Melissa the College Years Kelly the Plumber 
by Madman the Magnificent Moron



Melissa here to inform all you idiots and perverts about an incident that
occurred at our girls' athletic house at State University. Our toilet was
broken, so my roommate Kelly took our slave houseboy Zack to the hardware
store. She bought a new ball and cock assembly plus several hose clamps. She
also got some copper wire. Hose clamps are those round ones that tighten to
hold pipes or hoses in place. Zack wondered why she bought them, as they were
not needed to fix the toilet, but Kelly had other plans for them. She intended
to use them to continue torturing Zack and to continue making his life a
living hell.

. . .We were all happy when they returned home because we knew the toilet was
not the only thing that was about to have a cock and balls treatment. We were
going to have some fun at Zack's expense after he fixed our toilet. Zack was
able to install the new parts and repair the toilet without very much trouble.
He was not about to be praised or rewarded for doing so. Rather, he was going
to be needlessly punished and tortured just because we felt like it. First, we
made him thoroughly clean the toilet with toothbrush. Then he was ordered to
go down to the basement. Zach knew he was going to be subjected to a great
deal of pain, but he also knew that he had no way to prevent it. So he
obediantly went downstairs, hopeful that his compliance would slightly lesson
his undeserved punishment

. . As usual, Kelly had no interest in Zack's hopes. She also had no interest
in politics, zoology, being a part of a decent story, my time in writing it or
the time you wasted reading it. Her only interest was in making Zack suffer. A
few of us went down with them including Jessie, Lisa , Rebecca , Stacie and
myself. We went to help Kelly torture Zack, to enjoy doing it ourselves and to
add length and additional plot to this meaningless dribble masquerading as a
story. . . . .We decided to soften Zack up a bit before his official
punishment because we wanted to enjoy our six against one advantage. So while
two of us held his arms, Kelly got things started with a hard slap to the side
of Zack's face. Stacie and I were the girls holding his arms, and we both
moved behind him to apply two hammerlocks. Zack bent forward in agony so
Rebecca moved in a brought her knee up against his jaw to straighten Zack back
up. Then Lisa contributed by firing a hard four punch combination onto his
belly, causing him to double over again. He could not fall down to the mat
because our hammerlocks held him up. The girls repeating the belly punching
and kneeing to his jaw several times until Zack was, indeed, softened up.

We still weren't ready to administer his official punishment, so we continued
to work over our helpless victim. We forced him down the the mat on his back.
Kelly shin pinned him by kneeling next to him and pressing her shin into his
throat. While doing this, she smiled sweetly at him and slapped his face
continually with both her hands. Meanwhile, the rest of us stomped and kicked
Zack's exposed body at will. He was kicked in the ribs, stomped on his belly
and his thighs as well as receiving quite a few kicks to his balls. We finally
decided that he was properly prepped to receive his official punishment with
the hose rings and wire from the hardware store

. . .Kelly lifted her shin off Zack's throat only to ask Rebecca to pin him
the same way. Then she asked Jessie and Lisa to hold his arms down while
Stacie and I held his legs down. Now Zack could not move and Kelly could start
his official punishment. She slipped one of the hose rings over the index,
middle and ring finger of his left hand and tightened it. The ring dug into
his fingers and Kelly stopped tightening it just short of actually crushing
his fingers. After all, he needed his hands to perform his household chores
Zack was screaming in pain as loudly as he could while still being choked by
Rebecca's hard shin. Then Kelly moved to Zack's other side and repeated the
cruel torture on his right hand. Rebecca finally removed her shin from Zack's
throat and he screamed in pain. We all just stared at his face and admired the
severity of pain we had inflicted on him. Zack's eyes were barely open due to
his facial contortion of pain, but he could see our faces smiling down at him
and we all knew his punishment had just started and would get more painful.

. . .We decided that we were sick and tired of hearing Zack cry and complain,
so we had our heaviest girl Stacie sit on his face. She reverse sat on him
because she wanted to see the rest of the punishment that Zack was about to be
subjected to. Now Kelly started attacking Zack's feet. While Lisa and Rebecca
held his legs down, Kelly installed the clamps on his toes. The big toe and
pinky toes were excluded, but the three middle toes on each foot were crushed
in the same way his fingers were. We all stood up and looked down at Zack,
enjoying the view of his contorted face. To keep from getting bored, all of us
began stomping his body wherever we could find room. His chest, stomach, arms
and legs all took a pounding and we kept this up for a good couple of minutes
before proceeding with the scheduled torture.

. . .It was now time to maximize Zack's pain. I could barely contain my
excitement as this might be our most sadistic technique we ever subjected Zack
to. It might also be the stupidest story its readers have ever been subjected
to. Kelly had two hose clamps left. One of them had two long copper wires
wound securely around it opposite each other on the circular clamp. Although
Zack was helpless, we held him down on his back so Kelly could complete her
mission. First she slipped the wireless one up Zack's dick until it was right
against his balls. She tightened it in that position. Then, opening the clamp
with the wires, she wrapped it around his dick above his balls, but left it
loose enough that it could slide up and down. . . . .Now the real fun could be
had. Rebecca held the copper wire like a dog's leash. The clamps digging into
Zack's balls were like a choker collar, except around his balls instead of his
neck. By pulling the wire, Kelly caused the clamps to pinch them and put him
in extreme agony. She ordered him to get down on his hands and knees and lead
him around the room like a dog. Zack not only suffered from the clamps, but
crawling hurt his clamped hands and feet. This was absolutely the most pain
Kelly, or any of us, had ever inflicted on Zack. We were in no hurry to have
it end. In fact, we made it even better by kicking him in the ribs while he
struggled to keep up with Kelly She set a fast enough pace that it was
difficult for zack to keep up. If he lagged behind, the clamps locked harder
on his trapped balls. . . .

Then Kelly ordered Zack to stand up. He was so beaten down and exhausted that
he had trouble complying, but he finally stood on shaky legs. I went behind
Zack and put him in a tight full Nelson. This hold prevented him from
collapsing to the mat while also increasing his suffering. Kelly tugged on the
wires as well, to add ball torture to my Nelson and his crushed fingers and
toes. I don't know what hurt Zack the most, but the combination of all these
techniques had to be excrutiating . Then I released my hold but Kelly kept
holding the wires. Moving in front of Zack, I merely pushed him to add
pressure to his ball restraint. He was audibly sobbing and that only motivated
us to continue. . . . .Finally we got bored with playing with Zach, but we all
wanted him to continue suffering. Kelly removed the clamps from his fingers
and toes because cutting off the blood to them for too long would result in
amputation. We only cared about that because Zack needed them to do his chores
and to serve us. However, the clamps and wires on his deck were left on. We
tied his arms together and his legs together. Then we laid him down next to
our weightlifting bench. We placed a barbell with weights over his neck. The
bar didn't touch his neck, but it prevented Zack from moving or rolling away.
Combined with his limbs being bound, Zack could not move at all. Kelly draped
the wire over the weight bench and wound the end securely around a five pound
dumbelle. Now the pressure on his balls was constant and he had no way to
relieve it. . . . .We all stepped back to admire our work and to watch Zack
suffer. This had been one of our most successful sessions as Zack's suffering
was so great. We were delighted that it was so great because of the extreme
contrast with this story which totally sucks. After about three hours, Kelly
went down to untie Zack and remove the remaining clamps. She didn't mind doing
this because she knew that Zack's fingers, toes and dick would give him pain
for quite while.