1 Name: Amber : 2009-02-03 10:38
Harley Quinn wasn't even the least bit afraid, even though she was alone in the dark alley at 2 AM. Mostly it was because she was drunk. She had just left a club after a night of flirting with straight boys on the dance floor. Besides stripping in front of a webcam, it was one of her favorite things to do. Her sexy, feminine body always lured them in, even when they knew that she was hiding a cock and balls underneath her skimpy clothes.
Tonight she was wearing a backless halter top that came awfully close to exposing her soft breasts, both from above and from the side, a black leather miniskirt, her favorite black skull-and-crossbones panties, and knee-high boots. She looked extremely sexy and knew it, along with all the tricks to show off just a little bit of panty at just the right time. But it had been a long night and now she was exhausted and on her way home... Until she was interrupted.
"Harley!" someone said, and she felt a tap on her shoulder. It wasn't her real name of course, but she was so famous on the internet that she'd gotten used to being called that even in real life. She spun around, a little surprised, and just barely got a glimpse of a Guy Fawkes mask before the mysterious stranger brought a knee up into her crotch. Her vulnerable balls got hit hard, and she stood there with a dumb look of surprise on her face as she slowly fell to her knees with her hands on her groin. Then something hit her on the back of the head, and everything went black.
When she came to and opened her eyes, she immediately wished she hadn't. The light made her head hurt even more than the combination of a hangover and the lump on her head. Slowly she got used to the brightness, and realized she had no idea where she was or how long it had been. The room was plain and unfurnished. All she could see was the same figure that had ambushed her last night, but something in the corner of her eye turned out to be a camera and tripod above her and to the left, recording her every move.
The Guy Fawkes mask was still there, covering a face framed by long hair. The body was female and, she hated to admit, very sexy, wearing nothing but a black bra and panties. It was a Femanon. "Finally you're up. Oh my, looks like you're a little cold."
That's when Harley realized she was nude. Right after that, she noticed she couldn't move. She was tied in a sitting position with her back to a wall, her arms above her head and her legs spread out to the sides. Her nipples were shriveled up in the open air, as was her cock. Her ball sack was still swollen from the kick, and it looked a little too red. Her instincts from camwhoring and porn kicked in, and she became instantly conscious of how the camera was taking in everything, from her facial expression to her exposed privates.
"What... Why? What do you want?" Harley asked, as her heart was beating faster and faster. This was a really dangerous situation, and she had to find a way out fast.
"Oh, you don't have to do anything," the Femanon said, and Harley could tell she was smirking. "I'm just gonna have fun at your expense, and you're gonna sit there and scream. Or don't bother, since nobody will hear you anyway."
"Why me?" Harley asked, with her eyes wide and looking a little like she was going to tear up.
"Because you're an attention whore." Femanon said with hate in her voice. "And I'm tired of seeing you all over 4chan. You're not even hot! I mean, look at your disgusting little dick... Why does everyone like you so much?" There was anger there, but also a bit of jealousy. Linetrap had to keep her mouth shut... The last thing she wanted was to piss her captor off more. "All right, hope you're ready, because it's time to get started."
The Femanon went to a table Harley hadn't noticed, far to the right. She couldn't see what was on top of it, but the Fawkes girl came back with two rubber bands. "First we've gotta get you ready for the main event," the girl said while stretching one out between the fingers of her right hand, then pulling it back with her left. She held it up to Linetrap's left nut and paused for a moment. Harley cringed, but nothing could have prepared her for the pain when the thick rubber band snapped down onto her testicle. The nut was smacked down against the floor and then bounced back up and down for a bit, each minor move causing the camwhore incredible amounts of pain. She felt like vomiting.
"Oh, don't look so hurt right now... That was just a preview," her torturer said. She grabbed the ball sack and pulled it away from Harley's body, preventing the ball from retreating up. The Femanon's other hand wrapped the band around the sack, then she let go. The balls were now trapped in the sack with nowhere to go.
The next thing the Femanon did was surprising... She started slowly stroking Linetrap's limp cock. Harley ignored it at first, but it felt nice, and soon she was surprised to see she had a raging hard-on.
"Look how quickly you get turned on, even after I smack your pathetic balls around," the girl snickered. "Of course, it might have something to do with the Viagra I fed you while you were asleep." She took the other rubber band and wrapped it around the base of Harley's cock twice, and the trap winced as the band snapped into place. "Too tight? Well of course, I want you hard for my video. Y'know, I bet if I left this on here a while, your cock would just shrivel up and fall off. Like some dumb farm animal's." The way she said it made Harley even more afraid, like her kidnapper was really considering the idea.
"Well, now you're ready," the Femanon said, and moved to the side. "Smile for the audience, whore!" Harley avoided looking at the camera, trying not to think about anyone seeing her like this. The girl was holding her balls in one hand and her cock in the other, placing them in plain view. Both were large and red. Then suddenly she let go of the cock, balled her hand into a fist, and drove it hard right into Linetrap's balls. Harley gasped as all the air flew out of her lungs, and she did her best to crumple into a fetal position, but the restraints wouldn't let her. She started sobbing.
"Oh christ, you're crying just after that?!" the girl exclaimed, and punched her victim's nuts again, her knuckles digging into the sensitive spheres. When that made Linetrap cry even harder, she jumped to her feet and stomped the poor trap's cock into the carpet, rubbing the skin raw against the rough floor. Finally she swung her foot back and kicked right into Harley's sack, driving the testicles up into her body and then back down to the floor. At this point the captive trap was struggling to breathe, her face was red, and her balls were swollen up to almost the size of a tennis ball. Deciding it was time to bring out the big guns, the Femanon went to the table and came back with several knitting needles.
Harley could do nothing but wheeze and gasp in agony as her body slowly recovered, and her torturer took her time, grabbing the trap's soft breasts and squeezing them, playing with the puffy white flesh. When Harley had calmed down enough to stay still, however, she gribbed the right breast in her hand and grabbed a needle with the other hand, slowly jabbing the tip into the soft skin. Linetrap began to groan, quietly at first, and then it turned into a whine as the needle penetrated the skin, plunging deep into the fat. The Femanon held the tit in place as she shoved the needle in, until finally it got shoved straight through the other side. Blood slowly dripped out of the wound. "That's one," she announced. "I've got four per breast right here. I don't want anyone to jerk off to these little lumps ever again."
Harley could do nothing but stare at her impaled tit and whine, then shut her eyes and grind her teeth each time the girl in the mask shoved another needle in. Playing with different angles and spots to shove them in, the Femanon took her sweet time impaling the trap's breasts on the cold plastic needles. When she was done, blood was dripping down Harley's ribcage, and her chest looked mutilated. Tugging on her nipples, the girl watched Linetrap's face contort in agony as the needles shifted in the sensitive flesh. Even with medical help, this trap would have scars marring her perfect breasts for a long, long time. Right now Harley couldn't even think, though, her face pale and her lips bleeding slightly from biting her lip. Tears covered her face and some had dripped down onto her chest. The Femanon left her there to recover for a bit as she got ready to finish her mission.
After an all-too-short period to catch her breath and try to ignore the horrendous pain her entire body was in, Harley was brought back to the present by a wet stinging sensation on her face. It was warm and it reeked, and Harley realized with disgust that her captor was pissing on her. The urine covered her face and then ran down her neck and chest, and she yelped as it seeped into the needle wounds and burned. Finally after a minute or so it stopped, and when the Femanon demanded that she open her eyes, she immediately followed the command. The girl was standing over her, now naked except for knee-high leather boots and of course the Guy Fawkes mask, holding her pussy lips wide. "Glad that brought you around," she giggled. "It's time for the second half of our little movie." Harley was suddenly reminded there was a camera recording everything that had happened... Oh god, the thought of people seeing her breasts get ruined was almost too much to bear.
"You don't look too happy," the Femanon taunted her. "Well I hope you're ready, because this is gonna be even worse for you. I'll ease you into it, though, so you better be thankful." Kneeling between Linetrap's legs, she lowered her head to the trap's dick, which was still hard and begging for attention. As she did so, she raised the mask slowly, making sure Harley and the camera couldn't see her face, but leaving her mouth free to wrap around the sore member. Harley gasped at her first bit of pleasure in a while, and began to moan lightly despite her best efforts.
Hearing the camwhore's pleasure and feeling the head of the cock throb in her mouth, the Femanon instantly bit down. Harley was suddenly yelping and crying out, but her tormenter got the shaft in between her molars and began slowly chewing on it, enjoying every sound that escaped the trap's lips when her teeth rubbed the poor cock raw. She made sure to cover each part of it in deep bite marks, then finally let up after a couple minutes of incredible torture. Looking at the bruised and damaged thing hanging between Harley's legs, the Femanon was impressed that she hadn't broken the skin. Reconsidering, she went back quickly to bite down hard with her front teeth, grinding and scraping a bit of skin off just behind the head. Linetrap let out a high-pitched squeal as her whole body struggled against the restraints, then she fell back down as the girl left her alone to whimper and sob.
When she was back on her feet, the kidnapper watched her plaything hang there with a disgusting purple and red thing hanging between her legs. "God, you really do sound like a girl," she muttered. "Hey, don't make me piss on you again!"
Harley slowly managed to raise her head, with her eyes puffy and pink and some drool dribbling down her chin. "Please... Pl-please let me go..." She sounded like she was begging for her life.
"So much like a girl," the Femanon said, staring at Linetrap's abused chest and privates. "Except for that one male part. If you didn't have a cock and balls, it would be totally fine. But no, for some reason all the guys are obsessed with your crotch. They start with you, then other dickgirls, and then soon enough normal girls just aren't good enough for them." The anger was rising in her voice with every word. "But I know how to fix it. You can't turn guys gay if you're no longer a man!"
Harley just stared, unable to think, running out of tears. The Fawkes girl stepped closer and through the mask her glaring eyes were visible. "Recognize these boots?! I bet you do," she demanded, and slowly Harley realized they were the ones she was wearing when she was kidnapped. Knee high black leather, with laces going all the way up the sides, and thick, rough soles. "Well these are the boots that are gonna ruin your manhood," she taunted, and brought one down slowly. Linetrap was helpless as the boot pinned her cock and both her balls underneath its thick leather, and she clenched her eyes and grit her teeth as the girl above her placed more and more weight on her abused privates. She whined and squealed, but there was just no strength and little breath left in her body. When the Femanon repositioned her boot to single out her right nut, though, she somehow managed to squeal louder, high-pitched inhuman noises coming out of her as her ball slowly got closer and closer to flat.
Suddenly the pressure went away for a moment, as the Femanon jumped off the ground slightly and lifted her back leg, putting all her weight on the one foot. As she came down, the pressure became too much and Linetrap's right testicle popped under the heavy boot. Harley's whole body tensed up, her eyes shot open, and she screamed. This was unimaginable pain. She frantically gasped and whimpered as the girl switched feet and balls, beginning to crush the left one.
"Nah, I wanna do something else," the Femanon said suddenly, and got off the trap's nuts to kneel between her legs again. Grapping the left nut in her right hand, and feeling how ridiculously swollen it was, she decided she wanted to feel it explode. She mashed it around in the palm of her hand for a bit, getting it ready, then looked Linetrap straight in the eyes and clenched her fist as hard as she could. The nut held for a moment under the intense pressure, so she dug her fingernails in as hard as she could, and felt a satisfying pop as the testicle became mush. And she smiled right in Harley's face as the trap screamed at the pain of losing her balls.
"So how does it feel to have a sack full of mush?" she asked tauntingly once the screaming died down. Taking the battered ball sack in both her hands and mashing up the remaining bits of testicle, she enjoyed Linetrap's screams at every touch. "Yeah, that's what I thought, bitch. Well, you just stay here a moment and I'll take care of everything." She stood up, paused for a moment, and kicked Harley in what remained of her balls. While Harley was busy screaming in pain again, she walked over to the table and picked up her last tool, a six-inch steak knife. Harley could barely see straight, but somehow managed to make out what the girl was coming back with, and tried to struggle. Her attempts were pathetic after so much exhaustion and agony.
Grabbing Linetrap's cock and balls in her left hand and holding the knife underneath the base with her right, the Femanon gave her victim one last look. "Say goodbye to trapdom, and smile at the camera," she said, and sawed upwards, first through the ball sack and then through the shaft of the cock. All that she left was two bloody circles on Harley's body where she used to have genitals, but now there wasn't even a stump. Harley's squeals were inhuman and disgusting, and she looked like she was having a seizure. She looked like she was about to black out, so the Fawkes girl hurried up, placing the battered cock and destroyed balls in a Ziploc bag and grabbing her camera.
"Don't worry," she told the destroyed trap sitting pitifully on the floor in a pool of blood and urine. "Someone will come in and find you in an hour or so. You'll be all over 4chan by then. I'll make sure they get to see everything. After all... It's the last time your cock will ever get posted there." Dangling the baggie in front of Linetrap's face, she laughed and walked out the door, leaving Harley alone in agony.