A torturess had her captive seated and tied atop a bucket of ice water. His balls were tied and stretched so that they were immersed in the ice water...to see how long he would last until her passed out, to be revived again and repeated. At one device, a nude man groaned and whimpered, he’d been made to sit bare assed on a chair whose seat was composed of dull wooden stakes. His weight made the stakes nearly protrude into his naked bottom. Two torturesses then periodically pulled him up, held. "There's more, Becky, isn't there? Won't you tell me the rest?"That was when she broke down and cried. I gave up with the first-aid. There wasn't a lot I could do about the bruising, anyway. I stood close and wrapped an arm round her shoulder and she turned and pressed her face against my midriff.At length she finished crying and pulled back a little. "I've always been an independent. Didn't see why I should give up money to a pimp. But this guy's moving in, threatening the girls. I've got to. As we approached the plaza just beyond the center of campus we could see that it was dark and that no one was around. She grabbed me by my arm and stopped me and said ‘Since my feet turn you on, show me something that will turn me on.” I said to her, “I like this game but what do you want to see?” “Show me your stomach” she said. I warned her that I didn’t have washboard like every other beef cake meet head on campus had and she said that that was what she was hoping for. I lifted my shirt just. They weren't fresh but they were big. I let her finish her meal then I grab her. She jumpped, surprised and I pulled out my dick and started to fuck her again. She cries again but as I fuck her I hear her moan a little. "your starting to like this huh you little slut" I said. I pull her hair as I fuck her. I then slow down and pull out. She relaxes, expecting it to be over, I shove it into her tight virgin ass. She screams as loud as I ever heard. My balls start swelling up. Near my climax she.