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After I moved into my new apartment building I wandered around the neighborhood just to get a feel for the place. The only bad thing about the whole community was the house across the street, a large creepy looking mansion that was run down and in major need of repairs. My building manager told me that an old eccentric woman lived there named Mrs. Witherstone. Eventually, by chance, I got to meet her. She was old and feeble with deep cutting wrinkles on her face. I tried to make conversa-tion but was rebuffed for my effort. She quickly left and I didn’t see her for weeks. She never seemed to get any visitors and only on rare occasions did she venture out. A few weeks later my girlfriend Cindy told me that she bumped into my neighbor and felt sorry for her. I told her that her name was Mrs. Witherstone and she wasn’t very nice for an old lady. But Cindy suggested that we try to be nice and neighborly by taking her some food. So we got some things together and walked over to her house. We knocked and waited but no one came to the door, so we started to walk away. Then the huge rickety door opened and Mrs. Witherstone stood there looking mean and angry. She shouted at us to go away and I was ready to go, but Cindy started to talk to her and begged her to take what we had brought. Reluctantly, Mrs. Witherstone obliged us and took the food. Just as quickly she slammed the door. We returned home and talked about Mrs. Witherstone’s behavior. A few weeks later a gorgeous woman knocked on my door and thanked me for being so kind to her mother, Mrs. Witherstone. This woman had a body to kill for, with ample breasts and succulent lips. I couldn’t concentrate on what I was saying and babbled on about it really being nothing. But she was truly grateful and to show her generosity, she invited Cindy and I to dinner at her mom’s house. Without any hesi-tation I told her we’d come, she said, great! Tomorrow at 7, see you then! After she left I called Cindy and told her about my visitor. Cindy said, “See, I told you that if we were nice good things would come of it!” I said, “Well, I guess you were right.” She said I’ll see you at 7, and she hung up. The day couldn’t go fast enough for me. I had visions of the beautiful visitor running through my head. It was as if I was possessed. I fantasized about her and daydreamed about being in bed with her. Finally I got home and prepared for the evening. Cindy showed up a few minutes early and we walked over to Mrs. Witherstone’s house. My gorgeous visitor opened the door and invited us in. The house was incredible, it was old and musty smelling, with cob webs covering most things. The rooms were dimly lit, Cindy and I looked at each other and for the first time, I could see fear in her eyes. My gorgeous lady asked us to sit down and when we did, you could see puffs of dust fly up from the cushions. Then the gorgeous woman offered us tea, which we hesitated to take, but did out of courtesy. The tea smelled wonderful and looked all right so Cindy and I sipped it. A few moments later Cindy passed out and when I reached for her, I blacked out myself. When I woke up, Cindy and I were strapped to a table side by side, completely nude. She was still out cold, so I yelled out, what’s going on? That’s when my gorgeous mystery lady came into the room and introduced herself. She said, “I’m glad your awake! She said I’ve got so much to tell you. Let me start with who I am. My name is Monique the Grand! I was born in 1108 in what’s today called Luxembourg. I was taken from my cradle by a witch and became one myself. However, to maintain my youth and to prevent death, I’ve got to make a special witches brew once every year. The old lady you saw and know as Mrs. Witherstone was/is me, I drank the last of my brew yesterday and became young again, but it’ll only last for a few weeks. I need to make a new batch and you’re going to help me. But first I’m going to inject you and your girlfriend with another special potion. The recipe came from a witch hundreds of years older then me. It’s made mostly from lizard tails, but it’s actually scientific. For years humanity has longed for the ability to regrow lost limbs that were hacked off in battle or to regrow severed nerve endings in the spinal cord so that the lame might walk again. But we witches have had the answer for centuries, only we have another special reason for using it. After you and your girlfriend are injected with it, any part of your body that’s cut off, will actually regrow. If you lose a hand, you’ll grow a new one. If you lose and eye, you’ll develop a new one. If someone cuts off your penis and testicles to use in another special potion, you’ll grow a new one in just a few weeks. It’s really great! At this point Monique took out a rather large hypodermic needle, tilted it into a large bowl and filled it with a strange brown liquid. She injected Cindy first. Cindy started to squirm and convulse, but Monique just hummed a doleful song, filled up the same needle and injected me with it. I began to feel warm immediately and then a burning sensation seemed to rush through every part of my body. It was as if my cells were popping like a carbonated soda inside of me. I couldn’t do anything but lay there and endure it. Finally, after what seemed like hours, it stopped. Monique was hovering over me and chanting, when she saw that I was looking up at her she clapped and left the room. Cindy then yelled for me and I tried to calm her and explain our predica-ment. What’s next she whispered, “I don’t know, I said, but try to stay calm.” That’s when Monique reappeared. She saw that Cindy was awake and gleefully danced around her table. She said, “Now I can finish my youth potion!” You and your boyfriend will supply me with all that I need and I’ll have a lasting supply! The youth potion requires one penis, two testicles, one clitoris, and both inner labia’s. I’ll cut these off of you, dice them up and add them to the pot! But don’t worry, they’ll grow back. You’ve been injected with the Lizard potion and so everything I cut off will grow back, just as long as I leave a small stub. Cindy screamed and yelled, we both tried to get free, but Monique came over and injected us both with something that calmed us down, so much so that we both didn’t care what happened to us. Monique propped up our tables and moved them so that Cindy and I were facing each other. Then Monique went to work. She moved over to Cindy’s table and unlatched a clasp at the end of it; she forced the table open with both hands, spreading a part Cindy's beautiful legs. Monique now had easy access to her vagina. She scrapped the hairs away roughly and when she was satisfied, she rubbed a dark solution all over Cindy's labia and clitoris. Excitement filled Moniques eyes and slowly she picked up a small shiny knife. Cindy and I watched intently. Monique rubbed Cindy’s protruding clit and got it to stand up, something that even I had trouble getting it to do. Then she pinched it with some wire tongs and stretched it out and with the other hand she picked up the knife and placed it against Cindy’s clit. Cindy screamed and wriggled with all her might, but to no avail. Then Monique moved to the side of the table, looked at me and with a wicked grin, and pulled Cindy’s clit out away from her, further then it had ever been before. Cindy screamed from the pain, and that’s when Monique slowly and carefully moved the knife back and forth. Blood began to ooze and trickle down the sides of Cindy’s crotch and then the stretched clit snapped free. Cindy’s clit was now rested in the wire tongs and Monique danced around the table and then she put it to her lips and kissed it. She brought it up to my lips and made me kiss it. Then she placed it on the table and expertly diced it up with her knife. She moved the diced up clit over to the edge of the table with the knife and it fell into her hand. Then she gleefully threw it into the boiling pot. I have to admit it was exhilarating and sickening to me at the same time. Cindy was wide eyed and shocked, but she seemed oblivious to the physical and emotional pain of having her clit cut off. Then Monique opened Cindy’s cunt. I couldn’t see everything, but then Monique turned around to see if I was watching, again she moved to the outside of the table so I could watch, and as I watched she took hold of Cindy left inner labia and ever so slowly cut it off. She put it on the table and then took hold of Cindy’s right inner labia and slowly cut it off as well. Monique excitedly minced Cindy’s labia’s and picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. She then put the rest in the pot. I couldn’t believe it. Poor Cindy, poor me. Just as quickly Monique moved over to me. She reached down and kissed the head of my penis. Then she picked up the knife and brought it to my lips! She said your penis is my penis, it will give me life! Monique seemed to take greater pleasure and more time with me. I had a huge erection and as I suspected, Monique couldn’t resist. There in front of my sexless girlfriend Cindy, Monique mounted me and ordered me to come. She ground herself down and then I felt something totally unexpected. Her vagina sucked me as if she was sucking me with her mouth. Monique got off of me and sat with her vagina facing my penis. Then with an evil grin she bent my penis towards her and all of a sudden her vagina opened up and said, “I’m going to have you and eat you,” and with that her vagina licked its lips with the longest tongue I’ve ever seen and sucked in my dick. I couldn’t contain myself and shot my load. After I recovered, Monique asked me if I’d ever had a vagina do that before and I said never. That’s when it happened! Now that my penis was soft, Monique took hold of it with her one hand and the knife in the other, slowly she started to cut through my penis at the base. She moved out of the way so that Cindy could watch and the she began to laugh! My penis started to bleed, but Monique didn’t stop, she kept on sawing through it. I could see the ligaments and felt the blood running down my thighs, and then it was over. My penis was in her hands, she dangled it from her lips and kissed it, she brought it up to Cindy and made her suck it. Then she brought it up to me and rubbed it on my face! Next, she told us both to watch, and Monique squeezed my penis and we watched all the blood gush out. When she was satisfied, she opened her hand and a shriveled looking piece of flesh was all that was left of my once proud penis. Monique noticed my saddness and told me, “Don’t be sad, you’re going to grow a nice new one!” Then she put it down on the table and diced it up. She picked up a small piece and put it her mouth saying, “Wonderful, wonderful.” Then she threw the rest in the pot. She stood there stirring up this mixture and I looked down to see my bloody stump. I sure hoped that Monique was right, I hoped it would grow back, but I didn’t believe her. That’s when she came back and said, “Now for these!” And she grabbed my balls. I was still in that state of mind where I didn’t care, in fact, I was more curious then scared. Monique picked up her knife and said to me, “I’ve got to cut your balls off where the cords are attached. I’ve got to leave a small portion of them so that they’ll regrow. I don’t need your scrotum for the potion, but I’m going to use it to finish my gown. For years I’ve been making a patchwork gown made completely out of male scrotums! I’m not sure if yours is big enough to finish it, but we’ll see. And with that Monique took her knife and very slowly began to puncture and cut away my scrotum. It was surreal to me, since I was propped up I could see everything. She was happy and she talked to it, and then she pulled it away from me. I could feel my testicles dangling free and Monique was mesmerized by them. She held my scrotum in her one hand and with the other she felt and squeezed my balls. She soon let go and brought my scrotum up to my face. She said isn’t it soft! Isn’t it wonderfully wonderful! It’s mine now, it was yours but I’ve removed it from you. I cut it off! Your manhood is mine! Then she let out a wicked yell and laughed and laughed. She showed it off to Cindy and then hooked it on a nail protruding from Cindy’s table. Then Monique placed a cutting board under my dangling testicles and placed them and the board across my legs. She took a two pronged fork and stuck it into my right ball, that hurt and I screamed in pain. Monique just smiled! She pulled the impaled ball toward her and stretched the cord as far as it would go. Then she stuck her knife in the boiling water and quickly began to saw through my testicle. She left the top half attached to the cord, but the majority was stuck in the fork. She lifted it up and danced around with it, admiring it! Then just as quickly she put it on the table and diced it up! She took a piece and placed it into her mouth, the rest she threw into the pot. At this point the effect of the injection she had given to me started to wear off. I began to struggle and yell at her, but Monique didn’t care. She had one testicle to go! Again she took her fork, but before she impaled my remaining ball, she looked at me to make sure I was watching. She lifted the fork high and plunged it sadistically into my testicle. I screamed, but Monique just pulled it away from my body, like she pulled Cindy’s clit away from her. She took her knife and slowly sawed through the soft flesh, strange white looking things began to ooze out. Then the cord seemed to snap back, she had castrated me. Finally she lifted it up in the air and brought it to my face! She danced around saying, “I’ve emasculated and castrated another man!” After a few minutes she diced up that testicle and threw it into the pot. Monique dabbed my bloody remains with some type of solution and she wheeled Cindy and I into a dark but warm room. She must have gassed us or injected us with some type of knock out gas, because when we awoke we were lying side by side unshackled, though nude. Cindy and I couldn’t help but examine our injuries. She was extremely sympathetic and blamed herself for our predicament. Look at you, I’ve caused you to lose everything. You’re not only castrated, your penis is gone, and you will never have sex again. I comforted her and told her that she had lost a lot too. But then we put aside our sadness and began to look for a way to escape. It was useless. We were trapped in this huge room, there was a bathroom complete with shower and toilet, but nothing else but our bedding. Monique fed us through a small doorway, and played orchestra type music all day. Soon we lost track of time and we started to lose hope. But a few weeks later, Cindy noticed that my genitals seemed to be regrowing. Sure enough, I had a stump of a penis and skin had grown over where my scrotum once was. I could even feel two small orbs underneath. Monique was right, my genitals were regrowing. At this Cindy examined herself and said that she believed that her clitoris had grown back. She laid down and I took a closer look. Sure enough, Cindy had a new clitoris, right where the old one had been. Even her inner labia had grown back. We suspected that since she had lost less then me; her smaller clit and labia grew back sooner then mine. For the first time in a long time, we both had something to smile about. Cindy told me that she wanted to see if they worked, so I started to play with her and though I couldn’t penetrate her, she was able to get excited. Her little clit sprang to life, and it was a lot bigger then her old one. Cindy looked at it and felt it, and then I sucked on it and it grew even larger. Cindy seemed to have a two inch erect clit, and it was thick. I greedily went to work on it and that was the mistake. Monique must have heard Cindy scream from her orgasm and that’s when the door opened. There alongside of her were two hideous dwarflike creatures. They scared us something awful. Cindy and I recoiled back to the deepest part of the room. Monique came in and began to talk to us in the nicest and sweetest voice. She told us that we belonged to her and that we would satisfy her needs and her needs only. From time to time we would give up our genitals so that she could make her youth potion. But that in between she would require our services. She had big plans for us!
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