The Dick in the Wall

                                                            by Enoch
 

            I woke up naked in a small, dirty cell.  There was a toilet against the wall, and strangest of all, a man’s penis poking through a hole in the wall.  I looked closer, and recognized it as my husband’s.  I thought back, and the last thing I remembered was walking back to the car from the movie theatre with my husband.  Women dressed in black jumped out of black van and grabbed us both as we passed by.  I remember one of them put a cloth against my mouth and I passed out.  Chloroform, apparently.

            I ran to the wall where my husband’s penis was.  I said, “Warren, can you hear me?  Where are we?”

            Warren’s voice was muffled, but I could understand him.  “I can hear you.  I don’t know where the hell we are?  Who were those women?”

            “I don’t know.  Why is your dick sticking through the wall?”

            “Hell if I know.  They’ve got me tied in some contraption so I’m facing the wall.  I can’t move at all.  There’s some kind of porcelain surface under my ass, I guess some kind of toilet.  I guess I have to pee into your room.  Sorry.”

            “Don’t worry, there’s a toilet underneath your dick.  Just tell me when you’ve got to go, OK?  So I can direct your pee.”

            “Sure thing, honey.  What do you think they want with us?  Why this fucked-up arrangement with my dick through the wall?”

            In both rooms, an overhead speaker gave out the sound of a woman’s sultry voice, “I can answer that.  My name is Sumuru.  I am the leader of an organization of militant lesbians.  You are part of an experiment.  What I plan is to convert you, Jenna Jones, into a man-eating lesbian.  My followers will fuck you every day, so that you will forget fumbling male love and realize the glories of sweet lesbian satisfaction.  And we will not feed you, the only food you will have in your room is sticking through that wall.  Once you have finished that meal, then we will let you out.  Understand?”

            Warren yelled, “You crazy bitch!”        

            I screamed, “You’ll never convert me, and you sure as hell won’t be able to make me eat my husband’s dick!  I’d die first!!!”

            “We shall see about that,” uttered the sexy, evil voice from the speaker.  Then it clicked off and there was no response to their imprecations.

            “Do you think this is really serious?” I asked.

            Warren said, “I guess it is.  Look, I don’t want you to starve to death.  If it comes down to it, do what you have to.”

            “Maybe it won’t be necessary.  We might escape.”

            “I don’t see how.  I certainly can’t.  It’s up to you, darling.”

            Just then, the door to my cell burst open and a squadron of Sumuru’s soldiers entered.  They were dressed like a fetishist’s dream, all in identical black leather hoods, elbow-length gloves, thigh-high boots, corsets and a strap-on dildo harness sporting foot-long black cocks.  They all had enormous tits, well over double-D.  They had blood-red lips and their fingernails and toenails were painted the same crimson shade.  It would almost have been funny, if it wasn’t so terrifying.  They rushed me, grabbed me, bore me to the floor.  I struggled against them, but there were too many, and they were very strong.  They spread my legs apart and the first one impaled me on her gigantic dildo, which was glistening and dripping with lubricant.  I’d never had anything like that inside me before.  She fucked me like a madwoman, but never said anything or made a single sound.  Her thrusts speeded up and she apparently came.  She dismounted and the next took her place.  I could hear Warren yelling, asking what was happening.  I tried not to cry out, so that Warren wouldn’t be worried.  Much to my shame, Sumuru’s treatment was working.  I’d never thought about lesbian sex before, but I knew I had never come while being fucked by a man, not even Warren.  He tried, but he always came too quickly, and I’d have to finish myself off.  But these women were relentless.  I tried to think about other things, but found myself getting wetter and hotter.  The dildos wouldn’t go soft on me, and soon I was moaning with pleasure.  Warren heard and assumed they were torturing me.  After the third woman, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and gasped out as I came.  It was the best orgasm I’d ever had.  Warren again thought I was gasping with pain.  His protests got louder.  I started to shout, “It’s OK, I’m fine!” but was silenced quickly by one of the guards sitting her pussy on my face.  I thought about biting her, but knew they would just take it out on poor Warren.  She squeezed her thighs and I realized I had to lick her or be smothered.  It was strange at first.  All the women’s pussies were completely hairless.  I licked and was surprised not to be disgusted.  It actually tasted good.  I stuck my tongue in her vagina, and she seemed to like that.  I ran it up and down her slit and she ground her pussy into my face.  She was very wet, and I knew my face would be covered with her juices.  I came again from being fucked by the fourth woman, and it made the cunt in my mouth all the sweeter.  She came, and was replaced by yet another.  It went on for hours, Warren getting hoarse from yelling.  There were over twenty of them, and each fucked me and got sucked by me at least once.  I came over and over, each time seemed better than the last.  Finally, they left me exhausted, covered in pussy-juice.  I went to sleep, and I dreamed about eating a hotdog in a bun, but then I looked and saw it was attached to my husband.  I awoke with a start.

            I went over to the wall with my husband’s dick, and said, “I’m back honey.  Don’t worry, I’m OK.”

            “What did they do to you?”

            I debated lying, but had the feeling Sumuru would reveal the deception.  “They raped me, tried to turn me into one of them.  But my love for you is strong.  I didn’t give in.”

            “Good girl.  That must have been horrible for you.”

            “I can take it, whatever they dish out.  Nothing can defeat our love.”

            “I love you Jenna.”

            “I love you Warren.”

            “Honey, it’s been several hours now.  I need to pee bad.”

            “Sure, I’ll hold it.”  I took it in my hand and pointed it at the toilet.  He started to piss, and it felt funny holding it while it splashed into the toilet, inches from my face. 

            When he finished, he said, “Thanks baby.”

            I said, “No problem.”

            Then he said, “What did they do to you, exactly?”

            I noticed his dick had gotten a little hard.  I said, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

            My husband said, “Come on, we need to discuss it, work it out so we don’t feel weird about it later.  And who knows, maybe we could find some clue that might help us get out of here.”

            I reluctantly agreed.  Then I smiled to myself, realizing I’d been talking to the only part of him I could see, his cock.  So I described how they were dressed and what they looked like.  So he said, “The strap-ons they were wearing, did they use those on you.”

            “I don’t see what…”

            Come on.  Any detail, remember?”

            “Oh, all right.  Yes, they fucked me with them.  There were over twenty of them, each one fucked me at least once.  I feel very stretched and sore.”

            I noticed his dick start to grow.  He said, “Did they do anything else…”

            I cut him off.  “Are you getting off on this?  I was raped, Warren!  And you’re getting a fucking hard-on!”

            Warren apologized, “I’m so sorry, honey.  It’s not my fault.  Just mechanical response.  The thought of you being raped, even by women, makes me sick.  I just want to get back at them.  Give them a taste of their own medicine, rape them!”

            His dick had gotten even stiffer.  “What!?  You want to fuck them now?  After what they did to me!  Sorry Warren, but I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

            Warren apologized, but I ignored him.  Hours passed.  I kept glancing over at his dick, still erect.  I was mad at it.  Men were controlled by them.  Maybe they’d be better off  without them.  I went over to use the toilet myself.  I felt his dick touch my back.  The tip was still a little wet, and it disgusted me. 

            He must have felt me touch him, and said, “Honey.  You there?”

            I grudgingly admitted that I was.  He said, “Don’t be mad, but I’ve got a bad case of blueballs.  Could you give me a blowjob?”

            I rolled my eyes, not that he could see.  “No,” I yelled through the wall.  “For one thing I’m mad at you, for another your dick has pee on it.  So don’t expect me to put my mouth on it.  And it’s right over a toilet, for God’s sake!  Can you imagine how degrading that would be.”

            “Please forgive me.  I didn’t think of that.”  He paused, then said, “Could you give me a handjob instead?” 

            “Damnit!” I swore.  Then, just to shut him the fuck up, I said, “OK.  Just a quickie though.  And you’d better not say anything about me or those other women while I do it!” 

            “Thank you baby.”

            “Don’t ‘baby’ me,” I grumbled.  Then I took hold of his dick and gave him a very mechanical milking.  Though my heart wasn’t in it, he came quickly, and it shot all over my hand.  “Thanks a lot, babe,” was the last thing he said before I heard snores from his side of the wall.  I started to wipe off the cum, grossed out by it, but remembered that I wouldn’t be getting any food here as my stomach groumbled.  So beggars couldn’t be choosers.  I touched my tongue to the oily mess, and managed to lick it off and swallow it down.  It was nasty, but necessary.  I wondered how long I could live off one man’s cum.  Not very long, I imagined.  Finally, I drifted off to sleep.

            I was awakened in the morning by the door opening.  Twenty more identical women entered the room.  I didn’t resist this time, opting to conserve my energy.  I even lay spread eagled on the cold stone floor for them, but they made me turn over this time and stick my butt in the air.  Instead of fucking my cunt with their giant dildos, they took turns with my ass.  I’d only had anal sex once, with Warren, and as it had hurt and I had some rectal bleeding afterwards, we never did it again.  These women didn’t care.  I didn’t think I could get off from being fucked in the ass, but the pressure soon had me dripping with desire.  I began masturbating as they sodomized me.  The orgasms were very intense.  At first, I didn’t care if Warren heard me.  I looked at his dick sticking through the hole and of course it was erect.  I started being intentionally loud, and exhorted my captors to “Fuck me harder!  Deeper!  Oh yes!”.  They obliged me, and I started really meaning it.  When I screamed out, “Fill both my holes!”, one got underneath me and stuck her foot-long strap-on in my cunt while I was still being fucked up the ass.  Double penetration was definitely new to me, but it was worth the wait.  It more than quadrupled the sensation.  Sometimes they were fucking in rhythm, both in at the same time, pulling out at the same time, or when one was thrusting in me, the other pulling out.  I heard Sumuru’s voice over the speaker, saying, “So quickly she learns.  An excellent pupil.  Mr. Jones, it seems your wife is truly enjoying her captivity with us.  It won’t be long now,” she taunted him.  Still mad at my husband, I yelled over, “She’s right.  This is so much better than straight sex.  If we go home, I’m going to leave you for a woman!”  Sumuru laughed.  I looked at his penis and saw him coming into the toilet.  Damn, I thought, good protein wasted.  The sex went on even longer that day.  I lost track of all the orgasms I had.  I wondered if that was what went on here all the time.  Non-stop lesbian sex.  Maybe Sumuru had the right idea. 

I was disappointed when they all left and I wanted more.  My second day without food and all that exercise had left me hungry.  I looked at Warren’s cock again, now quiescent.  I briefly wondered how if would taste.  No, I thought, I need to stay on track.  We can get out of this.  Still horny, I went over to the wall and said, “Warren?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“I’m horny.  Do you want to fuck?”

“Sure.  Um, you’ll have to do most of the work…”

“As usual,” I said under my breath.  I took hold of his cock and stroked it a few times, getting it hard again.  Without any fanfare, I straddled his cock and pushed it into me.  Damn!  I could barely feel it.  They’d stretched me so much, his penis felt tiny.  I couldn’t get any pleasure from it.  I sighed.  “OK, I’m going to suck you instead.” 

“Oh yes, you’re so kind and forgiving, Jenna.”

“Whatever.  I need nourishment.”  Hunger had taken away some of my disgust.  I’d lost some of his cum yesterday when it sprayed out, so today I didn’t want to lose a drop.  I sucked greedily, as hard as I could, determined to make him come as fast as possible.  There was nothing romantic about it at all.  As I did it, I started to really taste the meat of his dick.  It tasted pretty good, and I knew it would get more and more tempting.  I decided to tease him by biting him lightly, to make him think I’d lost control already.  He yelped, and I apologized, saying it was an accident, and he got hard again.  Finally, he came, and every drop was like manna from heaven.  I worked on him some more, trying to get more, but he said he was sore and couldn’t get it up again, so I gave up.  Eventually, I went to sleep.

The next morning, I was again awakened by twenty dyke guards.  This time they sported fifteen-inch long, two-inch thick dildos on their harnesses.  The sight of them sticking out from these gorgeous women got me really horny.  One of them lay on the floor and I lowered myself onto her tremendous dildo.  My pussy stretched to accommodate and I grunted with pleasure as I bobbed up and down on it.  Another put one equally as big at the entrance to my asshole.  I told her, “Go ahead and shove it in, as hard as you can.”  She did, filling me up completely.  I came as soon as she did it, even more intense than before.  I told another I wanted to lick her pussy, so she presented it in front of my face.  I ate her out ravenously.  I was a one-woman orgasm machine at that point.  They kept on fucking me relentlessly.  I loved the feeling of them in me.  I started saying things like, “Fuck my lesbian cunt!  Fill my dyke ass!  I want to be one of you!  I want to do this all the time!”  I really meant it too, not just saying it to hurt my husband or to worry him.  I knew that even if I escaped, I really would become a total lesbian slut, patrolling all the dyke bars each night.  And as it went on, I realized, why should I try to escape?  This was paradise.  I could join Sumuru.  The thought of that future filled with lesbian sex made my pleasure all the more intense. 

When they finished with me for the day, I talked to the speaker in the ceiling.  “Sumuru!  I’ve made my decision.  I will join you.  Send my soon-to-be ex-husband back and I will join your army fighting male dominance.  I am definitely a lesbian now!”

Sumuru laughed.  “I knew you would.  But it is not that easy.  Now you must prove yourself to me.  Show that you’ve left behind all feelings of affection for men.  Bite off your husband’s cock and eat it.  Then we will let you become one of us.”

“But I can’t!  He hasn’t done anything, not really.  Besides, I just want pussy in my mouth from now on.  His dick disgusts me.  Don’t make me do it!  Doesn’t that prove I’m more of a lesbian?”

Sumuru declared, “NO!  You must learn to treat men as what they are, animals, and a food source.  Nothing more!  That is all.”

I went over to Warren’s dick and looked at it.  Hard again.  So gross to look at now, so hard to think that it could once give me pleasure.  But I still couldn’t do it to him.  This time, instead of teasing him with impending emasculation by my teeth, I told him, “I’m going to suck you now.  I won’t bite.”

Warren’s dick deflated a little, as if he thought this was a trick.  He didn’t say anything, which was good.  I put my lips around it and thought how easy it would be.  One bite and it would all be over, for me at least.  But I was squeamish, and still didn’t want to hurt him.  When he came, I swallowed and then left him without a word.  My stomach was growling loudly.  It took me a long time to get to sleep.

I awoke in the morning at the usual time, already horny, already lubricating.  I anticipated eagerly what new experiences they had for me.  I expected the door to open any minute now.  I waited, and waited.  I went over and sucked off Warren for “breakfast”, then waited some more.  At least a couple of hours had passed.  I was really frustrated.  I finally asked the speaker, “Sumuru, where’s your soldiers?  Aren’t they coming?”

Sumuru answered smoothly, “Normally, dear Jenna, today you’d be introduced to the joys of fisting.”  I pondered that, excited by the idea of their fists inside me, really stretching me so that no man could fuck me.  I could be double, triple, even quadruple-fisted.  I moaned in ecstasy at the thought.  Sumuru continued, “But you’ve already demonstrated you are truly one of us, a lesbian.  So giving you what you want would only delay you doing what you know you must.  So anticipate what is waiting for you, not just twenty, but thousands of my women, all ready to welcome you with open arms and legs.  You know what you must do.”  The speaker clicked off.

The idea of an orgy with all those beautiful women waiting for me made me so horny, I had to masturbate furiously.  I came several times fantasizing about it, but I knew it would be only a pale imitation of the reality.  I looked over at the dick on the wall, hating it for keeping me from them.  I went over to Warren’s cock.  I was starving.  It looked so much like a hotdog or sausage.  My mouth was watering.  I couldn’t take it anymore.  All I had to do was just get it over with and I’d be living a new life, nothing but wonderful sex with women.  I imagined Sumuru’s ideal world of only women, and how that would be.  I wanted to make it happen.  And I could start simply by taking my husband’s penis in my mouth and biting it off.  How would it taste, I wondered. 

I thought about Warren, about our life before.  I felt like I must have been sleep-walking then, hypnotized or brainwashed to believe that was happiness.  Did I love him now?  Of course not.  He’d ruined that when he got off on my suffering.  So didn’t he deserve to be punished?  Didn’t all men?  Because they were all alike, if they had seen a videotape of the first time I was raped by that gang of women, they’d all have beaten off watching it.  I hated Warren, and I hated men.  Of all the men I’d known, Warren was the best, but even he was worse than the least woman.  I understood now why Sumuru demanded this proof.  It wasn’t really for her, it was for me.  That dick on the wall represented all the conditioning that had made me a slave to male dominance.  If I destroyed it, incorporated it within me, then I would be free, not just to join Sumuru, but truly free.  The choice was clear. 

I told Warren, “I’m going to eat your cock now.  Hopefully they’ll sew you up and send you back.  Maybe you’ll bleed to death.  I don’t care anymore.  All I know is that I want to bit your dick off and eat it.  I only wish that you could see me do it.”

Sumuru’s voice broke in.  “Actually, he can.  There’s a monitor set up in front of his face.  He used it to watch you get fucked by my soldiers, but he never told you about it.”

Warren begged me, “Please, don’t do it.  I love you.  Remember the good times we had?”

I said, “That’s nothing to me now.  What Sumuru has given me is infinitely better.”  Then I put my mouth on his cock.

He bucked and tried to pull it back, but it was impossible.  He had gone soft, but a few minutes of my skilled ministrations made him erect again.  I wanted it hard and throbbing, like it was when I saw it and realized I hated it, when I bit it off.  Though I was starving, I decided to tease him.  I brought him to the brink of orgasm.  When I started to feel pulsations in the shaft, that was when I bit down with all my might at the very base of the shaft.  He screamed, and it was music to my ears.  I crunched and tore through the flesh.  A few spurts of semen made it through the peehole into my mouth before the blood began spraying.  I jerked my head from side to side like a dog tearing at a piece of meat.  And wasn’t this after all just meat to me?  When it had been almost completely severed, I jerked my head back and it came off with a ‘plop’.  I pulled the shaft, still incredibly erect, out of my mouth and played to the invisible camera in front of me.  I teased him by squeezing his severed member between my breasts, then stuck it in my cunt.  I showed him how little it looked inside, how gaping my pussy had become.  After flavoring it with my cunt-juice, I stuck the head in my mouth.  Warren was probably thinking that it could still be reattached.  Then I bit down on it like one would a pickle.  It made a satisfying crunch.  The taste exploded in my mouth.  It was the most delicious thing I’d ever put in my mouth, and I knew it wasn’t starvation that made me enjoy it so much.  I needed more.  I tried to savor it, but I bit off inch after inch and all too soon it was gone, and I was left with a bloody chin and tits.  Warren was still screaming and crying, “No! No!”, but I had pretty much tuned him out.  Then I heard the door open behind me.  Sumuru’s soldiers came in and all started speaking at once, congratulating me.  I walked out with them to my reception party and a brand-new life.