Black Widow

It was dark and you opened your eyes, but something prevented you from seeing. The last thing you remembered was chatting to a pretty redhead in a bar. You couldn't remember what had happened, but you could feel your hands tied to the back of the chair you were sitting in, your ankles tied to the legs of the chair. And when you tried to open your mouth, a plaster prevented you from doing so.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps, someone was coming. She removed the scarf that was blocking your view, and you were blinded by the light, only able to make out the silhouette of a woman in front of you.

You received a powerful slap as the woman removed the plaster from your mouth and spoke:

"Wake up!

-Where am I? Who are you?

-I'm the only one asking questions here," she said, giving you another slap.

-HELP ME!" you shouted.

The woman then grabbed your head and **** something into your mouth to stop you screaming. Your vision was clear again, and you could recognize the redheaded woman who had come to talk to you last night. She was now dressed in an ultra-sexy tight-fitting black jumpsuit.

Who was she? What did she want? You tried to spit out the thing she'd put in your mouth, but when you pressed lightly on it you felt something wet come out and a horrible taste invade your mouth. The woman then began her interrogation:

"First of all, you should know that no one can hear you in here, so there's no need to shout. I can remove the sock I put in your mouth, but you must promise not to scream. If I were you, I'd agree, because I'm so hot in this suit that I can even wring out my sock in the evening because I sweat so much. And from the look on your face, I assume you've already had the chance to have a little taste."

You nodded to let her know that you wouldn't shout anymore. She then removed the sock that was gagging you. Unfortunately for you, the taste of her sweaty feet remained in your mouth.

She resumed:

"I want to know where your boss is.

-I don't know."

You were slapped across the face again. You couldn't answer her, your boss would kill you if he found out you'd revealed his location. The woman then warned you:

"If you don't talk I'll have to use methods much less pleasant for you.

-If I talk, I'm a dead man.

-if you don't talk you won't be a man anymore."

What did she mean by that? What did she have in mind? You didn't want to die, but you didn't want to lose your balls either.

"Where is he?

-please don't, I can't tell you, please don't hurt me."

She then pulled down your pants and grabbed your balls in one hand and prepared to strike with her other fist.

"Tell me!

-no please, please don't!

When you refused to speak, she struck your balls, making you cry out in pain.

"Oh that must hurt! Speak up and I'll leave some shells alone.

-I can't, please I beg you!"

She then struck even harder, this time giving three blows. Tears began to stream down your face as you cried out in pain, trying to break your bonds.

Faced with your obstinacy, the gorgeous redhead turned and fetched a pair of pliers connected to a battery by cables. You immediately understood what she was going to do. You began to panic as she hooked the clamps to your balls.

"No wait, I'll talk! He's in New York!

-Where in New York?

-I've already told you enough, please let me go!

-Wrong answer!"

She then sent a first shock, the pain unbearable. She finally stopped, you couldn't take it anymore, so you told her everything you knew.

Black Widow was entirely satisfied, but seemed a little disappointed at the same time, so she removed the pliers and went to put them away. But when she returned to you, she had a new object in her hands.

"Well, I'm glad you've revealed everything, but you see, the others don't usually talk until round 3, and I'd still like to show you what you nearly escaped.

-What? No, please, I told you all, let me go, you promised.

-I never made such a promise, and to tell you the truth you already told me everything last night when you were completely drunk.

-What? Then why put me through it?

-To be sure! And because I enjoy watching men beg me not to hurt their little balls."

She then walked over to you, she now had a ball press in her hands. She then placed it on your genitals, as you begged her to let you go.

She then began to tighten the press, and you felt your balls being crushed little by little. She brought her face close to yours and licked a tear from your cheek, then whispered sensuously:

"Cry for me, beg me to spare your poor balls.

-Please, I beg you, spare my balls.

-Good boy."

You couldn't hold back your tears any longer, the pressure was so strong you could hardly breathe. She finally stopped the press, leaving a small space for your balls, then covered your eyes and put her sock back in your mouth.

"Don't worry about your balls, I left enough space for them to survive. I'll go and check your information now, if it's true some people will find you soon enough.

But if it's false... I guess you can say goodbye to your balls for good! In the meantime, my sock should provide you with enough liquid to survive until then."

You then heard her walk away, leaving you tied up and balls crushed with only a sweaty sock in your mouth to survive.