*** Nigerian Nightmare *** – Part 3

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*** Nigerian Nightmare *** – Part 3Baba and Daniel half-drowned me when they dumped me in abath of cold water and began cleaning me up with a handbroom and scrubbing brush.They forced my head under the water several times, andwhen I came up for air, they targeted my face with hotwater from the shower head.’I really like this one, Dan,’ said Baba. ‘He’s so-o-oweak and willing, and so-o-o pretty and bony.’I was clearly no match for their great strength, and theyknew it, so I just flounced about in the bath as they tookfull advantage of my ‘weak and willing’ body.’The doctor is gonna like him, too,’ said Daniel. ‘He’sgoing to torture him good.”Yes,’ Baba agreed. ‘Dr. Harper is bound to keep this oneon the bondage bench for a couple of days. He’s crazy likethat.’The words ‘torture’ and ‘crazy’ triggered an adrenalinrush that sent me in to a blind panic. I had nowhere togo, especially with Baba’s powerful hands holding me down,but still the urge to flee took over my body completely.’Hold on to him tight, Baba,’ Daniel barked. ‘The littlefucker doesn’t want to play nice anymore.”Silly boy,’ said Baba. ‘Mr. Teene’s bum-boys have no sayin when or where they go. They simply bend over and endurethe pain or pleasure.’Daniel slapped me hard across the face, which hurt likefuck.’Don’t play up, boy,’ he said. ‘Dr. Harper is one of ourbest clients; he’s firm but fair. So if he likes you, Mr.Teene won’t pimp you out to anyone else for a good longwhile.’It was then that I was hauled out of the bath and handed asmall towel. I only had a few minutes to dry off before myankles and wrists were bound tightly with duct tape.’Because of the bag,’ said Baba, ‘I don’t want to tape upyour mouth. So keep you trap shut during the ride acrosstown.”If you call out for help,’ Daniel added, ‘I’ll slice offyour nuts and throw you in the canal, got that?’I nodded my head as Baba left the bathroom to get ‘thebag’.* * *Everything went black when the sleeping bag was placedover my head and dropped to the floor, and then zipped upfully. With only my feet sticking out of the bag, the twoNigerians wrapped duct tape round the material covering mylower legs.I was then grabbed by one man and thrown over the shoulderof the other, before being carried out of the bungalow atbreakneck speed.I bumped around in the back of the van as it sped acrosstown. My boyfriend and I had been a*****ed by a bunch ofmodern-day slave traders, and Mr. Teene was going to pimpus out to men like Dr. Harper. We were now lost souls, andour fate was irrevocably sealed.Deep down, the fear of being fished out of a canal whenMr. canlı bahis şirketleri Teene’s clients had tired of me was being suppressedby the thought of all that hard, dominant sex. My cockbegan to twitch as Mr. Pain and Mr. Pleasure began toargue with Mr. Self-Preservation over who really had mybest interests at heart. Of course, any opportunity toescape would be seriously considered, but Mr. Fear had tobe absolutely sure I wouldn’t be risking my nuts if thingswent awry.I just couldn’t believe how ambivalent I was about thispotentially life-threatening situation: one minute, Iwould be terrified of being ****d and tortured, and thenpossibly killed by my a*****ors; another minute, I wouldbe really keen on submitting fully to my a*****ors, in thehope that they would release me as a reward – clearly mycock was ruling my head in the latter, lamebrain scenario.* * *A lot of metal and wooden door-banging occurred when thevan eventually came to a halt. I was unceremoniouslypulled from the vehicle and carried through a doorway,which left me with a painful bump to the head.Down a flight of stairs and two doorways later, I wasdumped on to a concrete floor.’Sorry the delivery is late, doctor,’ said Baba, ‘but Mr.Teene wanted to make sure you got the best of the bunchfirst. We rushed him over as fast as we could.”No problem, Baba,’ said Dr. Harper. ‘I have a patient onthe bench at the moment, and two more waiting their turnin the boxes back there. What’s this one called?”Crawler,’ Daniel replied. ‘Mr. Teene christened this oneCrawler.”Excellent,’ said Dr. Harper. ‘Let’s hope Crawler likesrubber bondage, breath control and electro torture; plusball-bashing and forced milking. The boy on the bondagebench has been wriggling about in that rubber sleep-sackfor almost an hour now. He so wants to cum, but I justcan’t get his testes to give up their seed. He must be sofrustrated.’All three men laughed as I was suddenly pulled to my feetand unzipped from the sleeping bag. I peered out throughhalf-open eyes as the lights in the room dazzled me for aminute or two.Dr. Harper’s lair was large and spacious, and lit with tworows of fluorescent lights. The brick walls were paintedwhite, as was the ceiling and flagstone floor, and theroom resembled a cellar that had been converted in to aclinical torture chamber.I wobbled and nearly lost my balance when Daniel droppedto his knees and hastily removed the tape securing thesleeping bag to my lower legs. He then freed me from thebag completely.Dr. Harper smiled as he looked me up and down. He was atall, muscular man, with canlı poker oyna an unsettling air of menace abouthim. I swallowed hard as I took in what he was wearing: afull set of theatre blues, as worn by surgeons, and a pairof white, mid-calf, rubber boots.Daniel squeezed my right arse-cheek as the bondage masterstared longingly at my cock and ball-sac.’You will call me Sir,’ he said. ‘I know the title is welloverused in these situations, but we do need to keep ourrelationship on a sound footing. I will call you Crawler,slave or slug, and promise to do my utmost to make yourstay here as uncomfortable as possible.’Daniel squeezed my arse-cheek again, as a prompt to answerthe man with respect.’Thank you, Sir,’ I said passively. ‘I will do my bestto…”Obey and suffer,’ Baba put in.’He’s a fine looking boy,’ said Dr. Harper to Baba. ‘I’msure I can turn him in to a well trained slave. He has”wimp” written all over him.”Do you want us to remove the duct tape and chain him tothe wall?’ Daniel asked.’Yes,’ the doctor replied. ‘He can stand and observe whata patient-cum-slave must endure to keep me amused.’The tape securing my ankles and wrists was swiftly, andpainfully, removed; and once free, I was frogmarched overto the nearest wall by Mr. Teene’s henchmen. My arms andlegs were then spread apart and restrained by manacles tofour ring-bolts anchored in the wall.I stood against the wall and shivered. My view of the roomwas now unrestricted – Baba and Daniel had stepped asideto admire their handiwork. Dr. Harper’s torture chamberwas more oblong than square, with three wooden, coffin-shaped boxes standing upright against the far wall. Theywere painted white and bolted to the brickwork.The long wall on my right was bedecked with all manner ofbondage and torture equipment. A row of leather hoods andstraps topped a row of riding crops, paddles and whips.All the above items were black in colour, as was the ropesand rubber tubes on the bottom row of the array.Four black latex suits hung in a line from the wall on myleft. The frogman-like suits looked quite menacing, asthey eerily watched over the bondage bench in the centreof the room.The sturdy wooden bench was black in colour and fittedwith an array of restraining rings. It was the size andshape of a large bed, and stood some three-feet off thefloor. The rubber sleep-sack, which held Dr. Harper’sfrustrated patient, lay centre stage, and was secured tothe bench by a dozen or more leather straps.The shiny black cocoon held its hapless captive in limbo,with only his hard-standing cock and hairless ball-sacexposed bahis siteleri to the light. Two small straps, with electricalwires attached, were wrapped around his genitals. Thewires ran off to an electrical control box, which bristledwith buttons, lights and switches.The patient’s head was enclosed in a tight-fitting leatherhood, with some kind of gas mask attached. A short, rubberbreathing tube protruded from the mask, which reinforcedthe impression in my mind that I was looking at a giantinsect, or shiny black alien.’Where did you find the bum-boy on the bench, Dr. Harper?’asked Daniel.’Oh, he and his two friends belong to Mr. Stringer,’ thedoctor replied. ‘They took the wrong pills at the wrongparty and were nabbed by the man himself. He spent a dayor so initiating them, and then asked me to train them fora couple of weeks.”Can we watch you bring the bum-boy off?’ asked Baba. ‘Wewon’t get in the way.”And you did say, last time, that an audience helps youget the best out of a slave,’ Daniel added.’True, true,’ said Dr. Harper. ‘You’ll have to strip offthough, just like last time.’I stood and watched the two Nigerians shed their clothesin double quick time – their coal-black bodies looked justas stark and sinister in the white room as the bench, thelatex suits and the array of torture equipment. The sightof their muscular bodies made my cock twitch – I so lovedthe look of all that raw fuck-power on display.The doctor and his two admirers walked over to the bondagebench. They gathered round the cocoon’s midsection, whichleft me with the view of two bare-arsed men and the bum-boy’s enclosed head and feet.The first groan I heard was swiftly followed by the sightof the bum-boy’s head jerking back and forth wildly, as ifit was on a spring, and his feet moving up and down insidethe sack at a rapid rate of knots.His muffled groans continued as he thrashed around withinthe confines of the sleep-sack. The zapper attached to hisgenitals was causing his body to twist and turn every fewminutes. The poor sod was trapped in his second skin andsuffering badly.All three men seemed delighted with the convulsions andsounds the bum-boy was making: he was certainly emittingsome strange noises as the doctor stimulated his cock tothe nth degree.After a good twenty minutes or so, Daniel moved aside toallow me to see the end of the doctor’s torturous edging.A muffled outburst of verbal abuse filled the room as thebum-boy’s cock released a torrent of creamy white spunk.The boy’s body continued to convulse as the doctor encour-aged his slave to, ‘keep it coming, boy. I need to seemore.’I stood and shuddered as I realized the zapper would beattached to my cock soon: I would be forced in to one ofthose rubber wetsuits, or a sleep-sack, and milked by thedoctor for hours on end. I looked down, and my traitorouscock was fully erect.The End

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