Flea Market Finds

James felt that the selective seratonin reuptake inhibitors (sorry no brand names) his wife of twenty years was taking had saved the marriage. Most of the time she was a cute small sweet woman, but disagreements could make her go from sweetheart to 100% bitch in 3.9 seconds. The drugs had smoothed her out, and things that used to set her off , now did not bother her, and James life was peaceful. He was a faithful husband, who quite often felt put upon by her diatribes of his unfaithfulness. Truth be know, he felt like one woman was enough.

After about two years his wife Rose began to change. She had been tight fisted where money was concerned, but she seemed to snap. First is was on line gambling, her bank account went from around a four thousand dollar balance to overdraft, then another four thousand on the credit cards. She finally got over the gambling, and turned to the TV shopping networks. There she ran up another six or seven thousand dollars in debt before tiring of this activity. Her latest activity was flea markets, she brought home a continually line up of what James considered junk. He felt they were well enough off that they could by what they needed new, and that most of her purchases were unusable, more to spend money than anything else.

They had it out, James said he loved her and couldn’t see her ruining her life by spending herself into the poor house. While she made good money she was spending about twice as much as she made.

Rose took this the wrong way. Her come back was: “Your afraid I will die and leave you with a bunch of debts, well I have insurance on all my accounts you don’t have to worry about being broke.”

“No James,” replied, “I am afraid I will die and you will have all that life insurance money and spend it on gambling or flea market crap in about two weeks.”

Rose had no response to this, but inside she was boiling.

They reached a sort of truce, and for a couple of weeks while she visited the flea markets James saw nothing new accumulated in their large cathedral ceiling A frame house.

It was a Sunday morning about 6 AM, when James began to feel strange. He was about half awake when something grabbed him by the ankles and started to pull him out of bed about a foot at a time. He looked down to see that his ankles were shackled to a whipple tree and that a steel cord and hook were in the center ring. He tried to grab onto the bed but the force was too great. Out the door he was dragged, onto the landing, then out into space from his second story bedroom.

“Good morning James, time to get up.” Said a cheery Rose. “Have got to show you all the great things I got a the flea market over the last three weeks. All the stuff I bought is really useful, not junk like you said. You hurt my itty bitty feelings.”

James who was hanging upside down by his ankles could only get out” “What fuck?”

“Oh be a dear, I am going to show you everything. First I got a really good deal on the whipple tree, the vendor had all kinds of old farm tools, then another guy gave me the great buy on the come along. Now I am going to lower you so you can see all the other great things.”

Rose had a little trouble with the ratchet, but finally got the upside down James where his head was about two feet off the floor.

“See this James, these are illegal now, it is an old fashioned castrating device for calves.” Rose was holding a device that looked like a pair of bolt cutters, but with a round steel cylinder where the jaws would be. “When you close the handles these two springs snap together and crush the cords of the balls. But they don’t always work as they are supposed to.”

“Rose??????”

“Oh James, shut up, you were right, all that life insurance, I’m going to kill you, but first we are going to have some fun.”

“Rose?”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t like this, so will have to gag you.” With that Rose put a piece of duct tape over James’ mouth. “There that is much better, I got the tape for only a dollar a roll. Now lets try these out since you won’t need your cock any more where you are going, lets see what my toy will do.”

Rose pulled his penis through the opening and closed the handles hard James let out a soundless scream as his cock was turned into hamburger.

“Gee maybe they do work after all, lets try your balls now.” Rose worked and worked on his scrotum, which had drawn up tighter than a kettledrum. Finally getting it loose enough she pulled James balls through the opening and squeezed the handles.

James passed out from the pain.

“Here you go James, someone at the flea market had smelling salts.” Giggled Rose as she held a bottle over his nose. “Well James you’re a eunuch now, for a man like you without a working cock and balls, life wouldn’t be very good would it now. See over there it’s a tripod, they tell me it well hold a V8 Ford engine. It should do quite nicely for you. I am going to hang you now. See how many great uses there are for stuff at the flea market.”

Rose lowered James onto the floor, after attaching a noose to his neck. “The guy with all the rope, didn’t know how to make a hangman’s knot, besides you need a long drop for that to work, this slip knot will be painful but James it will do the trick for you.”

Rose dragged the rope over to the tripod and through a pulley and attached it to a second come along. Then she slowly dragged James over to the tripod and into the air. With his feet shackled to the make shift leg spreader, he had to concentrate to keep pressure off the rope. She continued to raise him until he was on his very tippy toes.

“James I have read there all kind of things happen when you hang someone. Men in particular, they shit themselves, piss all over the place, and get a hard-on. Will you get a hard-on for your Rose one last time James honey?”

Rose then proceeded to rip the tape off James mouth. He sucked in air as best he could.

She gave him a minute or two recovery time, then asked: “I’ll bet you balls really hurt don’t they James?”

He could not speak so he nodded as best you can with a slip not holding you aloft.

“The Chinese guy at the flea market had these for just a buck, aren’t they great, I’ll fix you right up so your balls don’t hurt any more.” Said Rose as she flashed a craft knife in front of James’ bulging eyes.

James was beginning to believe he was a goner.

Rose pulled up a stool, and rested her feet on the whipple tree so James couldn’t move, and with the craft knife cut James scrotum off. He screamed and bucked.

“Oh James the cords arereally crushed, that old thing did its job, you have all kinds of swelling, I fix it for you.” With that Rose grabbed the naked hanging gonads and cut the cords. “I know James how you are about germs, but don’t worry, you aren’t going to live long enough to get infected. Good by James.” With his balls still in her hands she went to the handle on the come along and give it three quick pulls.

James was lifted free of the ground, his wind cut off by the slip knot. His bowels and bladder let go and he got an erection.

“My god its true James.” Said Rose as she fumbled with switch on the come along and took the strain off the rope. “I love you so James, you did get a hard-on for me.”

Leaning into his body with her hands in his crotch Rose began to kiss his neck and bite his ear and whispered: “James, I bought one more thing, it took a lot of negotiation but I got it for my price. Feel it against you cock.” She continued to nuzzle him in a loving manner. “It’s a straight razor hon, I’ve castrated you, now I am going to be very nice to you and cut your cock off.” With her left hand she grabbed his head and kissed him, with her other she sawed his cock off. “There you go James, you’re a cockless, ball-less emasculated eunuch, you won’t want to live like this would you” She bent his head forward and while continuing to kiss him, cut his throat.

It took a while for the horror of what she had done to sink in to Rose’s drug addled mind. When it finally dawned on her, she cut James down. Then she placed the slip know around her own neck. Death didn’t seem like enough punishment, so she took the straight razor, and cut her nipples and clit off. Bleeding and in pain, she gave the handle of the come along a few pumps, and she was air born. She felt her bowels empty, her bladder release, and a wonderful orgasm as she dove into the darkness.