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A BIG MISTAKE: \nchapter 2, A Run In The Country

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John, a college sophomore became smitten with Stacy, the\ncollege senior women’s star. Believing it would be the path to fulfilling his masochistic dreams, John offered to\nbecome Stacy slave. Once John moved in,\nshe immediately placed him in an arm binder and gagged him with a dildo\ngag. She informed him, ”This is how\nthings are going to be. The only way you get free, is, I release you, or you\ndie.

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*****

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After a joyous night getting herself off to three orgasms on\nJohn’s dildo gag and a fourth imaging the fun, she and her lover Delilah would\nhave busting John’s balls and dancing on his body in their stilettoes, Stacy\nforgot she had kicked John off the bed. \nShe woke refreshed and eager to get going. But as soon as she stepped out of bed, she touched\nJohn lying there. She quickly jumped up and\nstared at him. It was obvious by seeing\nhis tear-stained face, he had a tough night. \n“That’s his problem.” Stacy\nthought to herself. “What did he\nexpect? We were going to have nothing\nbut sex games?”

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She put on her robe and came back to give another kick.

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“Wake up!” She shouted and gave him another kick.

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Slowly, John got to his feet, but not fast enough to suit\nStacy. Grabbing him by the hair, she pulled him up moaning through the\ngag. Being five foot eight, John came up\nto Stacy’s neck.

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With a firm grip on John’s penis, she led him into the kitchen\nand attached a ring on his arm binder to a hook in the wall. Then she went about making coffee and a bowl\nof cereal for herself. She got John’s\nnutrient and filling a turkey baster with the gray liquid, she injected the\ncontents into his gag.

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After feeding herself and John, again holding him by his\npenis, she led him to the bathroom. \nUsing the pendent around her neck, she passed it over the bathroom door\nlock. It clicked and she pushed the door\nopen. They went in and the door, quietly\nswung closed behind them and locked.

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“I’m going to remove your arm binder and gag so you can wash.\nbrush your teeth and toilet yourself. I’ll\nbe here to make sure you do a thorough job. \nIf you have ideas of overpowering me and escaping, think again. I can overpower you in a heartbeat and break\nyour arms like they were toothpicks. Do\nas you are told, and I won’t have to hurt you.” \nTracy said in stern tones.

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“Also, removing your gag is not a license to speak. I hear one peep out of you, and I will punish\nyou very harshly.”

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With eyes cast down, John agreed.

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“Get in the shower, tout suit.” Stacy growled.

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When John emerged from the shower, he stood in front of\nStacy with eyes cast down.

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She placed a pair of solid handcuffs on his wrists, cuffing\nhis hands in front. Then took a\nfour-foot length of thin bungie cord, she tied one end tightly around the tip\nof his penis and the other end around the center portion of the cuffs. She drew the cord tightly, tightly as\npossible so there was no gap between the tip of John’s penis and the handcuffs. The purpose of the bungie cord was to absorb shocks\nand make sure there was no slack if John got an erection.

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Stacy tested the arrangement to see how much give there was\nby giving the handcuffs a hard tug. John\nwas pulled forward, losing his balance and almost falling.

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“Good.” Stacy\nsaid. “My lover and I are going for a ride\nthis afternoon. You will accompany us on\nfoot trying to keep up with us. We will\nbe going for a five-mile drive while you will be doing a five-mile run. I hope you are in shape. We will pull you along by your handcuffs, and\nwith your cock tied to the cuffs, you’ll have added inducement to keep up.

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“Also, I am not going to gag you for two reasons. My lover and I love to hear men scream from\npain we cause, and you will be doing some heavy breathing on your run.”

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By the time Delilah, Stacy’s lover, arrived, John was\nstanding in the middle of the room, a steel collar around his neck attached to a\npole running down from a hook in the ceiling. \nThe pole was set at a length that pressed down on John, forcing him to\nstand bow legged with legs three feet apart in a spreader bar.

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In her usual breezy manner, Delilah waltzed in, giving Stacy\na deep wet kiss.

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“And who do we have here? \nIs this the new toy?” Delilah said in a sing-song tone. “My dear he is gorgeous, and he has no mark\non him. I’ll take care of that.” She laughed as she stared into John’s eyes,\nand with a leather gloved, hand crush out her cigarette on his chest.

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John winced in pain and groaned.

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She smiled. “It’s OK,\ndarling. You can scream if you\nwant. We are going to punish you no\nmatter whether you do or don’t.”

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Turning to Stacy, Delilah asked, “Are we going to get a\nchance to trample this boy? I wore my\nextra sharp spikey heels today.”

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“No.” Stacy\nchuckled. “Since he will be trying to keep up with us, he\nis not in such good shape, and we may have to drag him part of the way. I don’t think it a good idea to bruise his\nchest before we start. Fear not my love,\nyou will have plenty of opportunity to try out your extra sharp heels later.”

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“But we are going to bust his balls.” Delilah laughed.

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“Fuck yea. Of course\nwe are!” Stacy responded laughing. What’s the point of having a man around if\nyou don’t bust his balls. You do him\nfrom the front, and I’ll work on him from the back, and then we switch. Is that, OK?

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Giggling, Delilah said that’s perfect.

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Delilah went first. \nThe fact that John’s penis hung in the way was no problem. Delilah saw that as an added bonus if his\ndick got pounded along with his balls. \nWhat difference did that make. It\nwasn’t hurting her.

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She kicked as hard as she could. The pole holding John in place made no\nallowance, and John’s body had to absorb all the force of the kick.

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When it came to Stacy’s turn, being an athlete in top\nphysical shape, she gave John’s balls a truly powerful kick. John’s mouth opened but nothing came out. He tried bending over into a fetal position,\nbut the pole and the spreader bar conspired against him, forcing him to remain\nfixed in position in the middle of the\nroom.

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Finally, you could hear John take in air. His face was bright red, and if it were not\nfor the spreader bar keeping his legs apart and the pole holding him upright,\nhe would have collapse.

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Delilah was laughing so hard, she had trouble catching her\nbreath. “My god girl, you can kick.”

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“Your turn.” Stacy\nresponded coolly.

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After each woman took 20 kicks, they switched. And after another round of kicking and\nlaughing, Stacy and Delilah went into the bedroom for some private fun while\nJohn had some alone time to further contemplate the mistake he made. His balls were swollen to twice their normal\nsize and were turning purple.

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An hour later, both women emerged from the bedroom giggling\nand flushed. Their eyes were sparkling\nand freshly made up and ready for an outing, wearing leather jodhpurs and\nspike-heeled calf-length black boots. \nStacy’s lips were painted a glistening plum color while Delilah’s were a\nbright orange color.

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Delilah went over to John, and putting her hand under his\nchin held up his face so his eyes were looking straight at hers.

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“Why so glum?” She\nasked as she smiled down at him.

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“Do your little nuts hurt?” \nShe chuckled. “Oh, what a shame. We could have made them hurt even more, but\nwe took pity on you. Cheer up, you are\ngoing for a nice walk in the woods. Get\nsome fresh air in your lungs.”

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In her four-inch heels, she was six inches taller than\nJohn. She bent down and pressed her lips\nagainst his forehead, leaving a bright orange imprint of her lips. With her thumb, she rubbed the spot to see if\nany of the lipstick came off. None did.

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Observing Delilah, Stacy came over and holding his face firmly\nin her hand, and bending down, placed her lips, first on John’s left cheek and\nthen turning his head, placed her lips on his right cheek. Then swiveling his head back, she gave each\ncheek a big lick with her tongue.

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Throughout, John squeezed his eyes closed and when he felt\nStacy’s tongue licking him, he tried pulling away, but her grip was too strong.

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Stacy laughed at his pathetic attempt to avoid her.

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“OK.” Stacy said. \n“Let’s mount up.”

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As she said this, she wound a one-inch diameter chain around\nJohn’s handcuffs and grasping the 10-foot chain, dragged John out to the\ndriveway where a Jeep Wrangler was parked. \nTaking the chain, she wrapped it around the bumper a couple of times and\nsecured it with a heavy pad lock.

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With John now secured to the Jeep, Stacy and Delilah climbed\nin and started the powerful engine. They\nboth looked back at John and saw the fear on his face. Turning to each other, they laughed. Stacy shifted the transmission into first\ngear and sliding a CD of their favorite music into the player, she turned the\nvolume on full. Off they went at five\nmiles per hour.

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The path wound through the estate in a 2.5-mile loop. It meandered through a pine forest and across\na stream and by a lake. The road was\nflat and smooth. John barely noticed the country flowing past\nhim. He was preoccupied with keeping up with\nthe constant tug forcing him to keep up with the women sitting enjoying the\nmusic and fresh air.

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Every now and then, Delilah looked back to see how John was\ndoing. “He’s breathing hard, and he’s\nsweating. I think he’s going to drop\nsoon.” Delilah reported.

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Stacy smiled. She was\ntempted to press down on the accelerator to send him flying off his feet. But she thought better of it. It would cause John serious injuries and\nwould wind up with him in the hospital for god who knows how long. That would deprive Delilah and her of the fun\nthey planned to have with John.

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After about three miles, John could go no further. But the women kept on going, now dragging\nJohn’s exhausted body back to the house.

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The women jumped out of the jeep, reinvigorated by the\ndrive. They walked back to John’s prostrate body. Stacy kicked him with the toe of her\nboot.

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“Get up!” She\nshouted. Grabbing him by the hair, she\nlifted his face toward hers. His eyes\nwere closed, and his face was expressionless.

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She unlocked the chain around his cuffs and dragged him to\nthe house. She threw him into the shower\nand turned on the cold water. Slowly, he came around.

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She examined his chest for bruises and cuts he suffered as a\nresult of being dragged behind the car. \nHe didn’t look too bad. She\napplied antibiotic cream to the cuts and pronounced that, “You’ll live.”

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“Go and pee.” She\ncommanded. “Then you’ll get your nutrient\nfor the day. Then, I’m going to chain\nyou up and heavily gag you for the next couple of days and store you in the\ntrunk in my bedroom.

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As Stacy said this, she took hold of the handcuffs--and with\nbroad strides, forcing John to run after her to keep up—went into the kitchen\nto feed him his nutrient with the same turkey baster she used for his morning\ndose.

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After feeding was\nfinished, she marched to the bedroom, where Delilah sat on the bed. Stacy gathered a waist chain and encircled\nJohn’s waist with it, locking it into place. \nStepping back a pace or two, she gave John’s left knee a swift kick with\nthe toe of her boot. John immediately\ngave a loud screech and fell to his left side.

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“Shut up!” Stacy shouted.

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She then gave his right knee a similar kick and John, again\ncried out and fell to his right.

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Stacy approached John and slapped his face as hard as she\ncould—and for a star volleyball player, that was very hard. A red blotch appeared on John’s cheek where\nStacy had struck him.

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Opening a dresser drawer, Stacy pulled out a pair of manacles\non a two-foot chain. Sliding one of the\nmanacles through the waist chain, and\nalready being on his knees, she locked it on to John’s left ankle. Then with the other manacle, she locked it on\nto his right ankle.

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Next, she pulled out a spider gag. While holding John’s nose, she forced the gag,\nwith some difficulty, into his mouth. But once in, she secured the straps\nbehind his head, and squeezed the bulb forcing air into the rubber bladder\ntucked in John’s mouth. As Stacy squeezed\nthe bulb, John’s cheeks expanded outward, and his moaning became more and more\nmuffled.

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“With cheeks all puffed out, he looks so cute. He looks like a squirrel with a mouth full of\nnuts.” Delilah laughed delightedly from\nthe bed.

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“Yea, I do like the look.” \nStacy acknowledged.

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“Now he goes in the trunk for a couple of days while we go\ncavorting around.” Stacy laughed.

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“Whoohoo.” Delilah\nchortled.

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