Automatic Punishment 
by Madman the  Total Moron



We have been giving out slave houseboy, Zack, frequent and severe beatings at
our girls' athletic house at State University. All of us enjoy inflicting pain
on him and we are, in fact, as brutal as possible when we work him over. We
need to constantly reinforce our dominance over Zack and it is so much fun to
do so. No part of him has been ignored, we have brutalized him from head to
toe, with an emphasis on ball busting and attacking his most sensitive areas.
My roommate, Kelly, is the most sadistic girl I have ever met. She said that
Zack didn't suffer enough even though we frequently worked him over. She felt
that he should suffer even when none of us had the time or inclination to beat
him.

. .After previous beatings, we have extended Zack's suffering by combining
tying him up with simple devises to continue his punishment . Kelly though it
would be fun to make Zack feel pain by using only mechanical devises, so that
he would suffer without any of us needing to be actively involved. We could
just enjoy watching him suffer, find ways to enhance it or just leave him to
suffer alone while we did something totally unrelated to him. We could sleep,
eat, leave the house or do anything with the satisfying knowledge that Zack
was in pain. . . . .Kelly and I decided to set Zack's torture devices by
ourselves to surprise all the other girls. Kelly ordered Zack to take off his
uniform, consisting of a bright pink jockstrap and to go downstairs to the
basement. We didn't really need to soften Zack up to accomplish our goal, but
we still wanted to set the tone by inflicting as much pain on him as possible.
I gave him a hard punch to his stomach and Kelly ran up to him and kneed him
in the balls.

Then my beautiful and cruel comrade thrust her fingertips into Zack's throat,
causing him to stagger and cough while trying to breathe. I drove my shoulder
into his midsection and took him down hard to the mat like a football tackle.

. .Once we had Zack down, it was time to set up procedure. I got behind him
and clamped on a naked reverse choke. Just to enjoy inflicting pain on him,
Kelly grabbed and squeezed his balls. Usually, I release a choke hold before
knocking him out so he can continue to feel pain. However, this time, we
wanted Zack to be unconscious, so I kept up the pressure until he passed out.
At least the last sensation he felt was the pain Kelly inflicted on him. . . .
.Once Zack was out, Kelly and I could take our time setting things up to make
sure that we did it as effectively as possible. If he woke up before we were
done, I could always knock him out again. First, we tied Zack's hands together
behind his back. Rather than having his palms together, we tied his hands
together back to back. Pulling the ropes up put painful pressure on Zack's
shoulders and we wanted that pain to automatically continue. So we pulled the
ropes over Zack's shoulders and down his torso. We brought the roes between
his legs, one rope on each side of his dick and up his back. Pulling the ropes
as hard as we could, we tied them tightly to the same ropes on to of Zack's
shoulders. Now, his shoulders were pulled together and upwards in a painful
manner. Jelly and I paused a moment to admire our work and to plan our attack
on other body parts.

.We paused only briefly as we had a lot more work to do. Zack's legs were
going to be our next target. His legs, particularly his left knee, had been
previous injured so we wanted to make sure to continue attacking those
weakened and vulnerable parts

First we started in on Zack's right leg. He was starting to regain
consciousness so I reapplied the naked reverse choke to knock him out again.
Once we had control of his legs, it wouldn't matter if Zack was conscious or
not. He would be immobilized and totally unable to resist whatever we chose to
do to him.

. ,We wanted to incapacitate Zack's right leg before working on that
delectable target of his left knee. The calf slicer seemed to hurt him a lot
before, so we wanted to subject him to it again. I rolled Zack over do he was
lying on his belly and Kelly stomped him on his back between his two captured
arms. This had nothing to do with the automatic punishment, but she couldn't
resist the temptation of brutalizing our helpless victim. We took a soup can
and placed it across the middle of Zack's puny calf muscle. Then we folded his
leg back so the can was between his thigh and calf and tied his leg in that
position. To pressure the hold, we wrapped bungi cords around it until the can
was digging into and crushing his calf. Zack groaned in pain so we knew it was
effective. Just to be sure, we added a couple of extra cords and stood back to
watch Zack suffer. Even though he was now in constant extreme pain, his
bindings prevented him from showing a physical reaction. . . . .Not long ago,
we put Zack's left leg in an automatic knee bar with great success. This time,
we wanted to use a simpler approach, but we thought it would put more painful
pressure on his previously weakened knee. We put a stiff board under Zack's
left leg and tightly and securely tied his thigh and shin to it. His leg was
fully extended and Zack's knee was in a locked position. This time we used a c
clamp to punish his captive knee With one end of the clamp under the board and
the other directly on his patella, we tightened the clamp until we could sense
Zack's kneecap was about to shatter. He screamed in pain as this was the most
brutal tactic that we had used so far.

.Now we had Zack completely helpless with both his arms and his legs in pain.
Kelly and I stepped back for a moment to admire our work and then celebrated
by stomping his belly and kicking him in the side of his ribs. We had one more
large c clamp and I remembered how much agony grinding my knuckles into Zack's
temples caused. So we placed it on his head like a tiara, lining up the
pressure points of the clamp with his temples. Then by merely tightening the
clamp, we were able to put Zack in excrutiating agony. His face looked
beautiful contorted with pain so intense that he could only moan softly.

.We now had multiple simultaneous attacks on Zack's defenseless body. But, we
were not done, we are never satisfied if we can find a way to increase his
suffering. We were brutally attacking both his arms, both his legs and his
head mechanically. without having to actively continue punishing him. We
wanted to add a back breaker to the list of punishing holds that Zack was
being automatically subjected to. Kelly went upstairs and brought back a
sturdy belt which we affixed tightly around our hapless victim's waist. Then
we laid a heavy barbell with weights directly on our weight bench. To keep
Zack in the desired position, we tied his belt around the middle of the bar.
Then we pushed him across the bar so that it was right under the small of his
back. To apply pressure, we only had to suspend weights on Zack's body. We
hung weights from a rope tied right under his armpits as well a from a rope
tied around the board that was under his left leg. . . . .Now we had Zack in
total exquisite agony. Both his arms, both his legs, his head and his back
were all in painful holds. Any one of them would extract a submission. But we
subjected Zack to all of them at the same time with no way to escape any of
them. What's more. the holds were all automatically applied, we could leave
and his suffering would continue. Kelly gave him a couple of sharp punches to
the side of his ribs for no particular reason. She just loved making Zack
suffer and would do anything to maximize his pain. Zack's agony was so
beautiful that Kelly and I could only stare in awe at what we had
accomplished. . . . .Now it was time for the coup de gras, the frosting on the
cake, the final agonizing torture. Only Zack's balls remained unscathed and it
was time to attack them. I asked Kelly if she wanted to suspend weights from
his balls. Surprisingly, she replied that she wanted to leave them alone, that
she was satisfied with the extent of our mechanical torture. When I questioned
her about it, she said that she wanted to leave something to live painful
interaction. While speaking, Kelly squeezed Zack's balls and viciously twisted
them. Then she gestured toward me and I threw a hard punch directly into his
balls. I had to agree with Kelly that this was too much fun to give up to
mechanical apparatus, that we should have the pleasure of personally
administering the torture ourselves.

. . .We were both eager to show the other girls what we had done, but Kelly
wanted to put in one requirement. In order to see how we made Zack suffer,
they would be required to attack his balls. That way, not only would our
sisters get the pleasure of torturing Zack, but it would insure a lot of
brutal punishment for him. One by one, over the course of about an hour, each
girl came down and attacked Zack's cock and balls. Their approaches varied,
some squeed or twisted it, others struck it with hard blows, but all of them
inflicted great pain upon our helpless victim. Either Kelly. myself or both of
us, would escort our sisters to the basement and we would always attack Zack's
balls as well. As a result, he was being almost always having his balks
tortured for a good hour.

. .I glanced over at Kelly and smiled. We had done a great job and we both
knew it. We were ready to go upstairs and let Zack suffer in solitude. Because
of the severity of his punishment, Kelly planned to free him in only two hours
instead of the usual three. However, she fell asleep and didn't wake up until
Zack had been automatically tortured for four hours. She and I went downstairs
together to finally free him from his punishing restraints. Zack was barely
conscious and his eyes were glassy. He looked to be beyond the ability to feel
pain and appeared to be in an almost catatonic state. We felt a transcendent
almost etherial feeling from the situation It was like nirvana in reverse, his
pain was all encompassing, taking him to a journey to a world of his own. When
we finally released him, Zack collapsed to the mat, too weakened and sore to
move or even make any sound. We left him down there and it took a good hour
for him to regain the faculties needed to merely crawl up the stairs. Never
had his position of inferiority or ours of dominant superiority been more
evident.