Fantasy Island -- I

Girl's fantasy comes true

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I am the hostess of Fantasy Island.  I always greet my guests at the 
pier.  Today, there is only one.  Her name is Elizabeth.  She is 
beautiful.  Long blonde hair, shapely body, big breasts, long slim 
legs.  But she is very depressed.  You can tell from a mile away.  
She does not need the drink we serve our guests when they first set 
foot on Fantasy Island.  She needs a hug.  I went up to her, give her 
a big hug and asked her: "What do you want for your fantasy?"  
"Justice" she said.

I normally do not invite guests to my cottage.  But Michelle is 
different.  She needs a little extra compassion.  I poured her a 
glass of wine and asked her to tell me the whole story.  "There is 
little to tell.  I left the party and went for a walk on the beach.  
It was a lovely night.  He came out of nowhere and raped me.  The 
cops could not find him.  They told me I was the fourth woman raped 
in that way.   He picked a different beach each time."  She is 
crying.  I hold her in my arms, stroke her lovely hair.  Her tear 
flows freely, wetting my dress.  "You will have justice."

I waited until everyone was seated.  Then I say: "Bring in the 
defendant."    The bailiff, Jennifer, my beautiful girlfriend 
(although nobody in the courtroom knows), brings him in, his hands 
cuffed behind him.  Tonight, in bed, I must ask her how it feels to 
have him locked up.  I can hardly tear my eyes off her firm chest.  
She stands off to one side, out of my view, so that she does not 
distract me.  She knows.  A rape trial is serious business.  A 
distracted judge is unacceptable.  I looked at the court reporter, 
Mimi.  She is so proper and prim.  But she is rumored to be wild in 
bed. When he sees the people in the courtroom, he cannot hide his 
fear.  He cannot hide his arousal either.  

I know both the prosecutor and the defense attorney well.  Rebecca, 
the prosecutor, is good.  She knows how to present a convincing case, 
even out of evidence I consider weak.  She has fought Victoria, the 
defense attorney many times.  Victoria is the best defense lawyer I 
know.  She can take the smallest doubt and blow it up.  They know 
each other well.  They are rivals in fashion.  They always make it a 
point to dress in well tailored suits, which show off their beautiful 
bodies perfectly.  Michelle sits behind Rebecca.  

I look at the jurors.  Three of them are members of my health club, 
although I have never spoken with them before.  Jenny runs.  Tina  
swims.  Camile attends the arobics class with her girlfriend.  Joann 
is a beautician who works in a saloon across the street.  My 
hairdresser just moved to another city.  Maybe I will go see her next 
week.  I have seen Lisa many times.  Her boss is a lawyer who works 
in the court house.  Angie is stunningly beautiful.  She is a model.  
If I can have my way, I prefer not to have her in my court room.  She 
distracts me.  Jennifer may pick it up and get jealous.  The rest of 
them: Angie, Donna, Janet, Stephanie, Linda, and Kimberley, I do not 
know.  Surveying them from the bench, I think they are all very 
beautiful.  

The trial goes smoothly.  The most important witness was Officer 
Tiffany.  She made the arrest.  "I was on beach patrol.  I heard 
screams.  So I ran over there.  I saw the defendant on top of the 
victim.  She was fighting.  I could see her legs moving vigorously, 
trying to push him away.  I saw the torn dress."  "What did you do 
next?" asked Rebecca, the prosecutor.  "I kicked his balls.  Then I 
handcuffed him."  "I would like to introduce the victim’s torn 
clothes as evidence."  Said Rebecca, the prosecutor.  The dress was 
torn.  The bra was pulled apart.  Everyone grasped.  


"How did the jury find?"  "We find the defendant guilty of rape."  
"The defendant will be sentenced next week."

That night, as hostess of Fantasy Island again, not the judge, I 
invite Elizabeth to my cottage for dinner.  She is relieved.  She 
hugs me tightly.  "It feels so good to see him convicted.  I don’t 
know how you catch him.  The cops tried.  They really did.  But no 
luck.  Thank you.  Let’s not talk about it any more.  I do not want 
to influence you in sentencing."  


I am the judge again. The defendant is again brought in.  This time, 
only the prosecutor, the defense lawyer, the court reporter, the 
bailiff, and Elizabeth are there.  Elizabeth sits on the bench in the 
far corner. And the rapist.  "According to the law of Amazonia, I 
sentence you to be castrated for committing the crime of rape.  Both 
you cock and balls will be cut off.  You have fifteen days to 
appeal."  I always get aroused when I hand down the castration 
sentence.  I hide it well.  Jennifer is the only one who notices.  
She has already rebuke me twice for getting horny when I sentence men 
to be castrated.


On Fantasy Island, time can move fast or slowly.  It feels like a few 
seconds, but the rapist has exhausted his appeals. His castration is 
certain.  According to Amazonian law, the victim is allowed to 
witness the punishment.  She can bring up to three persons with her.  
The law says nothings about how the castration is to be carried out.  
So, the prison warden can do it any way she likes to.  Elizabeth asks 
me to go with her, as a friend.  I am not a judge any more.  This is 
the first time I watch castration, although I have sent five rapists 
to the castration chamber before.


The prison warden is Kelly.  She greets us at the front gate and 
bring us directly into the castration chamber.  I cannot help 
noticing how well she looks at about forty five.  I hold Elizabeth 
lightly.  She needs someone to comfort her.  The law allows the 
victim to prescribe the precise method of castration.  Elizabeth 
tells Kelly just do her job her way.  So we do not know what to 
expect.  



Two female guards bring him in. He is totally naked, his hands cuffed 
behind his back.  His big cock is hard and fully erect.  He has a 
leash on his balls.  One guard holds the leash drags him in.  The 
guards are dressed in the smallest bikini I have ever seen.  It 
hardly cover their breasts and pussies.  They are well made up, their 
hair and nails well done.  They strap him to the bench.  His big cock 
sticks straight up in the air.



Kelly put her lips close to my ear and says: "I let the guards have 
fun whenever there is a castration.  It is the best motivation for 
doing a good job.  We always give them a little medicine to get hard 
before we cut it off."  Then she bites my earlobe lightly.  She is 
very aroused.  I am getting aroused.  So is Elizabeth, although she 
has mixed feelings.  She just wants justice.  But the scene is 
getting to her.  She tried to control her excitement.  But she is 
losing.



The guards touch him lightly.  They kiss and fondle each other’s 
breasts.  They brush his cock with their long hair.  He thrusts his 
hip up unconsciously, trying to rub his cock against them.  The 
guards are very skillful.  They never let him have a hard rub.  The 
poor guy.  He is watching two beautiful women make love and getting a 
hard on he can lose only one way.  



Kelly wrap her arm around me.  She is licking my ear again.  "Are 
they going to let him come a last time?" I asked in ignorance.  "Of 
course not.  The penalty for letting him come is severe.  They will 
lose one castration."  Elizabeth’s breath is rugged.   I hope that 
she will totally lose control of herself.  If she walks out, I have 
to follow her.  But I want to join Kelly and the guards in an orgy.  
I am sure they are going to have one as soon as the cock is off.  



The guards are masturbating each other.  Then one of them press her 
pussy against his cock.  The thin, transparent material of her G-
string both inflames and contains his passion.  The thin lace 
separates his cock from the intense pleasure of the hot tight pussy.  
He thrusts.  But she skillfully pulls back, keeping rhythm with him, 
letting his cock head touch her only lightly.  After a while, the 
other guard gets her chance to do it.  I am amazed by their skill.  
"They have lots of practice."  Kelly says.  "This is the fifth time 
we brought him in here.  We never let him come."



Finally, one of the guards grab his cock.  He was in heaven, enjoying 
the hand job.  He is moaning.  He is trembling. He is also 
desperate.  His orgasm is imminent.  She takes out the knife hidden 
under the bench and whoosh, a fountain of blood instead.  The big 
cock comes off in her hand.  Then the other guard takes the knife and 
slowly cuts off the balls.  A doctor comes in to take care of the 
wound.



The guards come to us, bringing the cock and balls.  They put them in 
a box.  By law, the victim owns them.  All five of us are not under 
control.  Kelly opens another door and leads us into a room with a 
big bed.  We have an orgy that lasts for hours.   



I am the hostess of Fantasy Island.  I always see my guests off at 
the pier.  Today, there is only one.  Her name is Elizabeth.  She 
wraps her arm around my waist as we walk towards the pier.  "How can 
I thank you?  I came here wanting only justice.  You gave me that.  
And you let me live out three other fantasies."  "Three extra 
fantasies?"  I am surprised.  "Yes, three extra ones.  I have always 
wanted to make love to a woman.  I have always wanted to have an 
orgy.  I just did not have the nerve to do it.  You set me free to do 
it.  And I have always wanted to watch a castration.  You gave me 
that.  Now I wonder what it is like to actually cut a cock off."