The Spider Lady

By Robin Erler (March, 2001)

It was Saturday night and like almost every Saturday I hung around the houses in my neighborhood. I was sitting at the bar in a Disco. The rhythms were hammering away and I was just sipping my drink when something strange forced its way through the room. Despite the loaud music, there was a sudden tension in the air. The activities around me stopped and everyone looked toward the entrance. A woman was standing there, a woman such as I had never seen. She had dark, full and glistening hair that fell in waves over her shoulders, long legs and full, firm breasts. She was totally clothed in black leather. The way she stood there and looked around in the dark space of the disco, which was broken up by the bright and multicolored searchlights, gave her a commanding and self-assured effect. In my thoughts I imagined her with a whip and that all the men would crawl on the floor at her command.

With soft, flowing movements she came up to the bar and sat next to me. Her dark eyes glowed, her cheekbones jutted forward a bit. She ordered a martini and said to me “Hello, sweetie. Looking for a little adventure?”

The woman didn’t beat around the bush and knew what she wanted.

“One more of the same for this young man,” she called to the bartender.

“So, not only a vamp, but emancipated as well,” I thought and began a conversation with her. I said “I’m Hans.”

“Yvonne,” she said, by way of introduction.

Just 15 minutes later we were leaving the pub together and getting into her red Porsche. She drove off with the motor howling and the tires screeching. She drove the car just the way she looked: self-assured and elegant. After a short drive she turned into a driveway. Pressing a remote opened the garage door, which shut itself behind us. We got out of the car and she took me into her living room.

“What can I offer you?” she asked. “And we can dispense with the formalities. Take off your jacket and tie.” With these words, she had already stripped off my jacket and begun to unbutton my shirt.

“Want to take a swim?” she asked, nodding her head toward a wide glass door, behind which the water of a swimming pool threw reflections onto the ceiling and walls.

“Why not,” I answered and took off my shoes.

She pulled my shirt out of my pants and pulled it off of my shoulders. Then she began to open her leather blouse. When I saw her breasts, I became very aroused. My dick pulsed in my pants. What will she think, when I’ve taken off my pants and she sees my hard-on?

In spite of that, I opened my belt, unzipped my fly and dropped my pants. Meanwhile, she had take off her boots and pants.

“Don’t be so shy. I like that you’re already up. We’re going to have a lot of fun with each other.” With those words, she took off her underwear, pushed the glass door open and jumped into the water like a fish.

Quickly, I, too, removed my underpants and jumped in after her. After a few strokes I caught up to her. We sprayed water on each other. Then we embraced and made love. It was passionate, erotic sex. I sucked on her tits, stroked her vagina, put my tongue in her ear and caressed her legs. She played with my ball sack, excited my member with her tongue, fingered my asshole and licked my nipples. After practically endlessly growing passion we had a long orgasm. I came in her shortly after she had cried out in pure ecstasy.

We dried each other off and it wasn’t long until we were in each other’s arms again, caressing and exciting each other. The second time I came in her mouth while I was eating her pussy.

Later, she brought Champaigne, grapes and bananas. We fed each other and played with the fruit. The third time it also took us a long time to reach our peak. This time I shot up her ass. She said that she loved a powerful ass-fuck.

It was now late at night, or should I say early in the morning? We went into the bathroom together and took a shower. Just as I was starting to dry off with a towel, I saw something glimmer out of the corner of my eye. Just quickly, but I looked anyway. In a lightning-fast movement, I jumped to the side, just in time before the lady could go to work on my genitalia with a sharp pair of shears. I grabbed her arm, then twisted it behind her back until she dropped those very sharp looking shears.

“What the hell’s going on here,” I cried angrily, “The night bagan so beautifully and now you want my family jewels!”

“Let me go. You have won. You were faster than I was”, she said, and attempted to pull her arm free. “Come, I’ll show you something.

She went back into the living room. I followed her at a sufficient distance to avoid another attack.

“I don’t care what you show me, I’m getting dressed and out of here. Something is off here. Did you want to castrate me?” These thoughts were going through my head.

In the livingroom, she went over to a picture on the wall next to the fireplace and pressed on a hidden button

“Normally, I don’t show this to any man. Most run away right away anyway – either they flee immediately or after I’ve taken myself a souvenir.” While speaking, she moved the picture aside. You could see a book case with closed jars like the preserve jars from my grandmother’s time. Looking more closely, I determined that they held cut off genitals. Mostly one or two balls, perhaps with skin, probably the scrotum. I was shocked by this young lady’s hobby. This was what she meant by “souvenir”. After a night of love she simply cut off the manhood of the men who weren’t fast enough.

On each jar there was a name and a date. In the lowest row there were only three containers. These were, however, provided with a colored ring.

“What sort of special reminders are those?” I wanted to know.

“Oh, those are my darlings,” she said, “Those three gave themselves to me voluntarily.”

I wanted, of course, to find out more, so she told me the stories.

“This one up front,” pointing to the left hand jar in which two nuts in a scrotum were to be found, “comes from Werner. We got acquainted in Davos. He was there on business and was staying in the same hotel where I was vacationing. We got together three evenings in a row and had a lot of fun together. He told me that he was a family man with two nearly full-grown children. He couldn’t get it on with his wife in bed anymore. When he wanted sex, she came up with excuses. But if she wanted sex, his member had to get hard on command and be at her service. How often had he pretended to orgasm for his wife? Yet, he was such a sensitive lover, who knew exacly what turned a woman on. He showered me with kisses all over, gently stoked my breasts and rubbed my clitoris. He was a long-lasting fucker. As a going-away present, he gave me his balls. I believe he mainly wanted to punish his wife by doing so.

“In the middle jar, there’s only one ball.” I read the name on the sign “Jens.”

According to the date, Yvonne had taken this souvenir six months ago.,

“Oh, Jens. He had just turned thirteen. He was standing by the highway hitching his way to Munich. I introduced him to the art of love. He learned quickly. I showed him alll the spots that would drive a woman crazy with lust. The first time he shot after only five minutes, but the fourth time we excited each other for almost an hour before we went over the top simultaneously. I was his first woman. Except for masturbation he had never had any sex. His body was still hairless. So, it was a lot of fun for me to shave off his first pubic hairs. When I saw him standing there like that, a boy that I had just deflowered, I thought what a shame it would be if such a pretty young man could never get a woman off again. So, I opened his scrotum on the side, just enough to be able to press his right testicle out. I cut the cord through and then put an imitation testicle back into the bag so that no one would notice. I just spoke with Jens a little while ago. His experiences were talked up among the girls very quickly. All of a sudden the all wanted to have sex with him because he was so sensitive and knew exactly how to make a woman happy.

After she told me this story, she was silent a while. The tale had affected me. Taking one ball from a thirteen year old as a souvenir? That seemed strange to me. Finally I took the righthand glass from the case and examined its contents. It contained a complete set of genitals, prick and balls. In this case, he had given up his entire manhood. Without my having to ask, Yvonne continued with this story.

“David. That’s his name. I took his genitalia about two years ago. He was sixteen then and still a virgin. We met in a bar. His buddies brought him over because he had never slept with a woman, although I believe that many of his pals had never stuck their dicks into a cunt or an asshole. In any case, he was completely bagged and I offered to introduce him into the secrets of women. I brought him over here. At first I told him he should get undressed. Carefully, he started to unbutton his shirt and pull down his fly. Not that way, I said, and first taught him how to get undressed erotically to excite his partner. Later I showed him a woman’s erogenous zones. How to lick nipples, kiss earlobes, and how not to put his joy stick in right away. We had the whole weekend, two days and two nights, all to ourselves. We made love in many different places. I don’t know any more how often we came. Despite his youth, David could last a long time and after a short break, he got horny again. His prick got hard from just stroking or from a kiss on the glans and would stand stiffly up off his body again.

Sometime late that night he said softly into my ear that he never wanted to have sex with another woman. He wanted to keep the experiences of this one night in his memory forever. I answered that all he had to do is leave his manhood here. The thought aroused us and David was quite enthusiastic.

First I shaved off his pubic hair, which looked good with his hairless body and his muscular abdomen and upper body. With one hand, I pulled his foreskin back and gripped his hardon at the base. The I took a scalpel and cut his penis off at the root. Blood shot out, but his member was hanging by its lower part from his scrotum. I grabbed his balls and cut diagonally through the skin and cords with a sharp pair of shears. Now I had is penis together with his scrotum and testicles in my hand. Even though his face was filled with pain, he thanked me. I sprayed on some anesthetic, stopped the bleeding and stuck a catheter into his piss tube. Next I sewed the remaining skin over the wound. That was routine for me as a surgeon. I put on a bandage and told him to come back the following evening.

After the spot had healed, there was nothing there to remind David that he had ever had a penis and testicles. In the meantime, we used a laser to remove his pubic hair and beard so that he would never have to shave himself.

After this long story about David, I didn’t know whether to be shocked or amused. Finally, I said: “And what’s with David today?”

“Oh,” she said “we have continued to meet regularly. He has a skilled tongue and gifted hands. He satisfies me better than so many men do with their dicks. An when he’s done an especially good job, I strap on a dildo and fuck him up the ass. Meanwhile, my hand also fits up his butt, so that I can massage his prostate with my fingers.

“An how long does that take.” I had gotten curious and wanted to know how David liked it.

“About ten weeks ago he turned eighteen ahd moved in with me. He manages my household. He’s the perfect house man, or should I say house eunuch. My home is always clean. After a long day at work he massages my feet and a meal is always on the table for me at exactly the right time. Shift work doesn’t bother him and if I’m not interested in sex or have caught myself a man for the night, he doesn’t care. When I need him he’s right there and sex with him is, even though he’s got no prick or balls, still exciting and ecstatic.

Would you like to meet him?”

With those words she took a small bell and rang it. Shortly thereafter the door opened and a young man in shorts and a T-shirt came in. He had short blond hair, dark brown eyes, his face was very youthful and even on his arms and legs I couldn’t see the faintest hint of hair. His thighs and upper arms were powerful. He had broad shoulders and a muscular, yet soft appearing chest.

“This is David”,she said and, turning to the young man, “and David, this is Hans,” pointing to me.

“Nice to meet your. Yvonne has told me a bit about you already”, I began chattily.

But, she interrupted me. “You don’t just want to talk to David. After my story, you want to see something as well. David, please come over and undress.

Obediently David came over to the couch on which we were sitting. First he stripped off his T-Shirt. He had a really beautiful body. A washboard abdomen, hairless arms, legs, belly and chest and the powerful muscles of an athlete. When he took off his shorts I wasn’t badly surprised. My glance glided downward from his belly button. Flat, no hair and, where there would have been a penis and testicles on a man, there was nothing. As if David had never had a penis or testicles. There was merely a small depression in one small spot. This must be the end of his urethtra. Underneath it dangled a single decoration, a golden ring that pierced his skin.

I probably gazed a bit too long at the ring and the genital-free spot, because Yvonne said: “I have promised too much. We put in the ring when David first moved in with me. Feel the smooth skin.” With those words she grasped my hand and laid it onto the triangle between David’s legs.

I ran my hand over it. The appearance and feeling excited me. Just now I noticed that I was still naked. My penis got stiff.

“Did you ever fuck a eunuch?” she asked. “I’ll loan him to you. David is an outstanding lover.”

I was surprised and before I could respond, David had kneeled before me and begun to suck my stiff cock. It was heavenly.

“Fuck him well. He likes that,” siad Yvonne. David laid down on his back an raised his legs. His asshole was now in exactly the proper position and without further ado, I shoved my dick into his ass. I drove in and out, stroking first David’s then my nipples and couldn’t get enough of the sight of his bare pubic triangle. Yvonne, for her part, sat on David’s face and had him lick her pussy. Then we changed places. David kneeled on the floor. I stuck my root into his mouth and he gave me a fantastic blow-job. Yvonne put on a glove and reached into a can containing lubricant. Then she massaged David’s backside. With first one, then two fingers she stretched his asshole until her whole hand and even a part of her forearm disappeared up his ass. David groaned once. It was not the sound of pain. His whole body quaked with a shudder of pleasure. That excited me so much that I shot my load straight into his mouth. Yvonne, too, was near coming, as I licked her pussy, which was very wet and with a scream she unloaded her excitement in an orgasm.

During this night and on the Sunday that followed we touched and loved each other several times. David was really excellent at sex. One time Yyonne strapped on her rubber dildo and another time I had my hand up his ass.

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