I must have blacked out from exhaustion while the spider robot was bringing me to—uh—wherever this place is. When I woke and saw how I was immobilized, I wished I hadn’t awakened. I lay on my back on an upward curving bench, stretched taut, my hips forced up at the center of the bench, positioned at the top of the curve. I could feel my wrists and ankles strapped tight to the downward curved head and foot of the bench. I felt more tight straps restraining my belly and upper thighs, making certain in my vulnerable nakedness that I wouldn’t be able to move or escape whatever painful cruelty amuses my tormenters.

       What a fiendishly creative imagination Big Dick has. I saw the intricate and menacing instrument hanging from the ceiling exactly positioned a foot above my cock. It was a gleaming, cylinder-shaped cage made of wire, about six inches in diameter and eight inches long. An electric power wire dangled down to the side, and connected to an electrical control box attached to the side of my bench. The box had a high-voltage meter, a voltage-control knob, and a row of red push buttons. I guessed each button was connected to a wire that would send a surge of electricity into one of the twelve electrode prods, which were arranged in circles all around the inside of the cage

       From its position and its size, it was obvious the cage was designed for the exclusive purpose of holding a man’s cock and balls captive, and tormenting them. Leather straps guaranteed that there would be no escape once the device was in place.

       When I struggled like a panicky fool against the straps, my slight, ineffective exertion only made my vertical cock wiggle and sway, foolishly calling attention to itself, beckoning to the cage, inviting it to descend around my organ and play some sex-crazed girl’s sadistic game.

       The cell’s steel-barred door stood wide open, extending out into the long, dim corridor, welcoming the next female passer-by to come in and have some naughty fun with my unprotected cock.

       It was so easy for them. A girl could act out all her vicious anger, frustration and fiendish fantasies on a naked, helpless male body. Every punishment cell was stocked with all kinds of whips, crops, floggers, and the cruelest devices Big Dick’s perverted genius could imagine and manufacture. It wasn’t a question of if a girl would come to my cell, only a question of when, and how many. I didn’t have to wait long to that answer.

       Almost by magic, a young, college-age girl stood in the doorway, one hand clasping one of the steel bars of the open door, the other fondling one of her pert breasts. She wore the number F-1206, and looked like one of the newest  arrivals at the facility. She didn’t display the least bit of modesty or shame. Her petite, slim body stood naked in the doorway, one leg raised slightly, bent at the knee as she rubbed her thighs together. The girl grinned at the spectacle of my naked bondage and swept her glittering eyes over my unprotected body. “O-o-oh!” She clasped her hands together. “Now I can get even for those horrible things that other man did to me this morning.”

       Even in this dim light, I could see the tangle of crimson whip marks woven across her breasts, belly and thighs. The brass bell attached to her collar tinkled as she padded into the room on her bare feet, stepped up on the stool beside my bench, and stood next to me. I closed my eyes and moaned as her hand slid excitedly back and forth across the vulnerable nakedness of my upraised belly. I heard her giggle. “You’re Doctor Trent, aren’t you? I recognized you from your photo in the welcome brochure. My name’s Molly, Molly Fuckmistress. She put her hand to her mouth and giggled. “No, that’s not my real name—the men named me that soon after they started fucking me and saw how much I enjoyed it.” She looked down at her body and touched her number. “But with this number tattooed on my belly, who needs real names?” She stepped up on the stool next to my bench and leered at me. “Wow, Doctor Trent, your gorgeous body is all stretched out and helpless for me to play with.” She glanced up at the cock-cage hanging from the ceiling. Her fiendish eyes glittered with delight. “Golly, look at that shiny metal gadget—isn’t it beautiful?” She giggled again and clapped her hands. “I can hurt your man-thing really awful with it.”

       Her eyes widened as she gazed at my crotch. Her elfin lips widened into a wicked grin. “I’ll bet when that awful cage thingy is strapped around your cock, it’s going to be a real fun toy me to play with.” She fingered the wires. “Wow! What’s this? These wires are connected to the black box…hum…electric shock, huh?” She leaned over me and fondled my balls. “Ooo, these are connected to the cage, too.”

       She pressed a button on the panel, activating the small electric winch that lowered the cage down around my cock. She leaned over me and strapped the gleaming metal device tight around the base of my cock, then attached the top strap around the groove just behind the bulbed tip of my manhood. Flipping a tiny lever, she drew upward the top strap, stretching my cock even longer. With an ominous click, the half-dozen circles of electric prods shot inward and pressed against my cock, surrounding it along its length. Then Molly adjusted the pairs of prods extending below the cage to trap my balls. “Ooo, this is going to really be fun!” She wiggled the cage to test its firm grip and her smile widened with satisfaction. “You’re not going to get this loose and spoil my fun, Doctor Trent. I bet I can make you holler louder and longer than all those other men.”

       Molly lifted her head, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip as her hands slid up and down my belly and out over my hips. She sucked in a deep breath when her fingers skated down between my widespread, shivering thighs, feeling the trembling muscles in my legs straining against the thick straps. “I’m real glad you’re strapped down so you can’t move. ‘Cause pretty soon you’re going to be really mad at me.” A dark, wicked grin spread across her face, “I mean, really really mad at me!”

       Molly’s thumb and finger teased and tugged at my cock hairs. “Shall we get started? Damn! I can’t wait to see how bad I can hurt your cock and balls. How loud I can make you yell…how about you?” She giggled again and reached for the control buttons along the edge of the bench. She turned the voltage control knob and gazed in fascination as the gage’s needle climbed up past the numbers on the scale into the red zone. “That dial says this is really going to hurt you!” Without raising her head she rolled her eyes sideways to look mischievously into mine. “I was a cheerleader at the university, Doctor Trent. I got all “A’s” from my professors, and I didn’t even have to go to those boring, stuffy classes, or study. I earned my “A’s” by giving them private performances of my most intimate cheerleading tricks, bouncing on top of their man-things in their beds, or sucking the cum out of them.” She frowned and her eyes narrowed to slits. “But I sure ain’t gonna’ give you something to cheer about.”

       I shuddered as the fingertips of her other hand skated up and down the insides of my widespread thighs again, her hands hungry to feel my muscles convulse when she pushed the buttons. “I’m going to have lots and lots of jolly fun hurting you bad, Doctor Trent.” Her eyes were wide and mesmerized; her voice was filled with triumph and glee. “And there ain’t no way you can protect your poor captive cock. There ain’t nuthin’ you can do to stop the pain!” Her giggle was almost hysterical.

       “AUGH!” The girl pressed half a dozen red buttons. An electric demon clawed at my balls, and fire raged along the length of my cock. “Damn you, bitch! That hur...A-A-A-A-YUGH! YAUGH!” My stomach muscles convulsed and the muscles in my arms and legs corded with the effort to break free. It was useless, I couldn’t move or escape. The fiendish cage around my cock shook and wobbled violently with my struggles, but it still held tight to my traumatized manhood.

       “That holler was loud, Doctor Trent, but I want to hear you holler louder.” She twisted the voltage knob as far as it would go.

       “YA-A-A-A-AUGH!” Stop! Don’t!” The muscles in my body strained in the hopeless attempt to escape. I threw my head from side to side, flinging tears from my closed eyes. “Please, don’t do...AG-G-G-GH! N-N-N-NGH!” I clenched my teeth so hard I thought I would break them.

       “That’s better, Doctor Trent, but you still have a long way to go.” She giggled and pressed the buttons again.

       “NAUG-G-G-GAH! Oh please...” I gasped for air, my chest heaving.

       “Gee, Doctor Trent, just think. If Big Dick hadn’t made us all naked slaves in chains, I could never enjoy hurting all the men’s beautiful cocks, and then taking my turn getting hurt and being fucked. Being a naked captive, strapped down, men hurting me makes me so horny.” She stared up at Big Dick’s electronic eye pod with a wild, deranged look in her lust-smoldering eyes. “After this game, I really want Big Dick’s robots to strap my naked body to this bench and have him make you hurt me, Doctor Trent, real bad, for hours and hours, and then fuck me all night.”

       I lost count of how many times I passed out from pain and exhaustion. Then I awoke at last to see that devilish cage removed, and dangling high above me. Molly was standing beside my hips, bent over with her head lying on its side on my thigh. Her face glowed with a dreamy, contented expression; her lips parted in a blissful smile. Her blue eyes stared off into the distance as her fingers toyed gently with my aching cock, teasing, caressing, massaging and hugging it while her other hand stroked her pussy. She was softly humming some tune, probably her college team’s victory song.

       “Gee, Doctor Trent. I’m glad you’re awake again. I bet you’re really mad at me, aren’t you?” There was actually a hint of hope in her voice.

       “No. I’m mad at Big Dick,” I said with a groan. “I know he forces you to hurt us. I don’t blame you.”

       Her expression changed into genuine disappointment. “Does that mean you aren’t going to hurt me and make me scream?” She pouted and wiggled my sore cock. “I mean, after I hurt your man thing so bad for two hours, I thought you couldn’t wait to get even. Maybe I should hurt it some more. This time, I will hurt you just because I want to, not because Big Dick made me.”

       “No, no! Please don’t punish me any more. If you really want me to hurt you, I’ll do it just to keep Big Dick from doing worse things to both of us.

       “Oh, good!” Molly said with a beaming smile. “Now are you really mad at me?”

       “Just let me loose, you cute little demon, and I’ll show you!”