She raked her index fingernail - two inches long and custom manicured to a wicked, witchy looking, tear drop point - across the taut skin and watched the stark, trailing line of white immediately refill with blood and disappear behind her finger. She thumped each one alternately and watched the pair bounce from Mike's reflexive shudders. She lifted them with her finger to feel their weight. Her lips curled into a smile. She had caught a good one this time. A good, healthy, innocent, naive one. Perfect. She looked up at Mike and something about the wraith like glint of abandon that flickered somewhere in the back of her eyes sent a small, icy, red flag up Mike's spine. Had he not been so repeatedly distracted by the woman's attractiveness, he might have paid attention to them.

Julie lowered Mike's torso and the rope pulled his cock tighter. He didn't have a particularly big cock, but the thing had to be pushing close to seven inches, pulled the way that it was at the time. The skin had been pulled to an almost cellophane glossiness, the minute creases were stretched out to visible red recessions, and the head looked all red and choked as it bent under the leather clasp. For some strange reason the sight of it had a subtle resemblance to that of a wracked rubber chicken and Julie smiled as she considered a very particular context....

(...chicken heads...)

(...they run around like crazy when....)

....in which such a parallel could be made.

She raked her fingernail along the vertical length of the bottom cavern of his penis before pressing her pointed nail hard into the base of it. Mike inhaled sharply as he had several times during the last hour or so. Julie grinned. She was relishing the euphoric expressions he was making. The innocence of them. The savory, unsuspecting innocence of them. It was the only reason she played around with her catches for as long as she did. She liked to replay them through her mind for hours afterwards, again and again watching them build and lead up to that last, rapturously morbid expression that screamed in unspoken words that the poor guy had - no - idea what had been in store for him.

But it was time for the masquerade to end. The Beast within her was splintering it's chain. She slipped the knot that was holding the tension on his cock loose and it fell to a limp quarter-hard angle. She looked at him with an almost sweet expression of seduction as she suggested that they see if the prolonged torque on his dick had helped any. She had offered to him beforehand that even an hour's worth of extreme extension of the penis elongated the spongy caverns that the blood filled, thus resulting in a longer penis. No internet banner need be clicked on, she had said. Whether he had just played along or had truly believed her didn't matter now though. She had him inexorably bound, unable to move or even protest, muted by the ball gag as he was, with his manly jewels at her utter disposal. Ahhh, and there was just something she had always liked about the word 'disposal'.

She placed her finger and thumb around the base of his semi hard cock and, with a slight rise in her eyebrow and a slow connection of deliberate eye contact, began slowly rolling his cock like a big, soft cigar, occasionally rolling the sharp point of her fingernail into the flesh. The rush of blood was immediate and profound. She hadn't completely lied. While one hour of stretching the dick did nothing for overall size or length, it did indeed clean the pipes of those spongy caverns and Mike's cock was throbbing up to pulsing life in no time. When it was decently erect, Julie slid her hand over the bottom side of it's length and to Mike it felt like the smooth caress of ivory colored satin.

Yeah, this was what it was all about, Mike's expression said. Julie had to hide the flare of disgust that whipped through her mind and resisted the urge to slap the expression off of his face. Slowly she continued to rub the bottom of his cock, gently raking her wicked, pointed nail across it's sensitive head every once in a while and before long, Mike's cock was hard as a rock. With her other hand she began caressing his balls, squeezing them slowly but firmly in her hand and Mike let out a quivering, nasally sigh past the gag as the ache of his balls' restraint mingled with the pleasurable touch of Julie's skillful hand. Julie smiled evilly. Almost hatefully. He was ready.

She reached under her skirt and slid the silvery, ludicrously sharp knife out of it's sheath, feeling her genitals swell at the sound of the sheer, whetting, slide it made against it. She grinned even bigger when Mike's eyes landed on the vorpal looking, wooden handled kitchen knife, nearly falling out of their sockets as they did. He muffled a desperate protest against the ball gag and his muscles began striating furiously from his sudden, futile attempts to pull free of his tethers. Julie inhaled sharply with the euphoria she got from the sight and felt the Beast roar within her. She rocked her head back with an abandoned, hair raising laughter that made Mike turn pale.

Mike locked his eyes with Julie's with the ultimate in desperation. Surely she wasn't going to do what he thought she was going to do! Julie stared sinisterly at him for a moment before leaning close to his face, bringing her eyes within a couple of inches of his. Mike turned even paler. Within those lightless eyes was floating the narrowed confirmation of an utter voidance of conscience and conviction, billowing like a vast, black hollow. And from somewhere within it, that flicker of something dreadfully malicious he had seen before then struck forward with an unmistakable, flashing bolt of sincerest intention.

Mike then felt her hand cup his sack and pull it forward and he let out a truly despairing, muffled whine. Julie smiled and unfastened the clinching chrome ring from around his balls and rolled them around freely in her hand. Her grasp trickled up his sack until her fingers found his tubes. She began rolling them slowly, almost lovingly, between her thumb and forefinger, relishing the utterly vulnerable feel of them squirming around inside his sack.

She placed the sharp side of the knife's blade up against the under side of Mike's sack, just above the point the chrome ring had been. She placed her thumb on the top of his sack and pressed it down on the blade with force just shy of breaking the skin. Slowly she massaged the vulnerable flesh over the blade as she looked up at Mike and laughed with mocking sweetness in his face at his futile, muffled, delirious pleas and protests. She looked at the glinting, shiny, silver blade against the loose skin of his exposed sack and almost salivated.

Mike's dick was dead limp, and that was good. That meant he was truly afraid and unwilling, not sort of turned on or aroused like some of the pigs she had snared before had gotten. Yes, she had definitely made a good catch this time, she thought to herself. A good one, indeed.

The gloating threat continued until a single tear ran down Mike's cheek. Julie then took the knife away from Mike's balls, placed it in it's sheath and laughed a long, rich laugh at Mike who was still sobbing uncontrollably from behind the gag. Just how in the world was she going to control him with his on and off switch in the future if she took it off? she asked, with brimming sweetness. Mike blinked a few times and Julie laughed again.

Mike's body was hit with such a wash of relief that he managed to slump even in his rigid restraints. He hung his head as exhaustion that had been held at bay by his frantic will of self preservation flooded and debilitated him. His nostrils were flaring with his hard breath.

Holy fuck, he thought, noticing that even the words of his thoughts sounded like they were gasping for air. He had never been so scared before. Hands down that had been the worst fright of his life and suddenly he had a bit of insight as to how many things the average person probably took for granted in a given lifetime. Then, just a few seconds after that realization, the most unusually invigorating spell of trembling and shaking overtook his body and he must have shaken like a leaf for ten minutes before he gathered enough energy to lift his head.

He looked up and saw that Julie was looking at him with that smile of narrowed intent again. His heart half way jumped back to it's feet, ready to dance again, before finally laughing at it's own fear and settling down once more. Wow. She was something else, this woman. Joke or no joke, that look she got in her eyes every now and then was simply unnerving. He had certainly been convinced by it, anyway. Julie then touched Mike's cock again and said that the poor little guy had had enough.

Mike learned something else about his body then. He hadn't known it was possible to get a hard on as fast as he did then. He didn't even feel Julie's hand moving over his cock. The alchemical mix of truest fear, delirium, relief, and exhaustion his predicament had invoked within him snapped his organ to khundalinic front and center in ten seconds flat. The ache of the previous stretching and abuse it had endured mixed well with the scale topping arousal and only made Mike harder.

Could he have spoken at the time, he might have suggested that Julie stand aside. A few more seconds and he was going to spray his contribution to the eternal river of milk and honey all over the place, including Julie. Surely she was able to tell that he was about to come. There was no telling how many times she had done this before, what with her obvious skill. Yeah, she knew. Had to. She was watching his dick very expectantly. In fact, she was watching it with that unnerving glint in her eye again.

Julie took Mike’s cock in her hand then as if she had just heard every thought going through his mind, the act of which, alone, just almost sent Mike over the edge, right there and then. She slid her hand up the shaft, poised her index finger over the head of his cock and then, quickly and accurately, sunk her wicked fingernail into his urethra making Mike jerk hard and suddenly against the restraints.

The sly smirk on Julie’s face simultaneously confirmed her awareness of his escalation and the message of that little gesture. Mike wasn’t cumming before Julie wanted him to. And he didn’t. The sharp pain of her pointed fingernail against the tender inside flesh of his urethra pierced his arousal and choked off the approaching ejaculation quickly and effectively. And Mike whimpered out a little cry to let her know she had been successful.

This gave Julie a ball to run with, however. Surely, now that the arousal had been broken this was causing nothing but pain. Any further application would be totally unnecessary. In fact, further application would be nothing other than deliberate infliction. Julie smiled. She caught Mike’s eyes with her own and waited for them to register her pause. Then she pushed her fingernail in further. The wounded expression that overcame Mike’s face then was simply delightful and she held his gaze as she then officially made “infliction” the point of the moment.

Slowly she began sinking her nail further into the soft, hidden flesh, pushing further and further and then further still, grinning gleefully as the pain reached a point that made Mike start to rear against his restraints. She checked her progress and let out a tickled little laugh. Then she pressed her fingernail in a last bit further and closed the gap between the lip of his urethra and her cuticle. Once they touched she pushed a little further for good, sadistic measure. And Mike was feeling every hair’s breadth of it.

Oh, but she wasn’t done. Naturally, as one would expect next from such a sadistic mind, she began gyrating her fingernail around inside his penis. So hard were Mike’s following convulsions that striations appeared in his muscles and a tingle of icy exhilaration hissed up through Julie’s body from below.

All traces of arousal gone once more, Mike’s cock began deflating, so Julie quickly moved her left hand to the base of the shaft of his cock and clamped her thumb and forefinger around it to trap the blood and to hold the cock steady so she could dig even harder. She pulled her nail almost all the way out and then buried it in his penis again, this time widening the circles as she sank it in, forcibly raking it against the flesh. She sunk it to the hilt into the urethra repeatedly then, gouging that wicked point into the flesh as hard as she could. Sometimes she could just almost see it through his penis walls.

Mike was writhing in agony against the restraints, particularly the times she pulled her fingernail back out. Certainly, it was wreaking havoc on the poor unexposed flesh, but especially when the sides of it, which she always liked to file to immaculate hair splitting sharpness, was getting a straight bite at the flesh. Julie sighed a smile in Mike’s face and then slowly began simply pushing and pulling her nail straight in and out of his urethra. Mike began contorting and struggling as if someone had set his legs on fire. He was practically screaming against the gag. Julie felt the tingle between her legs intensify then and she made the strokes deeper. She drew close to Mike’s face and made him look in her eyes. The expression in his eyes said she shouldn’t be doing this. This was wrong. The gleeful laughter she let loose in his face totally agreed. Julie began pressing her nail hard to either side of his urethra as she pressed in and pulled out, sawing against the flesh, and it wasn’t long after she started doing that that she felt something wet and sticky on the tip of her finger. That triggered the first serious surge of ecstasy between her legs and she felt her asshole dilate as the surge bolted up through her. Excitedly, she pushed her fingernail in then the furthest she had yet. The wet substance served as lube and helped her finger slide into his urethra almost half way to the first joint. She wondered, innocently, of course, how it could open up so wide, all of the sudden.

In and out she pushed and pulled her finger, sinking it further and further every time. When she had gotten to the point where she was starting to bury her first joint in his penis Mike was no longer looking in her eyes and seemed to be trying to escape within himself. A tear built up in his eye and trailed down his cheek again. Julie retracted her fingernail from his penis, creating a wet sucking sound as she did so, and brought it up to catch the tear off his cheek. When she saw the water of the tear trail swirl and mix with a fresh flow of crimson from her now blood coated fingernail, the tumult that had been building between her legs ignited and quickly collected on all her arousal up to that point. When it had finished it was a searing bolt of icy fire that exploded within her with serious, dangerous force that sent the pendulum teetering delicately on the brink. She let it waver there for a moment, gathering even more strength from the suspension, before she drew it in and subsided it. It was going to be monumental when she let it go.

She unfastened a couple buckles on Mike’s restraints then and just the sound of them jingling free was enough of a light at the end of the tunnel to bring Mike around. He let out a desperate, thankful laugh and Julie began telling him it was all over in her best tone of denouement.

He had certainly earned his reward, she said, and began stroking Mike's cock with honed dexterity that was nothing short of being truly prodigious. A few seconds later her smile turned into a grin that was almost doughy with sinister delight as she felt his testicles, loose and lolling in her hand as they were, begin to contract and draw. Mike rolled his head back in shuddering ecstasy as his body began drawing energy for his upcoming crippling release. He didn't hear the silvery slide of the knife being pulled back out of it's sheath.

Julie pulled Mike's balls far out from his body and her eyes flashed with coldest, knowing delight when she heard Mike moan. With spidery grace she worked her fingers around Mike's sack until she had her fore-finger and thumb closed firmly and securely around the base of his sack, the nails of the other fingers dug deep into the skin. With a flaring, serpentine flick of her tongue she stroked the backside of the tip of his cock with a quick, swathing lick just as he looked down at her. And then she squeezed. Just as he noticed the knife again.

The clash of Mike's immediately reinstated horror at the sight of the knife along with the thunderous, rumbling start of his orgasm collided in a squirming stalwart for a fraction of a second before his orgasm erupted like a crown blown volcano and violently prevailed.

The next passing second was a savory eternity for Julie. With an eye trained so exceptionally well by her long abided dementia, she literally watched the draw of semen through his tubes travel up through his sack until the rise of it passed over the viscerally sharp edge of cold stainless steel pressed into the flesh below. She pulled his sack the absolute last bit further it could go and, with a quick, sharp draw that she tempered only so as to ensure the entire length of the blade a part of the cut, severed Mike's testicles from his body.

Mike screamed and convulsed hard enough to jolt his harness before he began babbling wildly and senselessly against the ball gag. With a maniacal grin of pure evil, Julie held the severed sack under her sex and released the thunder that had been harbored and brewing between her legs for some time now. Her knees went weak and she felt, more than heard, something akin to a metallic pop inside her head as some vital fuse somewhere blew. Her vision went dim. The release erupted in a series of conical, spewing deluges, the last couple of which escaping with such force that they looked pinched, like the water from a hose when someone holds their finger over the spout. Julie sighed, her breath heavy and wavering, and squeezed the severed pair of testicles, drenched in her cum as it was now, like a ripped out heart and watched as semen spurted out of the hanging, limp tubes, falling to the floor in a mix of semen, blood and her own cum.

Julie lifted the defeated looking sack up to Mike's face. Mike's eyes rolled back into his head as his body went into shock and Julie laughed cruelly at him. She held the eviscerated sack over his convulsing head and squeezed the remainder of the semen and blood in them out onto his head, laughing as it dribbled down into his eyes. Then she dropped the shriveled sack to the floor and slowly crushed and ground it under the spike of her heel.

When she had recovered from her tumultuous orgasm she lifted Mike’s dead limp cock by the tip of it’s bloody, sliced up urethra with her pointed fingernails and examined the damage of her cut. “Smooth as a poet’s face.” she said to Mike with a sweet smile, complimenting herself on what a skillful job she had done as she lightly lolled the dripping ends of his tubes about with the point of her knife.

Her profound orgasm was still subsiding, leaving her with a comfortably invigorating warmth and she basked in it as she slid her fingers to his limp dick and began absently playing with it as she cooed wickedly in his face. “That was the shortest ‘shortcoming’ of manhood I have ever seen.” she said to him with a laugh. Mike was capable of nothing beyond muted, steadily weakening babble that escaped his mouth mostly in the form of a trail of saliva. “It’ll certainly be on my mind for a while, at any rate.” Julie said, grinning mockingly in his face as she absently pulled his dick around in circles. She flicked her tongue against the other side of the ball gag, before giving it a wet, and exaggeratedly drawn out, sucking kiss.

She looked back down at her handy work and just couldn’t help but notice the hairline knick she had put on his dick when she had gyrated his cock a little too widely and a little too close to the knife blade while she was gloating at Mike.

“Smooth as a poet’s face might not be smooth enough, however.” she said, watching his deflated cock flop lifelessly in her hand. Her breathing immediately deepened and the subsiding tingle between her legs turned abruptly in it’s tracks and returned with surprising quickness. Her lips curled into a smile.”There’s always smooth as a baby’s bottom.” she said with a tone of decisive finality.

She pulled his cock out a little then and lightly trailed the point of the blade up and down it's stretched length. Then she began whetting the edge up and down the top of it as a barber would a shaving razor on a belt and her smile spread into a grin. The tingle then turned into a roar and announced with certain clarity that the ‘south’ had risen again. Mike was stammering something faintly that probably wouldn't have made sense even without the ball gag in his mouth.

Julie then slowly pulled his penis out as far as it would go and placed the knife under it at the base, lifting his penis slightly and pushing the edge of the knife in to get it as absolutely close to the base as it could possibly go. Then, moving the blade from side to side with serene, deliberate slowness, she sliced his cock off as well.

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