Part Two
She reached a hand into each boot and withdrew a pair of gleaming steel
instruments. In her right hand she held a knife with a wicked looking
curved six inch blade and in her left a four pronged fork with each
prong about four inches long.
"I expect I shall win our little contest and when I make you come I
will slit your sack and pin your balls to the block while you are in
the midst of your orgasm. The agony will be quite indescribable."
She sheathed her weapons then squatted down with her cunt inches from
his face and continued to taunt him.
"Look at the pussy your unworthy cock will soon enter. Do you think you
are man enough to satisfy it? I think not! But you may keep your balls
a few minutes longer if you suck it!"
With that she reversed herself so she faced Alan's feet, then straddled
his head between her legs and pressed her crotch down onto his face.
She was on hands and knees and she worked her hips back and forth,
exhorting him to service her.His efforts displeased her and she pressed
a sharp fingernail against his distended scrotum and snarled.
"I'll take them now if you don't get serious!"
She passed the fingernail across his sack and he flinched and half
screamed into her bush. He realized she hadn't cut him yet and
commenced to serve her more satisfactorily if Viper's sudden sigh of
pleasure was any indication.
She tensed slightly and her head lolled from side to side as her
arousal heightened. She now had total command of him and gave a sharp
downward bounce of her hips as a signal to Alan to pick up the pace and
he responded accordingly. It seemed Alan was no stranger to serving
women in this way.
Bob glanced toward the audience and saw each woman now had her slave on
his knees before her, his face buried deep in her crotch. The reason
for the shape of the chair seats was now obvious. It allowed the
mistress to sit upright and watch the proceedings intently while
allowing the slave easy access to her loins. Some women grasped the
hair of their slaves tightly, pressing their faces hard into their
oozing womanhood while others held the chair arms in a white knuckled
grip as their excitement at the spectacle mounted.
Viper was taking her sweet time. She shifted herself onto her knees and
placed her anus over Alan's mouth and, from her response, it was clear
his tongue had slid home. She enjoyed the analingus for a few minutes,
fondling herself as she did so and then shifted her position again so
Alan could serve her clit. She bounced to urge him on and her splendid
rippling muscles stood out in bold relief as her body became taut with
her building ardor. She bounced again, and when Alan's efforts
disappointed her she passed her nail again across his sack in warning ,
forcing his maddening dilemma upon him. He could slack and lose his
balls now or hasten her orgasm and still hasten his unpleasant fate.
Viper was now on the brink of her climax and she bounced down hard
twice in quick succession by way of demanding immediate orgasm. Alan
redouble his efforts in spite of himself and suddenly her body clenched
all the tighter, then convulsed and writhed spasmodically as an inhuman
hissing snarl of ecstasy and triumph burst from her. Several more
surges passed through her and she relished each one with animal sounds
as glistening sweat gushed from her pores making her delectable flush
sparkle. With one final deep gasp her head flopped forward between her
arms and she relaxed, breathing deeply and quivering.
For a minute or too she remained there on hands and knees, head down,
her snatch still pressed over Alan's face. Then she snapped back to the
business at hand and turned her attention to Alan's member. It was
limp, shriveled and seemed drawn inward in a self protective way. She
began fondling him artfully and took some of the slackness out of him
but only succeeded in making him half hard. With a resigned shrug as if
saying"What a girl must do for the cause!" she bent down and took him
in her mouth. Her artistry at this was no less than at other carnal
arts and soon Alan, despite his moans of mingled protest and pleasure,
grew to his full, thick ten inches.
Viper looked to the audience, winked and mockingly licked her chops,
then shifted her hips forward to align Alan's member with her sacred
tunnel. With a downward roll of her pelvis she engulfed him and he gave
a groan of mingled delight and despair.
She squatted stock still over him, enfolding the entire length of his
shaft within her. But Alan squirmed in an agony of pleasure
nonetheless. It seemed her body was so tuned and trained in the
venereal arts that her practiced pussy could bestow it's own maddening
caresses upon a penis while she remained outwardly motionless.
She commenced a vertical motion, passing her sweet inner walls over his
length and kneading him with her muscled vagina the while. With casual
ease she took Alan to the brink, then backed off as he panicked and
began sobbing, thinking the cruel knife was already sweeping toward
him.
But Viper was in no hurry. This was merely a demonstration of her total
mastery of her victim and a way of letting him know that he should not
delude himself.
But Alan put up a mighty show of resistance nonetheless, clenching his
teeth and his loins, hoping to stem the flood should it seek to
overwhelm the dike. Viper toyed with him mercilessly, taking him again
and again to the edge. Despite his terror and resolve to resist his
body responded in typical male fashion and his balls began to ache
horribly at their denial of release. The blueballs added to his
convoluted torment making him long for relief while at the same time
fighting it.
Viper's leisurely pace had another motive. She wanted to build properly
toward her own satisfying climax. Her approach had been measured and
deliberate but now an urgent need was building in her as well. Sweat
ran in rivulets down her breasts and thighs and back and her breath now
came in short gasps between clenched teeth.
She took him to the razor's edge once more then relaxed and breathed
deeply as a wicked smile crossed her face. All in the room now knew the
time had come. Drawing her weapons, she let herself go and began and
sharp bouncing motion, incorporating wild pelvic gyrations while her
inner muscles ground upon the rampant phallus embedded in her. Her
previous teasings had made Alan ready to come but this took him on a
flight from reality, made him forget utterly that he was strapped to a
table and about to be unmanned. All fear vanished and he gave in to the
pleasure she lavished and the prospect of blessed relief for his aching
loins. The dike burst.
Viper let him about half of the first exquisite rush of ecstasy that
exploded in his gonads. This was vital to her cruel plan which was to
take him from the heights of celestial bliss to the depths of purest
agony in a spilt second.
In the middle of Alan's first satisfied grunt she made a deft and
wicked stroke with her knife. It slit the scrotum crosswise and the
balls popped out upon the block, twitching and pulsing as they pumped
Alan's seed. Within the same second her other hand stabbed downward
skewering both testes on the tines of the fork.
The scream rang from the walls of the chamber as reality crashed home
on Alan. It was a shriek of primal agony ripped from his soul. In
jarring counterpoint other primal sounds filled the chamber as first
Viper and then the entire assemblage of watching women gave voice to
the consuming orgasms this triumph of their kind over manhood had
unleashed in them.
Alan's screamed again and again as his loins pumped forth their plenty
deep into Vipers chasm. Each spurt of what should have been satisfying
delight was now a spurt of searing, throbbing pain. Bob could see the
pierced balls still contracting and the still connected sperm ducts
that led into Alan's tortured body writhing as the cum was pumped
through them. There was a final twitch and Alan's screams subsided into
sobs as the sounds of the women faded into moans of satisfaction.
Viper stood up with her legs spread wide and outstretched her arms,
throwing her head back with a wide grin of victory on her face. White
gouts of semen dripped from her bush and a thick wad slithered down the
inside of one thigh. The audience broke into wild applause and she
bowed low. Then she turned around to face Alan and looked down on him
as he lay there with his balls still pinned cruelly to the block and
still wired to his body by the quivering cords of flesh.
"I can cut them off all the way and make it stop hurting," she said.
"Please take them!" he begged.
"First you must clean up the filthy mess you made!" she hissed.
She lowered her crotch over his face and made him lick the semen from
her bush and thighs and took her time to see he got every speck. Then
she turned and with a quick knife stroke severed the cords. Alan
relaxed in relief as his traitorous balls were mercifully disconnected.
Viper stepped down from the table and walked over to her slave and took
up his leash. She began to mingle with the audience, receiving many a
compliment for what seemed to be a routinely great performance.
A jailer stepped up on the table with a needle and thread and stitched
up Alan's scrotum. The incision was surgically neat, thanks to Viper's
skill, and would heal nicely.
She pulled the fork from the block with the severed testes still
impaled on it and took it over to a small fireplace in the wall near
the door. A small charcoal fire burned there beneath a grate. She set
the testicles to roast over the fire, the fork still through them.
The women now turned back to the beverage cart and champagne corks
began popping. A closet door was opened and whips, paddles and some
strap-on dildos were brought out. Quite an orgy developed as the wine
took hold and the women became horny and mean. The slaves were
cheerfully and cruelly abused. Whip cracks and cries of pain or
pleasure as the case might be filled the chamber. The judge and the
mayor both sported strap-ons and double up on one poor slave who they
had on his hands and knees. The mayor knelt behind him buried her mock
member to the hilt in his behind as the judge forced hers deep down his
throat, burying his nose on her bush. Both women ravaged him until they
came violently.
As the orgy went on one of the jailers circulated through the crowd
carrying a glass jar and some red tickets. A woman would take a ticket,
tear it in two , tuck half away somewhere on her person and put the
other half in the jar.
Alan was left lying there and was mostly ignored except for the
occasional woman who would step up on the table and empty her bladder
into his mouth. Bob was totally ignored except for taunting looks. His
time would come the next day.
The jailer had been keeping an eye on the roasting balls and after some
time she clanged a corkscrew on a wine bottle to get attention and
announced the drawing for the "door prize." She took the jar with the
tickets to Viper who reached into it, drew out a ticket and called out
a number.
There was a squeal of delight from a petite Japanese woman named Kiku
who rode astride a groveling slave. She and the prosecutor had been
having a slave race around the table, riding on the backs of their
slaves and spurring and whipping them, forcing them to drag their ball
weights ever harder and stretching their sacks dangerously.
She held up her ticket stub and spurred her slave over to Viper to
verify the number. The jailer took the roasted testes from the grill
and presented them to Kiku. She dismounted and hopped up on the table
to stand over Alan. She waved the roasted balls in his face and made
him sniff them. Finally she took one then the other from the fork and
popped them in her mouth, chewing slowly for Alan's benefit and then
swallowed hard and rubbed her tummy mockingly. Tears of humiliation and
despair trickled down the sides of Alan's face.
The party broke up after a couple of hours and the women wandered off
chuckling and chatting. The jailers released Alan, and because he no
longer had balls they put a leash around his neck and led him away.
They came back shortly for Bob and took him back to his cell.
Bob was exhausted from the harrowing day and terrified at being in the
clutches of the heartless and lascivious she devils. He passed out more
so than he slept yet it seemed he had barely closed his eyes when he
heard the key in the lock. Two jailers entered and with a few sharp
kicks forced him to his knees. One of them produced a syringe and gave
Bob a shot in the left buttocks. He soon felt alert and wakeful and,
strangely, a bit horny.
They fed him a bowl of tasteless but filling slop and then lead him to
the cleaning room for his morning grooming. When finished they led him
upstairs into the main corridor of the courthouse and out the front
door. The village was small and primly tended with a cobblestoned main
street about three blocks long that ended in a grove of large trees.
Bob was led down the courthouse steps and down the street toward that
other end. The sun was just rising through a notch in the hills but the
air was already warm and muggy and sure to become hot and sultry before
long.
The street was deserted at this early hour and all was still. The only
sounds were the click of the jailers bootheels on the cobblestones and
the soft clink of Bob's chains as he shuffled along trying to keep up
with the quick march pace that was set for him. About half way down the
street they passed a bakery and standing in the doorway, filling it
with her massive body was an enormous woman. She had dark hair that
hung in ringlets, creamy white skin and blue eyes that sparkled with
merry cruelty. She wore a baggy bright red and yellow floral dress and
was barefoot. With a leer she munched on a doughnut and Bob felt dread
at the certainty that at some time during the day those fleshy thighs
would clamp down upon his head and smother him as she writhed in the
throes of her brute pleasure.
Soon they reached the grove that stood at the end of the street. The
trees were tall elms and under the arching boughs was a wooden deck
about thirty feet square and two feet above the ground. Two steps led
up to it. In the center was mounted an iron ring with a short chain
extending from it ending in a padlock. To the left of this was a deep
leather arm chair, to the right a pillory like the one Bob had been
confined in during Alan's castration and straight back was a twelve by
twelve wooden beam lying flat on the deck. There was a slight hollow
carved in one end of the beam and a cushion on each side of it at that
same end. The pillory had a padded platform placed on the deck on the
side opposite the chain.
Just to the left of the stairway a wooden pole was mounted in the deck
and several clothing hooks were fastened to it. To the right of the
stairway stood a small table with three glass jars on it. One jar, the
largest, was empty. One of the others was half full of black marbles
and the other contained about the same number of white ones.
The jailers led him to the center of the deck, padlocked the end of his
leash to the chain and made him kneel there. They then stepped over to
the pole, loosened their belts, stepped out of their shorts and hung
them on hooks. Naked below the waist they turned back to Bob. The
blonde jailer made an "after you" motion to the redhead who stepped
toward him, took him by the hair and pulled him over to the chair. She
reclined in it with her legs over the arms and pointed to her pussy
imperiously. Bob knew by now what was expected of him and he leaned
forward to serve her. She came lustily after a few minutes of his
service and then invited the blonde to take her place. He served her as
well then watched as they walked over to the table with the jars. Each
reached for a black ball and tossed it into the empty jar with a
disgusted look at Bob.
There was no mistaking what the meaning was. His service had been found
wanting and they had cast votes for his castration. The women stepped
back into their shorts and walked back toward the courthouse without
looking back
Bob knelt there on the deck chilled with fear. He looked around him and
off to the right about a hundred feet away was a woman tending a small
garden. She wore faded jeans, a red plaid blouse, wide brimmed straw
hat and was barefoot. The woman glanced at Bob but continued her work
until she reached the end of the row. Then she leaned her hoe against a
tree and strolled toward the deck. She reached the steps already
unbuttoning her jeans and she stepped casually out of them and hung
them on the hook. After a slight hesitation she shrugged and removed
the blouse and hat as well. She was tall, hefty, Rubenesque, her brown
hair pinned up on top of her head. She approached Bob animal naked and
sweating in the warm muggy air. Stopping at arms length from him she
yawned , stretched and scratched her crotch.
"I am Olga," she said. "It looks like the early bird will catch the
worm this morning. Since I don't think any body else will be along for
quite awhile we should have plenty of time to get acquainted."
Then she put a hand on his forehead and shoved him roughly over
backward so his head hit the deck with a thud. The bump blurred his
vision momentarily and when his eyes cleared he saw her squatting over
his face with her hairy loins hovering a handsbreadth away. She put a
hand in front of her bush and he saw her extend two fingers and wiggle
them. Seconds later a yellow torrent poured from her and splashed over
Bob's face. He knew what was expected but before he could open his
mouth to drink her offering a good deal of it splattered and puddled
about her feet. He managed to swallow about two thirds of it.
When she finished she glared down at him and stood up. Lifting a
dripping foot she pressed it against his mouth. Bob knew he would be
well advised to lick it and he began to work his tongue over it. There
was not only the urine but dirt from the garden covering her feet and
she made him clean her thoroughly, every inch of the sole and instep
and deep between the toes. When satisfied with the right foot she
placed it on his chest to keep it out of the puddle and pressed her
bulk down on him as she stood on his chest while he cleaned her left.
When her foot was spotless she stepped aside and made him crawl and
lick and slurp the puddle from the deck.
Rough, earthy and crude she wasn't finished with him by any means. He
knelt before her as she put her hands behind his head and pulled his
face into her dense brown bush. She forced him to serve her as she
stood there forcing his head back and grinding her sweaty loins,
smearing her abundant juices over his face, then climaxed brutishly,
her knees buckling as she leaned hard upon him to keep from tumbling
over.
Olga sighed with satisfaction and pushed him away. She glanced around
and saw they were still alone there in the dewey morn. Grinning
wickedly she stepped over to the pillory and opened the jaws. She
simply pointed at the open neckhole and Bob knew her expectation. He
knee walked over and stuck his head in and she clamped it tight. The
pillory could be adjusted heightwise and she lowered his head to a
height she wanted, then lowered herself to hands and knees on the
platform presenting her broad behind to Bob. She backed up while
spreading her cheeks wide her pinkish brown anus twitched and puckered
as it moved inexorably toward his mouth. She made contact and kept
pressing backward forcing Bob's head back against the board.
"Open up and get your tongue in there!" she demanded. He obeyed,
opening his mouth, and as he did she pressed back all the harder
forcing his mouth wide open surrounding her anus with his lips. He
pressed his tongue forward against it and worked it around but she
lurched backward demandingly and he pressed hard against her clenched
sphincter and felt it give. His tongue slid deep inside her. She
lurched again and he recalled his encounter in the ditch with the
sergeant and how she liked having the inner rim of her sphincter
massaged. He worked his tongue in circles and was rewarded with a grunt
of pleasure from her and more pressure. With her right hand she began
to work her clit, bouncing back rhythmically as she did so.. Bob saw
his only salvation in hastening her climax and he writhed his tongue
hard. Her anus contracted as orgasm took her. Her big body bucked and
thrashed threatening to break his neck. Then with a deep sigh she fell
forward on her belly moaning in satisfaction.
When she had recovered from her climax she stood and walked over to the
jar, took out a black ball, looked at Bob and shrugged and tossed it in
the jar. She dressed and walked away to pick up her hoe. Bob's heart
sank and his balls involuntarily tried to retreat inside his body
protectively.
But Bob had other problems because while he had been serving the
gardener two cars had pulled up near the deck. One was a black BMW ,
the other a gray Mercedes. A leggy blonde in a gray suit jacket, black
mini-skirt and spike heeled pumps stepped out of the BMW while the
other car held a somewhat mousey looking brown haired woman with
glasses. She was also dressed professionally with in a blue pin striped
suit with mini-skirt.
The women approached the deck chatting casually about the heat of the
coming day. They climbed the steps, dropped their skirts and hung them
on the pole. Neither wore underwear. The blonde stepped up to Bob while
the other woman waited her turn. She took him by the hair and pulled
him back toward the beam, forcing him to lie face up with his head in
the hollow. She stepped over so she straddled him looking down at his
face. Then she lowered herself, planting her snatch on Bob's face as
she knelt on the pads. She bounced downward once and Bob knew by now
this meant "get busy!"
He worked his tongue about her loins and noticed her bush was neatly
trimmed into a prim triangle. She bounced again demandingly and Bob
worked harder and finally found her clit swollen, primed ready for
orgasm. She bounced twice and Bob guessed correctly that this meant "I
demand orgasm now!" He increased his efforts accordingly and she gushed
her hot juices into his mouth and threw back her head letting out a
wail of delight. Her body relaxed and she propped herself up by leaning
her hands on his forehead while the blissful spasms subsided.
She stood and ordered him up off the beam but the brown hair woman
asked her to leave him there. She too straddled him but faced the other
way so her anus ground hard upon his nose while she rode his face. He
responded to the cues he was learning and she came quickly and hard.
She got up but put a foot on Bob's chest by way of telling him to stay
on the beam. He glanced to his left and saw a group of about ten more
smartly dressed women waiting their turns. Some were on the deck with
their skirts already off and others were on the street talking. They
were women with jobs who commuted to the city and had come to get their
votes in before leaving for work. It seemed they preferred to be served
on the beam because it didn't rumple their neatly pressed suits. They
were demanding and in a hurry and Bob had to service them in quick
succession. He spent half and hour solid with a woman's crotch on his
face with barely time to breathe. But as he was led back to the center
of the deck by the last woman he noticed three white balls in the jar.
Hope rose in him but still the black far outnumbered white. But yet the
day was young and the sun was only just above the top of the highest
hill.
Now the town was waking up and every ten minutes or so a woman walked
down the street or drove up in a car and mounted the deck to be
serviced. They were all ages shapes and sizes, some pretty some not so
much so. What all had in common was an attitude of total dominance.
Each woman's pussy was a ravenous, hairy consuming thing that seemed to
have a will of it's own. Each seemed ready to devour him in its savage
pursuit of its gratification and Bob was sometimes surprised not to
find teeth inside them.
The sun was high now and Bob guessed he might have serviced fifty
women. About half the balls in the jars had been transferred but by now
a third of the balls were white and he seemed to be gaining ground.
Numerous women now lingered around the deck either waiting to be
serviced or just hanging around afterward to watch and laugh tauntingly
when some new and creative indignity was inflicted on him.
Bob was bewildered because there was no predicting how a woman might
vote.. He had just serviced a stern and imperious woman of about forty
five; a tall shapely creature with black hair tied up severely on her
head who wore a charcoal gray suit jacket and skirt. She had also been
present at the castration. It seemed from what he overheard from the
onlookers that she owned the town bank. She had methodically stripped
to her stockings, garters and pumps before enthroning herself in the
chair and pointing commandingly to her crotch. He had buried his face
in the black triangle and served her with the most abject submission
following the unspoken commands and subtle cues he was learning more
and more of as the day went on. She was tense, tightly wound,
insistent, seemingly impossible to please but her persevered until she
erupted into multiple orgasms that transformed her into a cooing,
quivering blob of satisfied delight. She sighed deeply and clenched her
thighs around his head in something like affection but then got up and
voted for castration, got dressed and left without even looking back at
him.
Another source of consternation to Bob was the thick erection he had
been sporting for some hours. He had become excited by the atmosphere
of rampant female eroticism and found himself serving the women with a
growing eagerness to please. A wet and urgent pussy would be pressed
against his face and he would lavish his adoration upon it and feel a
pleasure of his own when it's owner melted into sated softness under
the ever more artful ministrations of his tongue. Even when a woman
voted for castration he only wondered how he might have pleased her
more.
There was a clopping of horse hooves on the cobblestones and Bob looked
down the street to see a tall blonde goddess approaching astride a
splendid black horse. It was the mayor. Her blond hair flowed behind
her in a long ponytail. She wore only a black leather vest and tall
black riding boots with sharp silver spurs. Her naked blonde loins were
caressed by the leather of her saddle.
When she reached the deck she dismounted and strode up the steps with a
firm stride, riding crop in hand. When she reached him she forced him
to his back, squatted over his face, extended two fingers and wiggled
them. Bob knew what to expect but still reacted too slowly and the
yellow flood overwhelmed him. He spilled a good share of her product on
the deck and worst, on he fine boots. She furiously ordered him to his
knees and then made him lick her boots clean as she cropped him
cruelly.
Her anger was not long in turning to arousal. She kicked Bob in the
direction of the chair and settled herself in comfortably. Unbidden,
Bob buried his face in the golden thicket between her comely thighs and
busied himself. Her anger still burned and it filled her with a cruel
impatience. Only a vigorous, intense climax could calm her and to
hasten this result she set her spurs to him. He felt sharp jabs on each
side of his lower back and the salt of his sweat stung the fresh
wounds. He increased his efforts but still the barbs pierced him. She
began prodding him rhythmically with each roll of her hips and Bob
served her with abject desperation. A savage sound was expelled from
her as climax engulfed her and she gave one last stab of the spurs that
embedded them in his flesh where they remained as she writhed in her
delight, giving forth deep, chesty sighs.
She relaxed with a little groan, pushed Bob away almost gently, got up
and rewarded his efforts with a white ball.
