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~ Wicked ~
Gazing down in wonderful delight at their prize, two women stand at opposite sides of a wooden table.
Their prize lays spread eagle with beads of sweat forming on his nude body, from his struggling against the metal shackles that are firmly attached around his ankles and wrists, holding him to the wooden table.
“Mr. Eminem you’re about to pay for your wicked rhymes.” The first woman whispers into his ear, as he continues to struggle against the cold metal shackles, as the second woman places two metal clamps roughly on his nipples.
Eminem arches his back in pain, as the clamps are tightened then pulled and twisted a little, as devilishly laughter from the two women fills the air.
Eminem tries to yell out in anger mixed with pain, but duck tape securely attached to his mouth filtering it to moans.
“Oh . . . does it hurt?” The first woman’s coldly asks, as she grabs the clamps and gives them a sharp tug.
“We’re going to have so much fun.” The first woman comments, as she moves from her position at his ear and walks over to a table that’s been prepared with an array of adult toys, as the second woman runs her long finger nails down his muscular chest, as he tries again to yell out as he struggles against the bonds that hold him.
“Now . . . Now . . . Mr. Eminem if you don’t stop struggling and obey us. Will have no choice but to let are guest over there have a turn.” The first woman explains, as she picks up a vinyl love leash from the table and swings it around playfully as she walks back to the table.
Cold shiver runs through Eminem’s nude body, as he wonders how the fuck he ended up here and how many women are actually in the room, but quickly realizes that something is being applied to his cock and balls with cold hands, and it twitches from the contact.
“I guess you would get over your homophobic ways, if we let are guest have his turn.” The first woman seductively states, as the second woman runs her right hand over his forehead wiping the sweat, but is very cautions not to come in contact with the blindfold, as the first woman applies the love leash, as his breathing becomes very labored.
“How’s that feel Mr. Eminem?” The first woman smugly asks with a evil laugh, as she gives the leash a firm pull with her left hand, as her right hand smoothly runs over the duck tape on his mouth, and he defiantly turns his head away from her voice and touch.
“LOOK! You will Obey Me! Or else!” The first woman firmly states, as she roughly grabs Eminem’s chin and forces his head backwards, as she motions the guest to come to the table, as Eminem’s heart begins to race.
“He can’t look. You have him blindfolded.” The second woman dumb founditly states with a giggle, as the guest walks up to the end of the table at Eminem’s feet.
“Go ahead. He can’t hurt you, he’s kinda of tied up at the moment.” The first woman jokily states, as she looks into the eyes of the guest and sees totally fear.
“I think we should take the blindfold off. I like his baby blue eyes.” The second woman says, as Eminem’s whole body starts to squirm and his breathing becomes erratic, as the guests shaky hand comes in contact with his bare foot and softly caress, and Eminem can definitely tell it’s a mans hand.
The first woman rushes over to the table and grabs a whip and snaps it through the air several times, sending a cold cracking echo through the air, as the guest quickly sits back down in his corner, as the second woman grabs the clamps on Eminem’s nipples and gives a few painful tugs, and he quits struggling but his breathing continues to be uncontrollable.
The first woman motions the second lady to move, and she cracks the whip hard across Eminem’s bare chest, leaving a red welt mark across his lower stomach, as moans of pain come from him but he struggles with himself not to move.
The first woman cracks the whip across his chest several more times, as Eminem continues to moan in excruciating pain at the whips contact with his bare skin, but tries desperately not to move.
“Wait!” The second woman yells out, as she holds up her hands for the first woman to stop with the whip.
“Let’s not get carried away. I haven’t seen a chest this well built in a while, I don’t want it marked up.” The second woman states as she runs her hands seductively over Eminem’s muscular chest, then lightly caressing the welts with her hands before replacing with her wet tongue and licking the welts, as a loud moan comes from him.
The second woman slowly works her way down his lower stomach beginning to suck and lick more intensely the lower she gets, as the first woman drops the whip and walks back over to the table and glances down at her choices of toys, but notices out of the corner of her eye, that the guest is now masturbating his very small penis.
The second woman takes hold of the love leash and gives a few gently tugs, as she comes in eye contact with Eminem’s cock laying on his stomach, and notices it’s definitely not awake.
“Come on Sweetie, we need him awake.” The second woman seductively whispers as she moves to Eminem’s ear, as she gives the love leash a few more tugs this time a little harder, as she begins to nibble on his ear.
“As much as you talk about your dick. I though it was something to see.” The first woman comments, as she chooses the penis stimulator and smiles, as she walks back over to the table.
“This should wake him.” The first woman states, as she walks back over to the table, and starts placing the penis stimulator on his cock, placing the bullet close to the head, then tighten the rings, as Eminem squirms.
“Sshh . . . It’s just to help you, it’s not going to hurt.” The second woman calmly whispers into Eminem’s ear, as she tenderly caresses his chest with her right hand and his head with her left, while intensely watching her friend place the stimulator on his limp cock, which twitches several times from her touch.
Eminem’s mind battles for control over his body that wants to respond to the hands on his cock, and the soft hands that’s caressing his chest and head.
The first woman looks at the second woman with disgust and motions her to the other side of the room where the guest is still masturbating his small penis.
“What are you doing? We’re suppose to be torturing him NOT babying him.” The first woman whispers, as the second woman gets a very surprised look.
Eminem desperately tries to calm his cock from its reaction to something snuggly attached to it, as he tries to hear the conversation between the two women.
“Am not! I just didn’t expect him to be so well built! I’ve never had anything that nice. It makes feeling . . . . . . . feelings I thought I lost . . . many years ago.” The second woman defensively states, as the first woman gets a concern look.
“Just don’t forget the purpose of this!” The first woman firmly states, as she grabs chains and locks from the table, and looks down at the man sitting in the chair masturbating, and shakes her head in disgust.
“We need to get him off the table, so the punishment can begin.” The first woman states, as she walks back over to the table, as the second woman follows, as Eminem’s body tenses from the comment.
“You’ve had plenty of time to rest, now lets have some fun.” The first woman sarcastically states, as she hands two of the chains and one of the locks to the second woman, and then starts to connect the other two to the shackles on his wrists, as the second woman connects her two chains to the shackles on his ankles.
“We’re about to move you. Don’t get any dumb ideals about trying to escape. It’s useless.” The first woman strongly warns, as she looks at the second woman to see if she’s ready.
“Okay, am going to unlock your left wrist and attach it to the right. Then she’ll attach your ankles together.” The first woman explains but stops, when she realizes she didn’t turn on the penis stimulator.
“We didn’t turn on his new toy.” The first woman comments, as she reaches over and grabs the remote and turns it on, as Eminem fights to keep his composure, but begins to squirm from the sensation on his cock.
The woman smile at each other as they connect his arms then his ankles together, and notice that the stimulator is doing it’s job nicely, as Eminem’s breathing again becomes erratic, as his cock is becoming harder and harder.
“I’m going to let go of your hands and you’re going to sit up slowly and slowly place your hands behind your head. One wrong move and we’ll let our guest have his way with you.” The first woman wickedly explains, as every muscles in Eminem’s body freezes and he stops breathing.
“You didn’t have a heartache on us did you?” The second woman says with concern, as she shakes his leg, trying to get him to breathe, and he exhales but his breathing is dangerously erratic.
“Calm down! Most likely there’s going to be nothing left of you, when we’re done. So your male friend over there probably won’t get a turn. That’s if you don’t piss us off.” The first woman sarcastically states with an evil laugh.
“Now back to business. You’re going to sit up and put your hands slowly behind your head.” The first woman explains, as she nudges his shoulders for him to move and he slowly tries to sit up but crashes hard back against the table, at the sudden rush in his head from lying so long, and his massive erection he now has from the stimulator.
The first woman pulls Eminem’s hands and arms up and places them on his chest, and then both woman move to opposite sides of the table at his shoulders, as he continues to breath erratic and sweat pours from him.
The two women help him to a sitting position and the first woman grabs his calves and turns him, so now his legs are dangling from the table.
“Do you think you can stand?” The second woman asks, as the first woman grabs the love leash and battery pack from the penis stimulator, as Eminem shakes his head no.
“Damn! Your suppose to attach this to the mans boxers.” The first woman jokily states with a wicked laugh, as she glances over at the table, for an ideal of what to do with it.
“Grab me the duck tape.” The first woman says to the second woman, and she quickly grabs it, as Eminem crunches over as his stomach does several flip-flops, almost falling from the table before the second woman grabs him and holds onto him.
“Put your hands behind your head.” The first woman instructs, as she tears several pieces of duck tape from the roll, as Eminem struggles to cough and breath.
Eminem struggles to do as he’s told, but finds it difficult to maneuver his wrists that can only be pulled apart a short distances, as every muscle in his body is screaming out in pain, as he tries to keep his mind anywhere but where his body is.
While the first woman duck tapes the battery pack securely to his lower abdomen, as the second woman traces the outline of the Eminem tattoo on his arm with her fingernail.
Both women on each side of him pull him to his feet and the first woman pulls on the love leash, leading him to a wall on the other side of the room.
Eminem finds walking in the shackles difficult, but it takes his mind back to the night at the bar when he was arrested, taking his mind away for only a spilt second, when he’s stopped and feels his wrists being pulled above his head and being attached to something.
The women secure the chains from his shackled wrists to a swivel hook above his head, but leave his ankles still shackled together but not attached to anything.
The first woman walks over to the table after Eminem is secured to the swivel hook and deliberates over her choices of weapons for his punishment, as the second woman feverishly massages his tense shoulders, then works her way down his back along his thighs and finally his ass, as the heat builds between her legs her lips start kissing and sucking on his shoulder blade, as Eminem’s head drops forward, as he moans in pleasure from her hot touch.
The first woman walks over to them, after choosing a paddle that’s about 14’ X 3” wide covered on one side in a black smooth leather and the other side covered in a leopard fur print, and watches her friend grin her body against Eminem’s, pressing him against the wall, as her tongue and lips work their way sensual over his back and ass.
She slowly works her way over to them and caresses her friends back as she continues to sensual work on Eminem’s back. A electric force of heat that she feels from her friends body instantly makes her clit wet, and her hands start to work on removing her friends skirt, when it drops freely to the floor she softly pulls her from his back and removes her sweater, then pulls her tightly into her arms, as their breathing becomes uneven.
Eminem painfully moans and leans his head against the cold wall, when he feels her lips and hands leave his hot aching for release body, as every sense in his body cries out in a mixture of pain, need and total exhaustion.
“Ssshh . . . I have to do what I came here to do. But I’ll make sure he’s still alert enough for your needs . . . I promise.” The first woman sincerely states, as she slightly pulls away so she can see her friends face, and tenderly pushes her hair from her face and gives her a reassuring smile, before she picks the paddle up from the floor and walks over to Eminem who’s trying to control his breathing.
“Mr. Eminem this is for every wicked rhyme that you’ve every rapped!” The first woman yells out in anger, as the paddle’s leather side roughly smacks against his bare ass and he moans out in pain, as he desperately tries to free himself.
“And this for every poor innocent person you’ve every insulted!” The first woman yells out in even more anger, as she cracks the paddle against his bar ass again, as the second woman walks over to the other side of the room, trying desperately to block out his moans of pain and her friends built up anger.
“For the violence that you promote!” The first woman screams out at the top of her lungs, as she swings the paddle again with all the power from the bottled up anger deep within her, and the powerful blow crashes Eminem’s now weak body against the wall, as he moans in excruciating pain.
“This is for the monster that you are!” The First woman screams as she struggles to breath as she pulls the paddle back, but the second woman grabs it from her hand and gives it a toss across the floor.
“ENOUGH!” The second woman hysterically screams, and then she rushes over and gently swings a very limp body around with tears in her eyes, as the first woman collapses to the floor crying uncontrollably.
She removes the clamps from his nipples and tenderly kisses each one, then closes her eyes as she pulls the duck tape holding the battery pack from his abdomen and quickly licks and kisses at the redness it’s caused. Then slowly she removes the penis stimulator from his now limp cock and throws it, sending it crashing against the wall, then finally the love leash.
She gently kisses his nipples again, as her shaky hand slowly wraps around his magnificent cock, which gets no response. Nervously she pulls the duck tape from his mouth and passionately kisses him, and it’s obvious by the taste that he’s bitten his lip or tongue, but she continues to passionately kiss and suck on his bottom lip trying to get him to open his mouth.
“Oh God Please Forgive Me For What I’ve Done!” She cries out, as he doesn’t respond to her touch and she rests her head on his chest.
“I need to see what you look like first.” Eminem struggles to sarcastically whisper in a hoarse voice, as her head shoots up from his chest and smiles as she reaches for the blindfold, but is quickly jerked away from Eminem by the guest.
The guest swings her around to face him, and automatically gets on his knees and grabs her right leg.
“PLEASE! PLEASE! DON’T! He’ll kill me!” The guest pathetically pleads with her as he starts crying uncontrollably, as she glances at her friend who continues to cry uncontrollably in the same spot she collapsed.
The woman pushes the guest from her leg roughly and he falls to his ass crying, as she looks down at the fag and smiles to herself, as her mind agrees with Eminem that he is a thirty six year old bald headed fag. She then rushes over to Eminem and slowly pulls and gently takes the blindfold from his eyes, and comes eye to eye with those baby blue eyes that she has secretly lusted after for over a year, that are now bloodshot and glassy, and then tenderly places her shaky hand on his cheek, as she moves in to kiss him.
Eminem’s eyes squint from the bright light but come into focus with Tipper Gore standing directly in front of him, then scan the room to see Ms. Cheney and Moby crying uncontrollably in each other’s arms on the floor.
Marshall’s frightened, sweaty body fights with the blankets that cover him but comes to a crashing halt as he falls from the bed to the hard floor, wakening him from his nightmare.
“DAMN IT!” Marshall yells out in total confusion, as he fights to break free from the blankets and sheet, as he struggles to breath.
Marshall breaks free from the blankets and jumps to his feet but falls to the bed when his legs won’t support him. He quickly sits up sending a head rush from hell to his already throbbing head, but jumps to his feet and paces around like a raving lunatic, as thoughts of his dream run through his head.
Marshall rushes to the bathroom and splashes cold water on his face, and as he straightens up and glances into the mirror he swears he sees duck tape on his mouth, as his breathing becomes erratic, he rushes back into the bedroom and grabs the phone, and pushes 9 1 1.
“MOTHERFUCKER! BRING A FUCKIN STRAIGHT JACKET! MOTHERFUCKIN NOW!” Marshall hysterical screams into the phone, as a voice comes onto the line, as he starts to hyperventilate, and then passes out.
In the Looney Bin for several months and making no progress, because Marshall constantly insisting to be heavily sedated every time he becomes conscious, to abate the heinous images of his nightmare from his mind.
But Not Today!
Marshall slowly sits up in the bed and looks around the patted room.
“Get grip Marshall, today is the Motherfuckin’ Day!” Marshall eerily says to himself, as he slowly reaches for the phone.
Marshall instructs the person on the other end of the phone to have Moby KILLED.
“Just in case it wasn’t a dream!” Marshall thinks to himself with an evil smile then instructs the person to send Tipper Gore a dozen black long steam roses with a card attached that simply reads “Guess Whos Back”, and then hangs up the phone.
Marshall then calmly takes a few deep breaths and dials the phone again and patiently waits for a woman’s voice to answer.
“Guess Whos Back, Back Again! Shady’s Back! Tell A Friend!” Marshall evilly screams into the phone, as he hysterically jumps up and down on the bed, and then hangs up.
Marshall lies back down in the bed and smiles wickedly to himself, as the words he just said run through his head.
“MMMM! Guess whos back, back again Shady’s back, tell a friend.” Marshall raps out loud and then wickedly laughs, as thoughts of making it into a song rolls freely through his mind.
“And I’ll call it THE EMIN$M SHOW” Marshall happily states out loud to himself, as he gets up from the bed and searchers through a desk in the room for paper and pencil.
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