Annie's Plan

A half hour after her husband JB3 (John Biltum III) had taken his nightly tranquilizer and gone to bed, she had snuck in and given him a hypnotic drug injection. Combined with the tranquilizers a herd of elephants could have rumbaed through the room and he wouldn’t have been disturbed. Annie was an expert with a needle, 26 years as an insulin dependant diabetic had taught her how to inject with no notice.

First she stripped the bedclothes, and then with a bandage scissor she removed her husbands pajamas. Once he was naked she spread eagled him and tied his hands and legs to the four corners of the bed frame. Then to finish the job she used three tie-down straps with turnbuckles to secure him fully to the bed.

For Annie and JB3 this was the second marriage each. They had gotten married seven years before, it was not so much a May December marriage as it was an October December marriage. JB3 at age 68 was 10 years older than Annie.

The first two years of the marriage had been great. They shared an interest in handguns and went shooting once a week to keep their eye and hand. Dining, dinner theater often, and plenty of sex.

Annie for her part had not had a particularly easy life. She had married at 18 and had a son at age 22. The boy was sickly, and horrified her then husband that a strong man such as he could have such a disaster spring from his loins. Annie protected her little son like a tigress. At age 32 she was diagnosed with diabetes, vowing never to give in, she followed all instructions to the letter. She exercised, followed a rigid diet and gave up alcohol except for an occasional glass of wine. At age twelve her son died of cancer. Whether her then husband grieved or not is still open to debate. Annie left him after her son’s funeral, filed for divorced and moved to Florida.

She found a job and was on her own, without a husband, or father to look over her for the first time in her life. Annie blossomed. She had always been cheerfully promiscuous, and precocious. Sexually active at age 12, she liked men and men liked her. Her parents had been openly affectionate to each other and remained sexually active into their 80’s Annie had those same gene’s. While still married to her first husband she had a lot of bump and run encounters. Old friends, new friends, it just seemed like the friendly thing for her to do, lay down on her back spread her legs and tell the man come and get me. A good example of this early in her first marriage was with a young postman. He had knocked at the apartment door early one morning to collect .03 postage due. Annie still in her bedclothes, grabbed him by the hand, pulled him into the apartment kitchen. She backed onto the kitchen table spread her legs wide to reveal her sex, grinned at the postman and said: “Trade ya.” About once a month after that they traded postage due, nothing serious, just a few quick strokes and both felt better all day long.

On her own she had a string of lovers and encounters until she was introduced to JB3. They fell in love and were married. What held her together during all her troubles was her ability to separate her personal life with its soap opera overtones, and her sexual appetite. This coupled with her religious beliefs allowed her to live a personally satisfying life. Of course she did have to do a lot of Hail Mary’s and gargling after confession on Saturday evening. But this deep structured belief in forgiveness and redemption, and the mystery of the universe allowed her to be a happy person.

At 58 Annie looked and felt 32. Men constantly hit on her. Her rigorous physical regime kept her tiny figure in shape, never having been a sun worshipper her skin was smooth and clear. With the doctor prescribed premarin she was still wet and juicy. JB3 had lost his interest.

At the two-year mark of their marriage he had a heart attack, angioplasty put him back on the street in five days. But he wasn’t the same. Medications slowly but surely slowed him down, gave him depression, took all the starch out of his personality and left him with a limp noodle. He lost all interest in sex.

At first Annie was too scared to even bring the subject up. Finally the itch became too great for her and she confronted JB3. He confessed his libido was gone. They muddled along after that. Annie resisted the temptation to rape the mailroom clerk or one of the visiting salesman at her office, but she was in bad shape. She masturbated frequently, but it wasn’t the same.

Then two years ago a watershed event took place. Annie was fitted with and adapted to an insulin pump. The change was immediate and dramatic. She told everyone that would listen; she didn’t know how bad she had felt before, and how great she felt now.

Now primed, full of piss and vinegar she was ready to be reamed, steamed and dry-cleaned, except her reamer had died. Not willing to divorce JB3 and unable to find a solution to this problem, she continued to masturbate.

Then one day while surfing the net she came upon a modification website with a castration theme. She was fascinated, she searched further and found tons of stories, which she read and reread. The gem of an idea was forming in her head. She had a particular fondness for stories where the wife had the husband castrated so he would not be jealous when his wife pins a pair of horns on him. ‘That’s us,’ said Annie to herself.

‘JB3 would never agree to this so I will have to make it an ultimatum.’ Reasoned Annie.

So on she read until she felt she was ready to act.

She called an old friend back and Pennsylvania about technique; this was a truly old friend. He was a little taken aback by the subject, but after some urging he described to her how he and his father castrated bull calves when he was a boy on the farm.

‘So it is a lot simpler than it seems.’ Not wanting to leave any trail in case things went wrong she decided to use items from around the house and JB3’s little workshop. Annie’s plan was simple she would castrate JB3, whether he wanted it or not. After his little problems were removed he would have the perfect excuse not to be interested in sex, and according to what Annie had read wouldn’t be upset when she gave her trusty right hand a rest and sat on some guy’s cock.

Now with JB3 naked and trussed up like a Christmas goose, she was ready to bring him back to life. She had a needle already with a small dose of insulin, just enough to wake him up and not enough to send him into cardiac arrest.

While she was waiting for the insulin to kick in, she pulled in a small handcart that contained all the items she would need for his emasculation.

Annie removed her clothing and hopped up JB3’s chest. “Come on JB3 wake up rise and shine, it is a new day.”

“Huh, what?”

“I’m in a bad way JB3 eat me.”

“Huh.”

“You know eat me JB3, you used to like to eat me. If you can’t cut the mustard at least you can lick the jar it came in. Now get busy.” Annie slid her cunt onto his face and began a back and forth motion.

JB3 did his best. He was a little confused from his unknown chemical intake, but he did his best.

Annie was so excited that in spite of JB3’s halfhearted effort she came in his mouth.

“Oh JB3, that was nice, not good but nice, it shows me you still care. Now I still care for you but this is what I think of our sex life.” Annie let loose a stream of urine into his mouth.

JB3 tried to move and for the first time discovered he was hog-tied to the bed. “What the fuck is this.”

“It’s a surprise dear JB3.” With that Annie moved back on to JB3 chest, she reached over and picked up his Glock from the cart and said: “Open wide JB3.”

JB3 was still spitting out urine and didn't pay any attention until he realized he was staring into the barrel of a 9mm parabellum. His mouth fell open.

Annie shoved the gun into his open mouth and slowly squeezed the trigger of the double action automatic. It cocked and the hammer went home on an empty chamber.

“Jesus fucking Christ Annie have you lost your mind.”

Annie felt a warm stream of urine hit her back as JB3 lost control of his bladder.

She held the pistol in the air and racked the slide back chambering a round.

“No JB3 I have come close but I haven’t lost my mind. Now you have two choices and ten seconds to make up your mind. Choice number one is you let me castrate you and cut your cock off tonight, nut you would be another phrase, you will be a eunuch. Supposed to be good for heart patients. That way I can take on a lover or two to haul my ashes regularly and you won’t get jealous, and I won’t feel guilty for fooling around on you. Choice two you open your mouth and I put one of these 125-grain hollow points into your brain. Your as good as dead to me already, this will just be tidying up a bit. So will it be door number one or door number two. One.”

“Your insane.”

“Two”

“Come on Annie, quite fooling around, let me up and we will talk.”

“Three.”

“Cut that out, lets talk, honey, come on what’s the problem.”

“The problem is I need stroking and stoking, and your stoker has gone south. You won’t exercise or diet so you can get off the bloody medication. I need to be fucked, and you won’t do it. Five years now, I am ready to fuck the whole 5th fleet when they come back from a Med Cruise, and you don’t notice. Now that wasted about five seconds, now door number one or door number two?”

“Annie!”

“Nine.”

“Please stop this, you’re scaring me.”

“Ten, well I guess we go to door number two be default. Open wide honey, Annie is going to give you a little pill.” Annie placed the muzzle of the pistol on JB3’s mouth and her other hand begin to pry open his mouth.

“Stop, stop, stop. What was my first choice?”

“I castrate you, and cut your cock off. You will be totally relieved of any sexual desire or the means to fulfill it. I can get a boy friend or two and you won’t care. You can putter around the house, and go to the nit shit little part time job of yours and have the burden of performing as a real husband off your shoulders for good.”

“Annie for god sake, I’m a 68 year old heart patient, what do you want from me.”

“JB3 my dad was still fucking my mother on his 84th birthday, that’s what I want from you.”

“I can’t the medication, my heart, the depression.”

“We have been down this road before JB3, and it goes nowhere. Now let me castrate you or open your mouth and I will blow your brains out. One or the other now!”

Okay, okay, okay, just give me a minute.”

“A minute, you want a minute, you have had five fucking years of my life, five fucking years when you should have been taking care of my business. Five years when I could have been getting laid by someone, anyone who likes pussy rather than self-flagellation. I get offers all the time and haven’t taken them up, well that is over, from now on anyone in pants old enough to get it hard can have me.”

“I think you have made your choice JB3, now open wide and Annie will put you out of your misery.”

Obligingly JB3 opened his mouth. Annie leaned forward kissed him on the forehead and straightened up. She tenderly put a hand behind his head and pulled his head up so he wouldn’t jerk. She put the barrel in his mouth and started to pull the trigger.

Just when Annie was about a ¼ ounce shy of the 3lb trigger pull JB3 screamed and shook his head: “No Annie, please do anything to me you want, but don’t shoot.”

“Geese, you took long enough to make up you mind. It was almost the last oral sex you ever had, sucking off your own pistol.” In a way Annie was relieved making up a story about her trussed up husband committing suicide would have been a lot of trouble.

“Now according to everything I have read in order for you to more fully accept your emasculation, see I have a whole new vocabulary, we don’t use any pain killers. This is supposed to make your transition to a eunuch and cuckold easier and quicker. Now after you heal and I find boys to fuck me, you will have to give up the bedroom, at my age I have no intention of being stroked in the front seat of a car or a motel, I will want the comfort of my own little bedy by. You don’t have to agree that is the way it is going to be. I don’t need your money, the condo is in my name, so you will do as you are told and stay out of my way because I will be making up for lost time. I may even try a gang bang, but there is five years of thorniness built up in my little twat and she is going to get some serious dick from now on.”

“Okay Annie, whatever you say, but could you kind of move the pistol away from my face, you know how light the trigger pull is on it.”

“Oh am I scaring you. Don’t worry if I had wanted to do you in all of this would have been unnecessary. I’d have just snuck in here during the night stuck the pistol in your ear and said it was suicide.”

“You wouldn’t have done that would you?”

“JB3 one of the reasons I married you was your horniness, when you lost that you lost me, but don’t worry I am going to keep you here to clean the condo for me and pick up after me.”

“You aren’t really going to cut my balls and dick off are you?”

“JB3 you really are a fool, of course I am. Just be thankful I don’t plan, at least yet, to feed you ‘creamy pie’.”

“What the hell is ‘creamy pie’?”

“Well since you asked, the wife goes out and gets laid and gets herself all filled up with her boyfriends cum. Then she comes home and sits on he husband/eunuchs face and makes him eat the scum out of her cunt. Sounds delicious doesn’t. I think that will be saved for my first gang bang. Maybe at the office party this year, I’ll take on the whole staff and when I am so full of cum I squish when I walk run home and feed it to you.

Wouldn’t that be a really great Christmas surprise, eating all the males in my office by proxy?”

“No, come on you have got to be joking about this whole affair, castration, emasculation, creamy pie, this is some sort of shock therapy your trying on me.”

“No, talking time is over, its time for your to be cut.” Said Annie with grim determination.

Annie began to prepare her husband, first she put a small rubber ball in his mouth, then she used duct tape to close his mouth. “Don’t want you disturbing the neighbors with any noises do we JB3.”

Then she went to her little cart she picked up a homemade device she had made. It had a loop of tiger tail wire threaded through a nut there the wire was attached to a wooden handle. She pulled JB3’s nuts through the loop and began to twist the handle. “This is the start JB3, I am going to numb you nuts for you. Of course they have been numb for a long time.” She slowly twisted the wire handle until his nuts were squeezed into a small package and were turning colors from lack of blood.

“That looks about right, now for the cock.” Annie picked up a length of auto fuel pump line she had found in the garage and threaded it into JB3’s penis, she slowly worked it in until she could feel the end of the tube in his prostate.

So far JB3 was just a little uncomfortable.

Annie picked up a second home made tourniquet and placed it as the base of the cock she had just put the band on.

“Here is where it gets real intense. You know there is always the possibility of the cavalry riding to your rescue with flags flying and bugles blowing, not much but some.

So I had to decide should I be interrupted, before you are completely gelded which would be worse for you running around with a cock with no balls, or balls but no cock. Given the state you are in I decided that loosing your cock first would be the best thing. It makes castrating you problematic and a welcome relief. A man running around with a set of balls, and no cock has got to be the most embarrassing situation you can imagine. I even toyed with the idea of just cutting your cock off, and letting you live a life of shame. That though probably wouldn’t work, since you might have enough testosterone to try to play catch up with me. So JB3.say good by to your cock.”

Annie picked up an exacto knife and carefully made circular cuts at the base of the penis until it was detached from the body. She had done a reasonably good job of securing him to the bed, still the pain caused him to buck so hard the bed started moving across the floor.

“Be a man one more time JB3, tale your castration like a man. Now as I understand it is very important when you castrate a man to get as much of the spermatic cord as is possible. The doctors do it by cutting into the stomach and drawing the balls back up through their canals. Now I am a good chef, but not that good with a knife so we are just going to have to make do with the simplest method and hope for the best. Now its time JB3, your going to be nutted now.”

Annie took the exacto knife and made careful delicate little cuts on JB3’ scrotum until his balls popped out. Then she took two bungee straps hooked them around the balls and the other end attached to the bed frame. “JB3 looks like those cords really have a lot of stretch in them. Lets let them stretch a while, you can lay their and think of all the pussy you are going to miss, and all the men that will be fucking me, I am going to get a snack see you in say about a hour.”

Needless to say JB3 was in a good deal of pain. Annie for her part hoped she didn’t kick of a heart attack, as this would also require a good deal of explanation. She had some sugar free cookies and a glass of skimmed milk then returned to the bedroom.

“Well I see you haven’t gone any place. Let get this over with so you can get on with you new life.” Annie picked up the garden pruning shears and clipped JB3’s cords close to his body. “There your done JB3 you’re a real and true eunuch, you have been made into a cockless balls free nothing, just keep that in mind you’re a nothing now. There are a couple more details, first a shot, not for the pain but to help your transition. This is liquid estrogen, it will save you from the hot flashes, you can start edon the ‘pill’ next week I want you nice and docile and feminine from now on.”

Annie left JB3 tied to the bed for the next two days. She had a bedpan and had hooked a plastic tube onto his fuel pump catheter so he had no problem there. She fed him and wiped his fevered brow. By Monday the pain had stopped. She called in sick for him and said he would be out for a week. At five days the tourniquets fell off and JB3 could move a bit. By a week he was back to his new normality. Annie continued administering the inject able estrogen and started a regime of oral contraceptives. Not that she expected he would get pregnant, but she felt from her reading this would get the male hormones out of his system and get his body used to being submissive.

JB3 would of like to have had revenge at first, but as his body healed and got used to the estrogen it became less and less important. Annie informed him if he didn’t behave she would withhold the estrogen and he would have a combination male/female menopause that would drive him crazy. Whether or not this is true is a good question, but JB3 didn’t want to prove it.

Annie made him switch doctors to one of her choosing. This doctor was a radical feminist, unusual for a man, who was almost always defending his ability to practice medicine for his actions. He without question accepted Annie’s word that her husbands emasculation was done due to cancer. Annie of course was present for each check up to make sure JB3 even as docile as he became would keep his mouth closed.

True to her word Annie fucked every man that even glanced at her. She stepped up her own estrogen intake to make sure she stayed wet and receptive. One interesting thing she found was that the men that did the best job on her liked hair on a woman’s pussy. So she stopped trimming her pubic hair and let he bush get nice and thick. The repeaters the ones who banged her on her desk after office hours, and in the broom closet during breaks and the ones she brought home were now confined to those that like this new natural look.

True to her word she didn’t try to feed JB3 any ‘creamy pie’ He was very docile now, and gave up his part time job, and just cared for the house and puttered in the small yard. Annie though he would succumb to senility, but had not counted on the therapeutic aspect of his emasculation and introduction to female hormones. He became more mentally alert although his ambition did not return. He began to talk to Annie and this irritated her. Actually he begin to chatter away like a nervous school girl. She was to busy playing pussy catch-up, to really listen to him all that closely. But the talking was getting on her nerves.

“JB3, how do you like my cunt now. You used to like it neatly trimmed, but I have found most guys like a really hair bush to eat or fuck.” That one shut him up and made Jb3 sulk for about a week.

Then the chattering begin again. Long lines at the supermarket, the paper boy was always late, why didn’t she come home evenings.

“JB3 you know what they say about black men. Well it is not true I have been doing an informal survey of the men that fuck me. The black men are on average the same size soft or hard, while the white guys blow up when they get near my pussy.”

He sulked again for a week. Then he couldn’t seem to keep quiet. Unlike before the castration when he was un-talkative unless he had a couple of beers, he was chattering away seemingly to fill dead air space.

Having had her fill of this she tried another zinger on him. “JB3 I got a 19 year old Sailor from the base today. No technique, but oh god, could he recover quickly, four times he fucked me, I had to finally blow him to get him soft. Boy was that a trip.”

Again a black mood descended on him. He no longer went to the indoor range. Annie had thought it best for her own safety to keep his 9MM locked away. She had a carry permit and still packed her little lady like PPK.

Then came the Christmas party at her office. Leaving for work that morning she informed JB3 not to fix dinner; as she might be late, she didn’t want to disappoint any of her co workers.

About 9 PM she came rolling in the door. She had broken her own rule and had five drinks, eight men and one secretary that turned out to be a closet lesbian.

She staggered into the bedroom so bow legged it looked like she had ridden a horse all day. “Oh god JB3 is I had as many sticking out now as I have had sticking in they would call me a porcupine.” Then she broke into fits of laughter.

“Eight guys JB3, not bad for a 58 year old broad, eight guys fucked me tonight. Oh, did you know Sylvia at my office she is bisexual, she ate me out. She got in line just like the guys. Two at time I took them, at one point Richy was in my cunt and Herb was in my mouth. We tried to get a double, you know one in my ass and one in my cunt, but that didn’t work.”

JB3 was reading in bed listening to his wife’s drunk recounting of her afternoon and night. A tear streaked down his cheek.

“I have been reading EA again JB3, its time for you to try ‘creamy pie’. Time for you to eat another man’s cum, actually a lot of men’s cum out of my pussy. Now lie down and I will feed you.”

“Please Annie don’t make me do this, that is to humiliating. You’ve castrated me, cut my cock off and verbally tortured me, don’t make me do anything that disgusting.”

“Oh don’t be a wuss. You used to say you liked every part of my body, now all I want you to do is eat a little cum out of me, sooth my pussy with your tongue and maybe, just maybe eat my ass out. That’s not too much to ask, just a little Christmas special for your Annie.”

“Please no.”

“Okay mother fucker.” Annie reached into her purse and pulled out JB3’s 9MM, she wracked the slide and chambered a round. She put the pistol in JB3’s hand and moved the muzzle into his ear. “There you go JB3 just pull the trigger, no ‘creamy pie’ that’s the choice. That’s a wad cutter in there, so it won’t go through you head but it will do the job and you won’t feel a thing.”

“Oh god.”

“Come on JB3 what’s it going to be joint the Saints or eat my cunt.”

“I’ll eat you.”

“Good boy. I must really stink down there. Eight guys cuming in my at least twice each, there must be a quart of cum for you to swallow get busy.” Annie mounted his mouth and he began to lick and suck her.

“This has to be a regular thing from now on JB3, I’ll get myself laid, and you will clean me up. I don’t plan to wash anymore down there, just your tongue, guys like the smell of ripe pussy; it really gets them going and cuming. Now remember any time you get tired of this just let me know and I’ll blow your brains out. Suicide being a mortal sin and all I’ll do you so you won’t have that on your soul. Don’t hang around on my account.”

Annie squeezed her cunt and unknown substances dribbled into JB3’s mouth as he ate her.

“JB3 a couple of more changes just to get your attention. From now on when I am home no more toilet, when I have to pee, your mouth is going to take it all, every last drop. Oh by the way forgot to tell you, your old pal Russell stopped by the other day. I took him in the broom closet and blew him twice. I didn’t know he fooled around, your changes have been so successful will have to call Madge and ask her if she wants me to fix Russell’s wandering ways for good.”

“Noo, don’t do that.”

“Shut up and keep eating me. One final change we are spending way too much on toilet tissue so from now on when I have a bowel movement you will clean me up with you tongue, when you get used to the taste, I’ll start shitting in your mouth.”

“Ohhh.”

“Don’t be that way JB3, just whenever you can’t take anymore write me a little note that says ‘I can’t take it anymore’ and sign it, then when you are least expecting it I will put your pistol in your ear and give you a nice send off. Just think of the wake at your funeral, I’ll only invite men and take them all on after we put you in the ground. Six feet of earth for you, and six inches of cock for me, sound good?”

NOTE: This presents an interesting conundrum, will JB3 give up and write the note, or will he make a vow to live forever to get some sort of revenge.