Hassan had allocated punishment chamber eighteen to be reserved for prisoners who were to forfeit their manhood. Two of the guards assisted him with burrowing into the cement floor in order to bolt the two solid oak support tracks to the ground with two rows of sixteen inch steel bolts. Hassan performed his task with his now-persistently heavy heart.

He invited Anja to come with him to the chamber to bear witness to her evil design. She was more than eager to do so and as she entered the room, she did so with slow and precious movements. Very slowly she reached out her hand and began to stroke the apparatus as one might pet a kitten. Hassan observed the way in which she caressed it with such a twisted and loving look in her eyes. In truth, he had never seen her behold her own infant daughter with such pride and affection. It was as though her monstrous creation was her true child.

Anja gripped the lever and began to bring it up and down, repeatedly as she watched the circle of blades appear to completely fill the hole which would be the departure point for the victim’s manhood. Over and over she raised and pushed down on the lever with increasing speed; her respiration accelerating and her eyes glazed over with excitement. What Hassan saw in her eyes was nothing short of madness.

Finally, she slowed down and ceased her perverted play and spoke with a quiet and yet chilling, almost child-like voice. “Like the jaw of the devil,” she said. “There is a name for what it does, you know.” Her voice was as though she was not talking to anyone other than herself. She was totally vacant. “I found in a British medical journal that a man had to lose his penis because it had cancer.” She smiled again in her sadistic and perverted fashion. “It is called a penectomy.” She mouthed the word, lovingly before smiling at her creation one last time.

Hassan’s eyes followed her as she departed the chamber; his heart an ambivalence of love and hatred towards his wife.

Later that afternoon, all of the prisoners and guards of Kirnan prison were summoned to the courtyard. The prisoners were ceremoniously lined up with an armed guard positioned at every one-hundred yards. Only the two guards who had helped Hassan in assembling Anja’s pride and joy in chamber eighteen knew what was about to be announced.

Hassan and Anja stepped into the courtyard. All of the prisoners lowered their heads so as not to behold the woman, which would have resulted in involuntary erections and further frustrations.

Hassan took his position; his wife alongside him and prepared himself for his painful address. He knew that no matter how much he was averse to doing what he was going to do, he simply had no choice. This was the only way by which he could save himself from the perceived joke that he had become.

“Prisoners of Kirnan,” he bellowed. “I have an announcement to make regarding the masturbation rule.”

The prisoners lowered their heads even further and with great concern as to what the announcement was to entail.

“Despite your punishments,” he continued, “you continue to defy the rule.” He paused for a moment in order to collect himself. “It is for this reason, that I am compelled to take more drastic measures against you.” Hassan held his head up high and tried to assert his authority with a demeanour which was powerful and undeniable.

“If there are any prisoners here who have not yet been punished for masturbation, the twenty lash penalty will apply for the first offence.”

The prisoners now knew that something extremely disturbing was coming. Anja braced herself with anticipation as she prepared for her husband to inflict unbelievable anguish upon his prisoners.

“The second offence,” he announced, “will be punishable by fifty lashes and a thirty day period of half rations.” The prisoners gasped at the thought of the penalty. Most had received the twenty strokes and it had always been a disabling ordeal, but fifty lashes? – followed by a month of virtual starvation? And all for what? Masturbation?

It was madness.

Hassan braced himself for his most shocking revelation to the prisoners. Anja’s vulva was already beginning to secrete lubrication.

“The third offence,” said Hassan, “will result in a new and final punishment.” There was a silence, accompanied by an aura of dread. “For the third offence of masturbation…….you will lose your manhood!” There were gasps of shock and horror at the final announcement. The guards themselves were horrified by the revelation. Hassan continued. “We have a new apparatus for this purpose.” He managed to continue and maintain his authoritive no-nonsense tone of voice. “My wife has named it The Devil’s Jaw. Many of you have already been caught more than three times and for that reason, I will sentence any man who has been caught twice or more to the Devil’s Jaw upon their next attempt.” He decided upon a conclusion which was a little well-wishing than the announcement itself: “but I hope that none of you ever experience its teeth.” Anja looked at him with a glace of anger as she sensed his weakness becoming apparent, again and Hassan noted her displeasure. For this reason he decided to neutralize his last statement with a final strike: “…but you brought all of this on, yourselves.” With that he departed the courtyard with his wife in tow.

The guards rounded up fifty percent of the prisoners and ushered them back into the jail whilst the others remained in the courtyard under supervision.

The prisoners struggled as they fought to cope with the idea that now they truly had no choice but to suffer the intolerable anguish of complete sexual denial. No relief; no outlet; just the torturous ordeal of enduring the passions which were to be inflicted upon them by their own bodies.

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As the following few weeks came and went, the new penalty appeared to be working as not one single incident of masturbation had been reported. Hassan suspected that perhaps the guards were deliberately avoiding reporting prisoners who were caught in the act and although he applauded their treachery on one level, on another, his credibility and authority was threatened by it. As a consequence, he called Huseyin into his office for a serious discussion.

“Are you trying to tell me that not one prisoner has done it in three weeks?” Hassan’s voice was an audible display of disbelief as he stood face to face with the younger man.

“That is what I am telling you sir,” replied Huseyin. “The men are absolutely terrified of what will happen to them if they do.” Hassan searched Huseyin’s eyes for signs that he might be lying to him but he simply couldn’t be sure.

“Alright,” said Hassan with acceptance. “But you hear me well; if I learn that you or any other guard has been “looking the other way” – I will see to it that you or they are out. Is that clear?”

“Y-yes, sir,” replied Huseyin, nervously.

“Get back to work,” he commanded. Huseyin turned and marched out of the office.

Huseyin had discussed his conversation with Hassan with the other guards and their collective fear had inspired them to follow the rules more rigidly. Within three days, the first victim was identified and reported to Hassan.

He was a thirty-five year old man who was serving thirty years for one count of rape and three counts of theft. His name was Sebahattin and was not a particularly attractive man. He was very lean, with sunken eyes and unkempt black hair.

With his hands quivering upon receiving the report, Hassan immediately departed the prison and drove back to Stanmir, to the establishment of Madam Havva.

On this occasion he was greeted by another female, a younger and slightly more attractive whore than Havva. “May I help you, sir?” she asked.

“I wish to speak with Madam Havva,” he replied.

“Certainly,” she replied sweetly. “I will get her for you.”

Hassan waited whilst the young girl knocked on Madam Havva’s office door. After a few moments, the older woman opened the door to see Hassan standing behind the girl. “Mr Sezer,” she greeted him cheerfully. “What a pleasure.”

“Not for me,” he threw back at her. “I have need of your services.”

Havva nodded and stepped back into her office. “Please come in,” she invited him. Hassan followed her and stood before her after he had closed the door behind them. Havva looked away from him as she spoke. “I should take this first one,” she said. “Once I know what this will entail, I will be able to guide my girls as to what to do.”

“Very well,” agreed Hassan coldly. “I have need of you, now.”

Havva turned to him and nodded without speaking. She walked out of her office with him and approached the young woman who had first greeted him. “Ece,” said Havva, “I will be with Mr Sezer for the afternoon. You will take care of business until I return.”

“Yes, ma’am,” replied the young girl. Hassan and her employer departed.

Hassan drove Havva to the prison and ceremoniously escorted her secretly through a side entrance where she would not be seen and into his office. She took a seat and waited as he stepped out for a few moments to find Huseyin.

He ultimately discovered him in the courtyard and at the moment that Huseyin had caught his eye, he nodded to him gravely before turning and disappearing back into the prison. Huseyin sheepishly made his way across the courtyard and back into the prison also, where he proceeded to recruit two subordinate guards to assist in preparing Sebahattin for his terrible fate.

Hassan stepped into his office again to find Havva where he had left her. “Now, my dear,” he said, “this will not be pleasant for you.”

“I think that I can cope,” she replied without emotion.

“He is likely to scream and plead for mercy as you …..do your work!”

“I honestly don’t care sir,” she replied calmly.

What is happening to women these days? Hassan asked in his mind. Are they all evil demons?

“Very well,” he replied. “It shouldn’t be too long now, perhaps twenty minutes.” Hassan pulled open a drawer and drew out a long blond wig and eye mask which he handed to Havva, along with a black cape.

“You will wear this for you own protection and the cape should be draped around you until you reach the place of sentence. You will then discard the cape and begin to arouse the prisoner.”

“Yes, sir,” she agreed.

“I will leave you to it while I go to collect my wife.” Hassan stood up and left the office.

Havva began to strip naked in preparation for her task.

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Sebahattin hung naked and chained to the ceiling of chamber eighteen in a typical flogging position right next to the Devil’s Jaw apparatus. He noticed it immediately as he was brought in, shivering with terror at Huseyin’s gunpoint. He was breathing rapidly; his eyes wide with absolute terror as he hung in his chains. Huseyin and another armed guard stood at either side of him as Hassan and Anja entered the room. They both took their positions at the bottom of the room next to the entrance. Hassan’s face was far from a picture of joy unlike his wife whose eyes were the vision of ecstasy.

Sebahattin seized his one final chance for hope; that perhaps he could appeal to the Governors sense of mercy and persuade him to grant him a pardon. “Please, sir,” cried the man with a voice choked with tears of panic and desperation. “I beg you, please. Don’t do this to me. Please!”

Hassan fought back his own tears as Anja continued to smile with glee at the sound of the man’s agonized anguish.

The door opened and Havva entered, escorted by a guard who merely opened the door for her. He did not enter with her but waited outside as the door closed again. She was attired in the blond wig and black eye mask, with the black cape draped around her. Once inside she nodded an acknowledgment to Hassan and then untied the cape from her neck and allowed it to fall to the ground, revealing her nakedness. She was graced with extremely large breasts and a svelte waistline. The dark and hairy triangle between her legs obscured her labia from view. The two guards looked straight ahead without making a direct gaze at the naked stranger.

Sebahattin sobbed with dread as she approached him. Huseyin, averting his gaze at all times, reached out his hand containing a thick leather cord and Havva took it from him before kneeling before the hapless prisoner.

She began by taking his penis into her hand and began to sensuously stroke it. Despite his long period of sexual denial and seeing a naked woman so close to him, actually touching his penis; his terror and adrenaline anaesthetised the sensation to the extent that he could barely feel her touch.

For long minutes, Havva stroked and caressed his member but to no avail. Finally she decided that fellatio may be her only option. Havva herself was desperate to succeed due to the advantages which had come with this particular contact. With regular engagements, this could have been worth a small fortune to her business.

She slid his flaccid organ between her lips and began to suck him gently at first and then gradually built up the speed and suction of her mouth. After five minutes she began to sense the first stirrings of tumescence.

Sebahattin groaned with a combination of distress and delight as the stimulating sensation of the whore’s mouth began to slowly cloud his mind. Havva seized the moment and began to masturbate him vigorously with her lips and tongue. Within minutes, from that point on, his shaft began to thicken and swell in her mouth. His groans were becoming even more sensual with the panic and distress giving way to the relaxing sensation of fellatio.

By the time she had been stimulating him for twenty minutes, Havva knew that she had a robust and throbbing piece of flesh in her mouth which felt as though it may be as hard as iron. She kept on sucking him for just a little while longer before withdrawing and quickly snaking the leather cord around the base his saliva coated shaft, just below his pubic hair. She bound it tightly and knotted it; the discomfort of which caused him to wince. “He is ready!” she announced.

The two guards unshackled Sebahattin and reluctantly pressed their guns into his back, guiding him over to The Devil’s Jaw. As he was edged towards the terrible creation, the horror of his situation returned to his mind and he began to panic again. “No! No! No!” he pleaded. “Don’t do it. Don’t do it. I beg you.”

As they drew him to the point where his penis was close to the hole, Huseyin nodded to Havva who stepped over and gripped the prisoner’s organ. She guided it into through the hole. Immediately, Huseyin and the other guard grabbed his wrists and secured them into the shackles at the sides of the apparatus. With Havva now holding his penis through the other side of the hole, Huseyin snaked the leather belt around Sebahattin’s buttocks and pulled the end of the strap tightly through a large buckle on the right hand side of the frame and secured it into place by means of a large peg.

The two guards stood back and Havva released the prisoner’s organ before stepping back to the end of the room. She noticed Anja’s rapid breathing and excited eyes. Hassan raised his right arm and Huseyin took up his position with his hand resting upon the fateful lever.

“I beg you, Governor,” pleaded Sebahattin. “Please don’t do this. Please!” The tears of terror fell from the man’s eyes, but Hassan merely kept his eyes downwards so as to avoid looking into the eyes of the victim. Havva looked on with total complacency. Anja watched intently as her heavy breathing was elevated to something more in line with convulsion.

Huseyin kept his eyes fixed on Hassan’s raised arm which suddenly fell. With that sign, the young guard pressed down on the lever to the agonized cries of horror from the prisoner. “No! No! Nooooooooooo!” he screamed as the blades circled his organ, approximately one quarter of an inch below the leather cord. His penis literally fell away into a basket below as the blood from the severed organ spurted in every direction.

Anja crouched over in a literal convulsion; her breathing laboured and coming in short bursts and gasps. Hassan looked over, partly concerned and partly hoping that she was dying. “What’s wrong,” he asked sternly.

Anja composed herself and stood upright again. “My apologies dear,” she replied. “I think that I just had a stomach cramp, but it has passed.” The truth was that as the prisoner screamed his last appeal for his precious manhood, Anja had experienced a multiple orgasm without any direct stimulation. She had climaxed in unison with the demise of the victim’s appendage.

The room was silent as the two guards released Sebahattin. His limp form was carried away to the prison’s dreadful excuse for a medical infirmary.

Hassan, Anja and Havva departed together in silence.