow it.
Rebekah smiles and nods stepping aside to let Ellen have a go.
"Keep your filthy mouth open," Rebekah orders so Ellen can slide it in.
He closes his lips around the object that was only seconds ago firmly lodged up his arse.
He can taste himself on it making him want to retch anew.
The women laugh hearing him moan in disgust.
She slides it in and out of his gob for a moment making him suck it clean.
"Taste it you dirty fuck," Ellen orders.
Then the women reposition him. With only the press of a button Rebekah sends him sailing up in the air, his naked body flailing about.
He feels the blood rush to his head as he's suspended upside down and becomes entirely disorientated.
All he sees are snatches of the women's wicked grins as he spins beneath them.
The heavy lashes of Rebekah's flogger slap against his bare back.
The women walk around him enjoying how his body hangs so deliciously. "Stop! Please let me go!" he pleads pathetically.
The women walk off, leaving him there apparently alone. He agonizes wondering whether they've finished and abandoned him here like this for someone to find...
After being subjected to kinds of sexual humiliation that Callum had never previously been able to imagine, the room spun and spiralled in his vision until he lost consciousness. The vicious bitches succeeded in drilling into him what a filthy worthless masculine creature he is. He understands his only purpose is to provide sexual satisfaction and pleasure for them with every fibre of his being.
Gradually Callum wakes up to find himself sat up. The tough ropes that had previously bound him have disappeared.
Rebekah and Ellen strut into the room talking casually as he regains consciousness, their soft feminine voices drifting into his ears.
"Not quite with it yet," Rebekah tuts.
She reaches round and slaps him hard across the face.
He feels the sharp shock of her hand against his bare cheek.
Ellen delivers him another smack.
His head snaps back from the blow in surprise.
There's an ache in every part of his body from being worked over by these women who violently rouse him, wanting to draw any last bit of fight out of him.
SMACK!
He shakes his head, feeling the brief touch of their humiliation in his whole body. He discovers he wants more.
He feels Ellen's arms curling around his bare chest, her feminine nails grazing the sensitive skin on his pecs.
She scrapes him making him jolt up, fully alert and aware of the strength of their presence.
Rebekah tilts his head up staring down at him possessively. He knows every inch of him belongs to these two women now.
She grasps his balls squeezing them tightly.
The women hungrily grab him and claw at his flesh. For this Callum feels privileged.
His cock tingles and his balls feel heavy with sperm.
"Wank for us," Ellen commands.
Immediately, Callum obeys taking his dick and stroking it while they stare down at him.
He feels them standing so close to him willing him on.
Rebekah trails her fingers over his skin staring down at his cock quickly rising as he strokes it vigorously with the last of his energy.
They are so warm and feminine and strong pressing against him.
His balls are churning and his dick rises to attention.
Ellen is incredibly excited seeing the man totally bending to her will, pleasuring himself like a dirty perv.
Rebekah is aroused and flushed with pride seeing his strong erection straining to please them as he beats it faster and faster.
He reaches orgasm suddenly, huge gobs of cum splashing out everywhere.
Drained and exhausted, Callum practically collapses against Rebekah's warm soft body.
Images of the ordeal the women put him through flip through his mind endlessly - their heels digging into his back, the stinging lashes they delivered to his fully naked body.
Rebekah turns his head to the crate showing him what they've finally planned for him.
Before he can say anything the women immediately silence him with a ball gag.
Callum moans, but doesn't resist. He's been completely drained of energy.
They roughly turn him over.
His firm smooth arse points up in the air having been warmed by their continuous beating.
Ellen picks up a buttplug staring at the pleasing sight of his beaten pink arse.
They spread his cheeks and plunge the thing into his hole.
Callum moans as the plug is lodged in his tight anal cavity.
He reaches out to steady himself against the crate. He feels so worn out like he's run a hundred marathons.
The women adjust his body so they can wrap him up tightly with the strong tape.
They expertly bind him, knowing exactly how to tie him so he won't be able to escape.
His dick and balls throb, completely drained.
The women look proudly at their work.
With thoughts of their punishment of him flipping through his mind, he wants to remain in their possession forever to be used and played with as they wish.
The women draw the crate closer, ready to pack him up and send him off.
He moans miserably as they pick up the hulking masculine mass of him and throw him in while laughing.
His body lands in the box with a thud, his bruised arse slamming against the bottom.
Ellen gives him a final stamp.
She laughs staring down at the ridiculous sight feeling fully satiated.
Callum tries to call out to them, longing for their firm touch and to smell the wonderful aroma of their womanly bodies.
The crate is sealed tightly.
The women leave feeling entirely fulfilled.
There's nothing but a cavernous silence in the empty warehouse. Callum curled up and bound is left to relive the memories of his precious time with the women.
