Hannah's Charitable Works

Penny was so excited, it had finally came, the little brown box contained a tape and was post marked Mexico City, of all places. She rushed into the house shedding wrappings as she went and headed straight to the VCR, where she sat glued to the screen for the next two hours as this German sounding woman talked men in to having themselves neutered.

Scrotum after scrotum hit her table with the help of what Penny knew was a branch cutter. Penny did not masturbate or get wet, she had a sort of mental orgasm, her brain was on fire. The tape had cost a $1000 dollars, she had seen it advertised on the web, and it had been worth every cent of that sum and more to Penny.

“I have to meet this woman, have got to learn how to do that, to have that kind of power.”

Penny was not a feminist, or man hater, but the idea of castrating a man had fascinated her for years. Her husband had the same lack of sexual libido that she had, so he had been the first. No big deal. Then she had done her best friends husband. But, in both cases this had not been voluntary detachment, she had been sneaky. She wanted to be able to convince a man to ask her, beg her, and plead with her to cut him.

Penny had to meet this woman. It took some doing, the website that had advertised the tape was a Romanian site. The Mexico City address was a re-mailer of a re-mailer. Source code didn’t tell her much either. Then she hit upon it, she sent a letter to the payment company on her credit card bill and begged them to forward it to the individual that owned the account.

One month later Penny got a plain legal size envelop in the mail, no return address, on the card was a Pennsylvania phone number and two words: ‘snip, snip’.

Penny was so excited she thought she would wet her self. Quickly she dialed the number, an electronic voice asked for her name and number, which she gave. Damn.

A few minutes later the phone rang. “Is this Penny.”

”Yes.”

“This is Hannah, you know a girl cannot be too careful these days. How are you?”

“What a treat to talk to you, I admire your talents so, etc. etc.

They talked for two hours. Both agreed that the elastrator was a relatively painless way to go, and that after a man had been banded for a couple of hours, his flesh was so numb he didn’t get much more than a twinge either from Hannah’s cutters, or Penny’s knife. Not so informed regarding the penis, lack of blood didn’t really numb those nerve endings all that much and the man would scream his lungs out if there was no painkiller.

Finally, they were winding down, Penny made her request: “Hannah, the next time you are going to talk a man’s nuts off could I watch and listen in person. It would be such a treat to see a pro like you work.”

“Penny, I promise the next time I have a deserving man her to de ball I will call you in advance, you are what five hours away. We will have such fun.”

That was that.

The phone rang one Thursday evening 7 months later. “Penny.”

“This is your friend Hannah, you know, snip, snip.”

“Oh it is so good to hear from you, I thought you had forgotten about me.”

“No dear, we cut ups have to stick together. Can you be here Saturday morning and stay the night? Inquired Hannah.

“I will be there with bells on.”

Hannah gave Penny her address, and the arrangements were made.

Penny left Friday evening and stayed in a Cherry Hill, NJ motel then with a good map went into Philly at 9AM. Finding a place to park in Hannah’s neighborhood proved to be a problem, but finally she found a suitable location where there was some assurance she wouldn’t be towed.

Penny was dressed informally, jeans, a blouse and a flannel shirt. More or less her usual. Penny didn’t know quite what to expect in Hannah, what she got was a reasonably attractive woman of about 30 years, blond hair, blue eyes, in other words she would have a looked like the young matron’s you see pushing their shopping carts in the Safeway. Hannah was dressed more or less informally, a nice house-dress and bunny slippers.

“Come in come in Penny dear, how good it is to meet you.”

The slight German accent got Penny, it was more pronounced in person than on the phone. The apartment was in an older building, like Hannah very solid, and the living room was bright, airy and filled with miniature trees. Coffee and rolls were served, for which Penny was grateful, she had been so excited she had skipped the free breakfast at the motel.

Then after a suitable period of time had past Hannah spoke: “Our subject will not be here for several hours yet, he is a young man, who loves his mother and is quite religious. In order for you to understand I have to tell you a long story.”

“Go right ahead Hannah, I have so looked forward to this, if I have to will miss a days work on Monday.”

“Well hopefully the convincing of his young man will not take that long. But first I must show you a tape, and explain the circumstances.”

“Go right ahead, I am yours to command.”

“The tape you are about to see is of a despicable man named Jerry Feldon. I am a good camerawoman and editor am I not..”

“The best Hannah, you do all this yourself?”

“Yes this room is wired, I have four low light cameras installed, and a complete computerized video editing machine in the spare bedroom.”

“That is so cool.”

“Yes and profitable.” Grinned Hannah. “Sorry, it is just so good with talk with someone that shares my interest as you do. This man as they say in the market he is not worth goat shit, it would have been better had he never been born.

First he goes out with sluts, not whores, sluts. Whores try to keep themselves disease free. The women he consorts with are of the lowest kind. Once he brought home body lice, and another time he came home with gonorrhea. He generously gave these to his wife. The last caused her to be hospitalized and require the removal of her ovaries.

He drinks. We of German decent drink, but it is food. He drinks until he vomits. He has been arrested for public drunkenness, dwi, has been fined, wrecked his car and paid thousands of dollars in fine’s and lawyers fees to stay out of jail. Still he will not change.

To make this picture complete he is a compulsive gambler, who will bet on raindrops running down a window pain. He gambles on horses, at casino’s and with criminals.

He is a very poor gambler who always looses.

His son came to me and told me this story. Their house in Burlington had been foreclosed by the casino’s. He had signed a second and a third mortgage to get money to gamble. His wife took the children and went on Sec. 8 housing and public assistance to get away from him. Even then they could not get away from this terrible man, the bookies from Trenton, Camden and So. Philly came to Mrs. Feldon and demanded she pay his debts. They were living on rice and beans for months.

The straw that broke the dogs back was when he snuck into there apartment took his wife’s jewelry, wedding rings, engagement ring and family heirlooms and pawned them for money to drink with. That is when the son found me. He said he had heard of me, how I do not know, and wanted his father punished. I explained to him that my alterations would only relieved him his desire for women, and would not help with the gambling and the liquor. He and his mother had joined a storefront church for solace and guidance. After praying on this the son decided to contact me. He told me this was the punishment his father deserved.”

“Wow, that is quite a tale, sounds like a real soap opera.”

“Oh it is much worse than a soap opera, this is real. I agreed to help, only after talking with the boys mother, and said there would be no charge if I could make a tape. Which I would have made in any case. There is a large market out there for the kinky ones, and they are willing to pay unbelievable amounts of money for this tape because the subject is in such distress. The boy appears to have been damaged by his abusive father. I didn’t want him present, and only allowed the wife/mother to be in attendance.

“Isn’t this all sort of illegal?”

“My god, yes, if they catch me they will lock me up in State College, Pa. And throw away the key. That is why I am so careful, double blinds, and I pay my taxes like a good little citizen should.”

“So what happened next.”

“So I called the wife again, she more or less verified what the son had told me, then she broke down. When I explained what I would do to her husband, she agreed that he had to be punished. Actually her reply was can you cut his dick off too.”

“He does seem like a prime candidate.”

“Yes, but altering him will not put bread on their table, or stop his drinking. More on that later on. So, the story I gave the wife to tell the husband was she was giving him one more chance was going to take him to see a Bohemian marriage counselor, that is me of course. Now, the tape.”

Hannah had a digital TV, with a rectangular screen, unbelievably good resolution and views. No titles or introduction, straight to the action. The tape open with a view of the living room, the couple entering, being introduced and Hannah serving her guests the thick liquor, Jerry’s was laced with horse tranquilizer. Mrs. Feldon had probably been very pretty once, she was worn down by the years of her husband’s activities. Due to his tolerance of things alcoholic it required a second shot of the mixture to render Jerry into la-la land. Then the scene changed to the two women cutting his clothes off, and struggling with his limp body unto a table. Hannah secured him fore and aft. She placed a two by four between his ankles that exposed his genitalia then using nylon tie downs secured him to the table so that he could do no more than twitch.

Hannah explained to Penny that it had taken about two hours for Jerry Feldon to reawaken and become coherent. Then the dialogue began.

“Mr Feldon, Jerry, I am Hannah. I am going to make some major alterations to your physique, these have been requested by your son and your wife. They will change your mind forever about consorting with women. These changes will be very painful, so I want you to know this is a very old building with very thick walls that I have further soundproofed. So if you feel the need scream as load as you like, as a matter of fact your wife will be most disappointed if you don’t scream.”

“Wah fuc.”

“What the fuck indeed, you will not longer fuck after this evening. You see I am going to emasculate you.”

“Whaaaa.”

“That is the twenty-five cent word for castration. I am going to castrate you, cut your balls off, make you into to something less than a man, and I am going to do it in a most painful and disagreeable manner. Now Mrs. Feldon it is only fair that before I begin you recount his sins, and with each sin you must hit him with this.” Hannah handed Mrs. Feldon a riding crop. “Start with the first and work you way up to the present.”

It took Mrs. Feldon a couple of trial swings to get into the mood, but pretty soon she was swinging away like a pro. Jerry was cut in a couple of places and bruised in a lot more. When Mrs. Feldon came to penultimate betrayal of stealing and pawning her jewelry she was using both hands on the crop and jumping off the ground to gain extra leverage.

Hannah at this point wrapped her arms around Mrs. Feldon an kissing her neck and holding here while the poor wife dissolved in great sobbing gasps.

“Well Jerry, you have been a naughty boy, I think they call this arrested development, or maybe an addictive personality. It matters little, are you ready to proceed? Silly question of course you aren’t.”

Hannah leaned over and whispered in his ear: “Jerry it is time, I am going to cut them off of you. Slowly, enjoy the pain as it will be the last time you feel them.”

“You can’t do this, I’ll tell, call the police, sue.”

“Oh silly boy.” Hannah withdrew a wood carving knife from her pocket, and taking Jerry’s scrotum and opened a one inch incision. Jerry yelled. Hannah dug her fingers into the sack and removed the testicle, with the cord still attached. She yanked the cord, and Jerry screamed like a steam engine. “Mrs. Feldon, see give it a yank.”

Mrs. Feldon pulled as hard as she could, Jerry screamed again.

“Jerry?” asked Hannah, “Do you want this?” Holding his ball on the end of its cord high enough for him to see.

“Of course I want the goddamn thing.”

“Then here you can have it.” Hannah cut the cord with her knife and laid it on Jerry’s chest. “There you go Jerry there it is just like you asked.”

Hannah told Penney it took about a half hour before Jerry stopped screaming, and just dissolved into tears.

Once he had calmed down. Hannah went to the other side cut and removed the little friend from there. This set off a new round of screaming.

Finally he got quiet again. Hannah pulled the cord out as far as it would go and asked: “Jerry do you want this one also?”

“You’re not getting me on that one twice, no I don’t want it.”

“Good, then I shall just cut it off.” Hannah cut the second cord. “That is why you should never gamble again Jerry, you don’t understand, the customer always looses.”

Jerry thought he was beyond screaming until Hannah went to work again. She trimmed off the excess flesh, and sewed him up. Just when he though there was relief in sight, Hannah said: “We must really guard against infection:” She rubbed salt into the fresh wound. Jerry screamed and screamed until he finally passed out.

“Wow Hannah that was quite a tape. So, what happened to everyone.?”

“I knew that Jerry had only been broken of one habit. The drinking the gambling would remain. So, I took Mrs. Feldon aside while we were waiting for Jerry to come through. I told her about these marvelous little insurance policies they have. These are called Accidental Death Policies. They are cheap, but they only pay if the death is an accident. Then I told her if someone were walking along Chestnut St. or Admiral Wilson Blvd. And tripped in front of a bus, they would have two or three hundred thousand dollars. An old fashioned umbrella is very clumsy.”

“That is real Machiavellian”

“Last month I got this picture in the mail.” Showing Penny of a smiling much younger looking Mrs. Feldon, in front of a new house with her three children. On the back in a female script was written ‘Route 130 and a dump truck worked just as well.’

“As my friend Judy would say ‘fucking a.”

:”Indeed, more coffee.”

“Yes and some water, my throat is dry. I noticed you didn’t have the son here.”

“No he is young and religious and very fond of his mother. But being here might have traumatized him or given him guilty feelings about what he had set in motion.

They chatted a while longer mainly about burdizzo versus elastrator, both agreed the elastrator and a quick slice with knife or cutters was probably the safest and least painful method. The lack of pain was important to both of them since they were practicing medicine without a license.

Then the doorbell rang, Hannah admitted a young man. “Johnny I would like you to meet Penny, she is visiting me from New York, Penny this is Johnny Feldon, Mrs. Feldon’s oldest child and the apple of her eye.”

Introductions done with Hannah led Johnny to the couch and bade him sit. “Johnny, you are to young to drink, so I will fix you a special cup of tea, it has gingko in it to improve your memory, valerian root to relax you, and St John’s Wort to make your troubles seem smaller.”

Hannah sat close to Johnny on the couch and they made small talk for awhile, Penny drank her coffee, Johnny drank his tea. Like many children of alcoholics he seemed defensive at, the result of an abusive father with whom your would always be wrong. The tea did help and pretty soon he was as relaxed as it was possible for him to be..

“So, Johnny, how is your family, your new life.”

“It is great, the nightmares I was having have stopped. It was terrible what happened to Dad falling in front of that truck. Lucky mom had that insurance policy, she can take care of the two younger kids, and I can go to work.”

“Why don’t you stay home, take care of them and let your mother go out. She needs to be with people again.” Stated Hannah.

“Well pretty soon I am going to be a man, and I have to put away childish things.”

“I spoke with your mother about that over the phone this morning. She really would prefer you to stay with the children, and she go out. Johnny to put it bluntly she is worried about your apples.”

“My apples?”

“Yes Johnny. You know the old saying ‘an apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.’ Your mother is afraid that your apples may lead you to follow in your father’s footsteps. That would just kill her, if you became a drunk or a gamble. Better to stay home and raise your brother and sister don’t you think.”

“But I love my mother and wouldn’t do anything to harm her or worry her ever.”

“That may be another problem with your apples, your love may transcend mere motherly love. You have heard of Oedipus. In that tragedy the son kills the father so that he can fuck his own mother.”

“Oh Hannah that is terrible, I would never do that.”

“Your mind says that but what do your apples say.” With that Hannah reached into his lap and squeezed his sex. He got hard.

Later Penny would reflect on what transpired next, and wonder if she had really seen what she saw or not.

Continuing to massage Johnny’s sex, she unbuckled his belt, and slid the zipper down on his jeans, then she inserted her hands into his shorts and began to squeeze first his cock and then his balls. The laid her head on his shoulder and begin to seduce him. “Johnny, these are what caused your fathers troubles, it he had his apples picked after you’re your brother and sister were born, he might not have gone astray. Johnny I am going to test you now to see if your apples are good or bad. Remember your mother Johnny, she loves you and she only wants what is best for your, she said if your apples were bad I was to pick them.”

“She did.”

“She did, she said she understands the attraction a boy has for his mother, and it wouldn’t be long as the man of the house before you would want to take her as a woman and empty your apples into her, if your apples were as bad as your fathers.”

“I would never………….”

“Johnny be still while I test you.” She put her head in his lap, took his young virgin cock in her mouth and began to suck him. At the same time she kneaded his balls, pulling and stretching them with her hand. It didn’t take but a minute and Johnny shot his load into Hannah’s mouth, she continued to suck and he continued to shoot. Finally he began to go soft. Hannah sat up leaned into Johnny and kissed him full on the mouth, with a mouthful of his own cum. She inserted her tongue and mixed it all around, Johnny couldn’t help himself, he responded back with his tongue.

Finally Hannah broke and moved her mouth to his ear. “Johnny, I am so sorry your apples are bad, you have just let a women suck your manhood and you came in her mouth, then you ate your own seed, your apples must be picked now.”

“Yes, you are right, I am just like my father.” With a tear in his eye.

Turning slightly to her guest Hannah said: “Penny, the elastrator is loaded, it is under the coffee table, would you band Johnny’s apples for him.”

Penny got up as if in a dream found the instrument and did as she was told. Banded him up high and tight.

“Now, Johnny up on the table over there.” Hannah helped Johnny onto the table, his balls already turning gray.

“Since Penny is our guest, do you mind if she harvests your apples for you.”

“No, will it hurt?”

“Not hurt, it will sting a little. We have to wait a few minutes to make sure your apples are completely ripe.” As Hannah talked she continued to massage Johnny’s cock, and kissed his face in a motherly fashion.

“Now Johnny we must have your consent to cut your apples. So let me tell you again why the must go, your mother loves you, and she wants what is best for you, she needs your help, but she does not need your strange desires that your apples will give you. Better to sacrifice them now so your mother will have peace and your brother and sisters will have a good home. They are just about ripe, you have shot your seed once tonight, and being young with nice fresh apples, as I stroke, you will shot again. This isn’t what you want is it Johnny. No more nightmares, strange ideas, just peace, tranquility, and the love of your family. When you feel the sensation again tell me to take your apples. I promise you will be much happier, the feeling will be the religious epiphany you have been seeking.”

A few more stokes, at age 17 you can cum every 20 minutes, Johnny shot on to his belly from Hannah’s very experienced hand. He kind of signed and said: “Please Hannah, take me apples, make me good.”

Penny did not need a second invitation, with one swift upward stroke of her razor knife, Johnny’s apples were picked.

They put Johnny into the spare bedroom, called his mother and went to bed themselves. Hannah inquired about Penny’s sex life. Penny explained it was non-existent. Hannah reached into Penny’s crotch and fingered her clit, and explored her cunt then she leaned over and began to whisper in Penny’s ears, words that made so much sense. Somehow Penny knew she would be driving back to New York without her clit.