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She came in through the door that lead directly from the garage to the kitchen. She stopped to take a indifferent look into the refrigerator. Nothing looked very interesting or enticing, she closed the door. She had just come form visiting a friend, she was dressed in a tank top and blue jeans. She caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection from the frig's chrome handle. Her round full face was a stark white in contrast to the thick nest of auburn hair that outlined it. The whiteness of her shoulders was only interrupted by the blue material of her tank top. Her upper arms seemed a little large for the rest of her body. Even in the reflection from the handle she could see where her the hair from her armpits shot out in every direction and was visible from the front as it sprouted from her underarm. She eyed her form, it was getting a little too soft, she needed to work out more, but hanging out at the gym, with all those over made up, hair teased, perfume ad, cock sucking bimbos was not her idea of a good time. But she might have to do it any way she thought as she turned to the side and looked at her outline, her braless boobs sagged down almost to where the curve of her swelling mid section started. She wasn't fat, not yet any way. As she came through the opening that led to the living room, she stopped and gasped. He stood about five feet away from her, completely naked and wild eyed. Before she had a chance to think, he lunged at her. He grabbed her by a fleshy upper arm and her opposite shoulder, and he pulled and twisted her, tossing her violently to the floor. She rolled to her back to get to her feet and leaped on to her. She was on her hands and knee's and his weight was on her back, he reached around and grabbed at her loose fleshy bosoms. She tried to shake him off, but his grip was tight. She collapsed under his weight, his arms were pinned under her soft body. He gripped her tightly and rolled to his back, pulling her up on to of his chest. One hand gripped at her bosoms while the other grabbed at her stomach. "now you better lay still" he grunted "and just take it, 'cause I'm going to give it to you good, I'm gonna take your cunt you bitch, I'm gonna take your fucking cunt" As she lay on her back on top of him, she lifted her right heel and quickly SLAMMED it down into his groin! "aaagGGRR!" he cried out in pain. "oouu, you dumb bitch!, don't struggle you fat bitch" her response, was another heel to the groin, this time she arched her back and tried to put her body behind the force of the blow. "oooHHGGAGAGARRRRrreee!" he yelled as her hard heel smashed down into his crotch. He turned to his left and dumped her off, he curled his body and his hands went to his groin. She scrambled to her knee's breathing hard. As she turned away from him and went to her feet her reached out and grabbed her ankle. "Let me go" she yelled, "just let me go and get the hell out of here" she spat at him. "No way..uh...you're going to get raped you bitch" he gasped. He had both hands on her left ankle and she spun towards him and kicked him in the face as he lay there. His head jerked back and he had quite an expression of surprise on his face as he rebounded from the blow. She swung her right leg back again and this time he quickly put his hands up to cover his face, but instead of kicking him she stepped through and stomped down hard on his chest. "Gaaaaghhh" he cried out and tried to gasp for air. He rolled away from her, she knew her large powerful legs would be her best weapon against him and she kicked him hard in the back down low near the kidneys. He yelled out, and rolled more. He grabbed at a chair and spring to his feet. She was startled by his quickness and stepped back. He spun and lunged at her, he threw both his hands to her chest, pushing her backwards and clutching at her flaccid bosoms as he did. She waited for her moment to counter attack, she couldn't do it while back pedaling very well so there was no sense in trying. It came as her back hit against the wall. As it did his body came at hers and she instantly heaved her strong right knee up and into his on rushing groin! The impact was forceful and he coughed out "oooOOAGGAGAEEARAEE!R!!" and fell to his knee's. But his sex crazed breast fixation still lingered, as he was on his knee's with both hands still up on to her chest one at each loose fleshy breast. She clasped her hands on top of his and rubbed them on her boobs to keep him from moving and then she shot out a hard kick with her right foot up into his groin. His body jumped and he groaned as her blow landed, he tried to pull his hands away put she gripped them at her chest. In his weakened condition he couldn't pull his hands away right away and she pulled up on them pulling them up towards her face, straightening his body out as he tried to resist, he pulled his knee's together but he couldn't protect himself as she fired in another solid kick! This one smacked him with a loud sound right in the balls "gggGgGGAAAAAoooooAA!!" he cried out. He hunched forward, his body going limp, his head hung between his arms as she still held his hands up and she lifted her knee and slammed it into his face. He cried out and she pushed his hands away from her and stepped forward. He fell backwards and she flopped on top of him, coming down hard against him with a swack. The air rushed from his lungs and he gasped for breath, She held his hands as he tried to put them to her face, she opened her mouth wide and guided them in and bit down hard! A look of shock took over his face below her, she had three fingers from each of his hands firmly in her clench. She let go with her hands and shoved her hands between them down towards his waist. He struggled to pull his hands free but her strong jaw muscles made that impossible. His look turned to panic as he felt her fingers running against his hips and in toward her target. She was an overweight white pig and he never even got her shirt up to get a glimpse of her tits, and here she had him pinned, her weight on him, his hands trapped, he was going crazy, he had planned to rape her, to enjoy a good hard fuck, to punish her, to force his sexuality on her, he had dreamed of the moment for a long time, to lay on top of her husky naked white body and give it to her any way he wanted, and watch her suffer under him, but now she had the tables turned so quickly! He was so mad, that fat fully clothed woman had right where she wanted him. She ran her hands to his groin, he pulled his legs tightly together, but that couldn't stop her. He gave a grunt and pull on his hands, but she bit down hard, and then she dug her fingers aiwain legs down into his groin. He winced as he felt the pressure against his balls as she shoved her fingers in hard and manoeuvered them. He rocked from side to side with what strength he had left to try and keep her off balance, and she struggled to get a grip on him, but finally she had it, her right hand had a good grip of his testicle's. He shook his head from side to side and muttered, "no, no" and then she parted her lips into a sly smile and squeezed! "aaaaggGgAEEAERARARRAEARERA!!!!" he yelled as she compressed his testicle's in her strong grip. His head flailed about, he arched his back and tried to shake her off but she just kept squeezing. The pain in his groin was tremendous, as she squeezed and squeezed and squeezed his sensitive glands. His face was covered in sweat, his energy was fading. Finally she let up on her grip. He breathed again, his stomach was still tight, he was still trying to pull his legs up, but it was hopeless against all her weight that laid on them. He just tried to breath, she moved down his body a little, her pelvis against his knee's, her chin on his abdomen. He felt her grappling with her hands, he tried to move his waist, but he couldn't. He felt her moving her finger about every move brought a flash of pain against his sore balls. He looked down at her arched her back and raised her head. His hands were bloody where she was biting into his fingers. Between his arms and below her elevated chin, he could she down the opening of her tank top and got a good view of her cleavage. He looked down at her fat milk white breast's as they were smashed against his belt line, god he wanted to control her, he wanted to grab those flabby white breasts and squeeze and bite them and then suddenly he felt it in all her moving about she had succeed it getting both hands on his sack and now she gripped one testicle in each hand. Tears ran from his eyes, he shouted out with what energy he had, "no, no, please" then she pushed his balls against each other she had each one between a thumb and two other fingers, and then with a deep breath she pinched them hard. His head rolled back and he roared in pain, "ggggAAUAUAAFAFFAEEEEeeeEEEEEEEeeeEEEE!!" as she compressed his male sex glands. He thrashed his head from side to side screaming, but there was nothing her could do, she was in complete control of him. His body shuddered and his legs finally opened and she used that opportunity to push down hard, pulling his balls away from his groin, stretching out his scrotum! He screamed and coughed and his lips turned blue, his face was red. She got up on her arms and used her weight to stretch them to the floor between his legs, he felt for sure that they were about to be ripped off. She lifted herself up on her arms, he had a great view of her fat boobs hanging down inside her tank top, but he couldn't enjoy it. She grunted and pressed her weight down on her thumbs and pressed them right on top of his captive testicle's! Her meaty upper arms flexed and the entire weight of her upper body pressed down on his balls, she could feel them deforming under the pressure, she thought that they might rupture any second, he screamed and shook and then was silent, he had passed out. When he awoke He was bound and now exposed to her, she knelt on the floor between his open legs, she looked into his eyes as she held a knife in her right hand. "no, please" he quivered, "don't do it. Don't take my testicle's, please, oh please don't take those from me. I'll do anything you want. ANYTHING!, oh god just don't take them from me" "shut up!" she spat back with an angry look on her scowling face "shut up, you make me sick. I'm going to do it and I'm going to enjoy doing it" "No, you can't mean that, for god's sake don't cut me! Please don't do it." "You're going to get just what you deserve, you scum. You're going to get what every man deserves if he messes with me!" And with that she moved closer putting her knee's on his side of the bar that bound his spread legs, and she lowered the knife to his groin, holding the tip of it against his scrotum as she looked down at it. He tried to squirm away but he was totally bound, hand and foot, and helpless. "NO! oh god, no, don't do it, no please, what do you want?" he cried. "I want to watch you suffer like you tried to make me suffer" "-no NO!, not like that, we can work it out!" "WE are not going to work anything out, YOU are going to be punished" and she punctuated her statement with jabs from her knife. "but not like this, damn you. Please not like this". "What's the matter" she asked "are you afraid of me now? Now that you're tied up and I have the knife. Now that you can't move, and I can just cut off your disgusting balls" "no, oh god, no, please don't do it" he sobbed, "Don't do what!?" she yelled at him, "go ahead and say it, I want to hear you say it. What is it you don't want me to do to you. say it, say it!" she spat at him "oh god" he cried "you know what it is" "I want to hear you beg, I want to hear you say it" she demanded. "oh Melissa please don't do it-" "Don't DO WHAT!!" she screamed, as she pushed the knife harder up against him. "don't castrate me!, god Melissa please don't castrate me, ohooo" he began to sob. "Stop that, you pathetic pig. You didn't care when I begged you to stop, so why should I. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of performing a nice slow painful castration on you, and now I finally have my chance. I get to dissect you piece by painful piece. And there's nothing you can do about it" "NO, no Melissa, don't! please, I'll do anything you want, I'll do anything!!" With that she looked up at his face, and lifted the knife and used as a pointer, pointing it at his face to punctuate her speech "All I want you to do is suffer. Suffer like women have for thousands of years at the hands of uncaring and barbaric men. Men that have used women's bodies and then just cast them aside, discarded them, like broken toys. Suffer as women all over the world are suffering now because of the inhumane actions of men, day after day, year after year, and the world sits idly by and does nothing to stop it. And suffer like I suffered, from your primitive sexual urges which you didn't control. If all the females of the world can endure such suffering, then why can't one man just suffer at the hands of a woman for a few hours, is that so bad. What's wrong with one lousy male having his masculinity forcibly taken from him by an uncaring woman, one male being emasculated by an angry female. That's not so much to ask, hell that's not even a drop in the bucket compared to what men are doing to woman every day." "But I didn't make all those women suffer, I-" "-ah, but you forced your sexuality on me, and besides, it doesn't matter at all who you are, or what you did. The male that terrorizes females across the earth is faceless. He could be anyone, from a total stranger to a close family relation, there's no way of knowing, it's omnipresent, it's constant danger from all sides. And there's no telling who the man's next victim will be: a child, an old woman, a girl in a wheel chair, who knows, you don't earn your way into becoming a victim of male terrorism, you just happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and his anger turns on you, without reason or logic. So it makes no difference which male is made to suffer, you just further justified yourself to be a recipient of pure female terrorism, by attempting to violate a woman's body. But as you can see, you might as well have been just a man off the street, just a simple man, minding his own business, if it makes no difference who the female victim is, then wy should it matter which male is chosen to be brutally and inhumanely emasculated. Men must be made to know what it is like, not to know what might happen to you, to be afraid, to know that at any minute you might be attacked, by any woman: your wife, a stranger, your female family members, with out warning. Only if men must face the daily reality of this environment of fear, will there be positive and substantial efforts to end it. Nothing is going to happen until men are forced to deal with the fact that every day hundreds of there fellow men are being snatched off the street and gelded by vicious women, and when in broad day light on the street, gangs of sadistic women are routinely and randomly just grabbing men, ripping their pants off and violently castrating them right there on the spot and without mercy in public, then and only then will they do something about sexual violence. It will have to forced upon them. And one thing for sure. Nothing can be accomplished until we as women start, if you don't start you can't get anywhere. And all great movements started out with small individual acts, I am going to start with you!" "You're crazy, killing me won't change a thing!" "No! What won't change a thing is if I just do nothing, if I just ignore the situation and wait to become a victim, THAT won't change a thing!. I intend to make a change, to do what I can to change the conditions of life for a female in this world. And besides, I am not going to kill you. That would be far too humane, and hardly serve the purpose that's desperately needed. NO, I;m going to use you as a victim, just as men use women as victims to spread fear and terror. They use them to create a climate of fear and turn normal well adjusted women into submissive, by instilling in them the subconscious fear that any man my attack them at any time and in fact society says he's allowed to do so. This takes them from the equal footing that they were born with, when dealing with a man, and mentally beats them into accepting that they are in an inferior position in this situation. That's how men make women submit more easily, by using the millions of victims that they have created to spread this mind set and horror. It will continue to spread, indeed it is somewhat self propagating, until the tide can turn. Until women can strike back and take back what was supposed to be given to them at birth: equality. It's been going on for thousands of years, it's gotten so violent and so accepted that obviously drastic action is needed. But even with that I'm not advocating anything worse that what we've been receiving: indiscriminate sexual violence" "no, no, you're wrong" he countered," You're condoning much worse punishment upon men, you want to be crueler to the man than he is to the woman, that makes you just as bad, just as wrong, in fact it makes you worse." "Worse, HA!" she laughed, "how many thousand women were tortured, mutilated and murdered in the this country last year, how many thousands of girls are burned to death in India each year, just because their husband's didn't like the dowery that they received. And all I'm taking about is simple castration, the taking of a man's testicles, the things that screw up most men anyway. Hell, we'll be doing them a favor for god's sake, we'll be doing the world a favor, have a calmer world, we'll have a better world. Would you rather be soaked with kerosene and burned to death or have your ball's removed. Believe me, men are still coming out best in this deal" "How can you possibly say that, you're talking about ruining a man for life" She glared down at him, "Everytime a woman is raped she's ruined for life, you idiot! Now she's totally convinced of her vulnerability and she'll never be the same around men again, ever. She'll always have that fear in the back of her mind when she's around men, especially alone. With what I'm talking about, once it's done, it's done. He will see the female as a powerful force to be dealt with, with respect, but he will not ever fear being castrated again and again for the rest of his life. Women must live with fear of rape forever, but the male can only be gelded the one time. The male victim can lead a far more normal life than the female victim, that must certainly be obvious. I could prove what a positive thing it would be for society if all men were gelded, if I could conduct a large scale experiment. It would be for the good of the world and it should be done. We would take a some what remote city and populate it with men and women, but the difference would be that absolutely every male in the city would be either surgically or chemically castrated. Truck shipments into the city could only be by women or fixed men. Visitors could only be women or fixed men. This would be a free and beautiful society. So many of societies ills will have been wiped out. You have no idea how good the over all 'feeling' would be, what a great mental state the average person in this place would be in. Fear would be greatly reduced in both sexes. Women would be for the first time truly free to flourish and achieve their potential, which is so terribly stifled now. Huge portions of the mind, in both sexes, that are now being wasted on fearful or aggressive thoughts, would be liberated to tackle life's more important problems. Great things would come of it. The men there would be hailed by the women as courageous heros for taking part in such a bold and utopian experiment. They would have praise heaped upon them and they would indeed be loved. I could prove all of these things and help create a better world, if only I could conduct that one experiment on a grand enough scale for the results to be meaningful." "You're crazy, no man would every go for that" "Don't be so sure. After all, I'm not talking about shunning men, they would be an important part of this society, they would feel love, they would have relationships. They would not simply be used as beasts of burden as women are used all over this world. And after other men hear the reports for the first pioneering men that live in such a place, after other men hear what a extraordinary place and life style it is, then they will follow. Hell, there's plenty of men now, that would give anything to be free from the violence and degradation of their current surroundings. Just getting it started that's the problem. Female volunteers would be no problem, but finding enough male volunteers, that would indeed be hard at first. And everyone who enters such a community would have do so willingly and with an open mind and positive outlook. It is interesting, though, to fantasize what it would be like to capture two or three hundred men and take them to such a place. Cage them up like animals and then tell them, we've got good news and bad news. the good news is that you'll all be living in a community where women out number men two to one, clothing is optional and lifestyle completely up to the individual. The bad news is that you're all going to be emasculated before you get there. I'd love to be the one to tell them that. Yes, emasculation is the word for it. Each volunteer would have to agree to have an all female staff perform the necessary procedures upon him under only simple local anesthesia. It's all apart of the psychological reinforcement of equality. I think it best if each man stood on his own two feet, as opposed to laying down, and his hands were tied up above his head to a chain from the ceiling to support him, in case he felt weak or faint during the procedure. Then two or four strong women would pull his legs apart and a female physician would kneel in front of him with her assistant and then in the case of the purely surgical procedure she would inject him in the scrotum with a local, she'll then take hold of his scrotum and squeeze his testicle's, feeling their shape as he cringes, and then she'll take her scalpel and make a well placed precise incision. Then she would look up at him, look into his eyes and tell him how she's doing this for his own good, and how he's a good man to go through with this and let a female castrate him. Then she'll use her rubber gloved fingers and carefully pull out his testicle's from his open scrotum and clamp and sucher their attachments, and then she'll take her scalpel and with two small movements she'll sever his testicle's and they'll drop into her assistants gloved hands. The castration of a human must be one of the quickest and simplest operations in the world. They'll sew him up and release him, and he'll be free to go. The subconscious impact of being physically held by a number of women, while another woman performs this surgery on him while he looks down at her between his legs, will be such that he will see women as strong: as they held his legs apart, and intelligent: because the doctor is a female and performed the operation with out problem or complication, and somewhat aggressive: as she painfully squeezed his balls before cutting them off, but also compassionate: as she talks to him during the operation and uses anesthesia, and a little submissive: as she performs her duty on her knee's at his feet. All in all a well rounded experience that should make him neither hate nor fear women, but accept them as strong, intelligent, aggressive but compassionate people. In all he should come away from this experience with a new respect for females and he'll treat them as equals with admiration. And he'll be a better person for it, it will be better for him, as he will be more easily able to deal with women with out all of the hang ups that effect the unaltered male. In the case of those who choose chemical castration, the procedure will be much the same, except that instead of using a scalpel on him, the female surgeon with use a hypodermic needle and first she'll make an injection with a long needle through his scrotum all the way up into his prostrate gland, with a chemical that will make him impotent, and then she'll take a different chemical and make the more difficult and painful injections directly into his testicle's. It will be a definite challenge for him to hold still during these excruciating injections. The chemical castration is without a doubt a hundred times more terribly painful than the surgical one. And the worst part of it, is that it will have to be repeated every month. After a few months of that I'm sure any man would choose the surgical route. Not to mention the fact, that if a chemically altered man is accused of a crime, which would be absolutely rare in the society, he'll be forced to endure double doses of this treatment: weekly if it's crime against property and daily if it's a crime against humanity. This is something we wouldn't have to deal with, if all males were surgically castrated, but I know that some men who would be excited to join such a free and compliant society, would be squeamish about under going a full surgical gelding, and reluctant to go through the intensely painful chemical treatments, and I have a solution. When they under go the surgery and the female assistant takes their testicle's away, she'll free dry them and store them, so that at a latter date they have a chance to be reattached, if the male decides to leave the community and wants his sexuality back. Yes, I think that is a wonderful idea, surely a man like you would take the plunge then, wouldn't you?" she asked as she brought the knife down to her waist level and pointed it down towards his exposed groin. "You're crazy, you have got to let me go. You're living in a dream world, lady." "Oh am I!?, what difference is it to you, in a few minutes you'll be fully eligible to join, because I'm going to take this knife and do to you what some woman should of done to you along time ago" "NO!! no god, no don't do it Melissa!" "oh, and lest you think I'm just going to castrate you, well you won't be so lucky, because I am going dissect you piece by bloody piece!" With that she leaned forward on her knees putting her left hand out to steady herself on his hip and lowering the knife to his groin below her, he tried to struggle, "don't do that" she warned "you might not survive the operation if you move about" His ankles were bound to a three foot wide metal bar that held them apart. His hand were cuffed together behind his back and a chain ran from his cuffs to a fixed point on the bar, keeping his arms extended and keeping him from being able to straighten his legs. She altered her grip, and mode her left hand over and grabbed his penis. She gripped it tight to steady herself, she liked how it felt to squeeze this small piece of worthless meet in her hand, and as she did she exposed his unprotected scrotum. "NO, no, OH god, PLEASE!!! noooo" he cried out as she eyed her target. And then with clinched teeth, fire in her eyes, and fury in her movement she slashed her blade across the thin skin of his sack. "ggGGAEAEEAAEEHHoooOO!!!" he hollered as she successfully gashed open his scrotum. He grunted and his body tightened like a knot as he tried to pull his legs together in vain. She looked down into his open wound, she had sliced open a good two inch gash and blood dripped from the wound. He cried out again as he felt the sting, and his muscle's were pulled tight and sweat appeared on his brow. "Well, that's step one you bastard, and now I'm going to finish you like every woman should have a chance to finish the man that offends her" "NO, NO, god no Melissa, you're crazy, please" and with that she lightened her grip on his penis until she just held it up straight, between her thumb and forefinger, up at the top. Then she took her knife and pointed it down and put the tip of her blade to the tip of his penis and said, "I'm going to make you wish that you weren't born a man" ""oh god, please, no ,please, please, god no please!" he yelled and then she looked up at his face, his screaming pleading face, and she smiled, wet her lips with her tongue and SHOVED her blade into the slit on top of his penis. It was like he was hit with an electric shock, he convulsed and shrieked out "ggAAAEAEAEEEEAEAEAE!!" as her blade cut into his sensitive flesh. As he screamed she grunted and pushed down hard and her knife slit the head of his penis open, ripping his little penis slit open all the way across the head of his cock. Blood spurted out from the tear in his male sex organ. She let go with her left hand and straightened her back abit, but she still held the knife as it stuck straight down into his penis. He continued to scream as she looked down at her handy work. It was a grotesque scene. The cold blue steel of her blade disappeared straight into the bloody top of his penis. "ggaaAAAEEeooooo.. ..HHUUARAERRAEEAaaahooOoOOOAEAEAEooouuuuu" he was in total agony as he felt her sharp blade tear through his once proud male sex organ and then as his cries died down, she savagely twisted her blade in his cock, "gggAEAEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" he shrieked, and then just as suddenly she pulled her blade out. He screamed as she did. she looked down at it. His penis was barely recognizable. It was shriveled and covered it blood and she had ripped his little slit into a good half inch opening. Then she reached down with her left hand and pinched the skin of his scrotum just to the left of original incision and put the blade to right where her fist cut ended. "no...no" he grunted through clinched teeth. "Oh yes baby, it's time for me to preform my famous ball sack circumcision, where I cut your entire fucking scrotum off and just let your balls hang there!" "AGHH, no, please just finish me," he said between sobs, "please just do it quick, just cut my balls off, that's what you want isn't it? You want me castrated just cut them off, please." "Oh you fucking scum idiot, you're not getting off so easy, you're going to suffer at the hands of a woman, just as millions of women have suffered from men. And damn it, I'm just the right woman to do it too. I've spent many a night figuring how to make a man suffer a special way so that he knows his suffering is purely caused by the fact that he's a male. I'm going to skin your scrotum and then I'm going to take a cheese grater and grate your fucking testicle's to pieces as you scream in pain" Tears filled his eyes, he was shaking, "no, Melissa please no, you don't want that, just castrate me, that's what you want, you want my balls, just do it. I give you permission, I'll sign papers, I do anything, anything, just please do it humanly" "Shut up you filthy pathetic bastard. Don't try and tell me what I want. You fucking men have been telling women what they want for years; fashions, make up, Barbie doll figures, everything! It's just another male ideal shoved down our throats! This time I am telling you how it works. And I want to watch you suffer as I shred little pieces of your balls off, and I want watch as I slowly rip your testicle's to pieces on device designed for 'woman's' work. Let's see what you think of that, shit when I'm finished with you, you won't have anything left between your legs!" "no, no, god no. Melissa, listen to me, have mercy on me. If it's my balls you want, then just take them, please" he pleaded. "Look" she sternly replied, "I already told you what I want-" "-no god please, I don't deserve that, no one deserves that" "Are you crazy," she yelled in a frenzy, "you fucker, every man deserves it!" "Oh god Melissa, why can't you just cut them off, I'll be castrated, I'll be finished, shit, I'll be ruined. You've fucked me up so much already" "NO!, you're going to feel every little rip of your testicles, oh god you're going to go crazy as I do it to you. I'm going to hold that grater between my legs and you're going to go fucking insane as a large, make-upless, hairy underarmed female takes forceful hold of your precious little family jewels and slowly and painfully pulls them from your naked groin and deliberately and forcefully rips them against the not too sharp teeth of a grater" "no, no, no, please Melissa listen," he said as he started to cry,"if you don't want to castrate me, then please just kill me. Don't make me go through with that, I'd rather you just did me" "So you'd rather die, than get what you deserve at the hands of a woman. You fucking coward. How many millions of women have tortured at the hands of men, but you just want the easy way out! Well I shouldn't give it to you, but maybe I could come up with something else. You see as much as I despise you, I can't just slit your throat and kill you, something about that turns my stomach. I can't really say why. I can't just out and out kill someone. Hey I know as well as you that when I rip your balls to shreds, you probably won't be able to take it, and will die from shock or something, but I just can't out and out, kill someone." "Oh god Melissa" he sobbed, "Please let me go...you made your point..I'm messed up real-" "- Shut up! shut up! shut up! you miserable male!" she screamed "I know what you want, you want every women to be a sex symbol, you want every woman to be your sex slave! To be your whore, your cunt to fuck when ever you feel like it. You don't want a human, you want a machine, that you can control and program to do what you want! Well that's what you're going to get" she stood up and ran into the bedroom. She pulled off her ripped tank top, and her plain bra. She went over to the dresser and pulled out one of her special bras, with a little lace and underwire support, and went to the closet and grabbed her white dress and put them on. She smoothed out her undisciplined auburn hair and looked at herself in the mirror. She carefully applied the make up that she so infrequently used. Just a little eye liner and some powerful ruby red lip stick. She looked at herself in the mirror, what was she missing. She had on her white silk dress, with it's bare shoulders and thin straps, it almost looked like a fancy slip. It's material clung tightly to her body. She gazed at it's contrast with her milk white skin. It stretched out across her chest where her push up bra not only helped amplify her bust line but also was responsible for creating a modest display of creamy white cleavage, which her fairly low cut dress shamelessly exhibited. It's material felt especially tight around her slightly bulging midsection, and then again across her hips. She looked down, she needed nylons. She shuffled over to her dresser, and bent down to the lower drawer where she had that pair of white stockings that she had only worn once. As she bent down she could feel her breast's unnaturally surge up and forward. She rolled up her dress and put on the white "nurses" stockings, and slipped on a pair of white high heels. She stood and looked at herself one more time in the mirror. She put a hand on her hip and gave it a little giggle, "a real man eater" she said to herself under her breathe. She turned and walked purposefully out of the bed room. He hadn't moved much, he knew his only hope lay in talking her into letting him go. She sauntered on over to where he lay. He sat it a puddle of blood from his maimed penis. "Look up at me you bastard. Look up at your executioner" He looked up her white stockinged legs past her plump thighs to her wide hips and up the new found curves of her body to her face, "no, please, no, let me go" "it's not going to be so easy, you wanted a sex kitten, you wanted a whore, well, how do you like me now?" she replied. She hiked up her tight dress up to her waist, as she did he looked up at her crotch and saw the mass of dark pubic hair as it sprouted out of her panty. She knelt down and grabbed the knife. "no, no, no, please" he cried as he shook his head, but this time she had no hesitation, she stuck the knife to his scrotum and with a quick flick of her wrist she opened up the slash on his scrotum until it almost encircled it. "gGGGaaaeEE!!!rrrr!!" he cried out as he felt the sting of his open wound. She jabbed the tip of the knife into his wound, he winced and jumped at it's every contact. She used it to scoop out his testicle's from their gashed sack. As she did they fell to the floor, he shook as they landed. They were swollen and tethered by a mass of arteries, veins, and cords. He breathed hard, as she rose to her feet. The feeling of his balls laying against the hard wood floor was making him sick. She stood straight up. "Ok you bastard it's time to pay up!" she shouted at him as she raise her white high heeled foot and held it over his unprotected balls. He looked up at her fat white leg as she held it menacingly close to his balls. He looked up at her body, her tight white dress as it clung extra tight at her bulging midsection and at her prominently displayed protruding breast's. Her white face was awash with a red fury, her eyes like lasers looking down at him, her body rigid with anger, he only had time for a quick, "nooo-" she stepped slowly down on top of his balls. His body shook, his mouth opened, "ggoooOOOOOOAEAEEAEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOAAAAIIIIII!!!!!" he squealed as she applied the pressure onto his male sex glands. She gritted her teeth and pinched her lips together and leaned a little onto her right foot, she wanted him to suffer, to slowly feel her weight increase until he couldn't bare it. He screamed wildly and his body wiggled, but there was nothing he could do, she was in total control! He was running out of air. He gasped and tears flowed from his eyes, his body trembled. She had him right where she wanted him, suffering at her hands, suffering terribly. He weezed out a thin squeal and she compressed his glands between the bottom of her high heals and the floor. She knew his pain must be intense, shooting through his body like lightning. She was making him suffer, suffer for the millions of women who had suffered at the hands of men. She steadily applied more pressure to his glands, his face was beat red, he squirmed under her foot. Oh, she thought how easy it was to make men suffer horribly. She thought of standing there all night stepping on his testicle's, but she knew he'd probally pass out soon. She didn't want him to pass out yet, she wanted him to feel what pure and total female supiriority was like. She wanted him to feel her foot on his balls, and feel female power. To feel a woman totally emasculate him! She looked down at him, her nostrils flared with anger and rage, she abandoned her cautious approach and leaned forward and pressed down hard with all her weight! He gave out one tremendous shriek as she felt his testicle's crush under her weight. White fluid shot out of his bloodied penis like an eruption. Blood, sperm and fluid squirted out from under the ball of her foot. He fell silent, his body twitched, and she angled on to the ball of her foot and ground it back and forth, grinding his sex glands into the floor, it made a sickening sound as she did. His body was splattered with an incredable amount of opaque fuild, that had shot out of the top of his maiamed penis. She leaned forward, her large strong leg tense, her upper thigh flexed tightly as she ground his males sex glands beneath the ball of her heavy right high heel. She clenched her teeth and gruntted, her hands were in tight fists, her arms bent and flexed tightly. She actually started to enjoy the fact that she was destroying a man's testicle's under her foot, it felt good to her, she wished he was awake to see it. She wished she could relive that instant when she definately felt his testicle's give way and break under her weight. She had felt them straining under her weight and she knew he was in excrusiating pain and then suddenly they burst under her force. She would never forget his scream as and the awesome ejaculation of fluid that spurted from his mutilated penis and covered his body from abdomin to forehead. A puddle of clear liquid and blood formed beneath her vengeful foot. She wiped the sweat off of her brow and looked down at the male pig she had destroyed. With just the weight of her foot she had annihilated his sexuality and killed him, in a sick way it excited her. It excited her to the possibilities of female revenge. And for the first time, she thought that she could be the one to start to lift women from bondage. |