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Chapter 18: Released!
My whole body had by now become just a complete agony zone with pain screaming out from all parts and so my throbbing brain initially couldn't take in this new development in my torment.
I faintly assumed that it was just another mocking prelude to further diabolical torment and torture.
As she continued though, it became even more unreal. I couldn't comprehend how she wasn't aware that in my present condition, it would be impossible to masturbate me.
My penis though, after a time and almost independently, did start responding and actually getting a sort of erection.
After a period, despite the appalling physical and mental state I was in, suspended on that chain, to my bewildered surprise, some part of my fevered brain also began to react to that primitive sensation.
Despite all the extreme torment she'd inflicted upon me and all the pain racking about in my brain, just the sensation of her exquisite and seductive body pressed up against me and the now very up close awareness of her incredible loveliness had the power to momentarily redirect my tormented mind into this new direction of her choosing.
Acting as if she was now madly attracted to this creature she'd so brutally damaged and expertly seducing me as I hung in my chains, at the same time sensuously massaging my penis - I was unable to resist this new and unexpected assault on my senses.
My penis had a tiny ejaculation as the residue of my spunk tricked out, but I was in far too much pain to receive anywhere near the normal sensation in my brain.
"I'm sorry, I had to hurry you along. It's well past the period you paid for and you never seemed to get another hard on no matter what I did."
She had moved behind me, undone the neck chain and had started unbuckling my gag and even in my paranoid state, by the very sudden change in her voice and actions, I sensed the continuation of this totally unexpected transition in the session.
Oh my God, please, please - could it be that I really wasn't going to suffer continuous suffocation or torture after all?
But even as she began releasing me, cursing irritably as she tried different keys to open the padlocks and actually talking to me as a human being once again, I was still wound up as tight as a drum.
I was still fearful that this was just another cruel trap and she'd suddenly revert to her sadistic activities just when I thought I was free.
Finally released, I sunk to my knees and wept tears of relief as the dildo was painfully removed, despite her efforts to ease the procedure.
For a time, I knelt there virtually paralysed as the feeling came back into my limbs and the full effects of her merciless assault swept over my trembling body.
She was starting to get restless as I knelt trying to recover to ability to simply move and function.
When I did finally laboriously get to my feet, I found I could only move and operate as if I were a disabled semi-crippled person, one racked very much with agonising pain.
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