Overpowered Men

Chapter Seven: One Last Guess

Chapter Seven: One Last Guess

I woke up on the day of my first guess from a nightmare where I was strapped to a frame with my legs spread and my wife was walking toward me with something that looked like a bolt cutter in her hands. That was going to be my reality if my brain didn’t come up with the right name.

She had given me three more hints over the past three days that had been of questionable help. I knew for sure from her previous hint that it didn’t start with ‘N’ and now I was pretty sure that I could stay away from ‘E’ and ‘K’. Yesterdays hint had scared me because she told me that, in addition to her choice being clever, it was a real registered horse name. I knew that real horse names couldn’t have blatant s****l innuendos in them so that did eliminate choices like ‘Hump No More’ and ‘Balls R Gone’ but there were millions of horse names.

She sauntered in around mid-morning and hitched me for our morning ride. The strange thing about my past week here is that even though I hated her for what she had done and what she was going to do I still loved her. Maybe it was just c*m backing up into my brain but I still wanted her and looked forward to the stop on the way to the pond when I got to kneel between her legs and pleasure her.

When we arrived at the pond there were seven other ponies tethered under the trees and seven women frolicking in the pond. Instead of leaving me by the trees with the rest of the beasts she unhitched me and had me kneel next to the blanket on the grass. The women stopped their play and moved onto the blanket in front of me. Normally that much naked female flesh in such close proximity would have driven me wild but I knew what was coming and I was scared.

“Well, Jack,” my wife teased, “it’s time for your first guess and since most of these women know what your new name is they wanted to be in on the action. I’m going to make this simple. I will start through the alphabet slowly and when I get to the letter that you think it starts with nod and we’ll go from there. Do you understand?”

I nodded and she started droning through the alphabet. I stopped her right away on the letter ‘C’.

“Jack,” she laughed, “sometimes you are so clever!”

I didn’t know if she was teasing me or really meant it but I was committed.

“Okay, Jack,” she purred, “there are four real horse names that come to mind that start with the letter ‘C’. I’m going to say them and then you can tell me if one of them is one you were thinking of and then we’ll pick one. ‘Carol’s Pearl’, ‘Carol’s Treasures’, ‘Carol’s Jewel’ and ‘Captive Audience’. Is one of those your guess?”

“s**t,” I thought, “I hadn’t thought of the ‘Pearl’ one at all.” I nodded my head yes.

“Okay, now is it number one… two… three…”

I nodded my head at number three.

“Jack,” she exclaimed, “I’m so proud of you. Thinking of the fact that the original bet was for only one ball and using my name. Wow!”

A wave of relief washed over me. My nightmare was over. I was going home. I was going to get to make love to my wife again. I was…

“Jack,” my wife said wickedly, “when I said I was proud of you I meant for being so clever. I didn’t mean you were right. In fact, just to help you for the next guess I’ll tell you that it doesn’t even start with the letter ‘C’.”

My despair amused the group and my wife basked in the glow. When the chattering had died down she dragged me to my feet and pulled me toward the trees.

“I have a special treat for you today, Jack,” she said.

She led me to a bench that was hidden behind the trees, pushed me to my knees and clipped my leash to the foot rest.

“You are on p***y duty today,” she chuckled, “and I better get good reports or I’m taking away one of your guesses.”

The parade of p***y began right away and continued until each of the women had a turn at using my mouth. Last in line was Carmen who, with the typical impatience of youth, wasn’t happy that my reins held my head back from driving deep into her cunt. She unclipped them so that I could reach her better and when she left she forgot to refasten them. I was free!

I crawled slowly away from the bench and into the thicket behind it where I got to my feet and quietly moved away. It was ten minutes before I heard noises indicating that my absence had been discovered.

“Dammit, Jack,” my wife’s voice screeched, “you better get your ass back here right now!”

I kept running and the sounds of their pursuit got fainter. There was no way I was going back to that hell. I felt that if I could keep moving and stay free for at least a day I would be able to work myself to some sort of civilization. Surely I could find people who would be shocked by my plight and set me free. I hid out for a while until sunset and then walked through the night toward a faint glow on the horizon that I assumed was city lights. I found a hole early in the morning and spent the day on edge worrying that I would be discovered. I walked through the second night but my lack of water and food was taking a toll on my body.

Early the next morning I came upon a paved road. It didn’t look very traveled and I knew I’d have to be very careful about who I stopped in case it was one of the women searching for me. A few cars passed but they had women drivers and I didn’t dare chance it. Late in the morning salvation appeared in the form of a police cruiser. I stepped into the road in front of it. It screeched to a stop and the trooper got out.

“My god,” the trooper said, “what in the hell…?”

I walked up and shook my head and made grunting sounds but the message I tried to convey about removing my bit didn’t seem to register.

“Get in the car,” the trooper said, “and we’ll get you to where we can sort this out.”

I climbed into the back seat and slouched down so as not to be seen by anyone we might pass. My relief was palpable. I was saved. I was going back to real life. I must have dozed off as the slamming of the car door woke me. Then I heard Glenda’s voice and my world collapsed.

“Hi, Mabel,” Glenda said, “what brings you out here?”

“Lose something?” she asked laughingly.

“What do you mean?”

Trooper Mabel opened the rear door and gestured to me crouching in the back.

“I found this pony wandering about ten miles from here,” she said, “and I assumed it was one of yours.”

“Welcome back, Jack,” Glenda said icily. “You are going to be one sorry son-of-a-bitch.”

My wife joined the party and they dragged me from the vehicle and into the exercise room of the barn. There were rows of folding chairs facing a metal frame that I was strapped into with my legs spread wide apart and my head down between my legs. My balls were hanging only a foot from my face.

“You weren’t here yesterday for your guess, Jack,” my wife whispered, “so you forfeited it. You have one chance left. We are all going to meet right after lunch and if you guess wrong I’m taking those things. Think hard, Jack.”

When the ladies gathered several hours later I had my guess ready but didn’t hold out much hope. My wife started through the alphabet and when I nodded at the letter ‘J’ I could tell by the reaction of the crowd that I had hit the right letter.

“Goddammit, ladies!” my wife screeched. “Are you trying to help him win?”

Silence descended on the room. I was thrilled. I was close. A faint twinkle of hope had returned.

“Okay, Jack,” she purred, “thanks to my friends here you know you have the right letter and to give you a chance I’m going to only give you four names to choose from, even though there are hundreds of horse names that start with Jack. But first a little incentive.”

Looking between my legs I could see her approaching me with a strange device. It looked like a very large pair of pliers that opened backwards stretching what appeared to be a thick hair tie into about a two inch square opening. She let my balls fall through the opening and then let go of the handles causing the band to snap tight around my nut sack. It hurt like hell.

“This is an elastrator, Jack, and I just used it to put a band on your balls. You have maybe an hour for me to cut it off before it won’t make any difference anymore. Now, the names.”

I tried to pay attention but the pain and the thought of what was happening to my balls was interfering with my concentration. When she got to the counting I had lost track of exactly which number was my guess. I nodded my head at number four and I could tell by the clapping and shouting that somehow I had gotten it right. Thank god the nightmare was over.

My wife crouched down between my legs with a scalpel that I assumed was to remove the band. She looked at me with the horribly cruel smile I had seen her display before and moved the blade to just below the band.

“You didn’t really think I was going to let you go, did you?” she snickered as she rested the blade on my flesh.

I passed out.