The White Box - Sex Stories

The White Box

... after layer of tape covered his hands. Once I was satisfied I retreated to the rear of the cellar for a bucket of water I’d left there earlier. I drenched Rolf awakening him in an instant. “How sweet—lovers right next to each other eagerly awaiting their torture. I’ll get you started first Rolf then I plan to change my clothes into something a bit warmer and more comfortable.” I held the white box in front of him. “You’re lucky—I plan to finish your balls and be rid of you by the weekend, but I’m not going to use this. I’m saving it for later when I call the police.” I began to cut his clothing from his body, destroying an expensive suit in the process. Unwilling to touch his revolting equipment I donned a pair of examination gloves, the same kind my doctor uses when he checks my prostate, sticking his finger up my ass. I wondered now if that would be necessary in the future. I left him naked and cold while I retired to my work bench. I’d make my own ball crushers, preserving the DNA in the box. Once the police had matched that to me and taken even the quickest peek at my bruised and destroyed sac they’d believe anything I told them. I made two plywood plates that I lined with brass tacks. I pressed his balls, somewhat smaller than mine had been, between the wooden sheets less than a minute later. I twisted the C-clamp until I felt resistance then I twisted it another three complete turns savoring the pain I had induced on my one-time tormenter; his screams of anguish filled ...

... the root cellar. “Don’t worry, Dana I haven’t forgotten about you.” I moved to her, carefully cutting the expensive designer gray woolen suit from her body. Her silk blouse, bra, and high-cut panties followed. I left her stockings on her legs for now. “Too bad you don’t have balls to torture, but that’s okay. I’ll just have to find something else. In fact, I think I have just the thing for you.” I opened a bag from Home Depot to reveal three medium-sized vise grips—all with needle-noses. Holding one in front of her face I teased and worried her nipple. Once hard I adjusted the vise grip and clamped it onto her tit. It hung from her breast as she screamed, matching the efforts of her lover. I soon attached another vise grip to her other nipple and shifted my attentions lower on her body. She really did have a wonderful body with decent sized tits over a slender body with flaring hips. I noticed today that she had shaved her pussy, something I had requested without success over the past few years. A few flicks to her clit brought no results, but that was okay. I pulled back on the hood to reveal the tiny bud. I clamped it tightly a moment later as her shrieks reached a still higher level. Slapping at the vise grips caused them to swing back and forth as they hung from her body, the jaws firmly biting into her tissues. Returning to Rolf I twisted the C-clamp again before taking my leave. “See you later; all this work has given me an appetite.” I laughed loudly as I left, locking ...