Biker, The

This would be my best vacation ever!

I had just bought myself a brand new motorcycle. It was a Kawasaki VN 15 Classic. Just hearing and feeling that big engine thumping away under me made me happy as little boy on Christmas Eve. Five weeks of just crusing around the countryside lay in front me.

My plans were to visit various MC-meets and tourist attractions and getting to knew my country from the biker’s point of view.

I was for the moment driving on a narrow country road, taking in the smells and sights of the beautiful countryside.

But what happiness lasts forever? Heavy gray clouds were appearing over the horizon. Soon it was raining. It rained heavier and heavier. Soon I realized that I had to make a stop somewhere. Even if my clothes where supposed to be rainproof, this was too much. I was getting really soaked.

I slowed down and started to look for a place where I could get a roof over my head a barn or something. Suddenly I saw a small road on my right hand. I turned in on the road and soon I found a big mansion and a barn beside it. Perfect I thought to myself. I found a door, got of the bike and tried if I could open it. Yes, it was not locked and soon my bike and me was inside. The rain was poring down heavier than ever and was really glad to have a roof over my head.

I parked my bike and got of the whet clothes. I had some dry clothes on my bike that I changed in to and hung op the whet ones to dry. As they are heavy and very whet it would take at least 24 hours for them to dry up. Hopefully the rain would have stopped by then.

I thought that I had better get over to the mansion and let the folks there know who it was that just had made camp in the barn. So of I went. When I rang the doorbell a beautiful young woman opened it. She just looked at me and slammed the door in my face before I could say anything. I just looked at the door and did not know what was going on. After a minute or two I rang the doorbell again and this time a much older woman opened the door. I described my situation to her and she just nodded. She did not ask me in and when I was finished. She told that I could stay in the barn until the rain hade stopped and my clothes were dry.

I asked if I could do anything for them as payment of my stay. She just said no and closed the door. I hurried back to the barn and started to make camp for the night inside the barn.

I was planning for an early evening, as I had nothing else to do. I tried to read some but it was to dark and the batteries my flashlight soon went dull.

Later that night I woke up with a feeling that something was wrong. I was not alone in the barn. When I looked around I saw this woman who first had opened the door at the mansion for me. She was just standing there looking at me. I tried to ask her how long she had been there, but she just put her finger to her lips telling me to be quiet. She now started to take her clothes of and I got out of the sleeping bag and out of my clothes as well. She lay down beside me and started to caress me. What she wanted was as clear as daylight. I was very excited. That an unknown girl came to my bed in this manner was new experience to me and I loved it. The girl almost forced herself onto me. I have never had so good sex before. After I hade cum she kissed me and got up and put her clothes on again. I was just lying there, on the barn floor looking up at her.

What happened next really took me by surprise and made my blood freeze. She took up some dirt from barn floor and smeared it over herself. She took a grip of her t-shirt and ripped it apart. She hit her forehead into a wooden beam so it started to bleed. Then she started to scream from the top of her lungs RAPE. And run to the house. I was paralyzed for a moment or two, then I know I had to get out of there as fast as I could. But I did not have the time I needed to get some clothes on and start up the bike and get the hell out of there. I had just got on the bike when at least ten women came running into the barn and pulled me of the bike. They quickly found some rope and tied me down. I was tied to a chair and left with two guards for the rest of the night. Nobody spoke to me and I was very confused about the fact that there were no men, just women around.

Later that morning I was brought outside the barn. There I found at least 20 women standing in a half circle waiting for me. I was sat down in the chair and tied to it. One woman, the same who hade spoken to me at the door the day before, came up to me and explained that this was a women’s shelter and that no men were allowed. There was a big sign at the entrance, but I had not seen it because of the rain. And this was also the reason why I had not been invited to house yesterday.

So, here I was in a place where no man was allowed and accused of rape of one of the woman living there. Nothing good can come out of this, I thought to myself.

However I told that I was to have a fair chance to clear myself. Something that could bee called a trial was set up. As a defense lawyer was chosen a timid young girl who seemed to have no experience of how to run a defense. She did try to defend me a couples times but she was just laughed at by the crowd. I tried to speak for myself, but the outcome of the “trial” was given in forehand. In a couple of minutes I was found guilty of rape.

Now the court had to decide was punishment I should have.

Words like “castration” and penectome” reached my ear. Both of them send a chill down my spine. I was innocent god damned you. The last word was new to me. And I did not know what it meant, but I could guess.

The girl who had made me so happy last night was now grinning a devils smile at me. She screamed “nullification”. Also this word was new to me. It did not seemed to bad but looking at the hate that came out of the girl’s eyes, I know that this was the worst that could happen to me.

It took not many minutes for the court to agree of the punishment “nullification”. Soon I would learn what that word meant.

I was brought back to the barn and again tied to the chair, waiting for the preparations for the executing of my punishment to be ready.

After a couple of hours I was brought into the house for the first time. My hands were tied behind my back and I was pushed up the stairs. I could here the “raped” woman screaming something about that she was going to se to that I was going to eat it. I had no idea what she meant.

I was brought into a room that looked liked an operating room.

I was told to undress and lay on the table. All of this had happened so fast that it really had had my head spin. So, like a nice boy I lay down on the table and a needle was put into my arm and all went black.

When I woke up I found that I had been moved to a bed in another room. My crotch was acing and I was drowsy. There was a woman sitting beside my bed. Good morning she said. Drink this and go back to sleep, she continued and put a plastic tube between my lips and let the liquid into my mouth. It tasted well and I swallowed like a good boy. After a couple of minutes I fell asleep.

The next time I woke up I was alone in the room. My crotch was in lesser pain than before. I thought I would examine myself, but my arms were tied up with leather stripes so I could not move my hands below the waist. I had to wait for someone to free me. After a while a woman came in to the room. She smiled at me and told me that it now was four days after the operation. When I asked what they had done to me she just smiled and said that I eventually would find that out for myself.

I was hungry and she gave me some soup and some bred to eat. I watched some TV and finally fell asleep.

Next time I woke up I lying on the top of the bed wearing a bathrobe. The leather straps holding my arms were still there. The woman that sat by the bed told me to wait a couple of minutes while she fetched the others. When she came back she had three other women with her. They untied my hands and helped me up on my feet. Then they helped me to the next room where it was a mirror about 2 m high and 1 m wide. They told me to stand in front of the mirror and take off my bathrobe. They all looked like they had been waiting for this moment for a long time. I did as I was asked and slowly opened the bathrobe. What I saw scared the hell out of me. I looked at my crotch and it was nothing there to see. Where my lovely cock and balls had been was just the smooth skin with a pen stroke wide scar with some surgical threads sticking out, disappearing down between my legs. It felt like looking of one of these manikins you can see in a store window before they are dressed. One of the women started to clap her hands the others followed her example. That was too much for me I passed out.

When I woke up I was in a sun chair by the pool. I had never been in the back of the house before. The pool looked very inviting and in normal circumstances I would had jumped right in. But I was occupied with other things. I found a glass of coke on a table beside me and I drank it all in one swallow. Then I started to examine myself. I opened the bathrobe and let my fingers slide along the operation scar. It felt smooth and did not heart at all. After a while I found the pee hole. It was next my anus. I realized that for the rest my life I had to sit down to pee.

After a wile I lay back in the chair. Not bothering to cover myself up. I had after all nothing to hide. I just lied there and looked at the clouds in the sky and let the minutes pass. There were some girls bathing in the pool. They were all beautiful and had just small bikinis on. Normally I had enjoyed myself looking at them. But now they did not interest me. After a wile the woman who had been sitting at my bed came out and joined me. She told me that I was not allowed to got into the water before the operation wound had healed completely. And that would take another 2 weeks. She also told me about the shelter. Most of the women who were here had been raped one time or more. It as understandable that no male was allowed inside the gates. However it was not a problem for me, as I was not a man anymore. I was a nullo. I was welcome to stay at the shelter if I liked to. But she understood me if I wanted to go home. Witch I could do in four days time. She also said that I was welcome to join them for dinner in an hour, if I felt like it. I said I would be there. I had nothing else to do. Good, she said, I will accompany you to your room. I have already laid out some clothes for you on your bed.

She took me to my room and on the bed were a white shirt and a kilt like skirt, a pair of socks and my own sneakers. No underwear. Put this on I will see you down stairs in a wile.

I sat down on the bed and played a little with the skirt. After a couple of minutes I put n the shirt, the skirt and the sneakers and went down to the dining room.

Many of the women in the room came up to me and asked how I was feeling. I said I was fine and tried to uphold a polite conversation. Soon it was time to sit down at the table and eat. The principle course was some thing that looked like a sausage with meatballs and potatoes served with a nice sauce. And for dessert some cream. It was all very tasty. After the meal when we were having some coffee, the “raped” woman came up to me and asked politely if I had enjoyed my meal. I told her that it all had been very tasty. Then she asked me specifically if I had enjoyed the principal course. And I told her that I had and asked her what it was as it was really good and I had not eaten this before. She looked at me with a wolf grin and said that I will never eat that course again as long as I lived. A terrible thought came up in my mind, I just starred at her and she began to laugh. Yes, she said when she had calmed down. You have just eaten your own cock and balls and enjoyed it! I felt really sick. It was like I had been a victim to a very sick practical joke. I just said good night. And went to bed. I heard her laugh all the way up to my room.

The next couple of days I spend reading by the pool. After the doctors examination I was told that if I liked to leave I could do so. The next morning I packed my bike and went straight home. There were a couple of days left on my vacation but I felt like going home.

This had been the worst vacation ever!