The following is fiction containing adult themes.  If you are
underage or do not wish to read sexual material, then please do
not.  If you feel that this story is about you, personally, it is
sheer coincidence.

A Fantasy too Far
by DX
Copyrighted 1997


     Bathed in the unreal cathode light Sammy's chubby face shone
like a lumpy moon.   "Are you a real woman?"  Sammy smiled as his
fingers flew across the keys.  He could feel a stirring in his
loins as the message he typed took form.  "SWM ready to be your
eunuch slave if your woman enough to take my low hanging,
softball sized nuts from me!"  Sammy's cock quickly swelled.  It
felt warm and comfortable in his pants and he took one hand from
his typing and started to rub himself though his clothes.
     "I am a tall sex god and if your a svelte, powerful woman
with commanding breasts and the skills to dominate me completely,
my balls shall be your prize.  Make me your lowly eunuch pet,
living only to serve you with my worthless tongue."  Sammy
slipped his roving hand into his pants to give his swollen member
direct attention.  "Make me your eunuch slave...if you can!"
     Sammy crossposted his message, as he had done several times
a day, to multiple newsgroups, and put a fake e-mail response to
it.  He never bothered to check for spelling or grammatical
errors, nor did he care.  Sammy's fantasy was in the sending.  A
wild dream that deep inside he did not want to come true, but it
was a wild trip to think about.  He didn't care that the
newsgroups thought him a nuisance.  He didn't care about the
people to who took the time to answer his posts, he rarely
checked to see if anyone did.  Sammy only cared about the wild
orgasms his little fantasy brought about.
     He then changed the dates on his adverts and sent out his
spam letters.  It was a good living, if one could call it living,
spamming for the inconsiderate industries, choking newsgroups to
death and clogging peoples mail boxes with crap.  Sammy didn't
care about that either.
     He rose, one hand still fumbling about in his pants and
headed towards the bathroom.  He didn't bother to log off.  What
did he care about the rest of AQL when he had a great connection
rate and intended to keep it.
     A knock at the door caught him suddenly.  He stood there for
several seconds, wondering who it could be at 4:00 am.  His
roommate was not due for another 2 hours.
       The knock came again before he stumbled over to answer it,
his hand still in his pants.  He took it out to open the door.
     The bosom that greeted him was unlike anything that Sammy
had ever seen before on a human.  Helium filled, gravity defying,
almost perfectly spherical mounds, packed tightly into a thin
latex bra.  Like two bald men wrestling beneath a rubber blanket
they giggled at him invitingly.  Sammy could see the nipples,
pierced with thick steel rings, outlined in the shiny black skin,
inviting him, taunting him to dare a taste.  They were the body
consuming breasts from a ancient fertility doll about to spew
fourth life to nurture a nation.
     Sammy eye's followed the curve to the wasp corset that
smoothly rolled to the callipygian hips to the longer than law
allowed legs to the patent leather ballet shoes.
     And Sammy enjoyed it all again as he looked up.
     Her face was sculpted porcelain from the hand of a
renaissance master, framed by her gigantic flowing curls of jet,
silken hair.  Her lips, puffy and kissable, tainted with mahogany
lipstick curved in a bemused smile.  Her eyes hidden by dark
industrial welders glasses only intensified her mystery.
     Her voice was a rumbling alto, vibrating through Sammy's
soul and straight to his cock.
     "Are you nutme5641@AQL.com?"   She asked.
     Sammy suddenly found himself slipping out of his dreaming as
he had to think.  "What?"
     "You're Nutme."  She said with assurance.   "Single white
male with softball sized lowhangers in need of overpowering big
breasted amazon to dominate and castrate."  She recited from
memory.
     Seconds of blur flashed past Sammy's eyes and the thought
came to him that he did indeed wrote that.  Then more seconds
flashed as he realized that she was here to do it.  Panic flashed
with in him!  He didn't want to be castrated!
     Sammy realized that it was now that time for his years of
being the hero in every new computer game since Zork, the
original text version, to pay off.  It was to be a battle of his
life, a battle to save his balls.
     Several more seconds past as Sammy stood, paralyzed, not
knowing what to do.
     "Hi, Nutme."  She went on, dazzling Sammy with her perfect
flashing lips that were surprisingly animate.  "I'm here to cut
off your balls.  I'm going to saute them in butter and mushrooms.
If their half the size you advertized, they should make a nice
snack for me and my girlfriend."  She said matter of factly.
     Sammy knew it was now or never.  "ggh, gh, Get out of here."
He whispered.  "Get out of here!"  He squeaked in an embarrassing
tone.  Desperation driving his limbs to action, Sammy took a half
step back and tried to slam the door, only to find her foot
holding it open.
     At that moment and time, Sammy didn't realize that his half
step back had put him into perfect range.
     Her longer than law allowed leg and spring steel supported
and reinforced ballet shoe flew up gracefully, and pulverized
Sammy's crotch, crushing his less than softball sized testicles
flat against his pelvis bone.
     Pain shoved through Sammy's entrails like a frozen railroad
spoke.  Air hissed from his lungs viciously as his hands swept to
his crotch.  Balance askew, eyes flooding with painful tears,
Sammy watched with helpless detachment as her leg cocked back and
powered another blow, smashing his hands into his crotch and into
his balls again, renewing the indescribable pain.
     Sammy crumpled to the floor, knees to chest.   Stepping in,
she quickly grabbed his elbow and wrist, her titanium tipped
nails seeking the nerves, casting razor blade showers through his
arm.  His muscles betrayed him, obeying a new master in a tenuous
hope to escape further pain and giving into her will.  Sammy was
splayed out, flat on his belly, her knees driving into his spine.
Steel handcuffs bit furiously into his wrists, then ankles.  A
padlock connecting the two.
     As Sammy vainly tried to force breath into his lungs,
against the tide of pain pushing out from his groin, so he could
fulfil his newest wild fantasy of eking out some plea for help
and possible rescue, she forced a huge ball gag into his open,
gasping mouth and snugged its straps closed.
     She rose, taking her barrage of pain enduing techniques with
her.  Sammy found himself hog tied, floundering about like a
beached whale, squeaking into his gag and praying for a miracle.
     Another pair of shoes, these were red pumps with towering
heels, came into view, closing the door behind them.  "The coast
is clear."  The new voice said.
     They set up saw horses, then slipped a bar under his arms
and with a grunt, lifted his overweight body up and onto the
horses.  Sammy swayed gently between the two stands, the pain in
his arms were nothing compared to the pain everywhere else.  A
rod under his arms, his wrists chained to his feet, Sammy was
helpless to do anything but swing.
     The second girl, dressed in a shiny red leather jumpsuit two
sizes too small took a set of scissors and cut away Sammy's
clothes while the first girl cleared the coffee table, a stolen
spool from the phone company, with a sweep of her arm sending
Sammy's stacks of "Anal Lovin'" and "Deep Oral" magazines to the
floor.  She pulled a table cloth from her bag and with a
flourishing snap, covered the table.  She then set a hot plate in
the center.  Looking for a plug for her hot plate, she unplugged
Sammy's computer without bothering to properly shut down Windows
95 doing untold damage to Sammy's system.
     "Anna?"  The red one said.  "I don't think he's happy."
     Anna looked up from her table setting.  "What do you mean,
Carol?"
     Carol looked at Sammy, putting a ponderous finger to her
apple cheek.  "I guess its that terrified look of horror on his
face."
     Anna lit a candle.  "You mean this little spammer clogged
the newsgroup with his little personal fantasy with no real
intention to go though with it for some sort of perverted kick?"
Anna unrolled her castration tools from a sanitized towel.
"Well, I didn't waste all that cab fare to go home empty handed.
Besides, I'm hungry."  She rose.  "Lets take a look at those low
hangers."
     Carol tilted her head, looking at Sammy's trembling body.
"I don't think their quite soft ball sized."
     "They're not big enough for any main stream sport!"   Anna
growled.  "Lets cut off his cock too.  It'll be enough for us to
have one bite each.  One small bite."
     Sammy squirmed in his bonds.
     Carol looked at him.  "You really don't want us to cut off
your balls, do you?"  She looked back to Anna.  "Lets give him a
chance."  She rummaged about in her bag.  "The test is simple.  A
real man can control himself so that his orgasm is timed with his
lover.  If you and I were lovers, my orgasm will take ten
minutes."  She pulled a timer from her bag.  "All you have to do
is hold your orgasm for ten minutes.  Then you're a real lover
and rate to keep your balls.  Agreed?"  She started the timer.
     Sammy watched as she unzipped her jumpsuit, letting her
cleavage roll open.  Her massive breasts, seconded only by Anna,
giggled in his face.  She smiled and she lowered to her knees.
     Her hot breath stroked his cock and despite the pain his
body was in, his over masturbated cock rose to attention.  Her
steaming tongue wrapped his member like an anaconda, sliding
about it like a jungle tree.  As her lips wrapped about the base,
Sammy's eyes rolled back into his head.  She suckled him, lolled
him about her mouth like a lolly pop. 
     She changed positions, taking only a second to roll on a
condom before wriggling her butt up against him, sliding him into
her.  "Ohhh,"  She mewed.  "What a lovely little cock, its rides
right up against my...spot."  She cooed as she slithered and
wriggled as she felt his member stiffen and jerk with spasms.
     She turned, a little disappointed.  She peeled of his
condom, letting the last drips of his cum fall on her tongue.
"He doesn't even taste all that good."  She made a face.
     Anna looked at the timer.  "Four minutes."   She said
botheredly as she rose from the table.  "Can we move this along?
The roommate is due home soon."
     Carol nodded.  "Yes, lets."  
     Sammy watched in helpless horror as they slipped a catheter
into his urethra.  Then they banded his cock and scrotum with an
elastrator.  They waited a bit, letting their hot plate warm up
and the butter melt and the mushrooms brown before taking a
ratchething shear and clipped off his balls.
     Agony swept Sammy and flooded his mind with white pain.
Through the static he watched his balls on a plate, float away
from him and into the hot plate with a sizzle.  He barley noticed
as they sliced of his penis and added it the pan.
     He watched, suffering as both girls took their places and
each took their ladylike, delicate bites of Sammy's manhood,
patting their bellies with mock satisfaction as they giggled like
school girls.
     They cleaned up.  The uncuffed Sammy and left him curled up
on the floor, blowing him kisses from the door.  Pain swept,
Sammy could only huddle in on himself, his hands clutching the
bandages they had taped to his groin and bemoan his fate, letting
unconsciousness mercifully take him away.
     Sammy's roommate arrived on time, immediately dialing 911.
They treated him on an outpatient basis, his attackers had
performed perfect surgery and Sammy had no insurance.  The police
paid him little mind.  "Two gorgeous amazons, huge breasts and
wearing welder's glasses broke in and stole your penis and
testicles for no reason.  Uh, yeah, we'll get right on it."
     His roommate showed little sympathy.  "I told you that shit
would catch up with you.  Flaming people and pissing them off.
How many different personas did you have anyway?  Nutme.  What
made you think of that?  Are there any others?"
     "No."  Sammy lied.
     His roommate took up his keys.  "I gotta go to work.   I'll
pick up your antibiotics prescription on my way home."
     Sammy limped over to his computer, plugging it in and
putting out the days spam.  He would need the money now that he
had a medical bill to pay.
     There was a knock at the door and terror filled Sammy's
heart.  "Who is it?"
     "Its the police, we have a few questions."  The voice of
granite dragging over concrete said.
     Sammy put the chain on the door and opened it a crack.  It
was a soldier with a tight military cut and well trimmed non-
military goatee.  "Makemeeatshit401@AQL.COM?"   He asked.
     Sammy shirked and tried to slam the door, but a powerful
hand shoved it open, then chain snapping like thread.
     A sudden sweep kick threw Sammy to the floor and within
seconds he was duct taped into a gagged, helpless ball.
     The soldier pulled a piece of paper from his cargo pocket
and read it out loud.  "Looking for rockum sockum Marine to force
me to be his shit eating toilet slave."  He looked at Sammy.
"I've been saving up for three days and I took half a box of Ex-
lax.  We're gonna have some fun!"  He grabbed Sammy by the collar
of his robe and started to drag him towards the bathroom.
     There was a knock at the door.  Sammy prayed for rescue as
the soldier went to answer it.  "Hello?"  He said rather
politely."
     "Um, Hi."  Sammy could hear the transvestite voice from
beyond.  "I'm looking for wannabeagirl372@AQL.COM and she's
looking for makemeapainslut229@AQL.COM.   Is that you?"
     "I think you're looking for this guy."  The soldier said,
letting them in.
     And as Sammy thought about his other personas to include
snuffme3778@AQL.COM and longpigwhitemeat994@AQL.COM he thought
that perhaps sometimes a fantasy could go a bit too far...


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