Isabel made a quick check on the twins' vital signs. The blood pressures were low. Must be from the nitroglycerine, she thought. Isabel expertly inserted intravenous catheters in each of the twins' right arms. She connected each IV to a liter bag of saline solution that hung from poles inserted in a corner socket of each bed. She let the fluid flow freely as she was worried they may develop shock from the activities she has planned for the day.
Both men had their eyes half open. Both men were half-dazed. They were still securely strapped in their gurneys. They did not bother to cover the men's bodies with a sheet. They were completely nude. Their genitals drooped between their slightly spread thighs.
Both men had their eyes half open. Both men were half-dazed. They were still securely strapped in their gurneys. They did not bother to cover the men's bodies with a sheet. They were completely nude. Their genitals drooped between their slightly spread thighs.
Amado's penis was completely flaccid and shrunk to a size the girls haven't seen before. His scrotum was uneven in size. The right was bulbous, like a blue tomato, the left one appeared intact.
Alejandro maintained a large erection. His penis flailed stiffly from side to side from its obscene 90 degrees whenever the gurney changed positions. His scrotum was beet red. Its contents appeared intact.
There was no regular security detail guarding the building. There were security cameras on the front door and back exit, but Isabel learned that a side stairwell had none.
They pushed the motorized gurneys towards the side entrance. The whole bed vibrated along the gravelly surface shaking the twins along the way. The vibration appears to have shaken some of the cobwebs in their heads.
Amado played possum and kept his eyes shut, only opening them every few seconds to gain his bearings. He saw his brother being pushed in a gurney ahead of him. It was daylight, early morning, and he could see grass and some trees.
He saw they were going into a building with a rust-colored metal door. Isabel was fumbling with the locks with a set of keys. The door finally opened, and he saw Cristina push in his brother into the building. He shut his eyes again and waited.
Isabel pushed his gurney into a dark hallway. Amado had no idea where they were. The air smelled of antiseptic. He drifted back to sleep. The last thing he heard was the clanging of metallic doors locked shut.
Isabel led Cristina through a maze of corridors. Each pushed a gurney. Sunshine filtered through glass windows providing light in the otherwise dark building. Isabel made one sharp left into a brightly lit hallway and stopped. To their left was a whole wall of glass with a view of a courtyard lined with brown grass and lifeless shrubs. A bank of elevators stood to their right.
Isabel pressed the down button. A distant whirring can be heard. There was the familiar hum of a lift approaching.
The elevator opened revealing a space that concerned Cristina.
"It can only take one gurney at a time," Isabel said. "I'll go first, press underground level 2. Turn right when you get off and look for the 'Treatment Room.'"
Isabel pushed Amado into the elevator feet first.
The elevator doors closed behind her. It felt like the slowest elevator in the world. She was shaking with excitement and rage. She felt raped. She felt toyed with. Together with Cristina, she planned to teach the twins that betrayal is rewarded with vengeance.
She stared at his nude form. He was beautiful. His long, lean, and muscular physique lay on the gurney. His belly was flat and covered with a treasure trail of dark pubic hair that directed her gaze to his large flaccid cock. She bit her lower lip in a mix of lust and anger.
She sidled from the head of the gurney and stood next to his hip. She thought she saw his eyes flicker.
"Are you awake?" Isabel whispered. She furrowed her eyebrows.
Amado was now fully aware but kept his eyes shut. His mind had cleared enough to realize that he and his brother were kidnapped by the women they were dating. The last thing her remembered was feeling sick after drinking coffee. Everything afterward was a blur.
His genitals felt numb and heavy. There was a pulsating ache, dull one second, sharp another, coming from his testicles.
He tried to focus and planned an escape.
He felt the elevator come to a stop. He heard a soft grunt from Isabel as she pushed the gurney off the elevator into a dim hallway. He opened his eyes way so slightly. They surely were in a medical facility. But it appeared abandoned. He passed 5 doors on his right and 6 on his left before the gurney stopped before double doors. A bright yellow and orange sign cautioned radioactive materials were within.
He saw Isabel press a few buttons on a wall keypad. The double doors opened out with a hissing sound.
She pushed the gurney into a ward with a few empty hospital beds. On one side was a row of plexiglass-covered cabinetry filled with medical devices and medications. On the farther end was another double door. "MRI," three large red letters were painted on top.
Isabel pushed the gurney along side the nearest bed. She was prepared. She came to the facility two days ago and moved two beds from the Labor and Delivery department into the Radiology treatment room. She positioned the obstetrics bed side-by-side. They each had stirrups and leather restraints. If everything goes as planned, she thought, by the end of this day, no other woman will be tricked by these two lowlifes.
"What's taking Cristina so long?" she muttered.
She rubbed Amado's sternum with her knuckles trying to elicit a response.
Amado grit his teeth and resisted opening his eyes.
Isabel wasn't convinced. She eyed a different target and grabbed his foreskin. She pulled on the loose skin, stretching his penis towards her. She stared at his shut eyes then started to pinch and twist his foreskin with her nails.
He felt a sharp pain run from the tip of his penis to its base. He softly grunted but still kept his eyes shut.
Isabel continued her assault on his foreskin. She dug her nails into the soft flesh. She kept looking at his eyes and waiting for them to open.
Amado made low guttural sounds but continued to play unconscious.
There was a soft click. Isabel freed his penis from her grasp. She broke a nail...and his skin. Her fingernails were bloodied. She inspected his penis with both hands spreading his prepuce open to assess the damage. She found her broken nail penetrating his skin. She pulled this out and saw a tiny hole on his skin that bled profusely.
Isabel was mortified by his penis breaking her nail and his blood messing her fingers.
"Puto!" she exclaimed. She made a tight fist with her right hand, aimed and punched him right in his testicles that hung loosely between his legs.
Amado screamed but surprisingly kept his eyes shut.
She aimed again, this time, hammering his swollen right testicle with her fist.
"Puto!"
Her fist made a loud splatting sound on contact. His right testicle was already double in size. Half of a needle that was deep within its meat shifted. The dull end threatened to break through the outer lining of his testicle.
His balls started to retract in defense. His left testicle pulled itself up as close to his pelvis as possible. The loose skin became tight. His right ball was too swollen to move. It plumped up to size of an orange. The taut skin was blue from the blood underneath.
One more time she aimed, making sure her bony knuckles hit their target. She punched his right ball with such accuracy she felt it change shape between her fist and his pelvis.
The needle in his right testicle punctured its tunic and through his taut scrotum. A tiny geyser of blood pumped where the needle broke through.
Amado shook and attempted to get up. His restraints held him fast.
"Aaargh!" he finally opened is eyes but this time he truly passed out from the pain.
Isabel felt the sharp sting of the needle on her fist. She inspected his bleeding scrotum and saw the shiny needle, about 5 millimeters jutting out of his bloody skin. She touch the tip with her forefinger and wiggled it. She felt that it was still lodged in his right testicle.
"What did Cristina do?" she smiled.
Convinced that Amado was unconscious, she released his bindings. She expertly transferred Amado from the gurney to the obstetrics bed.
She noticed urine dribbling from his penis.
Somehow, this added to her irritation. She was finding all of men's bodily functions disgusting.
She was prepared. A small procedure table was nearby. There were boxes of medical implements, gadget, and medications on top. She grabbed a small tube of lube and a plastic bag containing a foley catheter.
She grabbed his penis by the shaft with her left hand. With her right, she pushed his swollen foreskin down with some difficulty, revealing his glans. She unscrewed the tube of lube and pushed its opening into the meatus of his penis. She squeezed and emptied the content of the entire tube into his penis.
She threw the tube away and grabbed the rubber catheter with her right hand. She held his penis by its head with her left. She deftly inserted the catheter into the opening. The catheter was quite thick, she made sure. She chose the largest thickest one.
The lube ensured the ease of inserting the whole length of the catheter through his urethra into his bladder. She stopped pushing it in when only the most distal end was hanging out of his penis. She picked a syringe filled with water and injected its contents into a port. This inflated a balloon around the portion of the catheter inside his bladder, anchoring it in place. She tugged on the catheter, pulling it away from him until she found resistance.
Urine gushed out from the catheter. She couldn't find the collection bag. She grabbed a metallic forceps and clamped the end of the catheter, stopping the flow of urine. She taped the catheter onto his left thigh.
"Where did I set the urine bag?" she asked herself.
She turned her back to Amado for a minute. That was when the power went out. She turned around and Amado was on his feet and grabbed her by her neck.
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Cristina waited for the elevator to return. She glanced at Alejandro and felt a twinge of regret. She fell in love with the man...Amado/Alejandro. Perhaps its not too late, she thought.
Isabel was the leader of their group of two. She laid out the plans to drug the men, kidnap them, and bringing them here to torture.
Cristina only wanted to tell the difference between the twins. It appears their ideas of punishment differed in severity.
Isabel wanted to maim them, perhaps with castration, or penectomy.
Cristina, however, suggested something less bloody. She wanted to beat them up, kick them in the balls, or breaking some bones.
"Cristina."
A weak voice startled her. She gasped when she saw Alejandro awake.
"Please help me," he begged. "I hurt so much."
Cristina stared into his eyes and felt his pain.
She unbuckled his wrist and arm restraints.
He yelled in pain as she was removing restraints from his left arm.
"I think it's dislocated," she said.
The elevator door opened. He tried to get up but restraints on his thighs and legs prevented him from doing so.
"Give me a second," she said.
Cristina will put an end to this. She will talk to Isabel, release the guys, ask for their forgiveness, and get back to their normal lives again.
"Let me take you down so we can look after your injuries. Isabel can help you," she said.
Alejandro did not argue and laid back on the gurney.
Cristina pulled him feet first into the elevator, pressing lower level 2 on her way in.
She then worked on freeing his thighs and legs.
Alejandro laid still with his eyes shut. His penis was still engorged and stiff. It pointed towards his belly button. His balls were retracted. There was an odor of stool from when he defecated from the pain.
After the last of his bindings were removed, he opened his eyes and stared into hers. Cristina smiled. Alejandro had a grimaced look.
He flexed his right thigh up to his chest then kicked Cristina as hard as he can.
His foot made contact with Cristina's chest. She was thrown back and slammed against the back wall of the elevator. She fell. Her head collided with the hard edge of the gurney on her way down. This knocked her out.
Alejandro sat up. The elevator opened into a dark hallway. He immediately pressed 2. The doors closed and the elevator shuddered upwards. He pulled out his IV.
He stared at her prone body. He was aware all this time. He knew he was drugged. He knew both Isabel was part of this. And the pain, he remembered.
He still had an ache from his erect member. He had never seen his penis this huge. It was purple and veiny. It vibrated in anger.
The elevator door opened. He pushed the gurney out onto the landing. He then lifted Cristina with great ease and dropped her body onto the gurney. The power went out. The elevator door was left open.
His penis sent waves of pain with his every movement. It was so swollen, it threatened to burst.
He has to relieve it.
He looked over Cristina's motionless body. He unbuckled her belt bag and tossed it away. He took off her tennis shoes. He unbuttoned her trousers and pulled this off of her. She was wearing white cotton underwear. This fueled Alejandro's growing lust.
He pulled her by her ankles until her bottom was nearly hanging out of the gurney. She spread her legs apart, pushed them forward, raising her ankles over his shoulder and rested upon them.
He didn't bother to pull her panties off. He pulled the fabric by the crotch towards one side revealing her plump pinkish labia. She was hairless. She shaved her pubic hair regularly.
He spread the cheeks of her vagina with his left hand. He inserted one finger in her and found her a little too dry to his liking. He gathered phlegm in his mouth then spit into her opening.
His right hand guided his penis into her vagina. His spittle provided little lubrication but this did not deter him. He bucked his hip forward. The entire length of his large penis disappeared in an instant with one forceful thrust.
Cristina woke up with stabbing pain in her bowels. She opened her eyes and saw Alejandro towering over her. His eyes were shut. His face was dripping with sweat. He was vigorously pumping into her.
She felt her vaginal wall tearing from his aggression. His penis went in and out of her like a piston. This was not lovemaking. This was ugly and rape.
It went on. Alejandro continued his assault for minutes longer than his usual. His swollen penis was too numb to reach climax.
He looked down and saw blood. This time it came from her.
Cristina started to cry and begged him to stop. He growled at her.
"Fuck you!" And he did.
She reached up for his face. She found his eyes an scratched. He screamed from the sudden pain and tears blurring his vision.
His hips stopped pumping but his penis was still in her. She reached out again. Alejandro blocked her hands with his painful left arm. He made a fist with his right and punched her belly.
The pain was exquisite. She started to choke on bile. Her arms dropped to her sides. Her body immediately went limp.
Through this, he was still in her. His penis continued to impale her.
He resumed his pumping. It was after 15 minutes when he felt the build up. He bucked his hips faster. He was starting to fatigue. He was drenched in sweat. He was on the verge of climax.
Cristina opened her eyes. Her vagina was painful. She could feel his shaft deep in her bowels. She felt powerless. How can she beat a man who is so much stronger than she could ever be?
The hallway was silent except the sound of his balls slapping against her groin.
He had his eyes shut. She saw the familiar look when he was about to come. He had his mouth partly open. He breathing came short and deep. She felt his penis in her. She felt his testicles slamming her bottom. Her ankles were up in the air, hooked on his shoulders.
She remembered all her lessons. There is one weakness that all women should exploit. There is one large weakness.
She reached down between her legs. Between his thrusts, she was able to grab hold of his balls. She waited for when he was most vulnerable.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" signaled his climax. His whole body tensed, pulled his penis out, and jerked this off with his right had. He came on her belly.
Cristina went into action. He had his left testicle in her right hand and the right in her left. They were heavy and fat. She squeezed pulled down as hard as she can.
Alejandro's climax was immediately ruined by the building pressure in his balls. He squealed like a pig and grabbed Cristina's wrists. He tried to pry her grip off his testicles.
This only made it worse as she started twisting his balls in different directions. He tried to pull away but her grip would not allow it. His penis was still stiff and flopped up and down, spraying few droplets of come all over.
"AAAAAAA!" he screamed in pain.
Cristina felt his globes inside her hands change in shape and start to flatten. Alejandro started coughing. He changed tactics and made a fist with his right hand.
She saw his intent. She flexed both her knees towards her chest then kicked up before he could punch her. Her heels caught him under his chin. It was violent. His head snapped taking his whole body backwards. He lost his footing and started to fall back. Everything happened in slow motion. She still had him by his balls. His weight pulled her up to a sitting position.
He was too heavy and his balls were too sweaty and slippery. She lost her grip. He continued to fall. She reached out and was able to grab onto the base of his penis with her right hand. She quickly wrapped her left hand onto his shaft. She pulled and refused to let go. His penis was stretched to its new limit. It was even more purple.
His weight pulled Cristina up on her seat. She went down with him as he fell on his buttocks. She had his penis in her deadly grip all the way down. He had his right arm outstretched to break his fall but he still hit the floor with the back of his head. He was immediately dazed.
"Aiiieeee!" Alejandro screamed in a high-pitched voice.
She landed on her feet straddling his hips. She readjusted her grip around his penis. She started to stand up, pulling his member with her. She wanted to pull it out of its root.
Alejandro attempted to grab at her. His right hand wouldn't respond. He saw bone sticking out from his right wrist. His left arm was in severe spasm. He was rendered helpless.
He lifted his buttocks up to relieve the pain in his penis. He tried to get up but could only support his upper body with his elbows.
Cristina recognized her advantage. She made another adjustment with her hands. She gathered his balls with her right hand, pulling them up and out, stretching his bag. Once she had this firm grip, her left hand grabbed the base of his penis and squeezed.
She planted her feet firmly on the floor and pulled backwards. He screamed in pain. He had no choice but to scoot where she pulled. He crawled on his back, his feet and elbows on the ground, thighs and buttocks up in the air, and his genitals pulled towards the stairwell.
Cristina was delirious with anger, fear, and pain. She needed to restrain him. This was the first time she felt threatened. She has never been physically hurt before. She was fearful this strong and muscular man who with one punch paralyzed her. She did not want to lose her advantage and was scared that if she let go of his penis, he would be able to overwhelm her.She did not notice his broken wrist or his immobile arm.
She made two steps backwards, pulled on his penis, and leaned back. He followed her direction. She did this over and over until she reached her goal.
He wailed each time she pulled on his penis. He was half-conscious from the pain.
The distal half of his penis was swollen and was the color of bruise. The base where she held him was pale. There was pinkish fluid dripping from the tip of his penis...semen streaked with blood. It oozed out each time she tugged on his shaft.
The floor was smeared with sweat from his back, blood from his broken wrist, and feces that dripped from his bottom. His elbows were bloodied from the friction.
She was next to the stairwell. An upended lamp was on the floor. She wanted the electrical cord to bind him. It was a few feet off to her right, just out of her reach. She was too tired to pull him further. She needed to let her grip go to get the cord.
She squatted between his knees. His penis was still in her grip, his buttocks were about 6 inches from the floor, his feet were firmly planted, his knees were wide apart. His head rested on the concrete floor. His arms lay useless on his side.
His eyes were open and had a long and blank stare. He's out, she thought, but for good measure, she quickly straightened her legs and forcefully pulled on his penis. He emitted a soft croaking sound. She released his penis.
His buttocks slammed onto the floor with a loud slap. Bodily fluids sprayed outwards from his behind. His legs straightened out and jerked involuntarily upwards. Cristina's good reflex caught each of his ankles in her arms.
She stood there, a petite woman, between his legs, holding onto his ankles, over a powerful man, now rendered helpless.
Alejandro was starting to get his wits about. He groaned and started to flex his legs.
Cristina felt his power coming back. She would not allow this. She eyed her targets. She spread her arms wide and pushed his ankles up and out. His genitals flopped between his thighs. His penis was still erect, mostly from swelling and blood, lay flat on his belly. His balls were bright red and dangled on the crack of his buttocks.
She pushed his ankles further forward. His hips flexed upwards lifting his buttocks from the floor. His balls were directly beneath her.
He knew he was in a vulnerable position. He tried to move his arms to cover his genitals with his hands. But it was too painful.
"Please, Cristina, enough! I am sorry, I love you!" he pleaded with fear.
She felt in control. She flexed her right knee, her thigh touching her chest, her foot directly over his loosely hanging balls. She aimed carefully...
"Aiiieee!" Alejandro shrieked.
Cristina stomped his balls under her heel. She felt his two orbs flatten then bounce back in shape on contact.
She changed tactics. She reared her right leg back and aimed. His balls roiled in his scrotum. He was flapping his arms trying to grab onto his aching testicles.
She kicked as fast as lightning, hitting his balls square on with the bridge of her foot. Her contact made a loud and wet slapping noise.
"Aiiieee!" He was now wiggling. He tried to force his legs down but did not have enough power to do so. The pain was incredible. It travelled from his groin, up to bladder, and inside his belly button.
She reared her foot again. This time she was going to use the balls of her foot to ruin this powerful man's balls.
She aimed at his left testicle that was hanging lower as it rested between his butt cheeks. The right testicle was higher up, almost retracted close to his pelvis.
She kicked again. But it did not go quite as planned. Her big toe hit his left testicle at its very center. A soft squishing sound was followed by a scream from Alejandro.
"Did I pop his testicle?" she thought.
With his ankles still in her hands, she looked down and started to giggle. She managed to kick his left testicle, the whole orb and its scrotum, and had it lodged between his butt cheeks!
She giggled like a little girl and another thought came into her head.
She used all her weight and pushed his legs forwards forcing them flex his hips and bend his knees.
He was in too much pain to resist.
She had him in right where she wanted, on his back, and knees touching his chest in a fetal position. She quickly turned around, straddled him, jumped slightly, and her buttocks landing on him.
The force of her weight took the breath from him.
She sat on the back of his thighs facing his bottom. Her weight prevented him from straightening his legs. His knees were up to his chin. His lower legs angled upwards.
She had a great view of his genitals. His penis was wedged between his thighs. His balls were in a strange position. His right scrotum appeared retracted. She carefully inspected his right testicle. The scrotum was boggy. She felt his orb and gave this a rough squeeze with her thumb and forefinger.
Alejandro groaned and wiggled.
"Quit wiggling!" she commanded. She made a fist and punched his right testicle.
He squeaked but stopped moving. He was fearful to disobey.
She spread his hairy butt cheeks apart and appreciated her handiwork. The force of her kicked managed to wedge his left testicle nearly up into his rectum.
She was too excited to notice the stench of his dirt.
She rubbed his left testicle with her finger tips. It was still intact! "What a disappointment!"
She spread his buttocks wider. His left testicle popped out from its wedged position. The scrotum started to retract.
She found her target. His anal sphincter came into view. She quickly grabbed his left testicle and stretched his already loose scrotum downwards towards his anus. She knows he has the extra skin for her plan. On a good warm day, he has seen his testicles droop to the middle of his thighs.
She positioned his left testicle just on top of his anal opening. With a deep breath, she used both hands, bent forward with all her weight, and pushed his left ball into his rectum.
His sphincter spasmed slightly, resisting her intrusion. His large ball also made her job difficult.
She used both her thumbs and pushed on the meat of his testicle. She was able to get it halfway in. She then raised her right fist like a hammer and repeatedly slammed on to his testicle, trying to jam it in.
He emitted soft croaking sounds each time she made contact.
One final hit. He released a wet fart.
"Yay!" she yelled. She managed to stuff his left testicle, ball and scrotum, into his rectum. His right testicle dangled between his cheeks. His tumescent penis, dragged by his scrotum, angled upwards, and was now pointing towards the ceiling.
Alejandro fainted.
Cristina slowly got up, allowing his unconscious body to fall on its side.
She ran towards the lamp and quickly dismantled the cord off of it.
She looked back at his battered body. His muscles glistened with his sweat. He had blood splattered on his back, his buttocks, his calves. He lay on his left. His knees were still curled in a semi-fetal position. She could see his large right ball dangling behind his clamped thighs. His anus was obscene, stuffed with his left scrotum.
She does need to restrain him any longer. She has proven to be stronger. She needs to put a leash on him, instead, and drag him to join his brother.
Suddenly, she agreed with Isabel's form of punishment.
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Isabel is close to passing out. Amado has her in a choke hold with both his hands. He has lifted her to her toe tips and slammed her onto the nearest wall.
She tried to scratch herself free, but he managed to evade her attacks.
She was seeing spots and felt her arms go numb. In one desperate move she grabbed for his balls. Amado anticipated this pushed his bottom away from her reach.
He still had the catheter in his bladder. His hip movement pulled the tape that fixed it to his thigh. The clamp swung backwards between his legs, bringing his long and limp penis with it. Then it swung forward like a pendulum, the weight of the metallic forceps arcing up onto to her open right hand.
She closed her fist around the instrument, instantly realizing her last chance. She tugged on it as far back as her arm will allow it. She felt the catheter resist further tugging. The inner balloon has anchored it inside his bladder.
Amado felt a sharp pain run up his urethra. He quickly looked down and saw his penis stretched out pointing towards her grasp. He recognized the catheter impaled into his penis. He bucked his hips left and right in a feeble attempt to dislodge the instrument.
Isabel continued to pull on the catheter. She was pulling on it like a rein.
He growled at her..."Let it go, puta! Stop it!"
He felt a building pressure from inside his lower belly. He felt his penis was being turned inside out. He continued to swing his hips but she held onto the catheter steadfast.
The pain has caused him to weaken his hold.
One forceful jerk made him release his choke hold. His hands immediately went to his penis. He held onto his shaft with both hands, unable to know how to stop the pain.
Isabel fell on her knees but managed to keep the forceps in her hand. She saw Amado's hulking figure over her. He had his eyes shut in pain. His hands covered his genitals for protection.
She looked around and saw the fire extinguisher on the floor. It was too heavy for her to lift!
Amado has recovered from the pain. He opened his eyes and menacingly moved towards her.
She aimed the extinguisher's nozzle towards his face and squeezed.
White powdery foam jetted out from the nozzle and hit him directly in his eyes, nose, and mouth. He was instantly blinded and started choking.
He fell on one knee and started rubbing his eyes and face to clear his vision.
Isabel saw an opportunity. His penis was stretched and dangled by the weight of the catheter and the forceps. His balls were retracted close to his body.
She quickly grabbed the forceps, pulled it upwards, lifting his penis up, exposing his large balls. She reared her right leg backwards then snapped it forward with all her might. She aimed for the pelvic bone above his scrotum.
The bridge of her foot made contact. A loud 'thwack' was followed by his deep voice, "Owowowow."
Before he can grab his balls, she kicked him again with so much force, he was lifted by an inch from his kneeling position, fell back, hitting his head on the floor.
Isabel stood over his muscular body. He was unconscious. His face was covered with a thick layer of white powder. Blood seeped on the floor where his scalp must have lacerated. His muscular chest heaved up and down as if he was struggling to breath. His penis lay on his belly pointing towards the side where the forceps landed. His legs were spread-eagled. His large balls rested close to his body. His scrotum remained retracted. Blood streamed from his sac and formed a puddle between his legs.
She ran towards the electronic medical cabinet and pressed some buttons. She grabbed a few vials of midazolam.
She ran quickly to his side and found the IV catheter was still in his arm. She aspirated 5 milligrams of the midazolam and injected it directly through his IV.
He breathing became sonorous. She rolled his body one side, pulled on his wrists towards his back and tied them securely with restraints.
She ran towards a closet and pulled out a hoyer lift. She rolled his body onto a sling. She then hooked the sling onto the mechanical lift. With a push of a button, the machine whirred and lifted Amado off the floor. She pushed the crane-like device next to an obstetrics bed. She lowered his body onto it then released it from the lift.
His naked body was on the bed. His tied wrists were under his body. She pulled on his ankles towards the edge of the bed with stirrups. She stopped once his buttocks were just slightly hanging from the edge of the bed. She lifted one leg and rested this on one stirrup. She did the same to the opposite leg.
She adjusted the stirrups, spreading them as widely apart as possible. She gathered several leather restraints and secured his thighs, calves, and ankles onto the stirrups. She secured his entire torso with a vest restraint.
She sat and waited for Cristina to join the fun.
Power hummed. Bright lights came back on. The back up generator finally kicked in.
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Cristina decided she liked his left testicle inside his rectum. He literally fucked himself. Alejandro was starting to wake up.
She grabbed hold of his knees and spread them apart exposing his penis and right testicle. She formed a noose with the thick electric cord. She grabbed his swollen penis and threaded it through the noose. She pushed the noose all the way to the base of his penis then tightened it. To make sure it doesn't pull free, she looped the cord around the base of his shaft 3 times and made a tight knot. The cord was long enough that she still had about 6 feet which she can use as her leash.
She was able to retrieve her belt bag and fished out a scalpel from it.
His penis now started to engorge. He felt a heavy ache coming from it. He started to wail like a banshee.
"Aaawwwrrr!" his left arm pulled weakly on the cord.
"Stop that!" She commanded. She pulled on the leash stretching his penis between his folded legs.
"Keep fighting and I will cut it off!" she raised the scalpel over his genitals.
Alejandro quit fighting. His eyes widened in fear. Tears dripped from them.
She stood up and pulled on the leash.
"Get up!" she tugged on his penis.
He struggled to get up. His arms were useless but due to fear and pain, he managed to do so.
He towered over her. His nude muscular body was a sight to behold next to her wispy figure. Especially, she literally has her life in her hands. She stood a few feet away, the cord in her hands, keeping tension on his swollen penis.
"You and I will agree to work together. You do as I tell you, and I won't hurt you!" she barked.
Alejandro was too much in pain to answer.
This irritated her. She reared her right leg, pulled on the electric cord, forcing him to walk towards her. She raised her leg and slammed her knee into to his groin.
He jumped three feet in the air and landed on his knees. He grabbed onto his aching balls with his left hand. His broken right hand flapped side to side. The jump freed his trapped left testicle from his rectum. The plug was released, out came dark thick reddish brown fluid from his anus.
She was disgusted by this. She pulled on the cord again forcing him to stand on his feet.
She then led him towards the elevator. The power has kicked in. The elevator door closed. She was fearless. She could never hurt her again.
She made it to the treatment room and knocked on the door.
Isabel let her in and was proud of what she saw.
Cristina saw Amado's trussed up body and was equally proud.
They guided the delirious Alejandro towards an empty obstetrics bed.
They were able to stretch him out without resistance. Cristina removed the leash around his penis.
"Are you ready to see how deep their similarities get?" Isabel asked.
"Wait!, Can we get a scan on them?" Cristina asked.
Isabel thought of protesting because she didn't want to move two heavy and muscular men around. But this piqued her interest. She wondered if they're similar through and through.
With much maneuvering and plenty of midazolams, they were able to finally get a CT scan of the twins.
Isabel led Cristina through a maze of corridors. Each pushed a gurney. Sunshine filtered through glass windows providing light in the otherwise dark building. Isabel made one sharp left into a brightly lit hallway and stopped. To their left was a whole wall of glass with a view of a courtyard lined with brown grass and lifeless shrubs. A bank of elevators stood to their right.
Isabel pressed the down button. A distant whirring can be heard. There was the familiar hum of a lift approaching.
The elevator opened revealing a space that concerned Cristina.
"It can only take one gurney at a time," Isabel said. "I'll go first, press underground level 2. Turn right when you get off and look for the 'Treatment Room.'"
Isabel pushed Amado into the elevator feet first.
The elevator doors closed behind her. It felt like the slowest elevator in the world. She was shaking with excitement and rage. She felt raped. She felt toyed with. Together with Cristina, she planned to teach the twins that betrayal is rewarded with vengeance.
She stared at his nude form. He was beautiful. His long, lean, and muscular physique lay on the gurney. His belly was flat and covered with a treasure trail of dark pubic hair that directed her gaze to his large flaccid cock. She bit her lower lip in a mix of lust and anger.
She sidled from the head of the gurney and stood next to his hip. She thought she saw his eyes flicker.
"Are you awake?" Isabel whispered. She furrowed her eyebrows.
Amado was now fully aware but kept his eyes shut. His mind had cleared enough to realize that he and his brother were kidnapped by the women they were dating. The last thing her remembered was feeling sick after drinking coffee. Everything afterward was a blur.
His genitals felt numb and heavy. There was a pulsating ache, dull one second, sharp another, coming from his testicles.
He tried to focus and planned an escape.
He felt the elevator come to a stop. He heard a soft grunt from Isabel as she pushed the gurney off the elevator into a dim hallway. He opened his eyes way so slightly. They surely were in a medical facility. But it appeared abandoned. He passed 5 doors on his right and 6 on his left before the gurney stopped before double doors. A bright yellow and orange sign cautioned radioactive materials were within.
He saw Isabel press a few buttons on a wall keypad. The double doors opened out with a hissing sound.
She pushed the gurney into a ward with a few empty hospital beds. On one side was a row of plexiglass-covered cabinetry filled with medical devices and medications. On the farther end was another double door. "MRI," three large red letters were painted on top.
Isabel pushed the gurney along side the nearest bed. She was prepared. She came to the facility two days ago and moved two beds from the Labor and Delivery department into the Radiology treatment room. She positioned the obstetrics bed side-by-side. They each had stirrups and leather restraints. If everything goes as planned, she thought, by the end of this day, no other woman will be tricked by these two lowlifes.
"What's taking Cristina so long?" she muttered.
She rubbed Amado's sternum with her knuckles trying to elicit a response.
Amado grit his teeth and resisted opening his eyes.
Isabel wasn't convinced. She eyed a different target and grabbed his foreskin. She pulled on the loose skin, stretching his penis towards her. She stared at his shut eyes then started to pinch and twist his foreskin with her nails.
He felt a sharp pain run from the tip of his penis to its base. He softly grunted but still kept his eyes shut.
Isabel continued her assault on his foreskin. She dug her nails into the soft flesh. She kept looking at his eyes and waiting for them to open.
Amado made low guttural sounds but continued to play unconscious.
There was a soft click. Isabel freed his penis from her grasp. She broke a nail...and his skin. Her fingernails were bloodied. She inspected his penis with both hands spreading his prepuce open to assess the damage. She found her broken nail penetrating his skin. She pulled this out and saw a tiny hole on his skin that bled profusely.
Isabel was mortified by his penis breaking her nail and his blood messing her fingers.
"Puto!" she exclaimed. She made a tight fist with her right hand, aimed and punched him right in his testicles that hung loosely between his legs.
Amado screamed but surprisingly kept his eyes shut.
She aimed again, this time, hammering his swollen right testicle with her fist.
"Puto!"
Her fist made a loud splatting sound on contact. His right testicle was already double in size. Half of a needle that was deep within its meat shifted. The dull end threatened to break through the outer lining of his testicle.
His balls started to retract in defense. His left testicle pulled itself up as close to his pelvis as possible. The loose skin became tight. His right ball was too swollen to move. It plumped up to size of an orange. The taut skin was blue from the blood underneath.
One more time she aimed, making sure her bony knuckles hit their target. She punched his right ball with such accuracy she felt it change shape between her fist and his pelvis.
The needle in his right testicle punctured its tunic and through his taut scrotum. A tiny geyser of blood pumped where the needle broke through.
Amado shook and attempted to get up. His restraints held him fast.
"Aaargh!" he finally opened is eyes but this time he truly passed out from the pain.
Isabel felt the sharp sting of the needle on her fist. She inspected his bleeding scrotum and saw the shiny needle, about 5 millimeters jutting out of his bloody skin. She touch the tip with her forefinger and wiggled it. She felt that it was still lodged in his right testicle.
"What did Cristina do?" she smiled.
Convinced that Amado was unconscious, she released his bindings. She expertly transferred Amado from the gurney to the obstetrics bed.
She noticed urine dribbling from his penis.
Somehow, this added to her irritation. She was finding all of men's bodily functions disgusting.
She was prepared. A small procedure table was nearby. There were boxes of medical implements, gadget, and medications on top. She grabbed a small tube of lube and a plastic bag containing a foley catheter.
She grabbed his penis by the shaft with her left hand. With her right, she pushed his swollen foreskin down with some difficulty, revealing his glans. She unscrewed the tube of lube and pushed its opening into the meatus of his penis. She squeezed and emptied the content of the entire tube into his penis.
She threw the tube away and grabbed the rubber catheter with her right hand. She held his penis by its head with her left. She deftly inserted the catheter into the opening. The catheter was quite thick, she made sure. She chose the largest thickest one.
The lube ensured the ease of inserting the whole length of the catheter through his urethra into his bladder. She stopped pushing it in when only the most distal end was hanging out of his penis. She picked a syringe filled with water and injected its contents into a port. This inflated a balloon around the portion of the catheter inside his bladder, anchoring it in place. She tugged on the catheter, pulling it away from him until she found resistance.
Urine gushed out from the catheter. She couldn't find the collection bag. She grabbed a metallic forceps and clamped the end of the catheter, stopping the flow of urine. She taped the catheter onto his left thigh.
"Where did I set the urine bag?" she asked herself.
She turned her back to Amado for a minute. That was when the power went out. She turned around and Amado was on his feet and grabbed her by her neck.
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Cristina waited for the elevator to return. She glanced at Alejandro and felt a twinge of regret. She fell in love with the man...Amado/Alejandro. Perhaps its not too late, she thought.
Isabel was the leader of their group of two. She laid out the plans to drug the men, kidnap them, and bringing them here to torture.
Cristina only wanted to tell the difference between the twins. It appears their ideas of punishment differed in severity.
Isabel wanted to maim them, perhaps with castration, or penectomy.
Cristina, however, suggested something less bloody. She wanted to beat them up, kick them in the balls, or breaking some bones.
"Cristina."
A weak voice startled her. She gasped when she saw Alejandro awake.
"Please help me," he begged. "I hurt so much."
Cristina stared into his eyes and felt his pain.
She unbuckled his wrist and arm restraints.
He yelled in pain as she was removing restraints from his left arm.
"I think it's dislocated," she said.
The elevator door opened. He tried to get up but restraints on his thighs and legs prevented him from doing so.
"Give me a second," she said.
Cristina will put an end to this. She will talk to Isabel, release the guys, ask for their forgiveness, and get back to their normal lives again.
"Let me take you down so we can look after your injuries. Isabel can help you," she said.
Alejandro did not argue and laid back on the gurney.
Cristina pulled him feet first into the elevator, pressing lower level 2 on her way in.
She then worked on freeing his thighs and legs.
Alejandro laid still with his eyes shut. His penis was still engorged and stiff. It pointed towards his belly button. His balls were retracted. There was an odor of stool from when he defecated from the pain.
After the last of his bindings were removed, he opened his eyes and stared into hers. Cristina smiled. Alejandro had a grimaced look.
He flexed his right thigh up to his chest then kicked Cristina as hard as he can.
His foot made contact with Cristina's chest. She was thrown back and slammed against the back wall of the elevator. She fell. Her head collided with the hard edge of the gurney on her way down. This knocked her out.
Alejandro sat up. The elevator opened into a dark hallway. He immediately pressed 2. The doors closed and the elevator shuddered upwards. He pulled out his IV.
He stared at her prone body. He was aware all this time. He knew he was drugged. He knew both Isabel was part of this. And the pain, he remembered.
He still had an ache from his erect member. He had never seen his penis this huge. It was purple and veiny. It vibrated in anger.
The elevator door opened. He pushed the gurney out onto the landing. He then lifted Cristina with great ease and dropped her body onto the gurney. The power went out. The elevator door was left open.
His penis sent waves of pain with his every movement. It was so swollen, it threatened to burst.
He has to relieve it.
He looked over Cristina's motionless body. He unbuckled her belt bag and tossed it away. He took off her tennis shoes. He unbuttoned her trousers and pulled this off of her. She was wearing white cotton underwear. This fueled Alejandro's growing lust.
He pulled her by her ankles until her bottom was nearly hanging out of the gurney. She spread her legs apart, pushed them forward, raising her ankles over his shoulder and rested upon them.
He didn't bother to pull her panties off. He pulled the fabric by the crotch towards one side revealing her plump pinkish labia. She was hairless. She shaved her pubic hair regularly.
He spread the cheeks of her vagina with his left hand. He inserted one finger in her and found her a little too dry to his liking. He gathered phlegm in his mouth then spit into her opening.
His right hand guided his penis into her vagina. His spittle provided little lubrication but this did not deter him. He bucked his hip forward. The entire length of his large penis disappeared in an instant with one forceful thrust.
Cristina woke up with stabbing pain in her bowels. She opened her eyes and saw Alejandro towering over her. His eyes were shut. His face was dripping with sweat. He was vigorously pumping into her.
She felt her vaginal wall tearing from his aggression. His penis went in and out of her like a piston. This was not lovemaking. This was ugly and rape.
It went on. Alejandro continued his assault for minutes longer than his usual. His swollen penis was too numb to reach climax.
He looked down and saw blood. This time it came from her.
Cristina started to cry and begged him to stop. He growled at her.
"Fuck you!" And he did.
She reached up for his face. She found his eyes an scratched. He screamed from the sudden pain and tears blurring his vision.
His hips stopped pumping but his penis was still in her. She reached out again. Alejandro blocked her hands with his painful left arm. He made a fist with his right and punched her belly.
The pain was exquisite. She started to choke on bile. Her arms dropped to her sides. Her body immediately went limp.
Through this, he was still in her. His penis continued to impale her.
He resumed his pumping. It was after 15 minutes when he felt the build up. He bucked his hips faster. He was starting to fatigue. He was drenched in sweat. He was on the verge of climax.
Cristina opened her eyes. Her vagina was painful. She could feel his shaft deep in her bowels. She felt powerless. How can she beat a man who is so much stronger than she could ever be?
The hallway was silent except the sound of his balls slapping against her groin.
He had his eyes shut. She saw the familiar look when he was about to come. He had his mouth partly open. He breathing came short and deep. She felt his penis in her. She felt his testicles slamming her bottom. Her ankles were up in the air, hooked on his shoulders.
She remembered all her lessons. There is one weakness that all women should exploit. There is one large weakness.
She reached down between her legs. Between his thrusts, she was able to grab hold of his balls. She waited for when he was most vulnerable.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" signaled his climax. His whole body tensed, pulled his penis out, and jerked this off with his right had. He came on her belly.
Cristina went into action. He had his left testicle in her right hand and the right in her left. They were heavy and fat. She squeezed pulled down as hard as she can.
Alejandro's climax was immediately ruined by the building pressure in his balls. He squealed like a pig and grabbed Cristina's wrists. He tried to pry her grip off his testicles.
This only made it worse as she started twisting his balls in different directions. He tried to pull away but her grip would not allow it. His penis was still stiff and flopped up and down, spraying few droplets of come all over.
"AAAAAAA!" he screamed in pain.
Cristina felt his globes inside her hands change in shape and start to flatten. Alejandro started coughing. He changed tactics and made a fist with his right hand.
She saw his intent. She flexed both her knees towards her chest then kicked up before he could punch her. Her heels caught him under his chin. It was violent. His head snapped taking his whole body backwards. He lost his footing and started to fall back. Everything happened in slow motion. She still had him by his balls. His weight pulled her up to a sitting position.
He was too heavy and his balls were too sweaty and slippery. She lost her grip. He continued to fall. She reached out and was able to grab onto the base of his penis with her right hand. She quickly wrapped her left hand onto his shaft. She pulled and refused to let go. His penis was stretched to its new limit. It was even more purple.
His weight pulled Cristina up on her seat. She went down with him as he fell on his buttocks. She had his penis in her deadly grip all the way down. He had his right arm outstretched to break his fall but he still hit the floor with the back of his head. He was immediately dazed.
"Aiiieeee!" Alejandro screamed in a high-pitched voice.
She landed on her feet straddling his hips. She readjusted her grip around his penis. She started to stand up, pulling his member with her. She wanted to pull it out of its root.
Alejandro attempted to grab at her. His right hand wouldn't respond. He saw bone sticking out from his right wrist. His left arm was in severe spasm. He was rendered helpless.
He lifted his buttocks up to relieve the pain in his penis. He tried to get up but could only support his upper body with his elbows.
Cristina recognized her advantage. She made another adjustment with her hands. She gathered his balls with her right hand, pulling them up and out, stretching his bag. Once she had this firm grip, her left hand grabbed the base of his penis and squeezed.
She planted her feet firmly on the floor and pulled backwards. He screamed in pain. He had no choice but to scoot where she pulled. He crawled on his back, his feet and elbows on the ground, thighs and buttocks up in the air, and his genitals pulled towards the stairwell.
Cristina was delirious with anger, fear, and pain. She needed to restrain him. This was the first time she felt threatened. She has never been physically hurt before. She was fearful this strong and muscular man who with one punch paralyzed her. She did not want to lose her advantage and was scared that if she let go of his penis, he would be able to overwhelm her.She did not notice his broken wrist or his immobile arm.
She made two steps backwards, pulled on his penis, and leaned back. He followed her direction. She did this over and over until she reached her goal.
He wailed each time she pulled on his penis. He was half-conscious from the pain.
The distal half of his penis was swollen and was the color of bruise. The base where she held him was pale. There was pinkish fluid dripping from the tip of his penis...semen streaked with blood. It oozed out each time she tugged on his shaft.
The floor was smeared with sweat from his back, blood from his broken wrist, and feces that dripped from his bottom. His elbows were bloodied from the friction.
She was next to the stairwell. An upended lamp was on the floor. She wanted the electrical cord to bind him. It was a few feet off to her right, just out of her reach. She was too tired to pull him further. She needed to let her grip go to get the cord.
She squatted between his knees. His penis was still in her grip, his buttocks were about 6 inches from the floor, his feet were firmly planted, his knees were wide apart. His head rested on the concrete floor. His arms lay useless on his side.
His eyes were open and had a long and blank stare. He's out, she thought, but for good measure, she quickly straightened her legs and forcefully pulled on his penis. He emitted a soft croaking sound. She released his penis.
His buttocks slammed onto the floor with a loud slap. Bodily fluids sprayed outwards from his behind. His legs straightened out and jerked involuntarily upwards. Cristina's good reflex caught each of his ankles in her arms.
She stood there, a petite woman, between his legs, holding onto his ankles, over a powerful man, now rendered helpless.
Alejandro was starting to get his wits about. He groaned and started to flex his legs.
Cristina felt his power coming back. She would not allow this. She eyed her targets. She spread her arms wide and pushed his ankles up and out. His genitals flopped between his thighs. His penis was still erect, mostly from swelling and blood, lay flat on his belly. His balls were bright red and dangled on the crack of his buttocks.
She pushed his ankles further forward. His hips flexed upwards lifting his buttocks from the floor. His balls were directly beneath her.
He knew he was in a vulnerable position. He tried to move his arms to cover his genitals with his hands. But it was too painful.
"Please, Cristina, enough! I am sorry, I love you!" he pleaded with fear.
She felt in control. She flexed her right knee, her thigh touching her chest, her foot directly over his loosely hanging balls. She aimed carefully...
"Aiiieee!" Alejandro shrieked.
Cristina stomped his balls under her heel. She felt his two orbs flatten then bounce back in shape on contact.
She changed tactics. She reared her right leg back and aimed. His balls roiled in his scrotum. He was flapping his arms trying to grab onto his aching testicles.
She kicked as fast as lightning, hitting his balls square on with the bridge of her foot. Her contact made a loud and wet slapping noise.
"Aiiieee!" He was now wiggling. He tried to force his legs down but did not have enough power to do so. The pain was incredible. It travelled from his groin, up to bladder, and inside his belly button.
She reared her foot again. This time she was going to use the balls of her foot to ruin this powerful man's balls.
She aimed at his left testicle that was hanging lower as it rested between his butt cheeks. The right testicle was higher up, almost retracted close to his pelvis.
She kicked again. But it did not go quite as planned. Her big toe hit his left testicle at its very center. A soft squishing sound was followed by a scream from Alejandro.
"Did I pop his testicle?" she thought.
With his ankles still in her hands, she looked down and started to giggle. She managed to kick his left testicle, the whole orb and its scrotum, and had it lodged between his butt cheeks!
She giggled like a little girl and another thought came into her head.
She used all her weight and pushed his legs forwards forcing them flex his hips and bend his knees.
He was in too much pain to resist.
She had him in right where she wanted, on his back, and knees touching his chest in a fetal position. She quickly turned around, straddled him, jumped slightly, and her buttocks landing on him.
The force of her weight took the breath from him.
She sat on the back of his thighs facing his bottom. Her weight prevented him from straightening his legs. His knees were up to his chin. His lower legs angled upwards.
She had a great view of his genitals. His penis was wedged between his thighs. His balls were in a strange position. His right scrotum appeared retracted. She carefully inspected his right testicle. The scrotum was boggy. She felt his orb and gave this a rough squeeze with her thumb and forefinger.
Alejandro groaned and wiggled.
"Quit wiggling!" she commanded. She made a fist and punched his right testicle.
He squeaked but stopped moving. He was fearful to disobey.
She spread his hairy butt cheeks apart and appreciated her handiwork. The force of her kicked managed to wedge his left testicle nearly up into his rectum.
She was too excited to notice the stench of his dirt.
She rubbed his left testicle with her finger tips. It was still intact! "What a disappointment!"
She spread his buttocks wider. His left testicle popped out from its wedged position. The scrotum started to retract.
She found her target. His anal sphincter came into view. She quickly grabbed his left testicle and stretched his already loose scrotum downwards towards his anus. She knows he has the extra skin for her plan. On a good warm day, he has seen his testicles droop to the middle of his thighs.
She positioned his left testicle just on top of his anal opening. With a deep breath, she used both hands, bent forward with all her weight, and pushed his left ball into his rectum.
His sphincter spasmed slightly, resisting her intrusion. His large ball also made her job difficult.
She used both her thumbs and pushed on the meat of his testicle. She was able to get it halfway in. She then raised her right fist like a hammer and repeatedly slammed on to his testicle, trying to jam it in.
He emitted soft croaking sounds each time she made contact.
One final hit. He released a wet fart.
"Yay!" she yelled. She managed to stuff his left testicle, ball and scrotum, into his rectum. His right testicle dangled between his cheeks. His tumescent penis, dragged by his scrotum, angled upwards, and was now pointing towards the ceiling.
Alejandro fainted.
Cristina slowly got up, allowing his unconscious body to fall on its side.
She ran towards the lamp and quickly dismantled the cord off of it.
She looked back at his battered body. His muscles glistened with his sweat. He had blood splattered on his back, his buttocks, his calves. He lay on his left. His knees were still curled in a semi-fetal position. She could see his large right ball dangling behind his clamped thighs. His anus was obscene, stuffed with his left scrotum.
She does need to restrain him any longer. She has proven to be stronger. She needs to put a leash on him, instead, and drag him to join his brother.
Suddenly, she agreed with Isabel's form of punishment.
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Isabel is close to passing out. Amado has her in a choke hold with both his hands. He has lifted her to her toe tips and slammed her onto the nearest wall.
She tried to scratch herself free, but he managed to evade her attacks.
She was seeing spots and felt her arms go numb. In one desperate move she grabbed for his balls. Amado anticipated this pushed his bottom away from her reach.
He still had the catheter in his bladder. His hip movement pulled the tape that fixed it to his thigh. The clamp swung backwards between his legs, bringing his long and limp penis with it. Then it swung forward like a pendulum, the weight of the metallic forceps arcing up onto to her open right hand.
She closed her fist around the instrument, instantly realizing her last chance. She tugged on it as far back as her arm will allow it. She felt the catheter resist further tugging. The inner balloon has anchored it inside his bladder.
Amado felt a sharp pain run up his urethra. He quickly looked down and saw his penis stretched out pointing towards her grasp. He recognized the catheter impaled into his penis. He bucked his hips left and right in a feeble attempt to dislodge the instrument.
Isabel continued to pull on the catheter. She was pulling on it like a rein.
He growled at her..."Let it go, puta! Stop it!"
He felt a building pressure from inside his lower belly. He felt his penis was being turned inside out. He continued to swing his hips but she held onto the catheter steadfast.
The pain has caused him to weaken his hold.
One forceful jerk made him release his choke hold. His hands immediately went to his penis. He held onto his shaft with both hands, unable to know how to stop the pain.
Isabel fell on her knees but managed to keep the forceps in her hand. She saw Amado's hulking figure over her. He had his eyes shut in pain. His hands covered his genitals for protection.
She looked around and saw the fire extinguisher on the floor. It was too heavy for her to lift!
Amado has recovered from the pain. He opened his eyes and menacingly moved towards her.
She aimed the extinguisher's nozzle towards his face and squeezed.
White powdery foam jetted out from the nozzle and hit him directly in his eyes, nose, and mouth. He was instantly blinded and started choking.
He fell on one knee and started rubbing his eyes and face to clear his vision.
Isabel saw an opportunity. His penis was stretched and dangled by the weight of the catheter and the forceps. His balls were retracted close to his body.
She quickly grabbed the forceps, pulled it upwards, lifting his penis up, exposing his large balls. She reared her right leg backwards then snapped it forward with all her might. She aimed for the pelvic bone above his scrotum.
The bridge of her foot made contact. A loud 'thwack' was followed by his deep voice, "Owowowow."
Before he can grab his balls, she kicked him again with so much force, he was lifted by an inch from his kneeling position, fell back, hitting his head on the floor.
Isabel stood over his muscular body. He was unconscious. His face was covered with a thick layer of white powder. Blood seeped on the floor where his scalp must have lacerated. His muscular chest heaved up and down as if he was struggling to breath. His penis lay on his belly pointing towards the side where the forceps landed. His legs were spread-eagled. His large balls rested close to his body. His scrotum remained retracted. Blood streamed from his sac and formed a puddle between his legs.
She ran towards the electronic medical cabinet and pressed some buttons. She grabbed a few vials of midazolam.
She ran quickly to his side and found the IV catheter was still in his arm. She aspirated 5 milligrams of the midazolam and injected it directly through his IV.
He breathing became sonorous. She rolled his body one side, pulled on his wrists towards his back and tied them securely with restraints.
She ran towards a closet and pulled out a hoyer lift. She rolled his body onto a sling. She then hooked the sling onto the mechanical lift. With a push of a button, the machine whirred and lifted Amado off the floor. She pushed the crane-like device next to an obstetrics bed. She lowered his body onto it then released it from the lift.
His naked body was on the bed. His tied wrists were under his body. She pulled on his ankles towards the edge of the bed with stirrups. She stopped once his buttocks were just slightly hanging from the edge of the bed. She lifted one leg and rested this on one stirrup. She did the same to the opposite leg.
She adjusted the stirrups, spreading them as widely apart as possible. She gathered several leather restraints and secured his thighs, calves, and ankles onto the stirrups. She secured his entire torso with a vest restraint.
She sat and waited for Cristina to join the fun.
Power hummed. Bright lights came back on. The back up generator finally kicked in.
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Cristina decided she liked his left testicle inside his rectum. He literally fucked himself. Alejandro was starting to wake up.
She grabbed hold of his knees and spread them apart exposing his penis and right testicle. She formed a noose with the thick electric cord. She grabbed his swollen penis and threaded it through the noose. She pushed the noose all the way to the base of his penis then tightened it. To make sure it doesn't pull free, she looped the cord around the base of his shaft 3 times and made a tight knot. The cord was long enough that she still had about 6 feet which she can use as her leash.
She was able to retrieve her belt bag and fished out a scalpel from it.
His penis now started to engorge. He felt a heavy ache coming from it. He started to wail like a banshee.
"Aaawwwrrr!" his left arm pulled weakly on the cord.
"Stop that!" She commanded. She pulled on the leash stretching his penis between his folded legs.
"Keep fighting and I will cut it off!" she raised the scalpel over his genitals.
Alejandro quit fighting. His eyes widened in fear. Tears dripped from them.
She stood up and pulled on the leash.
"Get up!" she tugged on his penis.
He struggled to get up. His arms were useless but due to fear and pain, he managed to do so.
He towered over her. His nude muscular body was a sight to behold next to her wispy figure. Especially, she literally has her life in her hands. She stood a few feet away, the cord in her hands, keeping tension on his swollen penis.
"You and I will agree to work together. You do as I tell you, and I won't hurt you!" she barked.
Alejandro was too much in pain to answer.
This irritated her. She reared her right leg, pulled on the electric cord, forcing him to walk towards her. She raised her leg and slammed her knee into to his groin.
He jumped three feet in the air and landed on his knees. He grabbed onto his aching balls with his left hand. His broken right hand flapped side to side. The jump freed his trapped left testicle from his rectum. The plug was released, out came dark thick reddish brown fluid from his anus.
She was disgusted by this. She pulled on the cord again forcing him to stand on his feet.
She then led him towards the elevator. The power has kicked in. The elevator door closed. She was fearless. She could never hurt her again.
She made it to the treatment room and knocked on the door.
Isabel let her in and was proud of what she saw.
Cristina saw Amado's trussed up body and was equally proud.
They guided the delirious Alejandro towards an empty obstetrics bed.
They were able to stretch him out without resistance. Cristina removed the leash around his penis.
"Are you ready to see how deep their similarities get?" Isabel asked.
"Wait!, Can we get a scan on them?" Cristina asked.
Isabel thought of protesting because she didn't want to move two heavy and muscular men around. But this piqued her interest. She wondered if they're similar through and through.
With much maneuvering and plenty of midazolams, they were able to finally get a CT scan of the twins.
Amado
Alejandro
They were nearly identical except that Amado's testicles were more swollen and Alejandro's penis appears to be dented in the middle.
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It took about two hours to get through the scan business. The girls now have both men trussed up with their legs in stirrups. Amado had his wrists secured underneath his body. Alejandro's arms were to useless and hung limply on his sides. They were awake but drugged enough so they can barely move.
They moved their beds side by side. Each girl taking her position between their legs which were splayed wide open.
Cristina picked to torture Alejandro. Isabel picked Amado.
They flipped a coin again for the other decision.
Their genitals were completely dissimilar. Amado's penis appeared intact with barely a bruise, However, his testicles were battered. His right scrotum has swollen to the size of a purple grapefruit.
Alejandro's testicle appeared intact. They hung loosely between his legs. His penis, however, has a grotesque shape, it was bent where it fractured at the base, turning abruptly right, then bent to the left halfway up his shaft where another fracture must have occurred.
Each had a foley catheter inserted through their penis.
Isabel opened an anatomy book for guidance.
Cristina worked on Alejandro. She pulled on his penis by the glans and pulled it downwards between his balls. The shaft had bruises in different spots.
Alejandro let out a soft sedated growl.
Behind her, she heard Amado do the same thing.
She heard Isabel yell, but Cristina was too focused to stop.
She started at the base of the penis. Her sharp blade punctured his skin. Blood oozed out freely. She penetrated his dick by a few millimeters. She continued this incision along the dorsum of his shaft right in the middle. She cut a straight line from the base of his penis to his glans. When she reached his foreskin, she grabbed a pair of scissors and cut circumferentially, doing her first circumcision. Blood dripped profusely onto a bucket waiting below.
Alejandro was now screaming in pain. He commanded his arms to protect his genitals, but they simply would not move. His legs were strapped and weakened, he simply could not clamp them shut.
Cristina held his foreskin up with both hands and spread it out. It felt like soft leather. She dropped it in a basin of saline. She could make a great coin purse out of that.
His penis now had an incision right down the middle. She used tissue forceps to grab onto a piece of the incised skin at he base of his penis, pulled this away, and started to cut away the underlying connective tissue. She slowly peeled his dick like a banana!
Alejandro started to vomit blood. He bit his own tongue when he grit his teeth. He started to convulse.
This didn't deter Cristina. She finally was able to remove all of his dick's skin, revealing a bloody shaft underneath. His penis hung limp, 9 inches long, towards the floor.
The penis skin was softer. She unfurled it on a table next to her and admired her handiwork. This will definitely be part of quilt, or the start of a jacket.
She grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol to clean her bloodied gloves. She looked over and decided to pour the whole bottle on his skin penis.
Alejandro started shaking. The bed swayed from side to side. The burning pain was incredible. He lost control of his bowels. Mercifully, he lost consciousness.
She has always wanted to see the inside of a penis. She picked up her scalpel again and made a deeper incision, this time poking the needle through the opening, and slowly slicing upward, outwards. The glans of his penis gave little resistance. Blood pulsated from his member. She continued her incision, slicing his penis midline from the tip down to the base, filleting it open, exposing the foley catheter in his damage urethra.
She made not attempts in stemming the flow of blood.
He was covered in cold sweat. He squeaked and cried and choked out her name.
She took out her iPhone and took pictures.
Alejandro won the coin toss. He gets the penectomy.
Cristina held on to the tip of his penis and pulled down. She then lifted the catheter and placed the collecting bag on his belly. She wanted to avoid cutting the catheter.
She made the surgery complete. Starting at the underside of his penis, at the base, she sawed around its circumference. Thirty seconds later, his member fell in the bucket with a dull thud. She fished for it and pulled it up to see closely.
She has done her first (she decide this will be her first of many) penectomy. His shaft was sliced in the middle like a butterflied steak. She placed it in a jar of saline.
She turned around to check on Isabel's craft.
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At the same time, Isabel started on her work. Amado won the toss for castration. He will lose his testicles today.
She taped his large penis on his belly to get it out of the way.
Amado groaned in fear.
She made sure he felt this so he only gave him a small dose of a sedative.
He couldn't move trussed up this way but growled. "Fuck you, bitch!"
Isabel was not taking any of this. She grabbed a long nose forceps, the one that's used by obstetricians to collects polyps. She pulled on his left testicle and gathered it to the base of his scrotum, holding it in place. She opened the forceps wide, squeezed his testicles between the jaws of the instrument, then squeezed.
His trapped testicle had nowhere to go. The meat of the testicle started to cave in under the pressure of the jaws of the forceps. His scrotum tore where the metal touch it. The tense skin split open exposing the grayish and shiny covering of his testicle.
She squeezed on the forceps, cutting through the rubbery core of his left ball. Seminal fluid mixed with blood splattered. Finally, she was able to clamp the instrument completely, slicing his left ball in half.
Amado was wide awake and shrieked like a girl. He bucked his hips up and down in an attempt to escape.
She couldn't allow this to happen.
Isabel picked a tender spot. She injected more tranquilizer through the underside of his penis, deep into it.
He screamed in pain and started to blubber. A few seconds later, he has become quiet.
Isabel was efficient. She removed the clamp from his left testicle.
She started at the base of the penis where it connects to the scrotum. She incised the scrotum along the midline raphe and worked her way down, cutting through every layer of his skin. His right testicle had a huge ball of hematoma that she evacuated manually.
She exposed his battered right testicle and his left testicle that is sliced in half.
She made suture ligatures around the tubes connecting his testicles to his body. And with one swift move, she used a scalpel and freed him of his balls.
She then used a sharp pair of scissors and cut his scrotal bag away from him.
She held his balls in her right hand. They were heavy and large. Semen was dripping from his left ball.
They will be part of a collection.
He admired the soft leather of his scrotum. She will give it to Cristina who would love to use it as fabric.
She looked around and Cristina was still in the middle of her surgery.
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Isabel and Cristina opened the hospital back door to a beautiful sunset. They each pushed a gurney to a van that was waiting outside.
Isabel has a contact with a group of women from Germany. They helped with the clean up of the place. After they were done, there was no drop of blood or evidence of the surgeries that happened this day.
The twins survived their ordeal. The group had a female Urologist who stitched them up. They were housed in a secret facility, also in Ciudad Valdeluz, for a few days.
They were finally dumped in their homes with a warning. If they report this to the authorities, the women will come back for them.
Isabel has decided to do her part for the Women from Germany.
As for Cristina, her life has improved in a different way. She has two men in her life that cater to her every need. The twins, Amado and Alejandro, decided they would stay with her and be her slaves. They figured they will never attract another woman.
They recovered from their injuries. They're still as handsome as they were. You can't still tell them apart.
But Cristina can.
your stories are very good. I like that you put a picture here, kinda new
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