The last place he remembered was the sawdusty back room of some side alley bar. He was having a drink there with someone he couldn’t remember, and then everything had gone hazy and then quickly black.

As Jason slowly awoke, he realized that his body was strapped to an apparatus made of very sturdy wood. His limbs were held secure with leather restraints that kept his legs spread wide apart. An attractive girl with light brown hair and green eyes sat in a chair in front of him. She was dressed in a maroon blouse and tan leather skirt. The girl was quite young—Jason guessed not yet twenty. She gazed at him with detached curiosity.

“I’m eighteen,” she said, “In case you were wondering.”

The girl stood up, revealing her firm breasts and long shapely legs.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

Jason swallowed before answering.

“Yes.”

He felt queasy—more due to fear than the drug she’d slipped him. The girl’s age or size didn’t matter. He was helpless and didn’t know her intentions.

“You like my body too, don’t you?” she added.

“You look very nice,” he replied.

“You didn’t answer me. Do you like my body?”

“Yes, I do…Miss.”

“That’s so sweet,” said the girl. You don’t know what the right answers are or even what my name is, but you’re trying so hard to please me.”

Jason followed her with his eyes as she began to walk around him.

“You’re probably starting to feel better, hmm? Not so tired? That’s good--I want you to be comfortable. You don’t have to worry or feel embarrassed about being naked in front of me.”

He hadn’t even realized he was naked. Now that he knew, his face flushed.

The girl smiled. “Aww…poor thing.”

She approached him. Jason’s body tensed, but she didn’t stop. Soon she was close enough for him to feel her body heat and smell her lightly perfumed skin. He was still afraid, but the sexual force she exuded eclipsed his fear. His heartbeat sped up and he started sweating.

“Don’t worry,” the girl whispered. “You’re here for a good reason, and you’re special to me.”

She touched his chest lightly with her fingertips.

“I know you’ll want to get to know me better.”

Her hands slid down to his belly, and she pressed her breasts up against him, making him draw in a sharp breath.

She surprised him again, rubbing her nose against his and caressing his cheek with her finger. Then she leaned forward to kiss him.

*CRACK!*

Jason was stunned by a hard slap across his face. The girl had stepped back and swung so fast that he’d never seen it coming. She wasn’t big, but could sure hit hard. The blow left his cheek stinging. She raised her eyebrows in response to his shocked expression.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be mean. Things were just moving a little too fast.”

Again she approached him. Wary of another slap, Jason flinched.

“Honey, don’t worry. It’s ok. I really just want to kiss you.”

Jason of course had no choice, tied as he was. A moment later the girl’s face was inches from his---right where she’d been before the slap.

She pressed her breasts up against his chest and rubbed them from side to side.

“Come on, give me a kiss,” she said. He was very wary of another slap, but this time her lips reached his and touched them ever so lightly.

“You’re still tense,” she said, drawing back in annoyance. “I’m not going to hit you again. Now relax and let me give you a real kiss.”

Her hands dropped to his shoulders as she drew closer. The real kiss was coming, but then----

*THUMP!*

The girl drove her knee into Jason’s groin so fast that he couldn’t have avoided it even if he’d been free to move. The paralyzing shock of it made him yelp, and then the pain came, the awful testicular pain that spread rapidly through his abdomen. She’d hit just what she was aiming at just the way she wanted to hit it.

Sitting back down, she picked up a brush and calmly fixed her hair while Jason gasped and convulsed in front of her. When he finally started to catch his breath, she spoke to him again.

“I just wanted to see how you’d react to that. Every man behaves differently when he gets a knee in the balls. Some just turn to jelly, and others shake it off pretty quick. You did ok.”

Jason was still gasping and trembling, but he managed to raise his head again to face her. She was smiling warmly at him.

“It’s time for you to learn a little more about me,” she said. “My name’s Jenni. I told you that I’m only eighteen, but I’ve known how to deal with men for a long time.”

Jenni leaned forward in her chair and crossed her arms in front of her.

“When I was a little girl, I always liked bossing boys around. I was kind of a tomboy, and sometimes I could even push them around physically. It felt good, but I didn’t really know why. Like I said, I was just little.”

Jenni stopped and looked up at Jason.

“Listening, hon?”

Her tone was mild, but he heard a hint of warning.

“Yes, I’m listening,” he said, still breathing heavily.

“You know my name now. Call me Jenni when you answer. Don’t be shy.”

“I’m listening, Jenni.”

He felt strange speaking the name of his captor. She was younger than Jason, yet there was no doubt who was in charge.

“Anyway, one day when I was thirteen, this boy kept bothering me on the playground. His name was Max. I guess he had a crush on me, but the only way he knew how to show it was to tease me. I was really getting sick of it. And this one day, I was really in a bad mood. He was bugging me and when I walked away, he followed me and tugged at my hair from behind. I’d had enough. I whirled around and kicked him in the balls as hard as I could. He screamed and hit the ground in a big heap, coughing and crying. A bunch of the other girls were around and started clapping for me. It felt so damn good.”

Jenni stopped again to address Jason.

“Awesome, huh?”

“I guess so,” he answered.

Jenni’s jaw tightened.

“I guess so, Jenni.”

Jenni nodded her approval.

“Yeah, it felt good, but not just cause I stopped him from bothering me,” she continued. “My thighs were on fire. I felt wet between my legs. I wasn’t used to those feelings. Well, that boy wasn’t just hurting. He was damaged for good. They had to take him away in an ambulance. And the next day, I found out what I’d done. I’d ruptured both his balls.”

Jenni clapped her hands with joy at the memory.

“Both of them!” she stressed. “They told me little Max could never have kids no matter how old he got or how hard he tried. I acted like I felt terrible. I said I was so sorry, and that I never knew I could hurt him that bad. But when I was alone in my bed that night, I started playing with myself while I replayed the kick in my mind. I rubbed my clit and thought about how I’d ruined that boy forever. It made me come over and over like I couldn’t believe. I started to realize I wasn’t like most girls.

Jenni peered at Jason with a coy smile. “Am I shocking you?”

Before he could answer, she stopped him with a gesture.

“There’s a little more. Two years later, I was in junior high, and my body was almost like it is now. I was outside one day between classes getting a drink from the fountain. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Max looking at me. Well, I had on a really short skirt that day with no panties underneath, so I couldn’t resist. I set down my books and pretended to fix my purse strap. Then I turned to pick them up with my back facing Max. I bent wayyy over, making sure he had a good long look at all my goodies. When I was sure he was watching, I stood up fast and turned on my heel so I could look Max right in the eye. He turned red as tomato juice and had a look I can’t even describe. See, he still wanted me. I’d destroyed his balls, and he couldn’t have fucked me even if I gave him the chance, but he longed for me anyway. And once he knew that I knew it, then we both knew that I owned him. It was such a powerful, beautiful feeling that standing there eye to eye with him, I had an orgasm—without even touching myself!

Max knew it too, cause I let out a little moan. That really rubbed the hurt into him. I’d just shown him what he could never have and then let him hear what he could never give. It was like wrecking his manhood a second time and throwing it right in his face.”

Jenni got up from her chair and approached Jason with her hands on her hips. He was more than apprehensive now; though he tried not to show it, he was very frightened. He wasn’t merely worried about another slap or knee. The implications of her story instilled an even greater dread.

“I told you that story so you could understand me better,” she explained. “I’m going to show you some of my work now, and I didn’t want you to think I’m a rotten person or anything. You see, what we’ll experience together today will be kind of a partnership.”

Jenni walked outside Jason’s peripheral vision and he heard a mechanical squeaking. She soon reappeared, wheeling a cart with a DVD player and video monitor on top of it, and positioned the screen right in front of him. Then she pressed the “PLAY” button. As the video began, Jenni again walked around behind him and he felt her place her hands on his shoulders while he watched.

“Don’t be scared,” she whispered in his ear.

But what Jason saw in the video nearly made him vomit.

It was a series of clips edited together like a “highlight reel.” Jenni was in every one. She appeared with different men who were always either bound or so physically depleted that they had no fight left in them. Jason now witnessed what Jenni was actually capable of. This young, slight girl—barely more than a child---was using various implements to attack their genitalia. Her intent was obviously not to simply hurt, but to damage irreparably. He saw her using a knife, scissors, pliers, and even an icepick. In every case, she ended up severing or crushing their testicles. Some of the men were screaming before she started on them. All of them were screaming by the time she finished.

Their reaction had a visible effect on Jenni: arousal. There could be no doubt to anyone watching these scenes that she was enjoying herself immensely. In the final clip, she sliced off a man’s testicles with a scalpel, then kissed him on the cheek before tossing his bloody scrotum into a plastic bucket in front of him.

Finally, the screen went dark. Jason was trembling like a child.

Jenni rubbed his shoulders.

“Hey, don’t worry, ok? I showed you that to prepare you, not to scare you. This is going to be a really special experience. I promise.”

Not wanting to cry in front of her, Jason tried to maintain control of himself.

“Do you understand me now?” Jenni asked. “I’m a unique woman. A man can only gratify me if I take his manhood. I need to know that I’m the last woman he’ll ever be able to satisfy, and there’s only one way to do that. I have a special bond with every one of those men you just saw. Soon we’ll have that bond too.”

“Do you have to hurt me?” he asked.

He realized that this was the first time that he’d done more than respond to one of her questions.

“My main purpose isn’t to hurt you, but there has to be some pain,” she said. “If I numbed you up, it wouldn’t be the same. But you are going to get something special that many of those men didn’t.”

Jenni opened her purse and took a small black case out. He watched her remove a  syringe and small bottle of liquid. She pushed the needle through the top of the bottle and drew the fluid into the syringe. Then she approached Jason. Despite himself, he started to softly whimper.

“I’m not going to hurt you with this, but you’d better not move or you’re going to hurt yourself,” she told him.

After seeing the video, Jason wasn’t sure that he believed her. Still, he felt he’d better listen. He expected the needle to go in his arm, but Jenni reached down and grasped his penis instead. Expertly, she slipped the needle into a vein and injected the fluid. Then she tossed the vial into the trash and set the syringe down on the table.

“It’ll take a few minutes to take effect,” she told him.”

Jenni shifted some levers on the rack he was strapped to, and his next sensation was one of movement. The rack apparently had controls that allowed Jenni to position him as she wished. She wheeled him to a brighter part of the room and pressed a button that lowered him to a horizontal position. Still strapped tightly, he was lying flat now as if on an operating table. His groin still throbbed a bit from her knee, but he was barely aware of that. It was Jenni’s video that occupied his mind. Jason was both afraid of her and resentful at being subject to her will. He tried to think rationally rather than panic. If only there were some way to convince her not to do with him what she’d done to those other men…

“Looks like it’s starting to work,” she said.

Jenni stood above him smiling pleasantly. The pain in his groin had faded, and was being replaced with the sensation of an erection rising between his legs. He was astonished. Jenni was beautiful, but sex was the furthest thing from his mind after watching her video. Yet the erection was there, and it grew and grew until it was large, solid, and purple. The veins bulged in his penis almost unnaturally.

“It’s a wonderful drug,” Jenni explained. “A few years ago, this wouldn’t have even been possible. People always laughed at the idea of a woman taking a man if he wasn’t willing, but not anymore.”

She reached down and stroked Jason’s chest and belly.

“Of course, I hope you’re willing, hon. But even if you aren’t…”

Jenni began to unbutton her blouse.

“We’re going to be intimate. And it’s going to be beautiful,” she said softly.

Off came her blouse, and then her bra.

“Do you like my breasts?” asked Jenni.

Jason was again struggling not to cry.

“Yes…Jenni.”

And he did think they were beautiful. Under different circumstances, he would have longed to touch and suck them, but now he only felt a growing fear as she disrobed.

Jenni slipped off her skirt. She was standing next to him now wearing nothing but sheer pink panties. Then she dropped those too.

“We’re both naked now, baby.”

She leaned over him and wisps of her long hair fell across his face. Gently, Jenni caressed his cheek—the same cheek she had slapped so hard earlier.

“You can smell me now, can’t you?” she whispered in his ear.

He knew what she meant. The scent of her feminine juices was powerful.

Jenni then climbed onto the rack with Jason and straddled his chest. She drew her knees up and pulled them apart so that he had a clear view of her dripping vagina.

“Isn’t it pretty?” Jenni asked him. “Men have always thought so.”

Jason started to answer, but Jenni interrupted him.

“Don’t just say ‘Yes, Jenni.’ I’m tired of that. I want to know what you think of my pussy.”

“It’s very pretty, Jenni.”

“Damn right.”

Her expression had changed. She was becoming less demure, and more like the girl from the video.”

She shifted her hips closer to Jason’s head and started to finger her clitoris in front of his face.

“Boy, you’re so lucky,” she said, rubbing herself. “You’re getting to look at all my sweet little bits, and now you’re gonna taste me.”

Jenni took her hand from her crotch and rubbed her juices over Jason’s face.

“Lick my fingers,” she said.

Jason balked at the command. He resented his predicament and this was the only power he had to deny her will.

Jenni understood. She locked her eyes to his, displaying a fierceness that chilled him.

“Oh, you definitely want to do what I tell you to do. What you don’t want to do is make me unhappy.”

She reached back and gripped his erection.

“I’m going to do what I want with this as long as I feel like doing it.”

Her hand slid down and firmly grabbed his testicles, making him cry out.

“And these used to belong to you, but now they belong to me. You might as well cooperate, honey. Whether you want to or not, you’ll make me come like a little wildcat as many times as I want.”

Jenni gave his scrotum a little twist for emphasis before letting go. She then remoistened her fingers between her legs and stuck them back in Jason’s face.

“Lick ‘em,” she repeated. Jason obeyed this time without hesitation, and Jenni’s face brightened.

“That’s better. I want the taste of me fresh in your mouth when I fuck you. And that’s what I’m going to do right now.”

She shifted her weight back to her knees, repositioning herself over his crotch. Again, he felt her hand grasp his erection.

“Yep, it’s still hard, and it’ll stay that way for a good while. I don’t know if you feel like fucking or not, baby, but it’s going to happen, so you really should try to enjoy it.”

She mounted him. Jason couldn’t help groaning when his cock penetrated her, and he was furious at himself for it. Jenni grinned when she heard him.

“Sounds like your dick wants to be in me whether you do or not,” she said as she began riding him.

There was nothing Jason could do but lie still while Jenni used him for her pleasure. She worked him faster and faster until she had a huge, shuddering orgasm. Afterward, she sighed and slowed down, but never stopped fucking him. Gradually she gathered speed again and began working toward her next orgasm.

Jason himself was determined not to climax. He hated it that she could use him like this. Jenni was raping him--there was no doubt about it. She’d already made him an unwilling actor in the drama of his own emasculation, but if he came, he’d be more than a reluctant participant. It would prove that he desired his tormentor. His fate would be the same as that of the schoolboy Max; any remnant of his dignity would be lost, and he’d become nothing more than her discarded, castrated puppet.

Jenni moaned as she ground her pelvis against him and had her fifth orgasm. So far, she’d been using Jason’s cock while ignoring him, but now she bent forward and rested her hands on his chest. Looking down into his eyes, she smiled and shook her loose hair into his face.

“You can’t deny me,” she insisted.

Jenni’s hips began to thrust again—this time with purpose. She realized that he wanted to stay desensitized, but she wasn’t going to let him. Jason felt her working him inside her. This girl had control over her vaginal muscles that he wouldn’t have believed possible.

Realizing that he was losing control of himself, he tried to focus his mind on anything that might kill the artificial erection or quiet the stirring in his groin, but the effort was futile. She rode him faster and harder until he was grunting each time her ass slapped down on his crotch. Jenni knew he was close to the edge.

“You’re gonna give me your big hot load—every bit of it. Yes, you are!”

She took him deep inside her all at once and contracted her inner muscles tightly. Flexing them expertly, she leaned right into his face until her luminous green eyes were inches from his. Jason didn’t stand a chance of winning their battle of wills. He exploded inside Jenni, shooting jet after jet of semen in a mammoth orgasm that he felt through his testicles, prostate, and even his spine. The spasms felt like they’d never stop. When they finally did, Jason started crying. He felt like she’d captured his soul in a jar and screwed on the lid.

“Don’t you feel better now?” she asked.

Jenni sat up again and lifted herself off of him. The orgasm hadn’t diminished his erection.

“It’ll settle down soon,” she said, poking it. “I’m going to take a shower, but I’ll be back soon. I hope you don’t get bored.”

Before long, she returned, freshly perfumed and wearing a new outfit of solid black. Her chestnut hair was tied back in a ponytail. She flipped a switch on the rack’s apparatus, and soon Jason again found himself in a standing position, though just as immobile as before.

“It’s time now,” Jenni told him. “Time for you to give me the ultimate gift.”

“Please, Jenni…” said Jason.

“Begging won’t help, baby.”

“But you don’t need to do this.”

“It’s what I live for,” she said. “I love it, and you can plead all you want, but it won’t change anything. This is for both of us, like a beautiful dance. You know, you walked into my trap for a reason. You needed to give up the burden of your manhood, and I’m ready to take it. When we made love, it was like a contract.”

“But I didn’t have any choice in that,” Jason protested. “I didn’t want to do it.”

Jenni giggled. “Then why’d you shoot me full of jism?” she teased.

Jason hung his head in despair.

Jenni’s smile faded and her face grew serious.

“I’ve been patient cause I really like you. But now it’s time.”

She walked over to a tall cabinet that Jason had noticed earlier because it was one of the few pieces of furniture in the room. It appeared to be made of fine wood.

The first thing he noticed when she opened it was the gleam of steel. Metal implements of various sizes were either hanging or laid out on cloth. Then his eyes turned to the other shelves, most of which had jars lined up on them. The insides the cabinet doors had objects hanging from them too. Jason stared at them curiously until he realized with horror what they were: scrotums, most of which contained intact testicles. They were all exceptionally well-preserved.

“This is my collection,” said Jenni. Each one represents a special man.

She picked up a long, sharp blade from the center shelf and turned back to Jason.

“Today you’ll become one of them.”

For the first time, Jason began to really panic. He struggled against his bonds, but they were too tight to budge the slightest bit.

“You can’t get away until I allow it,” she said, exasperated. “That’s as useless as begging. These are your last minutes as a man. Act like one.”

In a very odd way, her words made sense to him. He stopped struggling.

Jenni looked down between his legs. “You’ve lost that big hard-on. Too bad—I enjoyed it.”

She took his penis in her fingertips and laid the cold steel of the blade’s flat side against it.

Jason started quivering, but stayed silent.

“I could take it very easily,” she murmered. “I could take it even more easily than I’ll take them.”

Jenni withdrew the knife and let his penis go.

“But that would be mean, and I’m not mean. If you don’t understand that today, one day you will.”

She reached down again and this time grabbed his balls. He groaned with pain even though she wasn’t being especially rough. He was still tender from being kneed by her earlier.

His reaction brought a small smile back to her face.

“No one will ever be able to hurt you down there again after today,” said Jenni. That’s one of the nice things about not being a man.”

She pulled down on his testicles to expose the vital area where his scrotum joined his body. Her other hand placed the knife against him again, but this time it was the edge of the blade.

Jason started to weep quietly again. He felt terror, outrage, and hopelessness all mixed together. Jenni was breathing heavily. Jason knew enough about her by now to realize how turned on she was by what she was subjecting him to.

“Moment of truth, baby. Tell me you love me.”

Jason couldn’t believe what she was demanding. She had shattered him in every other way and was preparing to take his manhood. Now she wanted to degrade him even further by demanding a declaration of love for her. Saying those few words should have been the easiest part of the ordeal, but he couldn’t make himself do it.

Jenni let go of his balls and slammed the blade down on the table.

“Damn it, I’ve had enough of this!” she shouted. “I’ve been patient with your stubbornness, cause I think you’re really sweet, but I’m through being patient. You’ll do just what I tell you to, and you’ll do it now!”

Jenni reached back in the cabinet and pulled out what looked like a rod with electronic controls on it.

“This is a cattle prod,” she told him. “Know what it does?”

Without waiting for an answer she showed him. Placing the prod against his balls, she activated it, sending a huge electric jolt into his most sensitive region. Jason screamed and twisted his trunk in agony. Jenni set down the prod and picked up the knife again. She grabbed his scrotum as she had before and placed the knife against the same spot.

“Tell me you love me,” she repeated quietly.

“I love you,” said Jason.

Jenni let him go again and sighed. She set the knife back on the table, picked up the cattle prod, and walked behind him. He felt her place the tip up against his asshole and activate it again.  This time Jason screamed even louder. The electricity felt like it traveled halfway up his large intestine, making his guts cramp and convulse. He started to sob.

Jenni came back in front of him, dropped the prod and picked up the knife yet again. For the third time she had his balls in her hand and the sharp blade pressed against his scrotum.

“We can go on like this as long as you want, honey. If I get tired of using the prod, I have all sorts of other toys to use on you. Saline, acid…just about everything. I’ve used them all on different men, and I’ll use them on you if I need to. I just thought I’d be nice, cause I really like you.”

She looked into his eyes for a long moment and issued a challenge when she spoke again in her sweetest voice.

“Tell me you love me, baby.”

Jason was ready to give her whatever she wished.

“I love you, Jenni,” he said.

“I knew you did, honey,” she said—and sliced off his balls.

Like all the men in Jenni’s video, Jason screamed. This was a different kind of scream than the cattle prod drew from him. It was different not because it was much louder and longer—which it was—but because it came from the depths of all that had made him a man. Her sharp steel blade did more than sever his testicles from his body. It cut into his psyche. Even after he’d finished screaming, he continued to wail. He wasn’t even aware of Jenni cauterizing his wound to stop the flow of blood. Her expertise in castration enabled her to do this with speed and efficiency. Jason wasn’t sure how much time passed, but soon he had no energy left to scream or cry. With his eyes shut tightly, he panted heavily, trying to adapt to the shock of what had just occurred.

A new sound made him open his eyes.

Jenni’s face was shining with sweat. She had her hand up her skirt and was masturbating furiously. When she saw him watching her, she yanked up the front of her skirt so he could see everything she was doing to herself. Never breaking eye contact, she walked toward him until she was right in his face. Then she erupted into an orgasm that dwarfed any of the ones she had while fucking him.

When it was over, she pulled her hand from between her legs and slapped her palm onto Jason’s chest, marking him with her juices.

“You’re mine forever now,” she said.

Jenni turned and left the room, but quickly returned, wheeling in a cart with a bottle of champagne, two glasses, and a small cooler on top of it. Wasting no time, she filled both glasses with champagne.

“We’ll celebrate now!” Jenni announced.

She picked up her glass and started to hand him his, but then remembered that he was bound.

“Oops, that was silly of me. Here, I’ll hold it and you can drink.”

She clinked the two glasses together as if they were mutually toasting, and tilted his glass to his lips. Jason had no will left to resist her anymore. He drank the whole glass.

“You’ll be going home soon,” she informed him. “I want you to know that your special parts will be well cared for. Care to kiss them goodbye?”

Jenni dangled Jason’s former testicles in front of him. He was exhausted and starting to feel dizzy, but the sight still drew tears from him. She clicked her tongue and took the scrotum away. He heard it drop into the cooler.

“Sorry about that. I’m usually a nice girl, but sometimes I’m a bitch.”

She touched his forehead. “How are you feeling?” she asked.

Jason was more than a little dizzy now. He felt consciousness slipping away. The last thing he saw was Jenni’s young face watching him carefully. As it faded away, he still heard her voice.

“I had a nice time with you, baby. Part of you will always be with me!”

Jason awoke on the floor of his apartment. He saw the rising sun through his window. He had clothes on—the same clothes he’d worn to the bar that night. 

Maybe it had just been a terrible nightmare or alcoholic blackout. But if it had been, why was he on the floor and not in bed? He realized something else: there was a fullness in his mouth. When he reached up to touch his lips, he found that they were taped shut. Now Jason’s heart started to race. He ripped the tape off, opened his mouth, and pulled out the foreign object. He wanted to believe it was anything other than what he knew it to be---Jenni’s pink panties.

Jason leapt to his feet and staggered to the mirror. On his forehead he saw a perfect oval lipstick print.

He started to hyperventilate. It hadn’t just been a nightmare. At least part of it had really happened. But how much? Maybe there had been another girl and he’d just dreamed up Jenni afterwards. There was only one way to check, and he couldn’t bear to do it. But he had to. He had to!

Jason frantically opened his pants and pulled down his underwear. Then he passed out.

When he regained consciousness sometime later, Jason’s mind tried to register his new reality; he was now a eunuch.