NUMBERS By Greenman Once he was securely tied to the bedposts, she opened the envelope. This was the game they liked to play together. He would prescribe what treatment she would give him by specifying her actions according to the fall of the dice. The thrill was in the unpredictability - how much pleasure or pain would be determined by chance. She took out the piece of paper and unfolded it. "1 - slaps in the balls, another throw for number 2 - quick masturbatory strokes, ten times next throw 3 - slow masturbatory strokes, five times next throw 4 - squeeze left ball for half a minute 5 - squeeze right ball as for left 6 - throw again and double it" This was pretty typical for the state of the game as it had become recently. They'd probably used this list before. It was weighted slightly in favour of a painful experience for him, but nothing too drastic on the face of it. But there was also the possibility of pleasure for him, and even, if he was lucky, ejaculation. That was where his excitement lay - the possibility of pleasure at the risk of pain. For her, this list didn't give much. Some of the others included specific pleasures for her to experience. This wasn't one of them. But some days she could enjoy hurting him. She felt this was possibly one of those days. "Hmm...right then. I'm feeling ...wicked...today so I hope my luck's in! Are you ready?" "Yes", he said, voice taut with anticipation. His erection was ready too, by the looks of it. She wondered how much he was turned on by her body or how much just by the situation. Probably the latter, she thought. Though she felt good about her looks and enjoyed her own body, she wasn't sure she excited him in the same way any more. She was no longer skinny, but had developed a more voluptuous body that she felt better with. She felt stronger, less vulnerable. "OK then, lets see what you get first". She picked up the dice and rolled it on the bed between his legs. "Two. Oh well, hope there aren't too many of these. And how many?" She threw another Two. "Ah, good! I don't think you'll be coming with just twenty strokes!" She leaned over and grasped his hard penis, Her large hand enclosed him. She rapidly jerked him up and down for the twenty strokes, noting his eyes fixed on her jiggling breasts as she did so. The bastard, She didn't feel like giving him pleasure today. But she liked the frustrated look on his face as she finished quickly and took the dice again. She rolled it. "One! That's more like it! And lets see how many you get...only two. Have to make them count, then, won't I?" The slaps landed with force. He even cried out at the second. She had tried to catch him full on the balls, away from the base of his penis. On days she was feeling sympathetic to him she'd try to aim slaps across his penis as well as his balls. This stimulated him as well as taking the force away from his more tender parts. Today wasn't one of those days, however. "Aha! That got you didn't it! Let's see what's next...One again! Brilliant! And you get . another two." This time she hit him hard and fast, the two slaps like handclaps. He shook in his bonds and cried out again. She was smiling as she rolled again. "Four! Looks like my luck's in now!" Her hands pulled his left testicle hard, then she began squeezing as she watched the clock.She let her fingernails dig in hard. He began moaning. After 15 seconds she started to knead his ball in her strong grip. She knew he couldn't stand that. "Aaagh...no..stop" "10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1..." she counted, then stopped. He breathed hard with relief. She took the dice again. "I don't believe it! Four again! Aha!" She ignored his protests as she grabbed that same bruised testicle and this time kneaded it hard in both hands for the full 30 seconds, ignoring his cries. He was sweating by the end of it. "Can...can we take a break now?" he pleaded. "No chance", she smiled, then rolled the dice again. "Aha! It's a One! My luck's in today! And it's...a six!" she laughed. "I want you to count them for me". She slapped him fairly gently in the balls. "Ow...one" he said. She slapped harder this time. "Two", he groaned. The next slap she aimed to land on his sore left testicle. He shouted out in agony. "How many?" she asked. "Three," he gasped. She then hit him twice, sharply. He thrashed and cried out. "How many?" she asked nonchalantly. He was still groaning and didn't immediately answer. "How many, I said?" she asked more firmly. "God...five" he gasped. "Just one more then!" She shifted herself slightly and drove her clenched fist into his balls. It was a sickening blow. He screamed. She felt a thrill run through her. "My god," she thought, "i'm enjoying this today!". She didn't pause but picked up the dice again. "Your luck's not in today, is it? Let's see what we've got next...Yes! It's a One again, look!" "Oh, no. Please...at least let me rest for a bit" "No way...six again!" she laughed. "Think you can take this?" "No...please, please don't..." "I'm afraid I have to play by the rules, you know!" "Well...please don't do it hard... please", he pleaded with her. She'd not had him in this state before. He didn't want to play! She felt a pang of pity for him, which perversely made it more of a thrill when she laid into him with six hard slaps, mainly going for that left testicle. He was screaming. "Ready for another throw?" she asked as she shook again. "It might be a Two or a Three! Wouldn't you love it if I had to wank you off?" "Please... give me a break..." "But you'd love it wouldn't you?". She pulled her shoulders back and pushed her tits out. The look in his eyes said it all. "You'd love it if I had to wank you off, wouldn't you?" "...yes", he said helplessly. "I've been a bit vicious to you today havn't I? I'm sorry. Shall we have a break from the rules and i'll just wank you off?" "Oh. Yes! That'd be...that'd be great!" he said with relief. She let her hand caress the inside of his thigh and felt him shiver. His penis bobbed in anticipation. She let her hand run up to it and rested the flat of her palm on it, lightly rolling it. He moaned and smiled, dying to feel her whole hand holding him and taking him to a climax. He pushed his hips up to rub his penis against her tempting palm. She allowed him to continue for a moment, then removed her hand. "But that wouldn't be fair, would it, to break the rules?" "What? Oh...please...just this once.." he pleaded. "Let's see what the dice says." She picked it up and rolled it. "Tough luck, it's a four again!" she said with a grin. "This poor little ball's getting it today. What a pity!". She took the testicle again, ignoring his pleas, and began another thirty seconds of punishment. This time she squeezed and released again and again, using as much strength as she could. He screamed this time. Her forearms and shoulders ached when she'd finished. She stretched out and shook them, hoping to increase his desire and frustration by the sensual show this made. But his eyes were still shut, with tears beginning to ooze from beneath his lids. She took the dice again. "Is your luck going to change this time? I hope not...". She rolled again. "Well, it's sort of changed, hasn't it? It's a Five!". This time she kneaded his right testicle in both hands, disregarding his pleas to stop. Even though it hadn't been receiving the same treatment as the other, it was still tender from the slaps she'd been dealing out. And she didn't hold back, roughly tugging this ball along with crushing it in her strong grip. His pleas, screams and tears just egged her on, taking total advantage of him for half a minute. "OK, last time for now, then we'll have a break. Perhaps you'll get a nice one this time...aha! A Six! Could be interesting! A lot more pain or a chance for a treat! I might have to wank you off after all. Let's see...too bad, it's a Five again! One whole minute of pain to finish with. How appropriate!" She took his right ball and for a minute she used a variety of sqeezing, crushing, and kneading techniques with sometimes one, sometimes both hands. She occassionally let his ball slip from between a powerful squeeze, which always caused his screams and pleading to reach a new intensity. The full minute passed slowly, much too slowly for him. He'd never experienced this side of her, this cruelty she enjoyed, before. It was an agony he couldn't bear. But...it was also somehow the most thrilling game they'd ever played. He desperately wanted her to stop, but would be disappointed when she did. But she had no intention of stopping just yet. In fact, she was just beginning to acknowledge an urge to take this game further. It frightened her, but gave her a dark thrill she'd not had before. At last the minute was over. She sat back and watched him gasping with quick broken breaths, his body sheened with sweat. She could smell the tang of it, and it excited her. She waited as he gradually regained control. He caught her eye and she grinned at him. He grinned halfheartedly back. "Phew!" he eventually said. "You've never been like that before! When you untie me I want to screw you really hard and give you the biggest orgasm you've ever had!" "Hmmm...I don't think so...not yet!" she said softly, smiling. "You're being really wicked today aren't you?" he smiled, though he wasn't sure of her intentions. He couldn't make her out today. "Could you untie me now? My wrists are a bit sore". "Just your wrists?" she asked mischeivously, glancing pointedly at has genitals. He laughed with an edge of embarrassment. He was always a bit on edge and embarrassed after their games. She climbed over him, holding herself above him on her hands and knees. Her long hair fell down into his face and her breasts swung heavy above his chest. He strained his body up to her, but she kept herself out of reach. He was panting with renewed desire. She let her weight settle onto him, pressing her body down againt his, feeling his hardness against her belly. His mouth found hers at last and his tongue began to probe hers. She forced her tongue into his mouth with determination and kissed him hard and deep. This was not a mutual exploration but total domination on her part. He was trying to draw away, their saliva mingling and running to the back of his throat, making him gag and choke. She continued to force herself onto and into him as her kiss muffled increasing sounds of panic as he tried to call out between frantic swallows. She mimicked his sounds with her own exaggerated groans of desire. When she judged he was frantic enough, she pushed herself back up from him, still suspended above as he gasped and gulped like a drowning man. She felt the air cool on her now sweaty belly and breasts. She enjoyed the sensation of her nipples tightening. He looked up at her with anger in his eyes. "OK, come on and untie me now" he demanded, in a voice of controlled no- nonsense adult authority. "Hmmm?" she asked above him, all innocence. "I said untie me now. My arms are really hurting". There was an edge of anger and impatience in his voice now. The Game was at an end. "You've forgotten the magic word!" she said in a deliberately irritating childlike voice. She shifted her weight, bringing her right knee from by his hip to between his outstretched legs. "Oh come on, stop messing about! Untie me now!" he shouted at her. She tut-tutted at him. "Don't shout at me" she said calmly in a voice that matched his earlier tone for authority and control. She raised the knee between his legs, rocked herself backwards a little, then with an explosive grunt drove her knee hard into his balls. The first blow was too low, hitting his perineal area with crunching force. It hurt her knee. She aimed the next while he was still screaming almost into her face. This time she made sure the blow was angled more from above and this time felt the soft flesh of his testes caught between her hammering knee and his pelvic bones. She kneeled up above him, the knee still pushed hard between his legs. She could feel her weight against his balls and she shifted her balance to increase it. He was really writhing in agony now, and seemed unable to catch his breath. His face was deathly pale and he began breathing with a retching gasp. She studied him from above, hands on hips, her breasts rising and falling with her own rapid breaths. The feeling she had was indescribable. She felt light- headed, intoxicated by her transgression. She knew she'd stepped well beyond The Game. This was unknown territory. What would happen if she let him go now? Would he be mad at her? Would he try to hurt her? This was dangerous new territory. She had to protect herself somehow if she was to untie him. She climbed off him and walked over to the door. "You...bitch!" he gasped. "Fucking untie me!" She reached him in two quick strides. "Don't you dare talk to me like that!" she hissed, her eyes burning with sudden anger. She grabbed his chin with one hand and leaned her weight on him, then punched him hard again and again in the face as he tried to twist away from the blows. She had never hit him in the face before. His nose and mouth became red with blood. She stopped, panting from her exertions, then left the room leaving him gagging on blood and a couple of broken teeth. Outside the door she leant on the wall to collect her thoughts. Her head was spinning. She was shocked by her own brutality. How was she going to end this? A plan began to form. She went into her bedroom and began dressing in a T-shirt and jeans. Then she went downstairs and pulled on her motorcycling gear - leather trousers, jacket, and heavy boots. It was like putting on a suit of armour. It was exactly like putting on a suit of armour. She felt totally protected and strong within it. It was designed to save her from speeding falls onto gravel roads. It was more than sufficient to save her from an angry naked man. She needed a weapon. She considered one of the kitchen knives, but it was too risky. He may turn it against her. She was just going to have to use her natural weapons - her gauntleted fists, her leather-padded knees and her steel-tipped boots. She had resented gaining a few pounds in weight over him, but now had a distinct advantage together with the heavy leather gear. He might be able to move quicker than her in his unencumbered state, though. But not if she began to beat him a little before untying him. Then when they fought she would be able to totally dominate him. She was going to see what it would be like to actually beat someone up. She wanted to inflict damage, to hear a bone snap. A finger? An arm? To graze and bruise soft flesh. To pull and twist a limb from its socket. If, as some philosophers would have, his very being was embodied - was a part of his flesh, bones, nerves - she would break and twist him. If, as others averred, his "self" was more of an observing inhabitant of the body's shell, she would bind that self in a tortured mess of organic pain. She was going to give him hell.