Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2016 19:09:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: thirteen marks part 20

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THE WORST ONE YET

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They were back at the tattoo shop and the pills had worn off. All the
soreness and exhaustion was crashing back into Eli's system. He could
barely stand. The only thing that kept his heart racing was the fact that
he only had two more shots at not dying.

At first all had to do was sit in the chair and get a few more
piercings. Somehow he wasn't convinced that would be all of it.

He got two rings at either side of the tip of his tongue.

His ear studs were exchanged for rings and pretty much every asymmetrical
modification got a counterpart. So he ended up with auricles, eyebrows and
both corners of his lower lip ringed. His septum got one too, but at that
point he didn't care to keep track anymore.

"Listen Eli, this is almost the last task. We need to do what it takes. Are
you ready?"

"Yes," Eli said with a lisp that the piercings greatly intensified. "What
is it?"

"You have to be in as much pain as possible. Physical and emotional. Okay?"

The boy swallowed hard. "But I already am."

"Not enough. Let's get started, we don't have much time. Stand up."

The wrist and ankle rings came back on as did the collar that kept his head
from turning. The weighted ball ring was reapplied and so where the nipple
clamps. Everything hurt more than before.

The rope work was even more elaborate that time. While putting on the
ropes, the attorney asked Eli for the passwords to his social media.

Eli was restrained in the following manner. His big toes were tied to the
balls, but each ball individually, pulling them in slightly different
directions. Of course he had to bend his knees to the point of almost fully
squatting. If he fell down he would not be able to get up without the help
of his arms.

The dick head piercing was tied to the nipples, which were also tied to the
balls, really pulling them apart this time.

His elbows were tied like at the beginning but this time his hands were not
given any range. From his thumbs, a rope ran up his back to the collar that
was pulled in such a way that Eli had to keep his back arched and his ass
and chest out.

He was almost blind with rage and pain and nausea and stress.

Just when he thought it couldn't get worse, the tattoo artist brought two
screw clamps. Those went on his balls directly and were fixed as tight as
the attorney could make them. The sensation rising through his abdomen was
unlike anything he could have imagined. Had the boy's stomach not been
empty, he would have vomited immediately. As it was he could only retch.

Eli cried and sobbed. He whimpered pleas for mercy with his high pitched,
lispy voice.

"This should take care of the physical pain. Now we need to add the
emotional one. I prepared something for you to read out loud. And make it
convincing. Remember Eli, your life depends on it."

The boy was lifted by both men and dropped onto a work bench. The artist
put on a mask and without any warning slammed his dick into Eli's ass,
fucking him raw and dry.

The attorney filmed as Eli read the prepared text with as much of a smile
as he could fake.

"I'm Eli, the anal whore slave faggot. Now that I'm finally sixteen I can
give in to my desire to serve dick. Pleasuring cock is my greatest joy in
life. I'd say it's my only joy but there is also worshipping feet and asses
which are close seconds. As you can see I'm getting fucked without lube and
condom right now. I crave anal stimulation every second of the day. The
only downside to men cumming in my guts is that I don't get to taste the
bit that stays inside. Drinking cum is the most delicious thing I can
imagine. I'm so glad that I finally don't have to hide those desires
anymore. Servicing men will be my life forever and I couldn't be
happier. If you see me, don't even ask. My holes are open and available
anywhere, any time."

"Great," the man said, just as the artist came. "I'll upload these
everywhere. You'll get to see the comments of your friends and family as
soon as they pop up. That might take care of the emotional pain. Although
we should increase the physical one."

Without asking, the man tied the rings in Eli's tongue to his nipples,
making the tongue hang out as far as it would go.

"You should move around to make sure every spot gets as much pain as
possible. I know it's difficult because naturally you don't want to move,
but I can help."

Eli was whipped by a thin rod. His sides and thighs, his ass and sore hole,
all got a beating that made him jump and shiver. That, in turn, caused his
tied piercings to tear and wiggle.

He had his eyes on his phone screen. Through the tears he saw the comments
and messages pile up.

Eventually it happened. There was the most wonderful feeling. The exact
opposite of a tickling. He had felt it twice before. This was his
salvation. He squealed with joy.

"What is it, Eli? Did it work?"

The boy nodded which was nearly impossible without ripping off either his
tongue or his nipples (or his thumbs or his balls, since everything was
connected).

For a second Eli was on top of the world. He was free. He had made it
through so much, but he was free.

Then the tingling set in. Right above his ass, a mark appeared.

"Strange, you got a tramp stamp in form of an arrow, saying `Dick Goes
Here'. This shouldn't have happened."

Eli sobbed uncontrollably.

A second later the tickling appeared again, this time in his dick. The tool
grew a good bit in length and girth. Now the cock ring caused constant
pulsing pain at the base that spread into the absurdly large rod as blood
got jammed inside its throbbing veins.

"I think," that attorney said slowly, "these are other marks that appear
because you assimilated Van's deal. Such simple marks like the tramp stamp
don't usually appear this late in the game, which makes me think the tasks
are confused about whether you succeed or fail, since Van failed this task
earlier in the game. The dick growth had to happen to bring you up to Van's
level. I don't think there are any more marks left that will come on their
own."

The attorney untied the boy's tongue, but before Eli could say a word, he
got the ring gag back. Then the tongue ropes were put in place again. He
hadn't even known how painful tongue torture could be. Finally, the
blinders came back.

Eli was utterly destroyed, physically and mentally. He would do anything to
end this torture.

"The last task is one where Van succeeded, so if you succeed too, it won't
be ambiguous. You have one more chance to survive. Let me help you to the
car, I have to look something up."


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One task to go. How tricky will this be for Eli? Did you enjoy his journey?