more than an adventure

Part One

Bob sat at a table in the breakfast room of the hotel munching coffee

and doughnuts, a road map spread out on the table before him. Since

taking his traveling sales job ten years ago right out of college he

enjoyed taking the scenic route when his schedule allowed it and this

July morning was shaping up into a beautiful, though hot, day. The

county roads that wound through the hilly picturesque Wisconsin

countryside would get him to his next appointment in plenty of time and

would far more relaxing than the roar and bustle of the summer freeway.

He swigged down the last of his coffee, gathered up his things and hit

the road. A short stretch of freeway got him to the state highway that

in turn led to the meandering county trunk road. It was about mid-

morning when he came up on the turn-off to his intended route and found

the way blocked by construction barriers and the road closed. He slowed

down a bit to look wistfully down the tree shaded lane and noticed a

group of construction workers sitting under a nearby tree. He noted

that they were all women, suntanned and muscular.

"Sign of the times," he said to himself and began to swing his car

around to head back to the freeway. One of the women, a tall blond in

short cutoff jeans, tee shirt and heavy work boots saw him and waved

him down.

She walked up to the car as Bob rolled down the window.

"We're just finishing up here. We planned to take down the barriers

after our break but I'll let you through now," she said.

"Thanks," said Bob and he drove through the opening she made for him,

waving again in appreciation.

"Have a good one!" he heard her say as he passed.

What he didn't see was her reaching into her pocket for a cell phone

and making a quick call then giving a wicked smirk as his car

disappeared around a bend in the road.

The road wound along a stream through a valley bordered by rolling

hills. Small quaint farms dotted the landscape. Bob cruised along at an

unhurried pace, the window open, smelling the fragrance of roadside

flowers and fresh hay.

To his surprise he heard a siren behind him and looked in the rear view

mirror to see a police motorcycle gaining on him fast with lights

flashing. He had, if anything, been going less than the speed limit. He

shrugged and pulled over as the officer came up along side and cut in

front of him onto the narrow shoulder of the road then dismounted from

the cycle doffed helmet and walked back toward the car.

He saw it was a large, tall woman with short dark hair. She wore a

black leather outfit and knee high jack boots. Though heavy set she was

shapely, full breasted and broad hipped and the leather riding suit

fitted her voluptuous curves tightly. She approached the car and

stopped facing him a few feet into the road. Her face was not

unattractive though coarse featured and wore what seemed to be a

permanent look of arrogant, cheerful cruelty

Bob was an athletic sort, a trim six footer, well muscled and lean. The

cop was taller than he was even without her boots and carried herself

with a grace that belied her hefty figure.

"Is there a prob--"

"Out of the car!" she cut him off sharply and put her hand on a

nightstick that hung from her belt.

He shrugged again and opened the door, reaching for his wallet. He

extended his hand, holding his license and she grabbed his arm and spun

him around with a surprising strength, bellying him over the hood of

the car. His hands were cuffed behind him before he could protest and

then to his shock he felt her unbuckle his belt and yank his pants down

to his ankles. She expertly wrapped and twisted his belt tight to bind

his feet together and then hustled him around the front of the car. He

felt a tug on his shirt collar and then heard a ripping sound as she

tore it down the back and left the shreds of it hanging from his cuffed

wrists. He was now practically naked.

There was a shallow, grassy slope of about ten feet that fell away from

the road to a flat area before a fence and a hayfield. She shoved him

forward to the edge of that slope. He felt something stiff between his

knees and then a sharp blow came upward between his legs to hit his

groin, doubling him over in agony. He felt a foot on his behind that

gave him a hard shove and sent him rolling down the short slope to the

bottom of the ditch.

He lay moaning for awhile from pain of the blow but then recovered and

squirmed to his knees and turned to face his assailant who stood on the

shoulder of the road in front of the car. To his amazement and fright

he saw that she had slipped out of her leather breeches and was now

naked from the waist down except for her boots and a pair of black

panties which she was even then in the process of removing. She stepped

deliberately out of her underpants placed them under the heavy leather

pants she had lain on the hood of the car, seemingly to ensure that

they would not blow away on the breeze while she went about her work

and would be there when she had finished.

The tails of a white blouse dangled below the short leather jacket she

still wore. She tied them off about her waist to keep them out of her

way, drew her nightstick from her belt, rubbed the thick black triangle

of hair between her thighs fondly and stepped down the slope toward Bob

with a wicked gleam of anticipation in her eyes. He feared the stick

but somehow he knew her ultimate weapon was in the thick thatch between

her thighs.

He made a pathetic attempt to escape by hobbling away but she strode

forward and tripped him, sending him sprawling on his face. He felt a

sharp whack from the stick across his buttocks and then she rolled him

on his back with her foot and gave him a knock across his knee that

dizzied him with agony and took most of the fight out of him. She

reached down and grabbed him by the hair, pulled him up onto his knees

before her and pulled his face toward her crotch while thrusting her

hips forward.

Just then there was the sound of a car coming down the road from the

direction Bob had been going. His captor stopped and pushed him away,

turning to look over her shoulder. The car was a black limo with tinted

windows. It pulled to a stop in the road. Bob pulled away from her grip

and moved back a step.

"Okay you fat bitch," he said. "It looks like you're caught with your

pants down, so to speak. I don't know who the hell you think you are

but I'll see that you pay for this."

The rear side window of the limo rolled down half way revealing the

green eyes and auburn hair of a woman.

"Is everything under control sergeant?" she asked.

"No problem judge. I'll have him subdued shortly and he'll be before

your court first thing tomorrow."

"Excellent! Keep up the good work!"

The window rolled back up and the car drove off.

Bob cringed as the malevolent stare of the big woman turned on him.

"You were saying?" she sneered.

Bob reeled away in another futile attempt to flee, was tripped as

before, tumbled headlong on the grass. The beating was longer this

time, with blows raining on his buttocks and thighs and then each

elbow, sending him in a stupor of pure agony. Not satisfied she rolled

him unto his back once more and gave each knee a whack and then

finished with a hard one to the balls.

She stood back and let him lie there awhile moaning and dizzy.

Presently she stepped forward and placed a foot on each side of his

head. He looked up the length of her hefty thighs to the dense black

bush that hid her sex. She leered down at him and lowered herself so

her cunt was inches from his face and spread out a bit so he could see

the dangling pinkish labia, the black pit of her vagina and the

brownish puckering of her anus. Her scent was pungent in the summer

heat. With a snarling sound she grabbed his hair and yanked his face

upward into her wet crotch.

"I expect to come quickly if you don't want any more," she growled.

Bob reached out with his tongue to taste her oozing loins, probing

desperately to find the secret of her pleasure. He plied his tongue

about her labia, up her vagina and over her clit seeking to mollify her

rage. She clutched his hair painfully and rubbed his face about her

throbbing snatch, finally guiding him to the swollen orb of her clit,

now turgid and pulsing, ready for her climax. Half a minute of his

desperate ministrations served to ignite her. She gave a sharp

exhalation between clenched teeth and then threw her head back with a

bestial cry of satisfaction as orgasm convulsed her.

Her body relaxed and her knees buckled. She dropped forward so she sat

astride his face her full bulk bearing down and forcing him to fight

for breath as her great sucking cunt engulfed him. She stayed thus for

a minute or two allowing the spasms of pleasure to subside.

Then she rose to her feet and pulled Bob up to his knees by his hair.

She dragged him over to where the ditch sloped upward, turned her back

to him, dropped to her knees with her broad behind thrust toward his

face as he knelt there. She reached back and pulled his face between

her big cheeks, directing his mouth to the center where her rank brown

anus puckered and twitched in anticipation.

"Get your tongue in there and get busy," she hissed. "I'll tell you

when to stop."

He extended his tongue but recoiled instinctively at the sharp, foul

taste of her. The stick whipped around to strike his elbow again in

warning and he steeled himself and pressed forward between the great

fleshy mounds.. His tongue felt the folds and creases of her foul

blossom and dislodged dried flakes of her feces that had escaped the

last wiping. She relaxed herself and his tongue slid up into her dark

passage to taste the soft lining of her rectum. She sighed in enjoyment

and dropped her stick to free her hand for rubbing hard on her clit. He

felt her sphincter contract hard upon his tongue as another climax

surged through her. She fell forward on her belly and her fell with her

afraid to take his tongue from her hole without her leave.

She lay breathing deeply for a few minutes, then rolled over, stood up

and faced Bob again. This time she pushed him over backward until she

again squatted over his up turned face.

"Thirsty?" she asked with a mock solicitousness. "Well open your

mouth!"

Bob knew what was coming and his mind reeled in revulsion but he now

knew better than to defy her in the least. He threw open his mouth just

as a liquid hissing sound came from her loins and a golden cataract

spilled from her filling his mouth to overflowing. There was no need to

tell him what the consequence of spilling even a drop would be so he

gulped down her pungent nectar as fast as it flowed. When finished she

made him suck the last drops from her bush.

Finally she stood and walked back up the slope to the motorcycle. She

radioed to someone about picking up a prisoner along that road and

slipped back into her panties and pants, tucked them into the tops of

her boots, sat on the hood of the car and lit up a cigarette.

In a few minutes a van came down the road from the direction of what

must have been a town. Two buxom young female cops got out. One was a

blonde, the other a redhead. They wore light blue blouses, brief navy

blue shorts and high black jackboots. Their hair was cut severely

short. They walked up to the sergeant who still sat on the car smoking

her cigarette contentedly.

"Take him in and throw him in a cell for the night," she told them.

"Prepare him for trial first thing in the morning and bring him to the

courtroom."

Bob was half carried, half dragged from the ditch and tossed rudely

into the back of the van. He lay on the hard steel floor of the van

being bounced and rolled about as it sped down the winding road. The

blonde drove and made no effort to limit the jouncing. If anything she

seemed to take the curves hard and steer into bumps to make sure his

ride was rough.

After about ten minutes the van slowed and turned into a drive leading

toward a large red brick building with a spire. It drove into an

underground garage and stopped before a gray steel door. The cops

disembarked and opened the rear door. They jumped inside, dragged Bob

out and jostled him through the door into the building and slammed it

behind them. Just inside the door they stopped. They were in a large

foyer with another door opening from the other end of it. One of the

women went through a closet door that also opened off the foyer and

emerged holding a set of shackles and a chain leash about six feet long

with a kind of padlock at the end. He was put into the shackles, which

bound his wrists to his sides and manacled his ankles. The sergeant's

cuffs were removed and his pants stripped from around his ankles. Then

the padlock end of the leash was slipped around his scrotum above the

balls and tightened with a click, stretching his sack tight and locking

his balls in an iron, inescapable grip.

"I have rights!" Bob protested. "Don't I get a phone call?"

The redhead looked at him scornfully and slapped his face hard fore and

backhanded, then flicked downward with her fingertips against his

stretched out ball sack. The pain doubled him over and put an end to

any thought of rights.

Wordlessly the two women turned toward the farther door, one of them

holding the leash, yanked him along by his fruit. They opened the door

and led him through into a long corridor. The walls and floor were cold

concrete and the doors were steel with small grates mounted a eye

level. The women set a brisk pace down the hall, forcing him to hobble

along behind as he was tugged roughly by his testes. They reached a

cell at the far end on the left, opened it and shoved him inside. The

leash was left clamped on him. The door slammed and he heard footsteps

retreating into the distance. Silence fell.

Bob was aching from his beating, confused and terrified. His treatment

at the hands of his captors had been callously cruel and arrogant to

the point of denying his very humanity.

He looked about the dimly lit cell. There was a thin pad on the floor,

apparently to serve as a bed and a steel toilet mounted to the wall at

the far end of the room. Otherwise the cell was cold and empty.

He knee walked to the sleeping pad and collapsed upon it exhausted.

Sleep fell over him despite his terror and the world went black.

He awoke to the sound of the cell door's lock being opened and the two

cops entered. The blonde grabbed the leash and tugged him to his feet.

They led him from the cell into the hallway and through a door at the

far end.. Another hall ran at right angles. They turned left and strode

down the corridor, again at a speed that made him struggle to keep up

on his hobbled legs. The blonde pulled roughly on his balls with a

cruel disregard when he fell behind.

He was taken to a shower room where he was sprayed with painfully hot

water, scrubbed down and shaven with a straight razor. Then he was led

upstairs to the court.

The door was opened and he was led into an old, stately courtroom with

rich oak woodwork and a black granite floor. There was a center aisle

that led between rows of seating for spectators. The seats were about

half full, all the spectators were women.

On the bench straight ahead was an auburn haired woman with green eyes.

Obviously this was the same woman who had driven by during his arrest.

She was full figured with a wide sensuous mouth and she wore a black

judicial robe.

To the right was a jury box where sat twelve women of various ages

colors and sizes.

At tables before the bench on each side of the aisle stood two women.

They turned to face him as he was led forward. One was a tall, slender

black woman with a short Afro cut, the other a white brunette with hair

tied up above her head in a severe bun. Both were well dressed in

professional attire, gray flannel pin stripe jackets, short matching

skirts, net stockings. black stiletto pumps.

There were no men anywhere.

Bob was led before the judge and forced to his knees by his two

escorts, who remained standing on either side of him. The judge looked

down upon him with righteous contempt.

"What is the charge Madame Prosecutor?" she asked.

The black woman stepped from behind her table and approached the bench.

"Reckless driving, attempted sexual assault of an officer and resisting

arrest your honor," she said.

This was too much for Bob. "What are you bitches talking about? I was

driving along minding my own business..."

He felt a sharp blow to the back of his neck that felled him face down

to the floor. A booted foot was pressed down on the back of his neck

and he was held that way while the proceedings continued.

"The prisoner will be silent!" shouted the judge, rapping her gavel.

"Have you any witnesses Madame Prosecutor?"

"Just the arresting officer your honor," she said.

The sergeant was called to the stand and sworn, then asked to give her

account of the incident beside the road.

"I observed the subject driving recklessly down County Highway DS

heading in the direction of the village. I pursued and managed to force

him to pull over. When I approached the car he jumped out and attacked

me quite viciously, tearing at my clothing and squeezing my breasts. It

was all I could do to subdue him but I finally managed to restrain him,

then called for backup and had him taken to jail."

Bob's mind reeled in anger and confusion at this distorted account of

his arrest. Here he was alone in a strange place and helpless in the

clutches of women who obviously had an agenda for him that was most

unpleasant.

"Does the defense counsel have any questions?" asked the judge.

Bob felt a twinge of hope. They had appointed a lawyer for him!

"Nothing, your honor," said a woman that he guessed to be the brunette

at the other table. His heart sank.

"The prosecution rests, your honor."

"Ladies of the jury have you reached a verdict," asked the judge.

Bob lay there under the boot his breath taken away by the swiftness of

the injustice being dealt out to him.

Twelve female voices answered in unison: "Guilty!"

"The prisoner will rise," he heard the judge say.

The boot was lifted and a hand took his hair and yanked him back to his

knees.

"Sentencing recommendations will now be offered by counsel," the judge

went on.

The prosecutor stepped toward the bench and addressed the judge.

"This is a classic and all too typical case of testosterone dementia

your honor. Castration and a life term on the work farm seems an

appropriate penalty."

A rush of terror swept over Bob and he broke out in a cold sweat at the

casual way his cruel fate was being decided.

His "lawyer" now approached the bench to offer her recommendation.

"Although slight, I see a chance of rehabilitation in this prisoner. I

believe he should be afforded the opportunity to redeem himself and

take his rightful place under the domination of the superior gender and

serve his betters as is proper. I suggest a conference in chambers with

the judge and counsel where the prisoner may make his case for mercy

from the court."

"Very well," said the judge. "Bring him to my chambers."

The judge left the bench and walked through a door behind it. The two

lawyers followed her. Bob was led into the chamber by the two cops and

placed on his knees before the judge's desk. The cops left the room and

the lawyers sat in arm chairs on either side of him.

The judge sat at her desk looking at him with a mischievous twinkle in

her eye that was so different from her stern demeanor in court.

"Come around my desk!" she commanded.

Bob knee walked around the left end of the desk and when he turned the

corner he saw she had swiveled her chair to face him and had her robe

hiked up above her waist. She wore nothing underneath except her

stockings and garters. Bob hesitated.

"Come here!" she ordered and he approached with trepidation. When he

was in reach she grabbed his hair and pulled his face down to within

inches of the lush thatch of reddish dark hair that covered her loins.

"We are here to decide whether or not you keep your balls. You will now

serve each of us in our turn. I suggest you treat us as goddesses who

have you at their mercy and can take your balls at a whim because to

you that is what we are. If you pleasure us satisfactorily your

precious fruit may yet hang there awhile longer."

With that she pulled him down into her cunt. He reached out his tongue

seeking only to please, whimpering abjectly as he tasted the salty tang

of her womanhood. She was wet and eager and soon tugged his face upward

to where her rampant clit waited. He lavished his caresses upon it,

desperate to provide the ecstasy that might save him. She came with a

sudden rush of breath, her ample thighs clamping together on his head.

He kept his tongue working and she convulsed through several more

brutish climaxes before she shoved him away.She dug her shoe heel into

his chest and pushed him backward.

"What are you waiting for? Get over here!" he heard the Prosecutor say.

He turned to face her and saw her leaning back in the chair with her

skirt up and her legs spread out and draped over the arms. She too wore

no panties. Her thatch was trimmed neatly into a black triangle and her

mount was shaven, exposing the pink lips edged in black and the

brownish hood of her clit. Her anus was a black vortex between her

finely shaped cheeks.

He half fell on his face in his desperation to reach her and mollify

her annoyance with him. He face dived into her crotch and she took hold

of his hair, pushed his head downward and lifted his hips so his tongue

touched her asshole. Her desire was obvious and he ground his tongue

into the wrinkled orifice. He felt her give and his tongue slipped

inside. He wriggled it about vigorously and was rewarded with a moan of

pleasure and a clamping down on his tongue. She kept him busy there for

what seemed like forever but finally she shifted her hips forward and

guided him to her clit to signal that she was ready to take orgasm. Her

erectile tissues were engorged to the point where her clit was embedded

in a mass of hardened flesh.

"Hard!" she hissed and he ground his tongue upon her with urgent force.

Her body jerked and spasmed as her orgasmic tension mounted. Her body

shuddered then whipped about in the chair maniacally as cries of animal

pleasure were ripped from her. With a deep sigh she relaxed and pushed

him away.

Bob wasted no time. He turned to his lawyer and found her ready to

receive him and also impatient. She knelt backward in the chair

presenting her sumptuous behind to his face. Her thatch was full and

thick between her thighs and a ring of fine hair surrounded the brown

bud of her anus. He knew by now what was expected and he dug his tongue

in deep as she pressed backward to meet him. With one hand she reached

back to grab his hair and pull him tightly between her cheeks and with

the other she worked her clit hard. Her anus suddenly clenched and

twitched and she climaxed intensely, bucking and bouncing in the chair

shrieking "yes! yes!" until she collapsed and slid off the chair unto

the floor.

She stood up, dragged Bob back to kneel before the desk then sat back

down in her chair primly smoothing her hair and clothes. All three

women had now composed themselves and regained their official bearing.

The judge asked the lawyers to evaluate Bob. They were both undecided

and so was the judge. They decided a public referendum would be needed

to decide his fate. They returned to the courtroom, the prosecutor

leading Bob along by his balls and the judge made the announcement.

"We have elected to submit the fate of this prisoner to a public vote.

At sunrise tomorrow the prisoner will be led from the courthouse to the

town square where he will be chained in place. All citizens who wish to

participate in the polling may, at their convenience, visit the square

and require the prisoner to serve their pleasures in what manner they

may so choose. Each citizen may then, in accordance with her

satisfaction, cast her vote as to whether the prisoner shall be

castrated or allowed to keep his testes and remain on probationary

status indefinitely."

The defense attorney spoke: "As your honor is aware, another prisoner

who has failed in his efforts at rehabilitation is scheduled to be

castrated this very evening. The prisoner might benefit from observing

this punishment being carried out in order to motivate him to reform."

"So be it" said the judge. She rapped her gavel and the proceeding was

closed.

Bob was led back to his cell and shoved back inside. He lay in the dark

in a state of mixed relief and dread. He had been reprieved but now

faced the prospect of being forced to service all the women in town on

the same day but still might after all sacrifice his manhood. And soon

he would be forced to witness the cruel fate of one most likely no

different than himself who had one day been seduced by the scenic

beauty of County DS.

The door to his cell was opened all too soon and his keepers rousted

him and led him off down the hallway. They turned right this time and

led him to a winding staircase that led deep into the building. They

entered a circular chamber about forty feet across. In the middle of

the chamber was a large wooden table about two feet high. Straps and

restraints depended from it and in its center was a raised triangular

wooden block about six inches high a foot long and four inches wide at

the base. A large hole was drilled through it near the bottom and a

wide leather belt passed through the hole.

To the right, set up as a sort of amphitheater were about twenty large

leather chairs on two tiers, set up in such a way as to provide each

with a good view of the table. Each chair had a U-shaped indentation in

the center of the seat.

Directly across the chamber was a wooden pillory set up on a wooden

platform about the same height as the table. Bob was led to the pillory

and made to mount the platform on his knees. The pillory was opened and

his head was pushed through. There was a click and his neck was locked

in. He knelt there confined with a view of the center table and also

the rest of the room.

The jailers left the chamber but soon returned, each one pushing a

serving cart before her. On one cart were bottles of wine and champagne

in buckets of ice and on the other were plates of hors d' oeuvres. They

were placed on either side of the doorway and the jailers each took up

a position next to them as if ready to serve. The door to the chamber

stood open.

Bob heard voices and footsteps in the corridor and soon the judge

walked in accompanied by a tall blonde woman he had not seen before.

The judge had shed her robes and now wore only a tight black leather

corset that exposed and uplifted her heavy bare breasts. Below the

waist she was naked except for a pair of stiletto heeled black knee

boots. The blonde woman with her wore a black leather body suit that

exposed her loins and breasts. Each woman had a naked man crawling at

heel beside her like a dog, a leash and collar on his neck and a heavy

iron ball chained to his scrotum. The slave could drag the ball along,

albeit with some difficulty but any attempt to stand would pop his

scrotum and sever the testes.

The women walked over to the wine cart and were served tall glasses of

red wine by the jailer. They stepped over to the chairs and each sat

down, their slaves kneeling at their feet. They chatted amiably and Bob

heard the judge address her companion as "mayor."

More women began to arrive in pairs or small groups until twenty were

there. They were a mixed group of whites, blacks and Asians. All were

dressed as strong dominas and each had a slave at leash and balled and

chained... They sat or stood about the chamber sipping wine and

conversing casually. The prosecutor and defender were there as well as

the sergeant. They ignored the slaves for the most part but as time

went by and more wine was drunk Bob saw the mayor shove her slave onto

his back and rise from her chair. She squatted over his face and

emptied her bladder into his mouth without even looking down or

interrupting her conversation. She resumed her seat as if nothing had

happened. This became a common occurrence as time passed. A woman would

use her slave as a toilet casually and the slaves seemed trained to

serve perfectly.

There was a big clock on the wall and it was nearing midnight. The

women began to sit down one by one as the mood took them.

All were seated and the clock began to strike. A hush fell on the room

and all eyes turned to the doorway. Two jailers entered the room

leading the unfortunate victim. He was in shackles and led by a leash

on the balls. He was trembling and whimpering softly and pathetically

for mercy that would not be granted.

They made him crawl up on the table and lie on his back with his feet

facing the audience and the wood block between his legs. He was

strapped down tightly with ankles close together and arms at his sides.

His ball leash was removed and the belt in the block was tightened hard

around his balls so that his sack was stretched near the bursting point

and his balls lay exposed and vulnerable on the wood.

A shadow appeared in the doorway and a fearsome woman walked through it

into the chamber. She was tall, slender and olive skinned, naked but

for black, spike heeled thigh boots. She also led a groveling slave who

she made to kneel off to one side before she approached the victim.

Her coal black hair was tied on top of her head into a long braid that

extended to the middle of her back. From the thick black bush at her

loins a tattoo of a greenish slithering snake emerged and wound over

her taut belly and between her firm round breasts it's head stopping on

the left side of her face. The snake's face wore a leering forked

tongued grin. She was lean yet muscular and carried herself with a

serpentine grace. Her face held a terrifying beauty. She glanced at Bob

with eerie black eyes under dusky arching brows and his heart skipped

at the same time he became aware of the rampant erection he sported.

The woman exuded an animal magnetism, an irresistible eroticism and

pure cruelty. She approached him, hooked the sharp black polished nail

of her index finger under his chin and said: "They call me Viper.

Perhaps we will meet again here tomorrow evening and you will take the

place of honor. The thought of back to back castrations is most

pleasurable to me!"

She turned to the audience and spread her arms wide in greeting, then

turned and stepped up onto the table. She placed a foot either side of

the victim's head and looked down at him with disdain and spoke to him

derisively.

"So slave Alan you have finally outlived your welcome in the slave

dungeon and you now stand to lose your precious balls. I'm sure your

fate is well deserved but I am a merciful woman. I will honor you

worthless cock by allowing it to enter my body in the place you long

for. If I can ride your member to orgasm before you come you will be

reprieved."

Bob almost laughed in spite of himself at the woman's proposal. The

idea that any man could resist coming when coupled with this wild

succubus was ludicrous.

"But if you fail and come first, your balls are forfeit."

Part Two

She reached a hand into each boot and withdrew a pair of gleaming steel

instruments. In her right hand she held a knife with a wicked looking

curved six inch blade and in her left a four pronged fork with each

prong about four inches long.

"I expect I shall win our little contest and when I make you come I

will slit your sack and pin your balls to the block while you are in

the midst of your orgasm. The agony will be quite indescribable."

She sheathed her weapons then squatted down with her cunt inches from

his face and continued to taunt him.

"Look at the pussy your unworthy cock will soon enter. Do you think you

are man enough to satisfy it? I think not! But you may keep your balls

a few minutes longer if you suck it!"

With that she reversed herself so she faced Alan's feet, then straddled

his head between her legs and pressed her crotch down onto his face.

She was on hands and knees and she worked her hips back and forth,

exhorting him to service her.His efforts displeased her and she pressed

a sharp fingernail against his distended scrotum and snarled.

"I'll take them now if you don't get serious!"

She passed the fingernail across his sack and he flinched and half

screamed into her bush. He realized she hadn't cut him yet and

commenced to serve her more satisfactorily if Viper's sudden sigh of

pleasure was any indication.

She tensed slightly and her head lolled from side to side as her

arousal heightened. She now had total command of him and gave a sharp

downward bounce of her hips as a signal to Alan to pick up the pace and

he responded accordingly. It seemed Alan was no stranger to serving

women in this way.

Bob glanced toward the audience and saw each woman now had her slave on

his knees before her, his face buried deep in her crotch. The reason

for the shape of the chair seats was now obvious. It allowed the

mistress to sit upright and watch the proceedings intently while

allowing the slave easy access to her loins. Some women grasped the

hair of their slaves tightly, pressing their faces hard into their

oozing womanhood while others held the chair arms in a white knuckled

grip as their excitement at the spectacle mounted.

Viper was taking her sweet time. She shifted herself onto her knees and

placed her anus over Alan's mouth and, from her response, it was clear

his tongue had slid home. She enjoyed the analingus for a few minutes,

fondling herself as she did so and then shifted her position again so

Alan could serve her clit. She bounced to urge him on and her splendid

rippling muscles stood out in bold relief as her body became taut with

her building ardor. She bounced again, and when Alan's efforts

disappointed her she passed her nail again across his sack in warning ,

forcing his maddening dilemma upon him. He could slack and lose his

balls now or hasten her orgasm and still hasten his unpleasant fate.

Viper was now on the brink of her climax and she bounced down hard

twice in quick succession by way of demanding immediate orgasm. Alan

redouble his efforts in spite of himself and suddenly her body clenched

all the tighter, then convulsed and writhed spasmodically as an inhuman

hissing snarl of ecstasy and triumph burst from her. Several more

surges passed through her and she relished each one with animal sounds

as glistening sweat gushed from her pores making her delectable flush

sparkle. With one final deep gasp her head flopped forward between her

arms and she relaxed, breathing deeply and quivering.

For a minute or too she remained there on hands and knees, head down,

her snatch still pressed over Alan's face. Then she snapped back to the

business at hand and turned her attention to Alan's member. It was

limp, shriveled and seemed drawn inward in a self protective way. She

began fondling him artfully and took some of the slackness out of him

but only succeeded in making him half hard. With a resigned shrug as if

saying"What a girl must do for the cause!" she bent down and took him

in her mouth. Her artistry at this was no less than at other carnal

arts and soon Alan, despite his moans of mingled protest and pleasure,

grew to his full, thick ten inches.

Viper looked to the audience, winked and mockingly licked her chops,

then shifted her hips forward to align Alan's member with her sacred

tunnel. With a downward roll of her pelvis she engulfed him and he gave

a groan of mingled delight and despair.

She squatted stock still over him, enfolding the entire length of his

shaft within her. But Alan squirmed in an agony of pleasure

nonetheless. It seemed her body was so tuned and trained in the

venereal arts that her practiced pussy could bestow it's own maddening

caresses upon a penis while she remained outwardly motionless.

She commenced a vertical motion, passing her sweet inner walls over his

length and kneading him with her muscled vagina the while. With casual

ease she took Alan to the brink, then backed off as he panicked and

began sobbing, thinking the cruel knife was already sweeping toward

him.

But Viper was in no hurry. This was merely a demonstration of her total

mastery of her victim and a way of letting him know that he should not

delude himself.

But Alan put up a mighty show of resistance nonetheless, clenching his

teeth and his loins, hoping to stem the flood should it seek to

overwhelm the dike. Viper toyed with him mercilessly, taking him again

and again to the edge. Despite his terror and resolve to resist his

body responded in typical male fashion and his balls began to ache

horribly at their denial of release. The blueballs added to his

convoluted torment making him long for relief while at the same time

fighting it.

Viper's leisurely pace had another motive. She wanted to build properly

toward her own satisfying climax. Her approach had been measured and

deliberate but now an urgent need was building in her as well. Sweat

ran in rivulets down her breasts and thighs and back and her breath now

came in short gasps between clenched teeth.

She took him to the razor's edge once more then relaxed and breathed

deeply as a wicked smile crossed her face. All in the room now knew the

time had come. Drawing her weapons, she let herself go and began and

sharp bouncing motion, incorporating wild pelvic gyrations while her

inner muscles ground upon the rampant phallus embedded in her. Her

previous teasings had made Alan ready to come but this took him on a

flight from reality, made him forget utterly that he was strapped to a

table and about to be unmanned. All fear vanished and he gave in to the

pleasure she lavished and the prospect of blessed relief for his aching

loins. The dike burst.

Viper let him about half of the first exquisite rush of ecstasy that

exploded in his gonads. This was vital to her cruel plan which was to

take him from the heights of celestial bliss to the depths of purest

agony in a spilt second.

In the middle of Alan's first satisfied grunt she made a deft and

wicked stroke with her knife. It slit the scrotum crosswise and the

balls popped out upon the block, twitching and pulsing as they pumped

Alan's seed. Within the same second her other hand stabbed downward

skewering both testes on the tines of the fork.

The scream rang from the walls of the chamber as reality crashed home

on Alan. It was a shriek of primal agony ripped from his soul. In

jarring counterpoint other primal sounds filled the chamber as first

Viper and then the entire assemblage of watching women gave voice to

the consuming orgasms this triumph of their kind over manhood had

unleashed in them.

Alan's screamed again and again as his loins pumped forth their plenty

deep into Vipers chasm. Each spurt of what should have been satisfying

delight was now a spurt of searing, throbbing pain. Bob could see the

pierced balls still contracting and the still connected sperm ducts

that led into Alan's tortured body writhing as the cum was pumped

through them. There was a final twitch and Alan's screams subsided into

sobs as the sounds of the women faded into moans of satisfaction.

Viper stood up with her legs spread wide and outstretched her arms,

throwing her head back with a wide grin of victory on her face. White

gouts of semen dripped from her bush and a thick wad slithered down the

inside of one thigh. The audience broke into wild applause and she

bowed low. Then she turned around to face Alan and looked down on him

as he lay there with his balls still pinned cruelly to the block and

still wired to his body by the quivering cords of flesh.

"I can cut them off all the way and make it stop hurting," she said.

"Please take them!" he begged.

"First you must clean up the filthy mess you made!" she hissed.

She lowered her crotch over his face and made him lick the semen from

her bush and thighs and took her time to see he got every speck. Then

she turned and with a quick knife stroke severed the cords. Alan

relaxed in relief as his traitorous balls were mercifully disconnected.

Viper stepped down from the table and walked over to her slave and took

up his leash. She began to mingle with the audience, receiving many a

compliment for what seemed to be a routinely great performance.

A jailer stepped up on the table with a needle and thread and stitched

up Alan's scrotum. The incision was surgically neat, thanks to Viper's

skill, and would heal nicely.

She pulled the fork from the block with the severed testes still

impaled on it and took it over to a small fireplace in the wall near

the door. A small charcoal fire burned there beneath a grate. She set

the testicles to roast over the fire, the fork still through them.

The women now turned back to the beverage cart and champagne corks

began popping. A closet door was opened and whips, paddles and some

strap-on dildos were brought out. Quite an orgy developed as the wine

took hold and the women became horny and mean. The slaves were

cheerfully and cruelly abused. Whip cracks and cries of pain or

pleasure as the case might be filled the chamber. The judge and the

mayor both sported strap-ons and double up on one poor slave who they

had on his hands and knees. The mayor knelt behind him buried her mock

member to the hilt in his behind as the judge forced hers deep down his

throat, burying his nose on her bush. Both women ravaged him until they

came violently.

As the orgy went on one of the jailers circulated through the crowd

carrying a glass jar and some red tickets. A woman would take a ticket,

tear it in two , tuck half away somewhere on her person and put the

other half in the jar.

Alan was left lying there and was mostly ignored except for the

occasional woman who would step up on the table and empty her bladder

into his mouth. Bob was totally ignored except for taunting looks. His

time would come the next day.

The jailer had been keeping an eye on the roasting balls and after some

time she clanged a corkscrew on a wine bottle to get attention and

announced the drawing for the "door prize." She took the jar with the

tickets to Viper who reached into it, drew out a ticket and called out

a number.

There was a squeal of delight from a petite Japanese woman named Kiku

who rode astride a groveling slave. She and the prosecutor had been

having a slave race around the table, riding on the backs of their

slaves and spurring and whipping them, forcing them to drag their ball

weights ever harder and stretching their sacks dangerously.

She held up her ticket stub and spurred her slave over to Viper to

verify the number. The jailer took the roasted testes from the grill

and presented them to Kiku. She dismounted and hopped up on the table

to stand over Alan. She waved the roasted balls in his face and made

him sniff them. Finally she took one then the other from the fork and

popped them in her mouth, chewing slowly for Alan's benefit and then

swallowed hard and rubbed her tummy mockingly. Tears of humiliation and

despair trickled down the sides of Alan's face.

The party broke up after a couple of hours and the women wandered off

chuckling and chatting. The jailers released Alan, and because he no

longer had balls they put a leash around his neck and led him away.

They came back shortly for Bob and took him back to his cell.

Bob was exhausted from the harrowing day and terrified at being in the

clutches of the heartless and lascivious she devils. He passed out more

so than he slept yet it seemed he had barely closed his eyes when he

heard the key in the lock. Two jailers entered and with a few sharp

kicks forced him to his knees. One of them produced a syringe and gave

Bob a shot in the left buttocks. He soon felt alert and wakeful and,

strangely, a bit horny.

They fed him a bowl of tasteless but filling slop and then lead him to

the cleaning room for his morning grooming. When finished they led him

upstairs into the main corridor of the courthouse and out the front

door. The village was small and primly tended with a cobblestoned main

street about three blocks long that ended in a grove of large trees.

Bob was led down the courthouse steps and down the street toward that

other end. The sun was just rising through a notch in the hills but the

air was already warm and muggy and sure to become hot and sultry before

long.

The street was deserted at this early hour and all was still. The only

sounds were the click of the jailers bootheels on the cobblestones and

the soft clink of Bob's chains as he shuffled along trying to keep up

with the quick march pace that was set for him. About half way down the

street they passed a bakery and standing in the doorway, filling it

with her massive body was an enormous woman. She had dark hair that

hung in ringlets, creamy white skin and blue eyes that sparkled with

merry cruelty. She wore a baggy bright red and yellow floral dress and

was barefoot. With a leer she munched on a doughnut and Bob felt dread

at the certainty that at some time during the day those fleshy thighs

would clamp down upon his head and smother him as she writhed in the

throes of her brute pleasure.

Soon they reached the grove that stood at the end of the street. The

trees were tall elms and under the arching boughs was a wooden deck

about thirty feet square and two feet above the ground. Two steps led

up to it. In the center was mounted an iron ring with a short chain

extending from it ending in a padlock. To the left of this was a deep

leather arm chair, to the right a pillory like the one Bob had been

confined in during Alan's castration and straight back was a twelve by

twelve wooden beam lying flat on the deck. There was a slight hollow

carved in one end of the beam and a cushion on each side of it at that

same end. The pillory had a padded platform placed on the deck on the

side opposite the chain.

Just to the left of the stairway a wooden pole was mounted in the deck

and several clothing hooks were fastened to it. To the right of the

stairway stood a small table with three glass jars on it. One jar, the

largest, was empty. One of the others was half full of black marbles

and the other contained about the same number of white ones.

The jailers led him to the center of the deck, padlocked the end of his

leash to the chain and made him kneel there. They then stepped over to

the pole, loosened their belts, stepped out of their shorts and hung

them on hooks. Naked below the waist they turned back to Bob. The

blonde jailer made an "after you" motion to the redhead who stepped

toward him, took him by the hair and pulled him over to the chair. She

reclined in it with her legs over the arms and pointed to her pussy

imperiously. Bob knew by now what was expected of him and he leaned

forward to serve her. She came lustily after a few minutes of his

service and then invited the blonde to take her place. He served her as

well then watched as they walked over to the table with the jars. Each

reached for a black ball and tossed it into the empty jar with a

disgusted look at Bob.

There was no mistaking what the meaning was. His service had been found

wanting and they had cast votes for his castration. The women stepped

back into their shorts and walked back toward the courthouse without

looking back

Bob knelt there on the deck chilled with fear. He looked around him and

off to the right about a hundred feet away was a woman tending a small

garden. She wore faded jeans, a red plaid blouse, wide brimmed straw

hat and was barefoot. The woman glanced at Bob but continued her work

until she reached the end of the row. Then she leaned her hoe against a

tree and strolled toward the deck. She reached the steps already

unbuttoning her jeans and she stepped casually out of them and hung

them on the hook. After a slight hesitation she shrugged and removed

the blouse and hat as well. She was tall, hefty, Rubenesque, her brown

hair pinned up on top of her head. She approached Bob animal naked and

sweating in the warm muggy air. Stopping at arms length from him she

yawned , stretched and scratched her crotch.

"I am Olga," she said. "It looks like the early bird will catch the

worm this morning. Since I don't think any body else will be along for

quite awhile we should have plenty of time to get acquainted."

Then she put a hand on his forehead and shoved him roughly over

backward so his head hit the deck with a thud. The bump blurred his

vision momentarily and when his eyes cleared he saw her squatting over

his face with her hairy loins hovering a handsbreadth away. She put a

hand in front of her bush and he saw her extend two fingers and wiggle

them. Seconds later a yellow torrent poured from her and splashed over

Bob's face. He knew what was expected but before he could open his

mouth to drink her offering a good deal of it splattered and puddled

about her feet. He managed to swallow about two thirds of it.

When she finished she glared down at him and stood up. Lifting a

dripping foot she pressed it against his mouth. Bob knew he would be

well advised to lick it and he began to work his tongue over it. There

was not only the urine but dirt from the garden covering her feet and

she made him clean her thoroughly, every inch of the sole and instep

and deep between the toes. When satisfied with the right foot she

placed it on his chest to keep it out of the puddle and pressed her

bulk down on him as she stood on his chest while he cleaned her left.

When her foot was spotless she stepped aside and made him crawl and

lick and slurp the puddle from the deck.

Rough, earthy and crude she wasn't finished with him by any means. He

knelt before her as she put her hands behind his head and pulled his

face into her dense brown bush. She forced him to serve her as she

stood there forcing his head back and grinding her sweaty loins,

smearing her abundant juices over his face, then climaxed brutishly,

her knees buckling as she leaned hard upon him to keep from tumbling

over.

Olga sighed with satisfaction and pushed him away. She glanced around

and saw they were still alone there in the dewey morn. Grinning

wickedly she stepped over to the pillory and opened the jaws. She

simply pointed at the open neckhole and Bob knew her expectation. He

knee walked over and stuck his head in and she clamped it tight. The

pillory could be adjusted heightwise and she lowered his head to a

height she wanted, then lowered herself to hands and knees on the

platform presenting her broad behind to Bob. She backed up while

spreading her cheeks wide her pinkish brown anus twitched and puckered

as it moved inexorably toward his mouth. She made contact and kept

pressing backward forcing Bob's head back against the board.

"Open up and get your tongue in there!" she demanded. He obeyed,

opening his mouth, and as he did she pressed back all the harder

forcing his mouth wide open surrounding her anus with his lips. He

pressed his tongue forward against it and worked it around but she

lurched backward demandingly and he pressed hard against her clenched

sphincter and felt it give. His tongue slid deep inside her. She

lurched again and he recalled his encounter in the ditch with the

sergeant and how she liked having the inner rim of her sphincter

massaged. He worked his tongue in circles and was rewarded with a grunt

of pleasure from her and more pressure. With her right hand she began

to work her clit, bouncing back rhythmically as she did so.. Bob saw

his only salvation in hastening her climax and he writhed his tongue

hard. Her anus contracted as orgasm took her. Her big body bucked and

thrashed threatening to break his neck. Then with a deep sigh she fell

forward on her belly moaning in satisfaction.

When she had recovered from her climax she stood and walked over to the

jar, took out a black ball, looked at Bob and shrugged and tossed it in

the jar. She dressed and walked away to pick up her hoe. Bob's heart

sank and his balls involuntarily tried to retreat inside his body

protectively.

But Bob had other problems because while he had been serving the

gardener two cars had pulled up near the deck. One was a black BMW ,

the other a gray Mercedes. A leggy blonde in a gray suit jacket, black

mini-skirt and spike heeled pumps stepped out of the BMW while the

other car held a somewhat mousey looking brown haired woman with

glasses. She was also dressed professionally with in a blue pin striped

suit with mini-skirt.

The women approached the deck chatting casually about the heat of the

coming day. They climbed the steps, dropped their skirts and hung them

on the pole. Neither wore underwear. The blonde stepped up to Bob while

the other woman waited her turn. She took him by the hair and pulled

him back toward the beam, forcing him to lie face up with his head in

the hollow. She stepped over so she straddled him looking down at his

face. Then she lowered herself, planting her snatch on Bob's face as

she knelt on the pads. She bounced downward once and Bob knew by now

this meant "get busy!"

He worked his tongue about her loins and noticed her bush was neatly

trimmed into a prim triangle. She bounced again demandingly and Bob

worked harder and finally found her clit swollen, primed ready for

orgasm. She bounced twice and Bob guessed correctly that this meant "I

demand orgasm now!" He increased his efforts accordingly and she gushed

her hot juices into his mouth and threw back her head letting out a

wail of delight. Her body relaxed and she propped herself up by leaning

her hands on his forehead while the blissful spasms subsided.

She stood and ordered him up off the beam but the brown hair woman

asked her to leave him there. She too straddled him but faced the other

way so her anus ground hard upon his nose while she rode his face. He

responded to the cues he was learning and she came quickly and hard.

She got up but put a foot on Bob's chest by way of telling him to stay

on the beam. He glanced to his left and saw a group of about ten more

smartly dressed women waiting their turns. Some were on the deck with

their skirts already off and others were on the street talking. They

were women with jobs who commuted to the city and had come to get their

votes in before leaving for work. It seemed they preferred to be served

on the beam because it didn't rumple their neatly pressed suits. They

were demanding and in a hurry and Bob had to service them in quick

succession. He spent half and hour solid with a woman's crotch on his

face with barely time to breathe. But as he was led back to the center

of the deck by the last woman he noticed three white balls in the jar.

Hope rose in him but still the black far outnumbered white. But yet the

day was young and the sun was only just above the top of the highest

hill.

Now the town was waking up and every ten minutes or so a woman walked

down the street or drove up in a car and mounted the deck to be

serviced. They were all ages shapes and sizes, some pretty some not so

much so. What all had in common was an attitude of total dominance.

Each woman's pussy was a ravenous, hairy consuming thing that seemed to

have a will of it's own. Each seemed ready to devour him in its savage

pursuit of its gratification and Bob was sometimes surprised not to

find teeth inside them.

The sun was high now and Bob guessed he might have serviced fifty

women. About half the balls in the jars had been transferred but by now

a third of the balls were white and he seemed to be gaining ground.

Numerous women now lingered around the deck either waiting to be

serviced or just hanging around afterward to watch and laugh tauntingly

when some new and creative indignity was inflicted on him.

Bob was bewildered because there was no predicting how a woman might

vote.. He had just serviced a stern and imperious woman of about forty

five; a tall shapely creature with black hair tied up severely on her

head who wore a charcoal gray suit jacket and skirt. She had also been

present at the castration. It seemed from what he overheard from the

onlookers that she owned the town bank. She had methodically stripped

to her stockings, garters and pumps before enthroning herself in the

chair and pointing commandingly to her crotch. He had buried his face

in the black triangle and served her with the most abject submission

following the unspoken commands and subtle cues he was learning more

and more of as the day went on. She was tense, tightly wound,

insistent, seemingly impossible to please but her persevered until she

erupted into multiple orgasms that transformed her into a cooing,

quivering blob of satisfied delight. She sighed deeply and clenched her

thighs around his head in something like affection but then got up and

voted for castration, got dressed and left without even looking back at

him.

Another source of consternation to Bob was the thick erection he had

been sporting for some hours. He had become excited by the atmosphere

of rampant female eroticism and found himself serving the women with a

growing eagerness to please. A wet and urgent pussy would be pressed

against his face and he would lavish his adoration upon it and feel a

pleasure of his own when it's owner melted into sated softness under

the ever more artful ministrations of his tongue. Even when a woman

voted for castration he only wondered how he might have pleased her

more.

There was a clopping of horse hooves on the cobblestones and Bob looked

down the street to see a tall blonde goddess approaching astride a

splendid black horse. It was the mayor. Her blond hair flowed behind

her in a long ponytail. She wore only a black leather vest and tall

black riding boots with sharp silver spurs. Her naked blonde loins were

caressed by the leather of her saddle.

When she reached the deck she dismounted and strode up the steps with a

firm stride, riding crop in hand. When she reached him she forced him

to his back, squatted over his face, extended two fingers and wiggled

them. Bob knew what to expect but still reacted too slowly and the

yellow flood overwhelmed him. He spilled a good share of her product on

the deck and worst, on he fine boots. She furiously ordered him to his

knees and then made him lick her boots clean as she cropped him

cruelly.

Her anger was not long in turning to arousal. She kicked Bob in the

direction of the chair and settled herself in comfortably. Unbidden,

Bob buried his face in the golden thicket between her comely thighs and

busied himself. Her anger still burned and it filled her with a cruel

impatience. Only a vigorous, intense climax could calm her and to

hasten this result she set her spurs to him. He felt sharp jabs on each

side of his lower back and the salt of his sweat stung the fresh

wounds. He increased his efforts but still the barbs pierced him. She

began prodding him rhythmically with each roll of her hips and Bob

served her with abject desperation. A savage sound was expelled from

her as climax engulfed her and she gave one last stab of the spurs that

embedded them in his flesh where they remained as she writhed in her

delight, giving forth deep, chesty sighs.

She relaxed with a little groan, pushed Bob away almost gently, got up

and rewarded his efforts with a white ball.

Part Three

The ordeal continued as the sun passed its zenith and the sultry heat

made the view of the distant hills shimmer. A haze filled the sky and

the air was still and close. The shade of the big trees was merciful

but intended more for the comfort of the women who came to be served

than for Bob's. It was mid-afternoon and the hottest part of the day.

There was a lull in the parade of women but more and more of them

seemed to be lingering about the deck after being served and voting.

About three fourths of the balls used for voting were now in the big

jar. Most of them were still black but whites were accumulating in a

way that gave Bob hope.

As he knelt there on the deck looking down the street toward the

courthouse he saw a splash of bright red and yellow in the middle

distance. The figure moved toward the center of the street and resolved

itself into the form of the fat woman who had stood in the bakery door

when he had been led forth that morning. She was coming now to be

pleasured and cast her judgement. Had she waited purposely for the

muggy heat to be at its worst?

"Here comes Bertha!" he heard a woman in the crowd say and all eyes

turned down the street. Scattered chuckles and giggles could be heard

among the women and the gathering of an audience was now explained. The

women had gathered to witness the spectacle of the massive woman

working her will upon Bob.

Her pace down the street was leisurely but her approach carried such

menace that to Bob she seemed to cover ground with undue speed. She

stepped up onto the deck with a light footedness that seemed

incongruous and without fanfare removed her dress and hung it on the

hook. Her body was naked beneath it. Though a virtual mountain of flesh

she was yet not without shape and womanly grace. Sweating profusely,

rivulets running down over her milky white bulk, she approached Bob and

in passing took him by the ear and pulled him back toward the beam.

Bob's heart pounded in near panic. He had feared this above all. It

would have been one thing to be made to press his head between those

ponderous thighs as she reclined in the chair or even to have his face

engulfed between the mounts of flesh that were her cheeks but to have

her settle her massive weight upon him as he lay supine upon the beam

led to visions of no return.

But he lay himself down with resignation and she stood above him

casting a wide shadow. She stretched and turned to her audience which

responded with gleeful cheers and prompting. Looking up, Bob saw her

lower herself, saw the fleshy thighs spread and the dense black bush

part to expose the pink folds. She reached between her legs with both

hands and spread herself wide before settling on his face. The oozing,

squashy flesh of her mount engulfed his upturned face and then he felt

her bulk settle full force upon him as light vanished and air was cut

off. She bounced downward hard twice by way of making a simple demand:

"You had better satisfy me quickly if you want to draw your next

breath."

Bob had instinctively taken a deep breath before being submerged and he

believed only that saved him. He plied his tongue desperately about her

soft tissues and was relieved to find her near ready to climax. Her

clit was a turgid marble of rampant flesh and he worked with vital

urgency upon it. Warm slippery juices flowed abundantly over his face

and he felt them trickle past his ears and down his neck. She bounced

impatiently again and Bob, his breath fast running out, ground his

tongue upon her in a panicked frenzy. He felt her convulse violently as

her orgasm surged through her but then all went to blackness and

nothingness.

He drifted a while in a murky dreamplace where visions of naked female

loins and the faces of women grimacing in pleasure reeled by. Suddenly

light returned and the sucking weight was removed and with a gasp he

filled his lungs. Looking up he saw Bertha standing over him howling

with laughter along with all who had been there to watch. When she saw

he had regained consciousness she lowered herself again but stopped

with her big snatch inches above his face. She extended two fingers and

wiggled them and this time Bob reacted with practiced skill and opened

wide as the golden torrent showered down. Her flow was copious and

prolonged but he guzzled it without spilling a drop. She made him suck

the dribbling leavings from her thick hair and then stepped away and

awarded him a white ball, to not a few boo's and hisses from her fans.

The afternoon wore on and the shadows of the hills took on an

encouraging slant as the sun sunk lower in the sky. It was getting

toward the end of the work day. He could tell because a few of the

professional women he had pleasured that morning drove up in their cars

and disembarked to watch the goings on. He heard the throaty roar of a

motorcycle and looked up the street to see the sergeant approaching.

She parked her bike near the deck, stepped up and stripped below the

waist with the same nonchalance she had shown when she "arrested" him.

The pillory was her pleasure this time. Bob served her anus pleasingly,

having some knowledge of her preferences and she awarded him a white

ball.

She left him clamped in the pillory and Bob looked up to see three more

familiar pussies. The judge, his "attorney" and the prosecutor stood

naked side by side in front of him. They stood too close for him to

crane his neck upward and see their faces but the memory of their eager

loins was sharp and he recognized them.

They elected to use him by turns there in the pillory. The judge went

first, backing her full shapely bottom up to his face and grinding her

hips in a rolling motion as she rubbed her crotch and anus against his

face. Then she settled backward with her hole against his mouth. Bob

knew her expectation and he slid his tongue deep into her receptive

orifice. With skill he had learned over the course of the day he

brought her the pleasure she relished. She rubbed and kneaded herself

between the legs and in minutes a climax made her buck and writhe,

pressing Bob back hard against the board as deep sighs of satisfaction

came from her.

The other two women took their turns to similar result. They released

Bob and stepped over to the table to vote.

"Do you see any progress in the rehabilitation of this miscreant?" the

judge asked her companions.

"There seems to be hope," said the prosecutor. "We can always castrate

him if we change our minds and there's lots of fun to be had with him

in the meantime."

It seemed all three women were in agreement because Bob gained three

white balls for his efforts. The women walked off to mingle with the

crowd and Bob noticed they didn't bother to dress. In fact more and

more of the women were shedding their clothes. Some had arrived in

various sorts of scanty domina attire, some had stripped to lingerie

and others were simply brute naked in the sweltering heat.

The sound of an engine was heard in the distance and a pickup truck

turned a corner onto the main street. The driver gunned the engine and

accelerated toward the deck, then skidded to a stop. In the truck was

the construction crew Bob had seen that morning. Two young women were

in the cab and four more rode in the open box in back.

They piled out of the truck in a blur of suntanned flesh, denim and

flannel. Each held a bottle of beer and swigged lustily from it as they

jostled their way toward the deck. They were drunk, rowdy and profane,

cursing each other playfully as each fought to be first in line to have

her way with Bob. They left a trail of tee shirts, flannel shirts and

cutoff jeans in their wake as they approached. By the time they climbed

the steps and surrounded Bob all were naked but for their heavy work

boots.

Work hardened, muscular specimens suntanned over their entire bodies,

they stood in a circle around Bob and started kicking and shoving him

roughly with their lug soled shoes. A couple of times Bob was shoved

flat on his back and one of the girls took the opportunity to stomp his

balls painfully before he could double up to protect himself.

The tall blonde who had greeted him that morning claimed him first. He

was lying on his side, curled in a protective position. She put a foot

on his shoulder and forced him onto his back. Bob looked up to see her

crotch positioned above his face. Instinctively he opened his mouth

wide and, not surprisingly considering the amount of beer she must have

had, a flood of warm urine poured from her. He took it with a minimum

of spillage but still earned a slap across his face. Then she plopped

herself down, straddling his head between her sweaty, muscular thighs,

and made him serve her then and there until she came brutishly.

Each of the young women took her turn with Bob in similar fashion. Two

of them chose anal pleasure and sat their bottoms over Bob's mouth

while they worked their clits with their hands. He felt battered and

exhausted when they finished with him but five of the six balls that

went into the jar were white.

When all the girls had been satisfied they joined the crowd around the

deck. A carnival atmosphere had developed and there was a buzz of

voices punctuated with raucous laughter. About one hundred women stood

about the town square now and Bob had serviced most of them.

A clattering sound of metal on cobblestone came from up the street and

Bob saw a large wagon approaching. It was meant to be horse drawn but

instead eight naked men toiled along in harness under the whip of a

jailer who rode on the seat. As the wagon drew close Bob looked at the

faces of the slaves. They were blank, vacant, resigned. He looked down

to their loins and saw limp penises dangling over empty scrotums. Alan

was the third slave back on the left side of the wagon tongue. A tingle

of fear raced up Bob's spine. Here were castrated slaves being casually

used as human oxen by these frightfully cruel vixens. There seemed to

be no limit to what they might be inflict on a man.

The wagon was loaded with shaved ice in which two kegs of beer and

numerous bottles of wine and champagne were embedded. Another party was

in the offing to celebrate the degradation of yet another hapless male.

The kegs were already tapped and the construction girls crowded around

before the wagon even stopped rolling. The slaves were unharnessed and

set to work setting up some large torches, which had also been aboard

the wagon, around the deck and here and there about the park. It seemed

the revels would last far into the night.

The sun now hung low above the hills and long, deep shadows extended

toward the deck from the buildings and trees surrounding it. Three

balls were now left in the two small jars; two black and one white.

A short, plump, dark haired woman in a black dress, black pumps and

brass wire rimmed glasses climbed the steps of the deck. She unzipped

her dress and stepped from it, then removed her black underthings until

she was naked except for spike heels and spectacles. She had a prim,

school-marmish way about her despite her flagrant nudity.

Settling back in the chair, she motioned to Bob in a now familiar way

and he knee walked his way to her and pressed his face deep in the lush

black growth between her plump thighs. He was desperate to please

because one more white ball would be his reprieve, if indeed these

cruel bitches would actually abide by the result of his efforts should

their whim dictate otherwise.

Nevertheless he served her with practiced skill, conveying the sense of

total adoration and most abject submission he knew was the common

denominator in pleasing all of them. She took her time with him and

stopped him occasionally to give detailed instructions as if speaking

to a child. When he had mastered her requirements she lapsed into a

state of animal ardor and thrashed about the chair grinding her rampant

womanhood against his face until she came in a cataclysmic rush.

When finished she shoved him away and stood up. She turned around and

flaunted her pert, round bottom in Bob's face and demanded he shower it

with kisses. There was a twinkle in her eye as she stepped over to the

jars to vote and she lingered there, toying with Bob as he watched

anxiously. Reaching first for the white ball then for a black one and

back and forth again she finally took a black one and dropped it in the

big jar. Bob"s heart sank. There was to be no mercy and no relenting.

They would wring the last bit of pleasure and amusement from him and

probably castrate him into the bargain.

A chilling realization struck Bob. One woman had been conspicuous by

her absence through his ordeal. He wondered about it for a moment but

then got his answer when he looked up the street toward the courthouse

and saw a figure coming down the steps, obscured by the deep shade cast

by the building. But then the apparition passed from the shadow into

the light of the westering sun. Viper!

Her naked golden flesh glowed in the waning sunlight, the lurid tattoo

seeming to slither up and down her body as her graceful slinky stride

carried her inexorably toward her assignation with Bob. She carried a

black leather sack in her left hand.

The sweat of primal fear ran down the middle of Bob's back as she drew

nearer. The crowd now pressed close around the deck. Picnic tables and

park benches had been pulled up close around it so those there to

witness the spectacle could stand on them for a better view. A hush had

fallen. The air was still and sultry. The only sounds were the clicking

of Viper's boot heels on the cobblestones and the chirping of the

nighthawks that swooped about indifferently overhead. Viper reached the

deck and climbed the steps with a silken grace. She glanced at the jars

on the table then set the black bag down next to them.

Turning to Bob she said," My sincerest apologies for arriving so late.

Urgent disciplinary matters in the dungeon unavoidably detained me. Now

it seems it falls to my lot to render final judgement upon you."

With a few swift gliding steps she crossed the deck and forced Bob onto

his back. He found himself with Viper sitting on his chest with her

thighs either side of his head and his chin in the hairy slit of her

pussy. It's feral musk filled his nostrils, exuding animal eroticism

and danger. He realized that from the first time he had seen her he had

known this moment to be inevitable and fear of it had lingered in the

back of his mind. To her he was merely helpless prey. She could torment

him, enslave him, make him adore her then castrate him, make a snack of

his balls and forget him.

"How unfortunate for you I was busy so late," she purred at him. "If I

had come by earlier the black ball you will almost certainly earn might

have meant less in the scheme of things. You might have had a chance to

redeem yourself with some of my fellow citizens. But, as you may have

noticed, I simply adore performing castrations. In fact castrations

give me more pleasure than anything else. Where you and any other

members of your gender are concerned I care about only one thing and

that is how much pleasure I can take from you. Your unenviable task is

to somehow persuade me that I will have more pleasure if I let you keep

your precious balls. Now I offer you my pussy to serve. I am most fond

of my pussy. It is by far my favorite part of myself because of the

wonderful orgasms it gives me. It will really decide your fate and you

had best treat it accordingly."

With one slithering, sinuous motion she shifted herself to squat over

his face with her sex looming above it. Reaching between her legs with

both hands she spread herself wide.

"Look at it!" she hissed.

Bob stared upward at the pinkish brown cleft in her hairy mount. The

clit was large and protuberant. The maw of her vagina clenched and

relaxed rhythmically, seeming eager to envelop his member and seal his

fate. Her anus puckered and twitched impatiently. Bob's heart pounded

in mingled terror and urgent lust. His shaft was like steel and his

balls ached inside the tight manacle as they swelled with his growing

arousal. Suddenly she wiggled two fingers and Bob took fair warning,

throwing his mouth open to catch the pungent nectar that spilled from

her. Even her piss had a quality of heady wine. There was a wild taste

to it and it made him long for her the more even as it terrorized him.

Viper emptied herself into him then cackled gleefully.

"So the day's lessons have not been lost on you," she said. "Let's see

if the efforts of our good citizens to re-educate you have born fruit."

With that she spun around to face his feet and lowered her torrid

womanhood over his face. Bob pressed upward to meet her, driven by a

mix of fear and longing. He began to use the secrets he had learned

through the long day, exploring and caressing her with abject and

tender passion. But she seemed unmoved by things that had turned some

of the other women to jelly. She slid the padlock around his balls

downward until the skin of his sack stretched tight and shiny as an

over-inflated balloon and his balls stood out in sharp relief. "It's my

right to take them any time I want to now and I don't believe the good

ladies would mind a bit!" he heard her say.

She hooked the long, sharpened nails of her other hand under his

stretched sack and he felt them dig in perilously.

"I've taken more than a few pair of these with just my nails" she

snarled as she pressed in harder and bounced down once with her hips.

"I've already had several very good orgasms today and I expect one from

you that's truly exceptional if you don't want me to pop your little

bubble here."

Bob felt a sense of abandonment take him over and he blankened his mind

to anything other than the soft erogenous tissues his tongue caressed

and gave himself over to a total adoration of her as a goddess who

possessed his body and soul. Viper sensed the totality of his surrender

and gave in to the pleasure of it, relaxing her iron grip on his balls

and allowing her body to soften, immersing herself in her enjoyment.

Bob realized he had unlocked the secret of her pleasure. She was a

supremely dominant creature and only the most profound and absolute

submission to her will could satisfy her. She could sense even the

slightest resistance in one who was expected to serve her and would

crush it with the utmost ruthlessness. But now his utter submission had

been gained and she set about the business of pursuing her orgasm. She

kept Bob busy here and there between her thighs, making him lavish his

tongue upon her labia and slip it far up into the salty cavern of her

vagina. When she could bear no more in foreplay she pressed the turgid,

rampant orb of her clit upon his tongue and bounced twice to signal her

desire for immediate climax. Bob gave his all, grinding the tip of his

tongue upon her orb worshipfully, as Viper clamped her thighs tight

upon the sides of his head and writhed her hips in short jerking

thrusts, her breath escaping in short gasps as her arousal built to

unbearable tension. Sweat poured from her in the sultry evening air. A

sudden rush of ecstasy exploded in her loins and surged through her

body to her outermost extremities. A gush of hot oozing female

ejaculate filled Bob's mouth as Viper let out a ferocious wail of

brutish delight that rang in the arching boughs of the trees above. Bob

ceased his licking but she bounced down twice again and he obediently

resumed as she rode his face in the throes of a consuming multiple

orgasm. Bob continued plying his tongue upon her as she came again and

again, writhing and grinding her hips and shrieking maniacally. Then

she let out a deep moan and her head slumped down as she leaned on her

arms shuddering and breathing deeply. But yet she was far from

finished. She placed her anus over his mouth and enjoyed his tongue

there for awhile and then fondled herself to another casually brutish

climax.

When finished she stood and bent over to grab Bob by his hair and tug

him up to his knees. Then she stepped over to the table where she had

set the black bag. Reaching inside she withdrew a strange and ominous

instrument that it took Bob a moment to identify. Then he recognized

the fleshy-colored latex imitation of an erect penis. Straps and

buckles dangled from it and at right angles upward from it's base

extended the silvery shaft of a vibrator. The mock penis was a good ten

inches long with a diameter most men would envy.. A large pair of false

testicles bulged from it's base.

"It has been well said that a turnabout is fair play," Viper said as

she stepped back toward Bob holding the dildo in her right hand. "Since

I find it unlikely that thing of yours is up to the task at hand why

don't we try mine?"

Standing spread legged, she positioned the silver vibrator shaft

between her legs and then pressed upward so it slid deep inside her.

This evoked a sigh of anticipatory pleasure as she buckled the straps

tightly around her hips.

The dildo jutted from her bush, a gross mockery of all maleness. She

approached Bob until the tip of it was inches from his face.

"How many blowjobs have you had?" she asked.

"Answer me!" she snarled when Bob hesitated.

"O...only one," Bob replied.

"I'll bet you've wanted one from every woman you've seen haven't you?"

She snapped.

"Haven't you?!"

"Y...yes," answered Bob, blushing deeply.

"Have you ever sucked a cock?"

"N... no."

"That can easily be remedied," she said as she reached behind Bob's

head and pulled him forward while guiding the tip of the shaft toward

his mouth. Bob clenched his teeth but she gave a quick, sharp kick that

struck his balls and he opened his mouth to yelp, whereupon Viper

thrust her hips forward and shoved the dildo in a third of the way. She

twisted his hair painfully and slapped his face. Resigned, Bob just

knelt there holding the false dick in his mouth and awaiting her next

demand.

"Come on, suck it! lick it!" she crooned. "Be my good little whore!"

Bob began to fellate the dildo, trying his best to imitate sluts he had

seen in porno flicks. She rolled her hips back and forth shoving the

phallus ever deeper and pressing hard against the back of his throat.

Suddenly she grabbed his ears and pressed determinedly against his

gullet. He gagged and backed away but she persisted, forcing the thick

glans hard upon him until suddenly something gave. He gagged again but

the dildo slid deep down his throat until his nose pressed into the

hair of her bush.

He felt a shivering in the dildo and he realized she had pressed a

switch somewhere that activated the vibrator embedded deep inside her.

She groaned deeply as the pleasure took hold of her, pulled the dildo

out, then shoved it back in again, deeper if possible. Obviously

intending to satisfy herself by throat fucking him, she began to grind

and gyrate her hips vigorously and with utter disregard for anything

but her pleasure. Bob gagged and choked, drawing breaths as best he

could manage between probing thrusts. Mercifully her climax was not

long in erupting. With one cruel, deep thrust she buried the shaft full

length and grunted bestially as orgasm assailed her. The force of it

buckled her knees and doubled her over at the waist causing the dildo

to disengage with a pop. She leaned on him, still coming as the

vibrator continued it's work.

She switched off the vibrator as her orgasms played out, then she

pushed Bob away.

"Are you a virgin?" she asked.

"N... no ah yes um I..." Bob stammered uncertainly.

"I mean have you ever been fucked in the ass you fool?" she badgered

him.

"N... no."

"Good. There is nothing quite so satisfying as a deflowering. Trust me!

I will not be gentle!"

She stepped over to the pillory and opened it while turning to Bob and

piercing him with an impatient glare. He understood her unspoken demand

and dutifully knee walked over to it and placed his neck between the

jaws even as his heart climbed into his throat. He trembled as he knelt

there helpless with his ass in the air. There was no mistaking what was

to come next. Viper reached into one of her high boots and took out a

small squeeze bottle full of a clear oil. She uncapped it and squirted

oil liberally on the dildo and then stuck the long thin nozzle into

Bob's anus, lubricating him thoroughly.

"Don't mistake this for kindness," she said. "I merely wish to ensure

that my entering thrust will be to the hilt. You will hurt as you have

never hurt before at first. But then a surprise awaits you that will

change your life..."

He felt her knees between his ankles and then the prodding of the shaft

against his tight and tender puckering. Her nails dug deep into the

flesh of his hips as she sought a firm grip. He felt a relentless

pressure like a log being forced into his body as she pressed forward

mercilessly. Her knees were between his and he felt her soft breasts on

the small of his back as she coiled herself for the thrust. Suddenly

she threw her hips forward and Bob felt his sphincter give as her mock

member plunged deep. There was a stabbing agony as he felt her belly

touch his buttocks. He screamed and then broke down into sobs of

mingled pain and humiliation.

Viper kept the dildo buried deep and commenced a gyrating motion. She

would have her pleasure later but was now intent on causing him pain

and in stretching his tortured anus. She pulled back and plunged in

again ruthlessly, then ground some more. Bob thrashed about in a futile

effort to dislodge the tormenting shaft but she ravaged him into

submission.

When she had stretched him to her satisfaction she switched on the

vibrator and set about fucking him in earnest. Her sinuous strength

allowed her to thrust with a remorseless rhythm and she soon was

carried along with wild abandonment as the vibrator pulsed within her

and she ground her rampant clit against the butt of the dildo.

Bob whimpered and moaned as she savaged him but to his bewilderment a

strange sensation had begun deep inside him. At the depths of each of

her thrusts there was an itching, burning twinge of pleasure. As his

anus expanded much of the pain subsided and in spite of himself he

began to raise his ass to meet her thrusts, seeking to increase the

enjoyment she inflicted.

Viper passed into a state of erotic frenzy. Her mind had relinquished

all control to her splendid body which now immersed itself in the

pursuit of its blissful release. Her cadence quickened to a breathless

pace, several thrusts now coming each second. Her sweat glistened in

the waning sunlight. Bob's twinges of pleasure suddenly ran together

into a long searing delight and, to his shock, he felt his balls

contract violently and he came with a high pitched shuddering sigh of

mingled ecstasy and humiliation. His seed spurted from him and

splattered copiously on the deck.

This triggered Viper's coming. Reducing a man to such a state was one

of her most cherished pleasures and the sounds a victim made when his

sense of manhood was shattered by her ruthless penetration caused her

to pass into a consuming and prolonged orgasmic state where climax

followed climax in shattering succession. Her body was racked by

pulsing waves of animal pleasure until with a final atavistic grunt of

brute satisfaction she toppled forward over Bob's back with her face

lying across her arms. She was limp and spent, the vibrator still

running but leaving her unmoved as all desire had now been drained from

her. She reached back to switch it off but remained draped over Bob

with the dildo still embedded in him. She drew a deep breath, then

exhaled and disengaged her shaft from Bob's ravaged rectum. Moving

languidly she unlatched the pillory and freed Bob to rise to his knees

facing her.

"Lick it up!" she ordered, pointing to the white splattering of semen

on the deck in front of him. Bob stooped to obey without thought to how

degrading was the act she commanded. Nothing seemed to matter any more.

He felt dazed and drained, emasculated. Yet overshadowing it all was

one undeniable fact. He wanted it again. He knew if a woman approached

him again with a dildo bobbing in front of her he would perform the

mock fellatio she demanded and then, at her behest, present his bottom

to be violated for her pleasure. He would accept the burning shame as

the price of the irresistible pleasure. He prayed he had satisfied

Viper and she would let him keep his balls so he could again submit to

her thrusts. He was transformed. He longed to live his life in the

service of these women for as long as they found him pleasing.

Viper watched Bob as he licked the deck and she guided his head with

the toe of her boot to spots he had missed. Then she ordered him to

take the dildo in his mouth and clean it, soiled as it was by streaks

of blood mixed with his waste. He submitted dutifully, licking and

sucking every bump and crease until the dildo was spotless.

Finally she stepped over to the table and stood before the jars as if

undecided. She held Bob in cruel suspense and even picked up the black

ball before suddenly dropping it and choosing the white one. The

audience broke into mingled boo's and cheers, the boo's coming no doubt

from women who wanted to see his balls taken and the cheers coming for

Viper's performance. Viper stepped down from the deck, picked up a

glass of red wine at the wagon and mingled with the crowd. She still

sported the dildo and strutted about with it getting many a laugh as

she joked cruelly at Bob's expense.

The sun had just set. Torches were lit all around the square and the

party continued in their flickering glow. Suddenly a rumbling sound was

heard from the direction of the courthouse. All eyes turned that way.

Gas lamps stood on poles all along the street and in their soft light

Bob saw a moving, fleshy colored mass in the distance. As it moved

closer it resolved into a large group of naked men crawling on hands

and knees. They were herded along by half a dozen whip wielding

jailers. The slave dungeon had been emptied for the party and the

slaves were being driven down the street dragging their ponderous ball

weights over the cobblestones. There were about fifty of them. They

were herded into the square surrounding the deck and dispersed among

the women gathered there. Another small wagon drawn by two eunuchs

arrived carrying whips, paddles, dildos and other toys. The women

crowded around and selected their toys. Most of them were more than a

little drunk and the spectacle Viper had provided had made them horny.

An orgy developed that dwarfed the one of the night before. Women took

turns with the slaves, forcing them to submit to the most vile and

creative indignities. Lusty orgasmic cries filled the sweltering night

air. Bob was largely ignored early on but Olga, who had used him early

that morning and the blonde construction forewoman came up on the deck

to have their way with him and empty their bladders.

Then Bob saw the sergeant mounting the deck with a hefty dildo jutting

from her thick bush. She approached Bob with a gleam in her eye.

"We have unfinished business," she said.

Part Four

The big woman stood before him in her voluptuous nudity, the hefty

dildo projecting from the black thicket at her loins. The close,

sweltering heat of the July night made the sweat run in rivers over her

heavy breasts and broad shapely hips. She showed no discomfort, but

rather, seemed to enjoy the animal sensuality of soft sultry air on

naked flesh. The flickering torchlight gave her creamy skin a reddish

gold hue. She still wore the heavy black jackboots.

"What did you call me the other day?" she asked Bob as he knelt there

before her trembling in mingled fear and anticipation.

"A...a fat bitch mistress," he stammered, almost afraid to repeat the

words even though she commanded it.

"I gave you a good beating for that and made you eat me but did you

think that would be the end of it?" she asked him. "Do you think just a

couple of quick orgasms are enough to compensate me for such an

insult?"

Bob had no answer.

"I only had time for a mild reprimand then but now the evening

stretches before us and I have ample time. I don't know what it will

take to make me feel vindicated. We will just begin and see where

things take us. What do you think you deserve?"

"Anything that pleases you mistress," Bob replied. "After insulting you

so no punishment seems too great. I have rudely offended you and can

only submit myself to your wrath and hope the pleasure I humbly give

will soothe your wounded pride."

"Very well then," she said, stepping forward to present the thick glans

of the dildo to Bob's lips. He took it full in his mouth and lavished

oral worship upon it while she watched with amused contempt. Seeing him

in his abject submission, humiliating himself, gave her great enjoyment

and she kept him busy that way for some time, even taking time to have

a jailer bring a big mug of beer for her to sip as she watched.

When she finished her beer she tossed the mug over the rail of the deck

onto the grass and reached behind her to switch on the vibrator end of

the double dildo which was embedded deep in her pussy. It's pulsations

made her gasp and tremble. She grabbed Bob's hair and pulled his head

forward while thrusting with her hips. He knew now not to resist but

instead relaxed his throat and let the shaft slide home. His nose

pressed into the sweat soaked hair of her loins. Her pungent musk was

smeared over his face, exciting him despite the cruel predicament.

She drew back, then plunged home again. He made his throat a cunt for

her and she rolled her hips with heedless abandon, grinding her clit

against the cupped base of the dildo and working her "G" spot hard with

the vibrator. Bob fought for breath as best he could between thrusts,

giving himself over to pleasing her. Orgasm exploded in her suddenly at

the deepest point of a brutish thrust. The iron muscles beneath her

softer womanly flesh tensed unbearably before turning to jelly as great

spasms of delight swept over her. A crawly flood of woman cum gushed

from her and ran down the inside of each thigh. She leaned on Bob and

allowed the dildo to back out of his throat as the rushes of ecstasy

subsided. Then she switched off the vibrator.

She stepped back from Bob when the pleasant tempest ended, then stood

with legs spread wide and bade him to lick the clinging streams of her

pleasure juices from between her hefty thighs. When he had finished she

merely looked at him with an impatient glare and he knew what was to

follow. He turned around, lowering his face to the deck while raising

his behind and spreading his cheeks to present himself for her use.

Viper had courteously left her bottle of lubricant on the table and she

availed herself of it, rubbing the slick oil the length of the member.

Bob awaited her, shuddering in fear and longing. He was sore from

Viper's ravages and the dildo the sergeant sported was if anything

thicker. It was clear mercy was an idea unknown to her so he braced

himself for the cruel penetration that would inevitably come.

The sergeant wasted no time. When the shaft was lubed to her

satisfaction she dropped to her knees behind Bob and lined the glans up

with his red, sore back passage. She leaned over to grab his hair and

yanked his head up and back until he saw the boughs of the trees

overhead. Then her muscular thighs and buttocks and shimmied and

rippled as she plunged the shaft home with remorseless force. Bob broke

down into blubbering sobs as pain lanced through him. She too ground

the dildo about with a swivel-hipped motion, prolonging the tearing

agony.

Then, without withdrawing the shaft she rose to her feet with her knees

flexed. This withdrew the dildo partially but then she bent her knees

and plunged downward bringing another cry of pain. She reached back to

switch on the vibrator and began to take him with deep downward

plunges. Her heavy breasts bounced and flopped and the layer of fat she

wore jiggled but her movements showed an animal muscularity and grace

as she gave herself over to the urges of her body.

Once again Bob's pain subsided and the sharp, pleasureable twinges

returned. When the sergeant passed into her rutting frenzy the deep

jackhammer rhythm of her thrusts made ecstasy well up in his loins. He

felt his toes curl as his balls throbbed and he spurted forth a creamy

flood upon the deck. He gave a high pitched whimper that set off

something like an eruption in the sergeant. She threw her head back and

howled her triumphant delight to the full moon that had risen over the

hills and then collapsed, bringing her full bulk down on Bob's back and

riding him to the ground. She sat astride him as he lay on his belly

with the dildo still in to the hilt. More orgasms followed and with

each one she thrust her hips hard, inflicting hurt upon him for the joy

of it.

After half a dozen such climaxes she was finally spent. She switched

off the vibrator, withdrew the dildo and stood, then kicked Bob sharply

in the ribs with her jackboot to make him rise to his knees. As had

Viper, she ordered him to lick up his mess and suck the soiled dildo

spotlessly clean. Then she unstrapped it and tossed it aside.

"That was most enjoyable but yet I am somehow unsatisfied," she said to

Bob. "I believe there is only one thing that will ultimately assuage

your insult and make clear to you our positions relative to one

another."

" On your back!" she commanded in an iron voice and Bob hastened to

obey. She squatted over his face with her anus almost touching his

mouth.

"Rim me!" she ordered and Bob extended his tongue to caress her

twitching blossom.

"In a little while it will become obvious what is expected of you," she

said.

She kept Bob busy for a few minutes, casually enjoying his tongue deep

in her rectum.

Bob did his work with pleasing skill now, caressing the her inner rim,

actually gratified by her little moans of pleasure. But suddenly he

felt an object descend upon his tongue from deep inside her. He knew by

its foul and bitter taste what it was and instinctively he tried to

pull away but she held his head in an iron grip and looked down on him

with a pitiless stare.

"Yes, that's right," she said. "You will open your mouth and I will

defecate and you will swallow it. If you think you have suffered up to

now that will seem like pleasure if you refuse. Now I can't hold this

forever so let's get it over with."

She rose a few inches so he could see her anus with the brown tip of

the turd now protruding from it and inch or so.

"Open your mouth!" she snarled and he complied, throwing his mouth open

to it's widest.

She gave a lusty grunt and her anus spread wide as the thick stool

slithered forth. It entered his mouth and slid to opening of his gullet

and kept coming with an obscene relentlessness. It was heavy, dense,

firm and it's foul reek almost suffocated him. He gagged and choked

upon it, somehow getting its tip down into his throat and he let the

peristaltic pressure of her bowels force it inside of him as he

swallowed it inch by inch. It was the massive defecation of a large

woman of lusty appetite and even as it coursed half way down his gullet

its trailing end was still deep inside her rectum. It seemed an

eternity passed before her anus closed with a twitching, satisfied

motion and the end of it slipped into his mouth and down his throat.

Immediately she lowered her anus onto his mouth and he knew to lick her

clean.

She stood up and ordered him to his knees once again. She asked a

jailer to bring her an empty ice bucket from the wagon and she set it

down in front of him.

"Now you will kneel here with my shit in your belly until I am

satisfied of your repentance. When I feel the time is right I will

allow you to expel it into the bucket."

She turned and walked away to drink beer and mingle with the others and

gave no sign she was aware of his existence. Bob knelt there trembling

in revulsion, barely able to keep the foul mass in his belly down. It

might have been an hour before she returned and released him from his

pennance. He heaved the brown mass from his belly with retching relief.

The acrid foulness was still in his throat though and she showed him a

sort of mercy by lying him on his back and emptying her beer flooded

bladder into his mouth to wash it away.

She stood over him looking down and said: "It will benefit you to

understand that in the world of which you have now become a part you

rank considerably below my feces in the greater order of things."

Then she turned away to join the party again.

The orgy continued far into the wee hours. Every mistress was sated and

every slave was used and degraded to the point of near collapse. Light

was showing in the east when at last the slaves were herded back to the

dungeon and the women dispersed.

Bob was last to be led away and he was taken back to his cell and

shoved inside. As he lay on his belly he felt a stabbing pain in his

left buttock and then later his right. He managed to twist around and

look up to see one of the jailers with a large syringe in her hand.

"Something for your health and well-being," she said. "A sick slave is

no fun at all."

They left him there with a big bowl of food and he wolfed it down,

licking the bowl spotless, so famished was he from the long ordeal. He

drank deeply and without hesitation from the toilet. Then exhaustion

took hold and sleep descended like a black curtain.

He awoke just minutes before he heard the cell door being opened. He

felt rested and refreshed and he guessed the whole town must have slept

in late to recover from the long night of revelry.

Two jailers entered the cell. One of them carried a ball and chain such

as the other slaves wore and also a black leather leash and collar. The

other carried a large bowl of the slop he was to be fed. He was made to

eat then they removed the shackles. Bob gave no thought to escape or

resistance. There was no point to either idea now and he had long since

accepted his new lot in life.

He allowed the jailers to fit him with ball and chain, leash and collar

then crawled along at heel beside them dragging the heavy weight as

they led him to what the new day would bring. He was first taken to the

cleaning chamber to be bathed and shaven. Then they made their way down

the corridor to a long winding stairway going downward deep under

ground. Bob was made to carry his ball weight down the stairs. They

came to the door of a chamber deep within the building. The door was

opened and he was led through into a circular room with old gray stone

walls and floor.

On a leather thrones straight ahead sat Viper, naked as always except

for the boots. Beside her sat a tall young redhead who Bob recognized

as one of the young jailers who had thrown him in the van after the

sergeant had had her way with him in the ditch. She too was nude except

for boots. He had not taken note of her figure before, never having

seen her naked but now she was revealed as a young Amazon with a

graceful muscular form, full firm breasts, slender waist, full shapely

hips and thighs.

The sight of Viper chilled him with fear even as his member stiffened.

He knew he would soon again be subjected to her tender mercies. He was

torn between terror and longing.

He knew the price of intimacy with her sumptuous body. Her young

companion also seemed a formidable creature, a ravishing beauty who

held herself with a haughty arrogance and pierced him with her flashing

green eyes.

"I trust the new day finds you well," said Viper. "You have been

brought here for the beginning of a week of final training and

indoctrination before you are placed in the dungeon to begin your life

as a pleasure slave."

"At this time I would like to inform you that you were never in real

danger of being castrated yesterday. Our purpose in enslaving you is to

wring every bit of pleasure from you we can. The goings on of the last

two days were just a form of sport. The capture of a new slave always

coincides with the castration of one who has outlived his usefulness.

It is cause for celebration. You must admit all of us had a wonderful

time yesterday and the castration the night before was a delight as

always.'

"This is Tara," she continued, by way of introducing the young goddess

by her side. "She is my apprentice. As I train you I will also be

training her to serve as my successor."

"How old do you think I am?" she asked Bob.

"Late twenties mistress?" Bob answered. She looked mature but her

graceful figure and flawless skin suggested youth.

"Flattering but not even close," replied Viper. "In fact I will soon be

forty five. But I am not surprised by your guess. What you are seeing

is the result of total sexual satisfaction in a woman. Orgasm at will

fills the body with beneficial substances that markedly prolong

youthfulness. I could go on with my duties here for many more years but

I feel a need to move on to other interests. So I have chosen Tara here

to succeed me as Mistress of Discipline. It will be interesting to see

which one of us will eventually castrate you. Much will depend upon how

much you benefit from the rigorous training you are about to begin."

She raised her legs and spread them wide, resting her ankles on the

arms of the throne, exposing her lush pussy.

"Now come here and serve me," she said. "I would like to evaluate what

you have learned over the past two days and see where to begin your

training."

Bob crawled to her and put his face between her thighs. Her scent was

as intoxicating as before and he trembled as he extended his tongue,

eager to taste her.

But she grabbed his hair and stopped him then said: "Just make me come

as quickly as you can. I will not instruct you or exhort you. I will

relax and take the pleasure as it comes. When I finish you will serve

Tara. Then we will critique you and punishment will be given for any

shortcomings."

Then she pushed his face deep into her bush and settled back to enjoy.

Bob set to work adoringly, the salty-spice taste of her dizzied him and

he poured his worship of her into his service. In less than five

minutes she came delightfully with a chesty sigh, writhing convulsively

with her legs crossed around his head. He continued to tongue her

softly and several more orgasms followed, soft pulsing, tingling

climaxes that caused gushes of her rich juices to fill his mouth. She

went limp and moaned her satisfaction.

Then she shunted him aside with her boot and Tara leaned over and

grabbed him by the hair spread her legs wide and pulled his face

between them. She also exuded a wild scent of womanhood unabashed. Her

spice had it's own delectable piquancy. Less patient than than her

mentor she grabbed his hair painfully and urged him with rough tugging

and twisting to gratify her quickly. Her climax was quick and brutish,

just one deep lusty grunt and a gush of her woman spunk.

"What do you think?" Viper asked Tara.

"Much better but still not quite there," Tara replied. "I would have

much preferred a multiple orgasm like yours. When he served me

yesterday morning I really thought his lackluster performance warranted

immediate castration. But a good day on the deck will do a lot to make

a decent slave of even one so sorely lacking a he was."

"I agree," said Viper. "Let's give him a taste of the whips and then

have another go with him."

Tara stepped over to a switch box on the wall and pressed a button

there. It activated a hoist in the ceiling that lowered an iron bar

with manacles at each end that was suspended from the hoist by a cable.

Viper gave Bob a kick in that direction by way of ordering him to kneel

under the hoist. When the bar was lowered within reach Tara glared at

him and he knew he must raise his arms so his wrists could be clamped

in the manacles. Viper clamped him in and detached the weight from his

scrotum. Tara pressed another button that raised him until his feet

were about eighteen inches from the floor. There were chains with

anklets mounted in the floor on each side of him and Viper fastened his

legs into them so he hung helpless with arms and legs spread wide.

Then both women walked over to a place along the wall where a

collection of whips hung on hooks. Each chose a hefty cat-o-nine-tails

and returned to a position either side of Bob. He heard a whoosh from

Tara's side and the leather thongs bit his flesh with a stinging burn

that forced a short scream from him. Viper followed with her own harsh

stroke. They set about their work methodically, covering his body with

red welts from ankle to neck. He writhed in his bonds, pleading for

mercy. This seemed to encourage and incite them more than anything.

They stopped only when his body seemed to be clothed in burning pain.

Viper lowered him to the floor and reattached the weight. He was

released from the manacles and Tara seated herself in her throne in a

position that was it's own command. Bob hastened to reach her lest he

incur her further wrath, stretching his scrotum dangerously as he

dragged the ponderous weight over the rough stone floor. He buried his

face deep in her thicket and found her rampantly aroused. His suffering

under the whip had excited her madly. He knew she expected quick

gratification and he used all he knew to hasten her to the brink of the

inviting precipice. This time she did not so much come as pass into a

state of orgasmic frenzy. Her body jerked and writhed for a good couple

of minutes as wails of delight rang from the chamber walls. With one

final high-pitched sigh she relaxed with her legs draped over Bob's

shoulders. Her tense muscles went limp and she lay there for a minute

breathing langorously. Finally she pushed him away and passed him over

to Viper who had assumed the position in the other chair.

Viper was equally aroused and demanding. He serviced her to a violent

multiple climax that left her spent and sweating.

The women conferred again and Viper said: "Not the improvement we had

hoped for. Let's hang you up again. This time I think we'll give close

attention to your precious organs. That is known to be a good motivator

when all else fails."

Leaning against the wall nearby was an inch thick steel shaft about six

feet long on the end of which was a ball about two inches in diameter.

Tara brought it over under the hoist and slipped it into a socket in

the floor so it stood upright protruding about four feet into the air.

Viper directed Bob to kneel with his back to the shaft. She detached

his weight and clamped his wrists into the manacles on the bar. Then

Tara hoisted him aloft until his anus was just above the ball on the

end of the shaft. Viper took her lubricant bottle from her boot and

smeared the ball liberally then guided him so his anus aligned

perfectly with the ball. Tara began to lower him. Viper held him steady

as his weight forced the ball inexorably against his anus. Though he

had been stretched by the dildos the size of the ball was much larger

and his sphincter sent out stabbing pains of protest as it stretched to

the limit to accept this cruel intrusion. Bob screamed as he was

stretched to nearly the tearing point but then the ball passed his

sphincter and it closed tight around the shaft holding him immobile.

Then his ankles were shackled as before and he hung there spread-eagled

and impaled upon the shaft unable to move even an inch to evade

whatever cruelties were to be inflicted upon his tender parts.

"Before we begin the torture I would like to take the opportunity to

further enlighten you regarding the world of which you have now become

a part," Viper said. "You must be wondering why this is being done to

you and why this peculiar little town exists at all."

"To get right to the point, we of this community are female

supremacists. We believe that the deity, the creator, is a female

entity, a goddess if you will, who created womankind in her image and

created the male as a slave to the pleasure of the female. We have

founded this community to make this view of the world a reality."

"Our town was founded some one hundred years ago by women of iron will

who were much ahead of their time. Since then, by subterfuges too

numerous to mention we have maintained our secret stronghold in the

midst of the male dominated world. It takes trickery and well placed

bribes and the slave dungeon holds more than a few who became too

curious for their own good. Otherwise the ranks of slaves consist of

farm boys who mysteriously disappear, unwary tourists such as yourself

and the occasional singles bar stud wannabe who gets an offer he can't

refuse just before the mickey goes into his drink."

"You have seen the eunuchs who perform forced labor. They, as you know,

are slaves who have outlived their usefulness for whatever reason.

Sometimes it is general substandard service, other times a particular

offence or failure that angers a mistress. Alan, whose castration you

witnessed, had simply been in the dungeon too long, about six years as

I recall, and we were tired of him. Word went out to the "construction

crew" to set the trap. Inevitably a victim will happen by and here you

are."

"In the early days slaves were castrated almost immediately upon

capture. It was at first believed that the docility that castration

brings would make for enjoyable slaves. But the results of this were

unsatisfying. The slaves were docile enough but lacked something. It

was Ursula the Cruel, first Mistress of Discipline and my great

grandmother, who first experimented with the training of uncastrated

slaves. She found that these slaves could not only be tamed but could

be made into pleasingly pathetic creatures who would submit with

eagerness to the most vile indignities and who would serve the

pleasures of women with adoring enthusiasm. A combination of total

domination, pain, terror and finally, the pleasure of the dildo, can

subvert the lustful urges that arise in the testicles and produce a

grovelling creature who longs for any degradation his mistress might

wish to inflict. These slaves can give hours of pleasure and dozens of

orgasms. These, according to the goddess, are the birthright of all

women. Women are endowed with the capacity for almost unlimited

pleasure and in a properly ordered world such as we have created it is

possible for them to realize their potential."

"If you need proof of this just look at the bodies of the two sexes.

The hand of the Goddess is clear in their conception. Look at my body.

It is all graceful curves and my sexuality is infused throughout it. I

feel my orgasms from head to toe and I am still, after so many years,

expanding the horizons of my ecstasies. There seems to be no limit to

how much pleasure I can experience if only I persist in my relentless

domination of the male. And yet I can control my urges in a way no man

can ever hope to. I have my pleasure when I want it and the way I want

it."

"Now think of your body. It is a square and graceless thing with those

disgusting, dangling protuberances between the legs. You sexuality is

centered there and the meagre twinges of half pleasure you call orgasms

are felt only in that region. Given your way you rut upon a woman for a

few seconds until, with a few swinish grunts you deposit your load of

white filth inside her, leaving her soiled and frustrated. Then sex is

"over" and you might fall asleep or go watch sports. You wonder at your

"partner's" tendency to be reluctant. And yet you would risk almost

anything for those few paltry spurts. It is your balls that make you

long so mindlessly to stick your filthy penis into a woman's sacred

body. In this world a man whose member enters a woman's body pays for

the privilege with his balls."

"The final and incontrovertible evidence of the grand design lies

here," she said as she grabbed his scrotum and squeezed it painfully

until he felt his balls might pop out. "Only divine inspiration could

cause these prime movers of your lust to be left dangling in this

little sack where one little snip of a shears or a knife stroke can

excise them if a woman finds it necessary or pleasing to do so. And the

fact that the goddess made you treasure them so closes my case

unquestionably. You have submitted already to unthinkable degradations

only to save them."

"Now it is time to give your precious protuberances some well deserved

attention. This will perhaps serve to motivate you to serve with the

perfection necessary to allow you to keep them-for awhile."

Tara brought a small, high round table over to a spot near where Bob

hung. On it were numerous objects Bob could not identify but most

seemed to be made of gleaming metal and to be sharp. A large red candle

in a brass holder also stood burning upon the table. A deep pool of wax

had developed in a depression at the top.

Viper turned her back on Bob and looked over the items on the table as

if in doubt where to begin. Then without warning she whirled around

with a small whip she had hidden in her boot and struck Bob's glans

with a sharp and wicked stroke. Agony lanced through him and he

screamed. Viper and Tara chuckled cruelly.

Then Viper approached him holding what he recognized as an electric

prod. She extended it toward his genitals, grinning wickedly as he

tried futilely to evade it. She made mock thrusts with it to make him

flinch and whimper. Then, with finality, she poked it against the end

of his cock. The pulsing jolts made him lurch and writhe as sobs were

wrung from him. Then she touched it to the shaft just below the ball

and let the current run up his ass. Finally she pressed it against his

balls and held it there until he blubbered for mercy, reduced to a

pathetic and craven wreck.

When she was satisfied she removed it and let him hang there awhile

whimpering and moaning. When his pain subsided and his eyes cleared he

saw her approaching him with a thin steel skewer. He could see it was

covered with tiny round bumps. She took his cock in her hand and

stretched it out as far as it would go then slid the skewer deep into

the hole in the end of it until it reached the point where his cock

connected to his body. He felt an itching, burning agony that drove him

to the brink of madness, making him squirm against his restraints in

grotesque contortions as he tried to somehow escape it. Viper just

stepped back and let the probe do its work for awhile. Then she

squeezed his cock hard in her hand, grinding the bumps on the probe

against the tender tissues of his urethra and doubling his suffering.

She continued until he broke again and passed into a state of gibbering

idiocy, temporarily losing his mind to ease his suffering. Then she

withdrew the probe with a sharp tug that got one final scream out of

him and let him hang there again until he regained his senses.

"I pity you the next time you piss" she said. "But let's move on. We

have much left to do."

With that she picked up a thin needle set into a small wooden handle.

She held it in the flame of the candle until it glowed red. She took

the tip of Bob's cock between thumb and forefinger and lifted it

upright. Then she quickly touched the red hot needle to the tender,

sensitive spot on the underside of his penis just below the glans. The

point of the needle was tiny but the searing agony it produced was

huge. He shrieked and squirmed madly in his bonds and his body

shuddered. Viper withdrew the needle, reheated it and found another

sensitive spot lower down on his shaft where she repeated the

performance. Four more times she burned him until he escaped, babbling

dementedly, into unconsciousness.

When he revived she finished his ordeal by taking the candle and

dumping the accumulated melting wax in a red cataract over his

genitals. The wax burned just hot enough to produce maximum agony

without doing real damage. His cock and balls were encased in consuming

pain and he was allowed to hang there and suffer until it congealed

into a solid mass. Then Viper proceeded to tear it loose in chunks,

ripping out whatever strands and patches of hair had happened to be

engulfed.

The women looked at each other and nodded, apparently satisfied that he

was sufficiently broken. He was hoisted free of the shaft, lowered to

the floor and unshackled. They didn't bother attaching the weight this

time largely because the torture had excited them so they could spare

no time waiting to be serviced.

Viper courteously invited her young cohort to be first and Tara took

her seat. Bob' face was between her thighs almost before she settled

in. She was rampantly aroused and oozed thick syrup. No preliminaries

were needed. He went right to her clit and found it at hair trigger.

Her splendid muscles were wound tight as viola strings and she locked

her powerful thighs around his head in a savage grip. Half a minute of

Bob's ministrations caused her to enter an orgasmic paradise. A deep

climax rocked her world but she kept her thighs clamped tight and

thrust her hips against Bob's mouth demanding more. He plied his tongue

upon her, but gently now, caressing her clit with a tender reverence as

orgasm followed orgasm. She simply lay there savoring each orgasm as it

came and went. There seemed to be no end to them. Bob did his duty

faithfully, keeping his tongue on her and keeping the climaxes coming,

slurping up the gushes of her cum and feeling a heady intoxication. He

felt a blissful happiness at pleasing his goddess so and felt willing

to continue like this forever if it could be so.

But at last it ended with one final deep moan from Tara. She went limp

and would have slid to the floor if Bob had not held her up by putting

his shoulders under her thighs. He remained there motionless with his

face pressed deep into her bush, allowing her to take her time

recovering from the delightful cataclysm that had rocked her.

At last she took a deep breath and shoved him away. He knelt there

looking up at her as she rose from the chair with a radiant smile on

her face. Her body seemed to glow and her movements had a creamy,

silken quality of utter contentment and satisfaction.

"I think he finally gets it," she said to Viper.

Part Five

Viper had watched Tara's pleasuring patiently, contenting herself with

fondling her pussy as she waited for her to finish. She was mad with

desire but could not begrudge her young student first pleasure with the

new slave. She felt an almost motherly bond to the precocious young

amazon.

Tara had been recruited by a woman of the community who was a professor

at the university in the nearby city. She had been date raped by a

college football player who had used his connections among the alumni

to get off scot free. The professor had soothed her wounded pride and

invited her to visit the village. Tara had a fiery temperament and was

filled with a healthy rage against the male of the species. She had

been taken to the dungeon and given a slave, one who resembled her

attacker, to do with what she would. Viper had stayed in the chamber to

observe matters and assist her if need be.

But Tara needed no help whatsoever. She unleashed her fury upon the

hapless slave and used him with an inventive cruelty that impressed

Viper deeply. After three hours and orgasms uncounted Tara finally

collapsed in a contented heap straddling the slave's face and weeping

with joy.

Tara had made the village her home from then on. She had taken eagerly

to being a jailer and was feared above all the others by the slaves.

Tara had been a star athlete at the university in swimming and track so

she was lithe and muscular as a young she-panther to begin with. She

had taken to body building and working out almost compulsively when she

started her new life and became a truly fearsome specimen who was able

to subdue any man she had yet encountered. She had driven into the city

one evening and had brought back her rapist, bound and gagged in the

trunk of the car. He had spent his day in the square and was now a

slave in the dungeon. Viper had promised Tara the right to castrate him

when the time came and Tara used him every day, taking pains to remind

him how one day she would take his balls.

Viper had watched her progress with approval and when the time came to

train another to succeed her as Mistress of Discipline Tara was the

only one she considered. The two had become inseparable.

Viper looked with pride upon her young protege as she rose from her

throne all aglow with pure satisfaction. She smiled fondly at her and

then pierced Bob with a stern look, snapped her fingers and pointed at

her crotch. She was most gratified with the way he buried his face deep

in the lush hair of her loins and found her clit with his tongue,

bringing an immediate rush of delight to her aroused body. She let the

pleasure sweep her along until she took flight in a celestial state of

orgasmic bliss. She closed her eyes as her body became a pulsing,

tingling blob of pleasure, one orgasm passed into the next seamlessly

and relentlessly until she lost all memory of any state other than

this. She allowed herself to float aloft until a great throbbing surge

of purest ecstasy purged her of all feeling save a warm and glowing

contentment. Opening her eyes she saw Tara beaming at her. She smiled

back rapturously and lay for a few minutes enjoying.

At length she shoved Bob away without even glancing at him.

"Yes indeed I believe he does get it," she said. "At least this part

anyway."

"I've saved a surprise for you Tara," Viper continued. "Do you remember

our visit with the gynecologist and the electronics engineer a few

months ago? I said we were being fitted for new dildos? Well they're

ready to be tested!"

"Yes!" shouted Tara, pumping her fist in the air.

Viper pointed to the wall of the chamber where the dildo collection was

hung and spoke imperiously to Bob. "Fetch the two dildos with the red

straps!"

Bob crawled over and took down the two dildos and fetched them back to

Viper.. She looked at them briefly, then handed one to Tara.

"This one is yours dear. Your initials are there under the tip."

The dildos looked similar to the others Bob had seen, having the same

size and the shaft meant for insertion into the vagina but they looked

different between the bases of the two shafts. The two women strapped

on the phalluses and both commented favorably on the comfort of the

fit.

Bob knelt there with his heart pounding in mingled fear and

anticipation. The sight of these two goddesses with their dildos

bobbing before them ready to ravage him without mercy with their new

devices made his cock stiffen to steel and his balls ache.

"Many brilliant women are among our citizenry," Viper said to Bob. "Two

of them collaborated in the development of these. Although our dildos

are pleasurable toys they are still numb and insensate things. It is

fun to watch a slave humiliate himself by fellating a false penis a

woman has strapped on but it would be so much more enjoyable to

actually feel it. It is our hope these dildos will make that possible.

They are designed with tiny sensors the length of the shaft that

transmit tactile sensations to tiny vibrators aligned with the most

sensitive tissues in the vulva and vagina. Customization to the woman's

body is needed here to locate her most sensitive spots. The part of the

dildo from the clit backward and up the vagina must be custom formed to

the owner's body. Stimulation of the glans of the dildo should be felt

in the clitoris, while stimuli following down the shaft will be felt

along the labia and finally up the vagina by way of the inserted shaft.

The goal is to create a virtual penis that will closely mimic the

sensations of fucking or being sucked. But enough talk! Tara seems

quite impatient to test her new toy and I must say I echo her feeling."

She waved her hand to offer first chance to Tara, who stepped toward

Bob with the dildo jutting forward obscenely. She reached back to

switch it on, but showed no reaction. But when Bob's lips closed around

the shaft she let out a gasp of pleasant surprise and threw her head

back, shaking it from side to side. Bob began to suck her cock in his

best imitation of a slut and she grabbed his head and began to control

his movements, directing him as to how to slide his lips and tongue

over the shaft in the most pleasing way.

"I feel it!" she cried. "My God it's incredible!"

She prodded to the back of his throat and he relaxed for her, letting

the dildo slide home. Then she withdrew as he closed his lips down

tight around it while running the tip of his tongue up the underside

where he knew just such a lick would drive him wild. The pleasure was

so intense it was almost torture to her. She worked the dildo back and

forth in long, deep strokes and Bob did his work to perfection, the

perfect suck slut lavishing delight upon the cock of his mistress. She

came in a sudden shuddering rush that consumed her whole body. Then she

backed away dizzily, motioning to Viper to take her turn.

Viper wasted no time. She poked the dildo in his face and he opened

eagerly for her, wildly excited himself by his newfound power to

please. He leaned forward and took it full down the throat on her first

thrust, sending waves of maddening delight to the extremities of her

cunt. She backed out and directed him to lick the shaft all over as her

breath hissed between clenched teeth. She made him take the mock balls

in his mouth and when he ran his tongue over them she grabbed his ears

and held him there, enjoying the throbbing sensation at the opening of

her vagina. Her wish was to experiment with her new toy and test its

ultimate capabilities but she soon lost all control and sought orgasm

urgently. A quick, hard throat fucking set her off volcanically.

Viper and Tara looked at each other grinning broadly and exchanged a

rowdy high-five.

"This is beyond my wildest hopes!" Viper gushed. "I got a blowjob! A

real blowjob! I can't wait to fuck him!"

Tara produced a golden coin from inside her boot. "Flip you for him, "

she said. "Heads or tails?"

"Tails," said Viper and Tara flipped the coin and let it land on the

floor. Tails it was and the meaning soon became clear. Tara forced Bob

to his hands and knees and Viper dropped behind him to give him the

shaft while Tara knelt in front of him and poked her dildo at his

mouth.

They entered him simultaneously, each plunging her false member to the

hilt. The tight grip of his sphincter on Viper's shaft as she drew it

back and forth drove her mad. Tara got no less from her own end and the

two women raced to the first orgasm with Viper winning by half a

thrust. They giggled wickedly and switched ends, taking Bob hard again

and revelling in the thrill of their wondrous new toys. They swapped

ends several more times, reaming him hard until he came in a copious

creamy flood. At last they collapsed over his back from each end,

delightfully exhausted.

"Every woman in town must have one of these," said Viper and Tara

nodded her agreement.

The women reluctantly unstrapped and made Bob hang the dildos back on

the wall and then made him lick up his mess.

One last parting humiliation ended the day's training. Bob was shoved

to his back and each woman took her turn squatting over him, emptying

her bowels into his mouth. His experience with the sergeant had

prepared him for this and he performed perfectly. If anything, the

taste of their feces was pleasingly exciting to him.

Viper told him to expect this as the end of many sessions. A satisfied

woman often felt nature's call and the act of toilet service lent a

pleasing final touch of total dominance to a pleasure session.

The following six days were much like the first except Bob endured less

torture as he honed his skills to perfection. All memory of his former

life seemed to have faded and he learned to immerse himself in the

moment and attune his entire being to the pleasure of the woman he was

servicing. At the end of the week Viper pronounced him ready.

The cell door opened on his first day as a dungeon slave and two

jailers rousted him brusquely from his bed, fed him and led him

groveling down the corridor to be cleaned and groomed.

When ready he crawled at heel beside them, then carried his ball weight

down the long stairway to the deepest dungeon. They entered a corridor

where low doors, just high enough to crawl through, were lined up at

intervals along the wall. He was led to one of the doors. A jailer

tugged a rope and the door slid up. Inside was a dimly lit chamber with

stone walls and floor. A kick from the jailer urged him to crawl

through. He entered the chamber and there waiting for him was the tall,

dark haired woman from the town bank.

She wore a classic ensemble of black lace lingerie: stockings, garters

and a brief corset that exposed and lifted her breasts. Her loins were

boldly naked. Black stiletto pumps were on her feet and she held a

short, thick whip in one hand.

The room was equipped with numerous devices of confinement including a

pillory of a sort with which Bob was all too familiar. She stepped over

to the pillory and simply glared at him. Bob hastened abjectly to

comply with her unspoken command, dragging his weight along the floor

and risking his balls in his rush to please. He placed his neck in the

stock and she clamped him in and adjusted the height to her

satisfaction.

Lowering herself to hands and knees she spread her shapely cheeks wide

and backed toward him. Her anus was a tight vortex with a triangle of

brownish skin surrounding it. The hair of her loins grew up and around

it in a soft, furry rim and it puckered and twitched as it closed in

upon him.

Bob just closed his eyes and extended his tongue to taste her. As she

pressed him backward against the stocks he answered her pressure with

his own and his tongue slid deep. Her groan of pleasure filled him with

adoring rapture. He lived only for this moment and all others like it.

That he was a naked, groveling slave in hopeless captivity didn't

matter. That he was a human toilet didn't matter. That one day,

inevitably, the cruel knife would take his balls didn't matter. All

that mattered was that his goddess of the hour was clenching her anus

upon his tongue and moaning her enjoyment as she made her way to the

sweet release of her next orgasm.

The End