STORY:The Pain Dr. Soviet Screams pt.4, M/F,Pain,Graphic Torture
Donna Froemchen
All Pain Dr. stories contain pain, sadism,
violence, graphic torture, and bondage. If you do not wish to read this press n now. You have been warned.
Soviet Screams part 4
"Save your family", the Pain Dr. exorted the Physicist. The bound and terrified Dr. just stared at his naked and helpless daughter cry out in agony as the cruel electricity shocked her sensitive nippples and tender orifaces, while at the same
time stretching her young chest muscles beyond endurance."Please stop this", the Dr. cried out. "If I could tell you anything, don't you think I would"?
"You can and you will", the Pain Dr. assured him.
He walked over to the teen boy tightly strapped to the low table and motioned me over.
"This one is all yours", he said as he handed me a pair of thin latex surgical gloves, a tube of lubricating jelly, and a small tin of red pepper."Sit down in front of his penis and rub a generous amount of pepper onto it. After slipping into the tight f
itting gloves I made myself comfortable and poured about a teaspoon of the red powder into my hand. Starting with the head of his limp tool, I began to rub it in thoroughly. It quickly became erect and very stiff partly because of my stimulations and als
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due to the severe burning sensation he must have been feeling."Now use the lubricating jelly and begin masturbating him, but do not stop for anything, not even for a moment", the Pain Dr. instructed. Squeezing a glob in my hand I began stroking up and do
wn his shaft using different techniques I had
learned over the years. While I truly enjoyed this, I couldn't figure out what the torture was here. The Dr, seeing my puzzled expression just said, "remember,
too much of anything can be very painful". It didn't take more than about two minutes of my expert manipulations and he shot a huge load of creamy white cum all over his stomach. I just continued, not letting up on my hand movements for even a second as
he started squirming against his bonds, making sounds into his gag for me to stop. But I was just having to much fun and kept rubbing and rubbing, one hand always in motion even when I reapplied the pepper to maintain his erection or the jelly to provide
the proper lubrication. After another five minutes he came again, although not as much came out this time. Now he was really sensitive and fought hard against his bonds and screamed into his gag as I just continued to rub and caress his tool.
Meanwhile, the Pain Dr. went over to the woman bound in the iron chair. He lifted the cover off of the object by her side. It was a hibatchi style grill filled with coal which he ignited with a match.
He placed several tools into the flames as he once again asked the physicist to reconsider. The helpless Dr. gazed out over his family; his impaled daughter screaming and squirming, his son fighting against the straps as the forced masturbation became mo
re and more maddening, his young daughter waiting in terror on the X-frame as the shiny tools glistened in front of her, and now his wife, about to experience the pains of hell. The
Dr. just looked down and remained silent. "Have it your way", the Pain Dr. said. He continued watching as the flames burned down and the coals glowed with red hot intensity, while I rubbed and stroked non stop. Ten minutes later he shot another load and
his pleasure soon turned to muffled shrieks as I concentrated at caressing the most sensitive spots, using the palm of my hand against the head of his shaft. He screamed animal type screams into the gag as the leather straps creaked against the strain o
f his tugging. His eyes were wide and pleading, begging for me to stop.
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