Gilly, Chapter 4

GILLY

Chapter 4

Janis called Wednesday morning to confirm our date for lunch and munch, and I spent the next few hours in a fog. All I could think about was meeting Gilly and listening to her describe how she removed a man's penis. I tried to imagine all the things she would tell me, but as it turned out, my fantasies were pretty far off the mark.

I showed up early for our lunch date, and sat in our favorite booth nursing a drink until Janis arrived. As soon as she sat down, I asked, "Is Gilly here now? Can I meet her now?" Janis just smiled mischievously, and said, "We'll see Gilly after lunch. Now just hold your horses and let's eat." I realized that Janis wanted to be in charge again, and resigned myself to waiting another hour before meeting the woman I was so interested in questioning.

The meal seemed to take hours, and I had trouble holding up my end of the conversation. Janis could tell that I was distracted, and tried to get me to regain focus by asking me how Brad's training was going. I told her that I was incorporating more of his fantasy about his sister castrating him into our nightly sessions. I also said that I was now using a shoelace to tie off his cock to get him to last longer before cumming. She thought that was a good idea, as it would get him used to the idea of his cock being used for my pleasure rather than his.

Finally Janis finished the last bite, and drank the last of her drink. Since it was her turn to pay, she placed a bill on the table to cover the cost of the meal plus a nice tip. We both stood up, and I could contain my impatience no more. I asked, "Are we going to meet Gilly somewhere else? Is that where we're going now?"

Janis smiled again, then said, "Actually, Gilly's in the back room. Are you ready to go back there and see her now?" I literally ran for the door to the back room, then stood there waiting until Janis caught up with me. She took a key out of her purse and unlocked the door, and I thought it was strange that another woman had been locked in there. I couldn't imagine why such a thing had been done. Surely Gilly wasn't being held prisoner, was she? Maybe she was doing something that required privacy, and that was the reason the door had been locked.

As we walked into the room, I glanced quickly around it looking for Gilly. As far as I could tell, there was no one else in there, and I turned to Janis and frowned. She laughed again, then took my hand and led me to a back corner. We passed the table that I had seen on previous visits, and where I knew Brad would be tied spreadeagle before much longer. I could almost see him there, with the ropes around his ankles and wrists, and his pitiful little penis bobbing in the air, anxious for the knife.

When we reached the back of the room, I again looked around for another woman, or even a door into another room, but saw nothing other than something about the size of a large free-standing mirror, but with a pole on each side, both of which had been securely attached to the floor and ceiling. A cloth had been placed over whatever was between the poles, completely covering it. Again I looked questioningly at Janis, by now suspecting that she was playing a practical joke on me.

To answer my unasked question, she took ahold of the cloth and whisked it away, saying, "Gwen, meet Gilly. Gilly, meet Gwen."

I was immediately sure that my suspicions about a joke had been true, for what was standing there was some sort of wooden framework, about two feet wide and six feet tall. Then my eyes began to record the details of the thing, and realization began to dawn on me as to the true nature of what I was seeing.

The framework was composed of the two floor-to-ceiling wooden uprights at each outer edge. They had a groove cut into the inner edge, and when my eye followed the groove upward, I saw a large piece of metal that was the same width as the space between the uprights, and was fitted in the grooves. It appeared to be held in place with a rope tied to a hole in its top edge. What made me understand its purpose was the bottom edge, though. That part had been machined to a taper from one side to the other, and had then been ground until it appeared to be as sharp as a razor.

My eyes then followed the grooves downward, stopping momentarily at wide leather straps with buckles that had been fastened to the rails about five feet off the floor, with one on each side. When my eyes arrived at a point about three feet off the floor, I saw two more leather straps, obviously made from a large belt that had been cut in two pieces, with one half fastened to the right rail, and the other to the left rail. The free end of one piece had the belt buckle on it, and the other end had a series of holes punched in it, just exactly as a belt would have.

Between the straps was another metal plate. This piece was the same width as the blade above it, and maybe one foot from top to bottom. It was mounted securely to the two uprights at each end, and probably served to keep them straight in order to guide the blade accurately to its intended target.

All doubt as to the nature of that target vanished when I saw the hole in the center of the plate. I knew then that this truly was "Gilly", and also just how that name had been given.

I turned to Janis, who was standing there smiling broadly, and asked, "It's a guillotine, isn't it? That's why you call it Gilly, isn't it?"

She laughed aloud, then said, "You win the prize, dear heart. I know you were expecting to meet another woman and ask her about cutting off Brad's cock, and I'm sorry to disappoint you. The look on your face just now was priceless, and well worth the wait."

I hugged her and kissed her deeply before saying, "I'm not disappointed in the least. It's wonderful! I love it! I can't imagine a better way to neuter him. I have just one question though: Isn't the hole pretty big for a man's cock? I haven't seen very many of the things, for that matter, but that hole is at least twice as big as Brad's penis. Wouldn't it flop around in there and cause the blade to miss part of it? I don't want him to have even a stub to play with."

She hugged me back and said, "Not to worry. If you'll look behind the plate, you'll see two little pieces of metal shaped like 'L's'. We have all sizes of reducers here in a box, and when we get one that just barely fits over Brad's cock, it'll be secured in the brackets behind the hole before you feed his dick through. That way, his little thing will be held in place and Gilly will get all of it. The reason that the hole's so big is that some of the women wanted to do their man's cock and balls at the same time. The larger hole lets everything be pulled through at once, and then Gilly does the rest."

My brain had reached overload by that time, and I couldn't think of anything to do other than stand there, visualizing Brad standing there naked. His monstrously erect cock would be pressed through the hole, and as he begged me to cut it off him, I'd release the rope and watch the blade rush downward. It would pass through his dick with no hesitation, severing it cleanly from his body. I could almost see his thing falling through the air, and then laying on the floor.

Janis stood close behind me, then reached around and unbuttoned my blouse. She pulled it open and began pinching my painfully erect nipples, pulling them as far from my breasts as she could. She nuzzled my neck and whispered to me, "Imagine Brad standing there naked. You try several of the reducers before finding one tiny enough to fit his pitiful little pee-pee. You put the reducer in place, knowing that it'll hold him just right so Gilly gets every last bit of his pathetic little dickie. You make him put it through the hole, then order him to push as hard as he can to make sure it's all in." One of her hands dropped to the waistband of my pantssuit trousers and slowly worked its way to my dripping wet pussy.

As she frigged me, she continued, "You use a marker to show the place where Gilly's blade will cut, then tell him to pull out of the hole. When he does, you wrap a thin wire around his shaft just ahead of the mark, twisting the ends together so tightly that the wire sinks into his cock. You again order him to put his wee-wee through the hole, knowing that this will be his last time to do anything with it. You make him push with all his might to get every last fraction of an inch through the hole, telling him you don't want him to have even a hint of a stub left down there."

"When it's through as far as he can get it, you tie a rope just behind the head, and hand it to the rest of us. We begin pulling as hard as we can, gaining another fraction of an inch of cock to be removed. You take ahold of the release rope, then look at him and ask, 'What do you want me to do, lover?' He's gasping for breath because of the extreme arousal he's feeling, and is just barely able to say, 'Please cut it off me. It's your's, my darling. Cut it off.' "

"You don't say anything. You just smile at him and pull the release. The blade begins to fall toward his waiting penis, seeming to move in slow motion. Finally it reaches its target and passes through it with no hesitation. The blade comes to rest at the bottom of its track, and a split second later, his dick hits the floor and rolls around, still hard as ever because the wire has trapped the blood in it."

By the time she had described me releasing the blade, I had begun to orgasm. It went on and on, in wave after wave, seeming to intensify with each word. When she told of his dick hitting the floor, I screamed with the intensity of my passion, and thought I was going to pass out. She continued rubbing my slit until I came back from wherever I'd been, then she pulled her hand out of my pants. Taking ahold of my shoulders, she turned me to face her, then kissed me deeply. Finally, we broke the kiss, and she whispered to me, "You've had yours, now it's my turn. Let's get to your bed as fast as possible."

I straightened my clothes, and then we replaced the cover over Gilly. As she disappeared from my sight, I whispered to her, "Rest well, my pet. I'll bring you a little snack just as soon as I can." Janis and I both laughed at that little joke, and then we left the club and drove to my home, where we spent the rest of the afternoon frantically making love, then describing to each other how wonderful it would be when Brad was introduced to Gilly. That always brought us to a fever-pitch of arousal again, and soon our heads were buried in each others crotch.

During one of our cooling-off periods, I asked Janis where the club had bought Gilly. She said, "Actually, it was made for us by the husband of one of our members. You know Sharon, I'm sure." She looked at me questioningly, and I nodded my head. Actually, I had been attracted to Sharon as soon as we had been introduced, and planned to get her in my bed in the near future.

Janis continued, "Her husband is a machinist at a company in Denver. I don't know quite how it came about, but one night Sharon mentioned to Madeleine that she had read a story about a machine called a 'penis guillotine', and she wondered if anyone else had ever heard of such a thing.

It was new to us, although once we heard the term, and thought about how it would be used, we were all excited by the idea of seeing men's little things removed by a guillotine. Several of us sat around a table for hours sketching different designs on napkins and inventing stories about how such a machine would be used if we had one in the back room.

Sharon finally volunteered her husband to do the actual construction of the guillotine, saying that he was probably the only man owned by one of the members who had the skills that would be needed to build it, and also that he had a well-equipped workshop behind their house. We all thought that was a fine idea, and agreed that the club treasury would buy whatever materials were required.

It was probably about a week later that Sharon told us she had ordered her husband, Sam, to start making the guillotine. She said when she showed our sketches to him, he made some modifications that would make it more effective in severing a man's equipment. The reducer plates were his idea, as were the cuffs and the belt you saw mounted on the rails. Sharon said that Sam became more excited with each minute they talked about the guillotine, and she was just hoping that we'd be able to get it down to the club before he used it on himself.

Janis told me that Sam needed almost two weeks to get all the pieces made. She told me, "When Sharon announced that he was going to install it the next Thursday, we all felt a rush of mounting excitement, and talked endlessly about whose man would be the first 'guest of honor'. I knew there was no way in Hell that anyone could keep me from getting Ray in the back room again just as soon as possible. I think the thought of cutting off his penis made me more aroused than I had ever been when I planned his castration."

"Sharon and Sam worked most of the day in the back room. They kept the door locked all the time so that no one else could see the guillotine until it was complete. I didn't have to work that day, so spent nearly all day there, and some of the other members did also. We'd never before been so excited about a piece of equipment coming to the back room, but of course the guillotine was something pretty special."

"Both of them came out of the room for dinner, locking the door behind them. It was plain to see that Sam had a huge hard-on under his clothes, and that Sharon's nipples were hard as diamonds. Sharon announced that the project was complete, and as soon as they had eaten dinner, everyone was invited to the unveiling if they were interested. I doubt that even a team of wild horses could have kept us out of there."

"We all hurried through the meal, and I truly don't recall just what it was that we ate. About all I could think of was taking Ray back there and using the guillotine to cut it off. I'm sure that everyone else at the table had the same thoughts about using it on their husbands, because the conversation was almost non-existent."

"At long last, the meal was finished. We all stood and walked to the door, then waited impatiently while Sharon made a great show of unlocking it. She finally opened the door and we filed through, anxious for our first look at the machine."

"We saw it standing just where it is today, and with the same covering over it. As soon as we had gathered around, Sharon and Sam stood at the sides, took ahold of the cover, and then slowly pulled it off. As we stared at it, the room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. After several seconds of silence, Madeleine begin to clap her hands, and soon the rest of us joined in the applause. Sharon and Sam bowed, and it was obvious that both were pleased at our approval."

"Sharon then walked over to one wall and reached into a grocery sack that was setting on the floor. She brought out a package of weiners and held it high above her head. As soon as we saw that, everyone laughed long and loud. She opened the package and removed one of the weiners, saying, 'This won't be as good as the real thing, but it'll give you an idea of how it works'."

"She handed the weiner to Sam and told him to show us how to select the correct-size reducer and install it in the brackets. He experimented with some of the different sizes until he finally found one with a hole just slightly larger than the weiner, and then he slid it in the mounting brackets behind the hole in the metal plate."

"Sharon told him to hold the weiner in place so she could demonstrate how the machine worked. He reached out with the thing in his hand and placed it through the hole, and she said, 'Not like that, silly. Hold it in front of you and get as close to the hole as you can.' He was momentarily embarrassed and blushed bright red, but did as she had instructed. He held the weiner in front of his crotch, then moved as close as he could to the hole."

"When the weiner poked through, several of us gasped. Even though he was fully-clothed, the sight of this man standing as close as he could get to the guillotine, holding 'his' weiner in place, was electrifying."

"Sharon took the release rope in her hand, told us to 'watch close, now', and pulled. The blade made almost no noise at all as it fell through the grooves and sliced the weiner. As the severed portion fell to the floor, some of us gasped again, then began to applaud loudly."

"I don't know who was the first to notice that Sam was still standing behind the guillotine, staring down at what remained of the weiner that he was holding pressed to his crotch. His erection was straining at his pants and we could see it throbbing. He dropped the weiner and began to rub his cock through his clothes, and seemed to be completely unaware there was anyone else in the room."

"Sharon walked up behind him and pulled his hands away from his crotch, saying, 'Not just yet sweetie. I want you to stay nice and hard for me.' She then reached around him and began to unbutton his shirt, and when it at last opened, she removed it and dropped it to the floor."

"She then stepped back from him and unbuttoned and removed her blouse, revealing her beautiful breasts and her super-hard nipples. She looked at the other women, but didn't say anything."

"I think that it was Madeleine who first understood what Sharon wanted us to do. She began unbuttoning her own blouse and soon dropped it to the floor beside her. With her example to show the way, the rest of us quickly removed our own blouses, and those who were wearing bras took them off also. There were now fourteen breasts for Sam to gaze at, each one displaying nipples in various degrees of arousal. He must have thought he was in Heaven."

"Sharon then walked around in front of him and knelt down. She untied his tennis shoes and took them off, then peeled down his socks. When she began to remove her own shoes and socks, the rest of us imitated her with no urging."

"She next reached up to Sam's waist and unfastened his belt buckle, then unsnapped his jeans. After pulling down the zipper, she slowly slid the pants off him, directing him to step out of them. He was obviously in his own little dream world by then. His eyes were completely glazed over and his mouth was hanging open. As he stared at all the bare titties around him, he struggled to breathe. The wet spot on the front of his undershorts was just about the largest I'd ever seen on a man."

"Sharon stood up, and then unfastened and removed her own trousers. Before they were even to her knees, the other six of us were hastily shedding our own pants. Soon there were seven women, and one man, standing there wearing only their panties and undershorts."

"Sharon very slowly slid down his shorts, and soon they joined the pile on the floor. His dick was larger than Ray's by a considerable amount, and it appeared to be rock hard. It was jerking around more wildly than any cock I'd ever seen, and the amount of pre-cum stringing from it was simply amazing."

"Before Sharon had time to remove her own panties, the rest of us were naked. Even in his semi-conscious state, Sam's eyes were staring at first one crotch then another. When his hand started moving toward his cock, Sharon slapped it away and told him to behave himself. Everyone could tell by the movement of his hips that he was very close to cumming."

"Sharon stood beside her husband and placed one arm around his shoulders. She said, 'Ladies, I know you approve of what Sammie has made for us. As his wife, I'd like to have the honor of naming our new toy. It doesn't seem right to just call it the machine, or the guillotine. I think we need something more personal. What do you think of calling her Gilly?'. Our applause signalled our approval of the name, and that's been the one we've used ever since."

"Sharon then hugged Sam even harder, then said, 'You've seen how it works on something like a weiner, but of course there's no substitute for the real thing. How would you like to see something more realistic?' We all applauded and started saying things like, 'Yes. Show us the real thing. We want to see how it works for real.' Sharon smiled and laughed at our enthusiasm, then turned to Sam."

"Sweetie, my friends want to see a live demonstration of how Gilly works. I know you've wanted to have her eat your little weenie ever since you first saw the sketches. We've talked about your penectomy for a long time now, and I think it's time to actually do it. Do you want to feed your worthless little dingus to Gilly? Please do it for me, honey."

"Sam struggled to speak, needing to clear his throat several times before he could force out the words we all wanted to hear. In a low, husky whisper he said, 'Yes. I want to do it'."

"Sharon said forcefully to him, 'That's not good enough, sweetie. You have to tell me exactly what you want me to do, and say it loud enough that all my friends can hear."

"He seemed to become slightly more aware then, and his eyes cleared. He looked at all of us standing there naked, waiting to hear him say that he wanted to be nullified, then at last said, 'I want to feed my little dick to Gilly. I want to put it through the hole, then watch you pull the rope. I want to see the blade cut it off me. Please do it to me. Please'."

"Sharon looked at us to make sure we'd heard what he said. We all nodded, and some said, 'Do it to him. He wants it.' She then began to lead him toward Gilly, but stopped when Milly called out to her, saying, 'Wait, Sharon. There's something that needs to be done to him first, or he'll lose too much blood."

"I have no idea how she was able to think of such a thing. It must have been her nurse's training, and all the time she'd spent in surgery, that allowed her to think of that. I know that the only thought in my head was centered around getting his cock through the hole and cut off as soon as possible. I'm sure the others had exactly the same thought, as evidenced by the fact that they were playing with their tits and frigging themselves almost continuously."

"Milly walked over to a wall cabinet where the supplies were kept until needed when a man was castrated. I saw her take a couple of things out of the cabinet, then walk back and hand them to Sharon. As Sharon took the things, I could see that one was a short length of wire that was used to tie off a man's sac before he was castrated, and the other was the pair of pliers that was used to tighten the wire in place."

"Sharon immediately understood Milly's purpose, and knelt in front of her husband to tie off his cock. She paused then, and said, 'I think I'd like to have two more wires, and also that length of clothesline rope that we use to tie a man to the table for castration'. Milly walked back to the cabinet and soon returned with the requested items."

"Sharon tied a slipknot in one end of the rope, and then placed it around Sam's cock, just behind the head. She tightened the knot, then held up the other end of the rope and asked, 'Would someone help me with this please?' I was closest, so took the rope in my hand."

"She then asked me to pull it just as hard as I could, saying that his wee-wee was so small that Gilly wouldn't even be able to taste it if we didn't get it stretched out as far as it would go. The other women soon lined up behind me, and we all began pulling the rope. The only effect that had was to pull Sam toward us."

"Milly and Madeleine walked behind Sam and placed their arms around his waist to hold him still. Again we tugged on the rope, being rewarded this time with his groaning and whimpering as his precious little dickie was stretched farther than he'd ever seen it."

"As we held the thing in place, Sharon again decided that his cock wasn't long enough to satisfy Gilly's appetite, so she asked me to come help her. I released my hold on the rope and knelt beside her, and she told me to get a good grip on his balls and pull them down and back as far as I could."

"I gripped his sac in both hands, squeezing as tightly as I could. When Sharon ordered him to spread his legs, I began pulling the thing back between them, trying with all my might to get them beyond his asshole. She was finally satisfied with my efforts, and placed a wire around his shaft as close to his body as she could get it. She looped it twice and then twisted the ends together. The pliers were used to tighten the wire even more, until it finally sank almost out of sight beneath his flesh."

"As I had gripped and squeezed his balls, Sam began to whimper with the pain I was giving him. By the time Sharon had finished tightening the wire, and I had released his sac, he was almost crying. As I knelt there with my face just inches from his cock, I knew that it was the biggest I'd ever seen. It seemed to be at least a foot long, but Sharon told me later that she'd measured him several times, and the longest ever was just barely nine inches. Given the stretching provided by the rope, and the extra length due to my efforts with his nuts, it was probably at least ten inches from the wire to the tip of his cock head."

"As soon as my hands were out of the way, Sharon doubled her fists and brought them up as hard as she could against his nuts. He cried out with the incredible pain, and the tears began running from his eyes."

"Sharon again doubled her fists and lowered them even closer to the floor than before. She looked up at him and said, 'Shut up your damned whining! You're shaming me in front of my friends! You're the one who wanted us to do this to you, and now when we just barely get started you start bawling like a baby. You either act like a man, or you can just get out of her now and I'll never speak to you again!' That threat was enough to make him stop whining and crying, and he used his hands to wipe the tears from his eyes. He apologized to Sharon, which seemed to please her quite a lot. It was obvious that she had trained him well, and our approval caused her to glow with pride."

"Sharon then returned to getting his cock tied off, and I soon saw what she had planned for the other two wires. The second wire was wrapped just behind the head of his cock, as close to the rope as it would go. It too was looped twice around, then twisted tight with the pliers. That wire also sunk out of sight into his shaft."

"The third wire was placed in the approximate middle of the shaft, and fastened identically to the other two. As I watched, his cock shaft seemed to balloon around the constricting wires, making it look exactly like a string of sausage links hanging in a butcher shop. I thought that was an apt description, given the fate that would soon befall his penis."

"Sharon then asked everyone to let go of the rope, and then she loosened the slipknot and removed it. I was amazed to see that his dick was still bouncing up and down, although there were no more strings of pre-cum dribbling from the slit in its head. Milly and Madeleine then released their restraining hold on him, and he immediately brought his hands to his cock."

"Sharon slapped his hands away, saying sharply, 'That's no longer yours to touch! It's mine now, and I'll do what I want to with it! Tell me who owns that cock!' He again struggled to speak, finally saying loud enough for all to hear, 'You own my cock. It's yours. Do anything you want to it.' Again we murmured our approval of Sharon's training abilities, and she smiled proudly."

"Sharon then stood in front of her husband, and placed both her hands on his shoulders. She looked directly at him, then said, 'This is your last chance to keep your worthless little dick. You can choose to walk out of here with the thing still hanging on your crotch, and never see me again, or you can walk over to Gilly and feed it to her.' Without hesitation, he walked to the guillotine and stood there waiting for whatever was to be done to him."

"Sharon removed the reducer plate that had been used for the weiner, and begin looking through the others for one that would fit her husband's penis. Suddenly she gasped, then hugged and kissed Sam as hard as she could. There were tears in her eyes as she said, 'I love you so much! You thought of everything, didn't you?' To explain her sudden emotion, she held up the plate so that we could see it. Etched into the surface, on one face of the thing, was the single word 'Sam'. He had obviously been planning long before to beg his wife to feed his cock to Gilly, and had even made a custom-fit reducer for himself. Our applause and cries of approval made Sharon beam with pride, and she cried even more."

"We all rushed up to the couple and began hugging and kissing them. It could easily have become a sex orgy, but Madeleine had the presence of mind to remind us that the main act of this performance was still to come, and we should all just step back and let Sharon get on with it."

"Sharon had recovered her composure by that time, and said that she agreed with Madeleine. She said there was nothing on Heaven and Earth that could stop her now, and it was time for Gilly's snack. She installed Sam's cock plate in the brackets, then told him to get his 'useless little dickie in there'. He stepped forward quickly and guided his cock into the hole, having to struggle with it due to his extreme state of arousal as well as the swelling induced by the wires."

"She then took his wrists one at a time and secured them to the rails with the leather straps and buckles. He was truly held captive by Gilly then, and his fate was sealed. I could tell by the look on Sharon's face that nothing but armed intervention would stop what was soon to happen. I knew that my own arousal, and undoubtedly that of the other women, would not be denied, and that if anyone attempted to stop her from pulling the release rope, we'd simply beat them to death."

"As he pressed his body forward as much as possible, I could see the entire length of his dick protruding from the front of the hole in the metal plate. Sharon said, 'Not so much for the first demonstration, sweetie. Back up until just the head is poking through. We'll feed Gilly the rest of it in a little while.' Sam was so deep into his fantasy by that time that I'm not sure he even heard her. He was pumping his hips back and forth, trying to 'fuck' the hole in the plate, and seeming to be semi-conscious."

"Madeleine then walked around the guillotine and took ahold of his hips and pulled him back several inches. She placed her hand around his shaft to act as a 'spacer' and keep him from pushing the entire thing through the hole. Sharon looked closely at the amount of cock sticking out and asked Madeleine to pull him back just a little bit more. When she was finally satisfied with the positioning, she placed one hand on the release rope."

"She looked at Sam once more, saying, 'Tell me again what you want me to do. Beg me to cut the head off your pathetic little pee-pee. Say it now.' It took him several seconds to understand what she had said, but finally he said, 'Please cut the head off my cock. I don't want it on me anymore. It's worthless to anyone. Please cut it off.' Sharon looked at the others there, and when all had nodded their heads in assent, she gave the rope a sharp tug."

"The blade started to move, slowly at first, then picked up speed with every inch. As it sliced through the head of his dick, it was going almost too fast to see. By the time I realized that the head was severed, the blade was already completely below the hole. I heard Sam scream, and then felt my orgasm starting. It was so strong that it actually hurt, and it went on and on. As it subsided, I realized that I hadn't even touched myself to make the climax happen. My arousal was such that just the sight of his dick being beheaded was enough to cause me to orgasm. As I looked at my companions, I could tell that at least three of them had also climaxed then."

"The head was laying on the floor at my feet when I looked down. It was just about the most pitiful looking, shrunken thing I'd ever seen. Just seconds before it had been a rock-hard, mushroom-shaped, part of his body, and at least two inches in diameter. Now it was just an empty sack of flesh, barely an inch in any dimension."

"Sharon leaned over and picked up the severed cock head and held it up for Sam to see. She said, 'Look what I found on the floor, honey. Isn't that just about the ugliest thing you've ever seen? It almost makes me sick to think that you used to stick that inside me. I want you to get rid of it right now.' She moved it closer to his face, then held it directly in front of his mouth. I saw his mouth slowly open, and then she placed the thing on his tongue. He closed his mouth and began to chew, then swallowed several times as he ate the head of his own cock."

"I heard a cry that was almost a scream, and it was coming from one of the other women. When I looked to my side, I saw that Sherry had fallen to her knees, and was obviously orgasming even more strongly than I had just seconds before. She threw back her head and almost howled with the intensity of her climax, and it was made even louder when Milly dropped down beside her and began to pinch and pull her horribly-distended nipples. I was in awe of her ability to reach such heights, and could tell that some of the others were almost jealous of her."

"Sherry told me a few days later that the reason her orgasm was so strong was that she and her husband had a regular fantasy they used to get them both aroused to a fever pitch. In her fantasy, she would cut off her husband's cock, then cook it, after which she would force him to eat it. She said the sight of Sam eating his own cock head had made her fantasy become real for her, and it gave her the strongest climax she'd ever had. Sherry told me that she would do everything possible to feed her husband's cock to Gilly, after which she'd then feed it to him. She said that she'd decided to skip the part about cooking it, and he could just eat it raw."

"As soon as Sherry had recovered enough to once again stand unassisted, Sharon used the rope to pull the blade back to its position at the top of the rails. She reset the release rope, then asked Madeleine to let Sam push the next section of his cock through the hole."

"Madeleine moved her hand back against his abdomen to allow him to force more of his shaft through the plate, but that didn't allow it to come through as far as Sharon wanted. She told Madeleine to try placing just a couple of fingers on the shaft to act as spacers, and finally they were able to get just the right position to allow only that portion of the shaft ahead of the middle wire to be removed."

"Again Sharon placed her hand on the release rope, but this time she didn't ask Sam to tell her what to do. She simply pulled the rope, and we watched as the blade again followed the grooves downward. It passed through his cock as easily as a hot knife through butter, and then slammed against the stop block at the bottom. Since I wasn't in the throes of an orgasm this time, I was able to follow the flight of the severed flesh as it fell to the floor."

"It actually bounced off the floor, which was a large circle of plywood that Sam had installed there, both to serve as a stable anchor for the rails, and to protect the carpet from the blood that was sure to fall there. Sam had painted the circle of plywood a brilliant white, and as his shaft came to rest, I could see the blood draining from it. At first it literally shot from the severed end, spraying at least six inches from the thing. Soon the flow was reduced to a trickle, and then the piece of flesh just lay there and shriveled to a size smaller than my thumb."

"I heard Milly's voice cry out then, and looked toward her. Sherry was standing behind her, pulling a nipple with one hand and frigging Milly's cunt with the other. I could see that Milly was forcing her crotch forward against Sherry's hand, and her knees were sagging with the intensity of her passion. As we watched, Milly recovered and turned to Sherry and they began kissing. None of us wanted to miss the rest of the 'demonstration' that Sharon was giving, so we turned again to the guillotine."

"Sharon once again reset the blade, then asked Madeleine to remove her hand entirely. As soon as he was freed from her restraint, Sam forced the remainder of his cock shaft through the plate. Madeleine then brought the two ends of the belt around his waist and adjusted the buckle to its tightest setting. Sam was truly held captive by Gilly then, although all of us knew that the belt certainly wasn't needed to keep his cock through the hole."

"I couldn't see the remaining wire, but was sure it was either in the hole or just slightly behind it. I knew that when the blade again fell, he would be totally nullified. The next time he looked at his crotch, the only part of his genitals remaining would be his testicles."

"Sharon was by that time moving as if in a trance. She stared for several seconds at the remaining portion of his cock that was protruding from the hole in the plate. She was speaking softly, almost to herself, and as we noticed her lips moving, the room became very quiet as we tried to hear what she was saying."

"As I concentrated, I could tell that she was talking to her husband, telling him that he still had almost five inches of penis attached to him. She said, 'There is no way in Hell that I'm going to leave you with even that much. I've wanted for so long to cut that worthless little thing off you, and now I'm going to feed the last little bit to Gilly. When you see the blade fall this time, you'll know that you're no longer a man, but just an 'it'. Say goodbye to that horrible, pathetic, useless little thing that you love so much. Now feel it get sliced off, and then watch it fall on the floor.' I saw her arm very slowly begin to pull the release rope, and also saw Sam staring intently at the same sight. His mouth, which had so recently eaten the head of his own cock, was again hanging wide open as he gasped for breath. I heard his groans of passion as his body fought to release his pent-up semen, but could not because of the remaining wire. It was plain to see that he was literally out of his head with his arousal."

"At last the rope tightened as far as it could without actually releasing the blade. When she saw him staring so intently at her hand, Sharon said, 'It's done', and then gave the slightest of tugs. The blade fell slowly, then gained momentum. I saw his eyes following its downward path, until it once again passed through his cock and struck the stop block. The last portion of his penis arced to the floor, and lay there twitching and draining just as the other had."

"I knew that Sharon was in need then, and I rushed to her side and shoved my hand between her clinched legs. I had made love to her many times in the past, and knew that she had a truly amazing clitoris. Even when she was just barely aroused, the thing was long enough to stick out of her slit. When she was truly turned on, it could be seen projecting beyond her pubic hair."

"As I ran my hand between her legs, I felt her clit protruding from her slit farther than I would have thought possible. It was so large then that I momentarily thought that she had grown a penis of her own to compensate for the one her husband had just lost. As soon as the shock passed, I knelt in front of her and forced her legs even wider. I took her engorged clit into my mouth and sucked it just as if it were a cock."

"She began to cry out then, and as I looked up I saw that Madeleine and Milly were standing beside her and pulling her nipples so far from her breasts that I was afraid they'd simply tear free. As she climaxed, her juices shot from her pussy as strongly as they ever had from any man's penis. I began to lick her cum juice and suck her clit by turns, and when her orgasm finally subsided, I stood and kissed her, sharing the delicious juices with the one who had produced them."

"The rest of my story is pretty dull compared to what I've already told you. If you had looked through the door, you'd have seen seven women lying on the floor, with their hands and mouths busy with whichever breast or pussy was nearest. I truly believe that I had more orgasms that day than I'd ever had in even a whole week before then. I simply have no way to guess how many times I climaxed, but know it was at least six. In short, it was simply the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me, before or since. Even when I finally fed Ray's cock to Gilly, it wasn't as arousing as when Sam had been nullified. It's sad to say, but I'm sure that never again in my life will I be that excited, that aroused, that turned on, or whatever else anyone chooses to call it. It was just the best."

Continued in Chapter 5