Torturess and Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge

[remmy]

A long long long time ago, maybe in the mid 1990's, there was a person named "Torturess" who posted a long story called "Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge" on alt.sex.stories. She later had a geocites site dedicated to orgasm denial, but it was taken down, and she was so upset that she stopped posting altogether. Someone using a different name is selling the story on Amazon.

I was just wondering if anyone had any of her work or knew anything about her. I also wonder if she knows someone is selling her old story, or if it is her. Thank you!

Here is the best part of the story...

Marie's eyes widened as she focused on Bob's penis. "Holy shit! Look at his cock!" I looked down and couldn't believe my eyes. Bob's tortured cock seemed twice as big as when it was normally erect and it was deep purple. His nuts were incredibly engorged and looked as if they were about to explode. The straps were digging into his male apparatus and they looked as if they would break skin any minute. Bob's breathing was very fast and shallow. Obviously, we took him well over the edge with our last little torture session and now he was in a state that could require hospitalization if we didn't move fast. Marie saw no hurry. She walked up to him with a big smile on her face. "Does that hurt, Bobby?", she teased as she ran her fingers up his inner thigh. "Marie, I think we should remove the cock harness", I recommended. "We don't want his little pecker to fall off."
"I guess you're right, Heather. But not yet." I walked over to Bob and was just about to remove the leather straps when Marie stopped me, "Wait", she said. I just want to savor this moment a little longer." With that, Marie wet her lips and started to gently suck on the head of Bob's twisted cock. "Oh, you're sooooo cruel Marie!", I laughed. I look up into Bob's eyes as he wordlessly looked to me for mercy... imploring me with his eyes to make her stop. "That's good, Bobby", I said coldly and softly. "I like that expression on your face. It tells me that you finally understand what's happening here. It tells me that you are learning the bitter taste of total defeat." Bob looked away toward the door, with tears welling up in his eyes, biting his lower lip.
Meanwhile, Marie kept sucking and licking the head of a cock that would never come. "That's it, honey", I quietly taunted. "Cry like a little baby. That's what we're here for. To make you cry." Bob lurched his head back and looked straight up at the ceiling, letting out a loud, wavering sob. "Ooohhh... stop. Pleeeeeeease." Marie finally stopped, smiled, and slid a finger up Bob's ass. When he moved his hips in response, he wretched from the pain below his waist. I knew it was finally time to undo the cock harness... if for no better reason than to avoid getting puked on.
Smiling at the satisfaction of seeing Bob's cock twisted like a piece of beef jerky, I ran my finger over his taught scrotum to the snap at the base of his balls. Just for one last kick, I gave his bag a squeeze...causing him to violently throw his head back, hitting the wall. Giggling to myself, I unsnapped the wicked straps and removed the harness. Seeing Bob's cock free for the first time in many hours, I simply couldn't resist the temptation to stroke it oh so lightly. Not surprisingly, Bob still winced in abject agony. "I think we should tie him spread-eagle again and go for a swim", said Marie.