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The Finale.
Mrs. Gibbs had prepared the 'necessities' the previous evening just after the girls had preceded her to bed. They were around the corner in the kitchen annex, wrapped in some towels - two short lengths of rope to bind his arms and legs before he was hung with a longer length - waiting in the barn... , knives, poultry shears which she had always used for gelding pigs (but which she had intended for dis-membering the body when she placed them there), a short saw, and so on. Mrs. Gibbs began the proceedings, "Girls, we're all 'girls together' and this is going to be bloody and messy so I suggest that for the sake of our clothing and of leaving no trace, we take our things off and leave them on the stool in the corner. I have sacks ready around the corner to put him in and then we'll need to scrub everything down afterwards." The women began divesting themselves of their meagre clothing, Mrs. Gibbs failing to notice that Sue and Linda were already without their knickers. Mrs. Gibbs continued, "Jane, he has no idea of what's going to happen to him and it's better like that, so I wonder if you could perch on his chest so that he can't see what's happening." Jane readily complied and began clambering over Paul, who was in a state of fevered lust once more, surrounded as he was by a literal harem of sexy female flesh with all their magnificent sights and smells - it was like a wild fantasy. He grunted into his knicker-gag as he saw Jane's huge shapely bottom descend and settle inches from his face, her weight making him labour somewhat for his breath. He could smell her musty odour and feel her wet and excited vagina lips pressing onto his chest. Mrs. Gibbs, satisfed that his view was obstructed, fetched the towel wrapped implements and lay them between his well spread and tethered legs. She unwrapped the towel and revealed the gleaming instruments. Sue's eyes flicked morbidly between the sharp metal instruments and the man's huge erection and pendulous balls hanging between his legs - she wondered how long the big flesh-column with it's glistening purple plum would remain erected and throbbing like that as Mrs. Gibbs cut his balls off.... Mrs. Gibbs interrupted Sue's reverie, "Sue, would you hold that thing of his out of the way whilst we get on." Sue gladly complied, taking a firm controlling grip on the erection to Paul's sensual delight. She continued, "Now I'm going to finish him off with this, shortly after we've given him his just deserts," she said holding up one of the short lengths of rope and briefly demonstrating visually that it would be to strangle him with. "So, with a view to your medical training, I'm going to ask you Linda to castrate him if you would." Linda was a little taken aback by this development, but realised that she was obviously the best suited for the task. Before Linda could think further , Mrs. Gibbs had taken the pilot's big balls in her hand and began demonstrating castration techniques to the fascinated girls with the fingers of her other hand acting as mock knives or shears. She showed with her finger and thumb how pigs were generally ringed with a powerful rubber band around the root of the sac to prevent blood-loss before gelding, although she mentioned further that this would not be necessary on this occasion as this man was to die shortly aferwards, and this was being enacted as a punishment for his undoubted crimes against innocents. She also demonstrated with her 'finger-knife' how sometimes an incision could be made vertically along the ball sac and the balls could be lifted out to be snipped from their individual cords such that the knife-slit could be stitched up afterwards, leaving an empty sac. She was happy for Linda to use either method. Mrs. Gibbs explained how she had gelded all manner of farm animals, even helping on one or two of her friends farms. As well as pigs, she had gelded mature rams and younger male sheep, stallions and even a few bulls as it saved on expensive vet's bills. She said a bull would let out deafening bellows as it was being castrated by her. This was really no different in a sense, except that this bastard was lower than a farm animal. Paul's fevered mind began forming dark suspicions as he felt his balls being firmly pulled and finger's tracing around the root of his sac - yet surely not. His fears were dismissed among the thrilling sensations of having his balls handled so erotically like this, whilst the sexy red-head held his hard-on so firmly and posessively. Sue had stood further out to his right than necessary so that he could see her firm naked figure, the out-thrusting profile of her pert buttocks, her upstanding firm breasts and occasional glimpses of her buttock divide, or alternately her red pubic-haired crotch as she shifted and moved. Paul suddenly caught sight of the mature woman's naked form as she went to fetch something else from the kitchen's annex room - first her huge rolling buttocks and then on her return her full bouncing breasts and her dark bush of pubic hair between her powerful and womanly thighs. He could easily see that her nipples were full and obviously excited. As she disappeared again his eyes returned to Jane's great milky-white buttocks crushing his chest, and her deep, dark divide. Mrs. Gibbs returned with a large glass pickle-jar, and placing it between the man's legs said simply "Souvenirs!" Linda smirked her compliance. Sue's eyes widened, and Jane squirmed her excited femininity slightly on the male's firm chest. Linda reached out and grasped the man's big balls firmly at last - she rolled them slightly and felt strangely excited by what she was about to do to him. She decided that this was perhaps every woman's deepest fantasy - to revel in the power of unmanning a large and powerful man as he displayed his excitement to her. She had a brief and exciting fantasy in her mind's eye of her sitting on his face and forcing him to lick her to orgasm as she held the knife to his condemned balls, whilst his frustrated erection jostled between her small but firm and excited breasts. She snapped back to reality and realised that this was real and that she was actually going to do it imminently. She decided to select one of the short knives laid out on the towel and pulled firmly on the balls trapped in her gripping left hand. Mrs. Gibbs interrupted, "Just a minute Linda, let's see just how much of a sex-fiend he really is - why don't you see if you can 'fire him up' Sue - we'll see how much of a man he really is - I bet like all bullys he's got nothing much to offer." Mrs. Gibbs was merely voicing what all the others secretly wanted - they wanted to see him perform. Sue had already been quietly pumping at his great erection, gently and slowly so that the others would not notice. Now she willingly accepted the challenge and began pumping the organ properly. The women all stared fascinated as the big glistening plum was jerked and jostled above Sue's tightly gripping fist. Linda stared, this was almost like her fantasy. Paul could see Sue to his side - she was looking down intently at his penis in her hand and he could see her pert breasts wobbling deliciously as she did so. He felt that he could sense all the women's eyes on his excited parts. His eyes flicked between Jane's big bottom, and Sue's joggling breasts and he could feel another female hand pulling on his balls. Sue took in the marvellous feel and sight of the big hard-on that she was pumping, and also noticed excitedly that Linda was holding the knife dangerously close to the stretched ball sac - with all the movement it was possible that the knife might prematurely cut the man's sac a little. She hoped not as she wanted to see the man come - and how much he was going to give.... Linda decided cruelly that she was going to cut him while he was coming, after all this wasn't for his pleasure, it was his punishment... She rolled the balls again absent-mindedly and gripped the knife a little tighter. It was ironic that all the while Paul believed that he was being used as a sex-toy by the four women; maybe they'd had their fun and just wanted him to have his relief (though what the mature woman was going crazy about earlier he had no idea.) Paul's senses were whirling as he seemed to focus on Jane's big sweating buttocks almost slipping about on his chest as she now almost blatantly agitated her excited crotch on him. Paul's orgasm began mounting - Sue sensed it and started murmuring her encouragement, "Come on....come on, let's have it...come on....". She wanted to see his seed come out, and she wanted to see him castrated - to help speed things up infact she opened her legs just a little and turned slightly so that he could see her crotch She smiled to herself as she saw his head turn and look between her legs. His mind raced, 'God, look at that little red-haired pussy, I can see her lips - they're swollen, Nnnnn I'm going to come...". Linda felt the ball sac tensing in her hand as Sue felt the flesh-column jerk harder than ever - and then it happened - the most almighty string of come jerked out of the gaping eye of the plum and lashed across Jane's large breasts. Paul practically screamed his relief into Jane's tightly balled knicker-gag as Jane yelped her shock. "My goodness!", exclaimed Mrs. Gibbs. Sue was shocked as she saw another great string lash out onto Jane's lower belly and the very top of her thick brown pubic bush. Linda chose the moment and the knife cut into the root of the sac. Paul suddenly realised what was happening even mid-orgasm as he was, though the knife was sharp and the pain surprisingly slight. Linda seemed almost expert as she very quickly opened half the sac and pulled a testicle out - incredibly Paul was still coming and Sue was still pumping. A further gout leapt out landing on his belly between Jane's open thighs, almost reaching her crotch. Instinctively and extremely cruelly, Sue's left hand crossed over her right and she grabbed the bloody and free testicle still attached by it's cord and squeezed and pulled on it. Linda hooked the knife under it and sliced the cord. A final dribble of seed oozed down over Sue's tightly gripping fist as her other hand dropped the severed testicle into the pickle jar. Paul was now fighting his bonds in agony, as much from the realisation of what was being done to him as from the pain, whilst Jane began pushing down on him to hold him still. Sue pulled his still very erect penis out of the way whilst Linda's fingers fished inside Paul's bloodied opened sac for the other testicle, caught it and pulled it out. She cut it free and quickly dropped it in the jar, then suddenly motioned Sue to release the still erect organ - there had been no time for it to deflate due to Linda's very rapid actions. Linda roughly grabbed Paul's large erection, and feeling the stickiness of his sperm on it, bent it down towards her crotch. She sawed into the root, blood spraying out as she did so and pulled on the now rapidly diminishing organ. A couple of more strong cutting actions whilst pulling and it came free in her hand. She held it aloft like a trophy as gouts of blood pumped out of the wound and Paul's strength slipped away. She squeezed the deflated organ hard so that the crown protruded out and then dropped it into the pickle-jar along with the balls. Mrs. Gibbs had moved swiftly and was busy garroting the remaining life from the pilot behind Jane's bottom, although he had received fatal injuries from Linda's cruel knife and there was little life to finish off. Paul expired quickly and Jane felt his chest heave a last time before ceasing beneath her. She looked at the bloody, gory mess between his legs and then at the organs in the pickle jar, which had lost all their power now - reduced to mere meat infact. The women worked for around half an hour on the corpse, all surprisingly taking to the act like naturals. Paul had become an in-animate object, meat to be disposed of as his dis-membered body was placed into the sacks by the women. Mrs. Gibbs put her boots on and a coat over her nakedness, and took the sacks out one at a time to an undisclosed place whilst the girls scrubbed the table and floor carefully. Jane wiped Paul's thick sperm from her breasts and belly, though some of it had dribbled into her pubic hair and onto her pussy-lips and was hard to remove. The following day, before the girls had awoken, Mrs. Gibbs took the man's uniform out to a garden rubbish burner and began disposing of it. She kept his Iron Cross medal, however, and later dropped it into the pickle-jar now in her bed-side cabinet, to join the severed penis and balls. The women worked on the farm as usual that day, and that evening Mrs. Gibbs prepared a marvellous casserole for them all. They assumed it was pork, although Sue felt it tasted a little different as she chewed on a piece of meat in her mouth. Afterwards they retired to bed. Mrs. Gibbs did not go straight to sleep however, she took out her jar and - staring at the severed penis and balls - masturbated herself to a wonderful orgasm.
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