The Institute ( by Ibn -S)

At 50 my interest in teenage girls was greater than it had been at 18, and I never passed up an opportunity to bed one of the sweet things. My lifestyle was well known, even by my colleagues at work. More than once an upwardly mobile female had lectured me on the finer points of feminism, but I never listened. I never paid any attention to women over 25 anyway, not unless they were something really special.

I had chosen to live in a college town, figuring the annual supply of fresh young pussy would never disappoint me. The best way to snare one of these baby girls was at one of the numerous local taverns. An older man driving a Mercedes with just a hint of a British accent spelled security and big bucks to these ingénues; my success rate was phenomenal. To tell the truth they weren’t all that different than their older counterparts, but I didn’t see any reason to settle for yesterday’s kittens when I could so easily have the real thing. Or so I thought in those days.

My odyssey began one evening that was scarcely different than a hundred others at one of the watering holes convenient to my apartment. It did pique my curiosity somewhat when that night’s young stuff approached me and asked if I’d like to buy her a beer. For a moment I thought she was a hooker, but her inexperience and lack of self-confidence soon reassured me that it was my considerable charisma that had drawn her over to my table like a moth to a flame.

She said her name was “Candy” in that little squeaky voice of hers, and it took all the self control I had to keep from laughing while I stared deep into her eyes and quipped, “That’s such an appropriate name for someone as sweet as you!” It wasn’t long before I had her drunk and in a motel room a couple of blocks from the bar. She still needed a little loosening up as she wouldn’t shut up about how she wasn’t really “that kind of girl” and how she’d been such a good little citizen back home. I soon cured her of these ramblings with another couple of beers, after which her little cunt went right into overdrive and I was home free.

I have to admit that something seemed very different about the evening once we’d gotten back to the motel. I was even hornier than usual after just a little time in the room. The urgency in my groin made me feel like a kid again. I made a mental note of the brand name of the beer we were imbibing; it must have been great shit.

At long last I succeeded in liberating her from her clothing and we went at each other like a couple of animals. God, was she hot! Even for a teen special this girl was in a class by herself.

Her youth was intoxicating, and I looked up at her nubile torso in lust as she rode my dick to paradise. Her eyes were shut tight, and her adorable little mouth was scrunched up in a little sneer of pleasure. Soon she began to emit soft little cooing noises in rhythm with her strokes and it knew it wouldn’t be long before I began to coat her youthful innards with my copious, thick seed. Just as I was about to get my nut, a loud banging at the motel door brought me back from nirvana.

My little friend instantly hopped off my likely pecker and ran for the bathroom, letting out a little squeak just before she locked herself inside.

The banging continued and grew more urgent. “Hold on, damn it!” I shouted angrily. I had managed to wrap a towel about myself when the door suddenly flew off its hinges with considerable force, striking the adjacent television and launching it across the dresser onto the floor. A host of jackbooted thugs armed with assault rifles then spilled into the room, and assumed their positions. They were followed shortly by a tall, thin figure dressed in military fatigues whose identity was utterly obscured by a dark blue ski mask.

“Mr. Lyndon?” asked the imposing figure, as though there were some question as to my identity. I was shocked to hear the voice was female. At this point I had retreated as far as I could against the wall next to the matched set of queen sized beds and pressed hard against it wishing that somehow a merciful deity might allow me to pass through it. Realizing that I was too terrified to respond the commander relaxed somewhat and proceeded to remove her mask. Underneath was a striking Nordic face framed by a long lustrous red mane that was as beautiful as it was cruel. Slowly, she walked over towards me, prompting her henchmen to train their rifles on every vital organ in my body.

“Come this way Mr. Lyndon, there’s a good lad, just come along peacefully and I promise you will not be harmed.” There was virtually no emotion evident either in her face or voice as she stared deeply into my soul with most vividly blue eyes I’d ever seen. I questioned my sanity when I realized that some long suppressed part of my psyche was deeply sympathetic to this amazon and longed to please her like some sexualized teacher’s pet. “What about-?” I stammered like a dullard, pointing toward the bathroom. “We’ll clean up your little mess Mr. Lyndon...” assured the new object of my infatuation. “That’s what this is all about after all, isn’t it?” she concluded.

As though hypnotized I followed this giantess out of the motel room and into the parking lot beyond clad only in a bath towel. Behind me I heard her henchmen attempting to coax my little lover out of the bathroom, but by now I had lost all interest in anything save this mountain of a woman. She was easily taller than I, and must have stood at least six feet in her stockings. If she ever wore stockings. Now there was a thought. I began to imagine what her body was like underneath all the padding and flak jacket.

We soon approached a long black limousine, an antique by the look of it. A Daimler! I hadn’t seen one since the days of my boyhood in England. She opened the back door and commanded me to get inside. As I approached, I saw no one within and readily obeyed. She followed close behind and shut the door. The windows were thoroughly tinted, and I was sure we weren’t visible from outside, especially at night.

“Remove that.” she ordered coldly, referring to my towel, and proceeded to take off her gloves. ‘Cheers!’ I thought to myself. This was far more exciting than what I’d originally planned for the evening. I eagerly shed the bath towel, and slid slightly forward on the unforgiving leather to make sure she was afforded an excellent view of my package. Taking me completely by surprise, she ran her bare hand over my chest and down to my crotch where she brazenly began to fondle my dick and balls without saying a word. I grew hard in record time and she continued her ministrations unabated as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Yes, the reports were entirely accurate.” she mused, and halted her attentions. In an attempt to encourage her to continue I reached over and grasped her hand, fondling it gently with my thumb. In an instant she took hold of my throat and completely collapsed the airway. I struggled, but to no avail, under the strenuous circumstances my supply of oxygen soon failed and I went limp in an effort to show I had given up the fight. “Never touch me unless I order it!” she hissed, remarkably still without much emotion. “Drive on!” she commanded, knocking on the partition that divided the driver’s area from the back seat.

As we rode in complete silence, I couldn’t help but steal glances at my stunning captor, and even dared to fondle my dick on the sly whenever her attention seemed to wander. “Take hold of your penis!” she suddenly commanded, her imposing voice giving me quite a start. I obeyed without hesitation, secretly thrilled to be the object of her attention once again. She proceeded to remove her vest, and unzipped the front of the camouflage jumpsuit, unexpectedly revealing a lacy bra underneath that imprisoned a pair of impressively large breasts. Fortunately the appliance had snaps at the front, and she wasted no time in freeing her bosom for me to admire.

God, her tits were lovely! They must have been at least 38DD’s and were upholstered in the most delightful pale freckled skin one could have hoped for. The nipples were large and the palest pink, standing at attention from whatever strange pleasure she was deriving from tormenting me so. “Stroke it.” she ordered, turning to face me. I was happy to oblige.

Soon, I was painfully erect again. “Don’t move.” she commanded flatly, and leaned forward into my lap. I felt her nipple brush against my dickhead, and I felt as though I'd ejaculate at any moment. She then brought her hands into play, trapping my rod between her silky tits and proceeded to stroke me off in this fashion. I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure, and when she flicked her tongue across the head of my randy dick, I felt myself rapidly approaching orgasm.

When I was sure I was about to shoot, the limo suddenly began decelerating, and I felt the car make a sharp turn to the left. Once again my captor halted her molestations and righted herself. Without saying a word, she silently fastened her lacy bra and proceeded to zip her jumpsuit closed. “Hey!” I complained without thinking, motioning towards my purple, throbbing penis. Still she said nothing and simply stared directly into my eyes for a split second before drawing back and punching me squarely in the veggies. Instantly I hunched over in the most horrid pain. Why I didn’t loose my lunch all over the pristine floor of the Daimler is a mystery.

The limousine traveled on slowly for a few more seconds, the sound of loose gravel coming from the wheel wells. When we finally came to a stop I distinctly heard several people moving about outside, and I became fearful of what might await me on the other side of the car door.

In my sorry state, my abductor had little difficulty in forcing me out of the car and into some kind of courtyard. I fell arse first onto the sharp, pointy gravel below with my legs splayed wide, and looked up to see my scarlet giantess towering over me. She quickly reached into a holster on her hip, withdrew a 38 automatic of some kind and aimed it directly between my legs. “Don’t move.” she commanded. “If you so much as raise your hand I will not hesitate to kill you.” I stopped breathing to avoid any potential misunderstanding. A second later she fired.

I remember the deafening sound of the gunshot, and almost at the same moment an exploding violent pain centered in my crotch. My head reflexively jerked down to asses what I was sure was a mortal wound, but instead saw that most of my ball sac and its contents had been blown to shreds and lay all about nearby. To my horror much of the debris had spattered on my thighs and stomach. At that point I deposited my dinner onto the gravel below and passed out.

I awoke an indefinite amount of time later in what I assumed was the hospital. There was a blindingly bright light overhead, and a nurse was attempting to communicate with me. “Mr. Lyndon? Can you hear me?” “Yeah, ohh, God, where am I?” I managed to wheeze. “There’s no need for concern, you’re absolutely stable.” she purred reassuringly, almost as though she was coming on to me. “Oh, Jesus! But what about-!” I tried in vain to gesture towards my crotch. “No need to worry Mr. Lyndon, that’s all taken care of and out of the way!” she declared cheerfully. “What the hell are you talking about?! I just had my fucking balls shot off!” I snapped. “I know.” she cooed sympathetically. “The actual consummation of the sentence can be very traumatic, but that is the point isn’t it?” she chirped, becoming eerily upbeat again. I was speechless. I quickly began to realize that I’d never made it to hospital, and terror set in hard and fast.

I was more awake now, and my eyes began to focus clearly. As I looked about I saw that I was in a white windowless room. The walls looked thick and as though they were made of concrete. I was strapped to a gurney with an IV conveying a clear fluid into my arm; an anti-biotic I hoped. For all I knew they might be slowly poisoning me just for kicks. The nurse was busying herself over a chart across the room, and for the first time I noticed she was clad only in a bra and knickers. Stranger yet, they appeared to be of the lingerie family not unlike the bra the executioner of my balls had worn. Eventually she turned to check on me and noticed that I was staring.

She let out a girlish giggle and began grinning devilishly. “Like what you see?” she teased coming near to the gurney. I became convinced that there must be something in that IV bag other than anti-biotics when I found myself considering sex with this she-devil. She reached around to the back of her head and freed her hair from the large bun it was compacted in so that a long dark brown mane cascaded in an avalanche down to the mid point of her back. Her skin was like alabaster and flecked with the occasional freckle here and there. I was certain I was getting a hard-on now despite my best efforts to quell my desires.

She then proceeded to engage me in a prolonged sloppy and brilliantly sexy kiss. My dick was standing at complete attention now, creating an embarrassing tent in the white sheet that covered my body. “Oooo!” she purred upon seeing my erection. “Let’s get rid of this!” she said with the enthusiasm of a schoolgirl as she almost ripped the sheet off me. For a split second I thought she was referring to my cock, and I let out a little sigh of relief when I realized what she’d meant. She stepped back slightly and began to slowly strip off what little she had on, dancing like a pro to some club track playing in her head. Her bush proved as brown and thick as the hair on her head and her breasts were capped with large nipples as pleasantly pink as the amazon nut killer’s had been.

When she was sure I’d gotten a good long look at her body, she quickly engulfed my throbbing rod in her mouth and proceeded to apply her considerable oral talents to my raging manhood. I wondered why I wasn’t experiencing severe pain in my groin from so recent an injury, but at the moment I found I didn’t really care and decided to just lay back and enjoy the ride. After about five minutes, she backed off my member, releasing it with a loud wet pop and climbed atop me. Once aboard she leaned back, supporting herself with her legs while the majority of her weight rested on her ample arse which was resting atop my thighs. She squeezed the base of my dick tightly, and rubbed the head up and down her glistening slit. “You want it?” she teased, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Fuck yes!!” I pleaded. “Beg me!” she taunted, flipping her hair back and grinning wider yet. “Please...please put it in!” I begged. She giggled evilly again and stroked her slit with my poor cock four more times before finally slipping it inside of her. “Oh, thank God!” I exclaimed as she began to ride me, causing her to break into outright, honest laughter.

For the next several minutes she rode me hard and fast until I felt the stirrings of an intense orgasm began to well up from within me. If I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn I still had my balls, I was sure I could feel them. Soon I announced I was about to shoot and I closed my eyes in anticipation of a well-deserved ejaculation. Instead, to my horror, I felt her leap off me, and when I opened my eyes she was already on her way out the door, knickers in hand. “HEY Goddamnit!!” I screamed in protest. “Thanks for the fuck, lover!” she replied, beaming with satisfaction. “You can’t leave me like this!” I moaned at the top of my lungs. “Suffer!” She hissed joyfully and promptly exited the room.

Hours later a plain and uninteresting girl brought in a tray of food that looked as though it had been imported from my high school cafeteria. “Here, this’ll explain things.” she said, tossing a piece of paper into my lap after undoing a couple of my restrains. As I took a good look at this specimen, I noticed that she was even a little ugly, but I was still horny as hell and attempted to talk her into giving me a hand job out of pity for one of nature’s creatures. She looked at me as though I were a horrid thing and wasted no time in escaping out the door. Utterly depressed, I retrieved the paper from my lap and gave it the once over. “You, Jack Lyndon, are hereby sentenced to be remanded into the custody of the Institute for your crimes against women!” read the paper. I crumpled it and threw it into a nearby wastebasket, resolving to escape the first chance fate afforded me.

The food was horrible but I consumed every last morsel as I hadn’t eaten for ages. No one came to retrieve the tray, and I eventually fell asleep after determining that the straps that bound my feet and waist were made of some kind of metallic mesh that was secured with large military locks.

I awoke several times, but I was sound asleep when a yet another very tall female finally jolted me from my slumber. “This isn’t a hotel Mr. Lyndon! Time to get on with your sentence!” boomed a huge blonde next to the gurney. She was completely nude accept for a pair of knee-high leather boots and the obligatory holster strapped about her waist which contained a 38 identical to the one that had relieved me of my ability to procreate. Before I was even fully conscious, she began roughly removing my restraints, and shoved me out of bed and onto the floor.

I had planned to use a moment like this to affect my escape, but I felt strangely groggy and unusually stiff as though I were hung over. They must have drugged me the night before. My suspicions were confirmed when a terrible pain where my balls used to be begin to throb with greater and greater urgency.

“Get up you bastard!” screeched the blonde. I shakily rose to me feet, and let out a little cry of pain when I allowed my legs to draw to near together. “That’s it! You should suffer for what you’ve done! Now, MOVE!” she screamed once again. I hobbled forward, every step was now pure agony. She drove me down a sterile white hallway like livestock on its way to slaughter until we reached the showers whereupon she commanded me to bathe myself. I managed to complete this simple chore before I blacked out once again, only to awake in the same room sometime later.

Once more I noticed I was not alone. This time a petite redhead that couldn’t have stood more than 5’ 3 attended to me. In keeping with the traditions of this place she too was naked except for a garter belt, black stockings and black high heel shoes. Despite her diminutive stature, her feminine endowments were substantial and her fluffy untrimmed bush was the icing on the cake. “I must apologize for Roberta. She can be a little rough!” purred this new threat.

I suddenly realized that I should have been in tremendous pain after the thrashing I’d suffered at the hands of Roberta. I was feeling rather wonderful instead and wasn’t disappointed when I searched for the IV and saw I was on the sauce again.

The new blight of my life got right down to business and began massaging my bruised body with her soft delicate hands. “I want you to know I don’t agree with methods they employ here.” she almost whispered, working her way down to my crotch. “You excite me Mr. Lyndon!” she said in a sultry whisper just before her butterfly touch grazed the root of my cock. I would have been horny as hell anyway, if I’d just had a little something for the pain, but as it was I was literally mad with lust thanks to the sauce and my dick quickly reared to its full height under her control.

“You’ve got a great penis Mr. Lyndon, and that’s no small compliment coming from me! I’ve seen hundreds you know.” she purred again, now concentrating exclusively on my turgid rod. I have to say she had one of the best techniques I’d ever experienced, and I was more than a little worried about what might happen if I started to come. “Oh, Mr. Lyndon, can I taste it?” she asked convincingly, although I knew full well she was about as sincere as Clinton. Even though I knew better, the sauce and my big dick held sway and I heard myself eagerly goad her on while a tiny part of mind screamed obscenities at me from a distant shore.

Her blowjob was even better than the brunette’s had been, and I knew I was in serious trouble. Sure enough, just as I was really starting to enjoy myself, she stopped cold.

“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Lyndon, you can’t come, didn’t you know that?” “Again?!” I responded incredulously. “Yes, that’s right...” she continued wearing a small, devious smile, all the while stroking my cock. “Why do you think you’re here?” she teased; the smile was more obvious now. “I don’t having a fucking clue!” I responded honestly, hoping that somehow the whole thing was just an act, and that any minute now my spunk was going to squirt out of my dick like it always had under the skilled manipulation of such a worldly girl. “You’re here to be punished Mr. Lyndon, not to fornicate to your heart’s content!” she scolded, enjoying every minute of it. At that moment, her palm and fingers proved too expert, I just couldn’t stand it any longer and I began to come. Or so I thought at any rate. As soon as I felt the first shot rise all the way to the tip of my dick, her hand tightened about my shaft in the shape of a fist and began to exert pressure that one would have thought beyond the ability of such a petite young thing. Instantly my load was clamped off, and each successive volley was forced back down my aching rod from whence it came. I screamed out in pain, and tried to reach my genitals in an attempt to free this sadist’s iron like grip from about my poor penis, but the restraints allowed only the smallest of motions. In my agony I’d forgotten that I was bound to my bed. After what seemed like an unbearable eternity, my usurped orgasm finally subsided, and I was left a sobbing utter wreck of a man, covered in sweat from head to toe with an ache in my crotch unlike anything I'd ever known. “There, there, Mr. Lyndon!” cooed my tormentress mockingly. “Didn’t I warn you?!” she chastised, slapping my sweaty stomach to punish me a little more. Ordinarily I would have laughed such a thing off, but as it was, even this light blow resounded through my gut, quickly making its way down to my wounded crotch. I felt as though I might toss my cookies at any moment. The power of the sauce seemed to have forsaken me. “Well, at least you’ll know to control yourself next time! That should allow you to hold out for a while!” my mistress chided. “Oh God!” I moaned. “When will this be over!?” “The length of your sentence is entirely up to you!” the little red devil announced cheerfully. “What the hell are you talking about?” I demanded. She said nothing and simply walked silently over to a pair of drapes, all the while wearing that infernal smile of hers. She reached behind them, and pulled what I assumed was the draw cord, causing the drapes to part and reveal a window which afforded a view into the adjacent room. I strained to lift my head off the mattress so that I could see, and my tormentrix quickly stuffed a couple of pillows under my head enabling me to view the events transpiring next door without effort.

I saw a man strapped to a gurney identical to my own. Standing on either side of him were two voluptuous females, each completely nude. He was sporting a raging hard-on of average proportions, and it was clear that he was as near orgasm as I had been a few minutes ago. “Do you relent?” demanded the woman to his right. The icy seriousness of her voice was plain even when transmitted through the crappy speaker just below the window. “Y-yes!” stammered her victim, and began weeping bitterly. Suddenly the woman to his left began to lick and mouth his turgid shaft, while the other disappeared only to return a moment later with what looked like a scalpel. “Shit!” I exclaimed, my eyes as wide as saucers. “Shut up!” my mistress snapped ferociously, glaring at me like a demoness. I readily obeyed, fearing the horrible consequences of her wrath. Meanwhile the smaller of the two women continued to bob on the man’s swollen cock for a few more seconds until he let out a little moan. Taking that as a cue, the scalpel wielding bitch wasted no time in applying the blade to the very base of his red dick, and gently touched the side of her partner's face, which prompted the smaller woman to withdraw her mouth from about the doomed shaft. Then, gripping her victim’s cock firmly in her left hand, the cutter swiftly and neatly severed the organ at its base causing its owner to shriek in pain at the top of his lungs.

My torturtrix then deftly pulled the drapes shut and looked directly into my eyes. “He’ll be free to go tomorrow!” she quipped, an evil sarcastic smile on her lips. “OH SHIT!” I practically screamed, feeling I might hyperventilate at any moment. At that the little red demon erupted in laughter and sauntered out of the room, oblivious to my pleas for mercy.

The next week was like a living hell as fully ten women tortured me until at long last, they broke my spirit, and I, like the man I’d seen earlier, I too relented.

After they’d cut off my cock I was summarily dumped outside of an emergency room in the middle of the night, where fortunately, I was soon found and treated.

I discovered that what had seemed like an eternity was actually about 10 days. It wasn’t hard getting my car out of impound, and I still had my job. My genitals however were another matter. Outside of work, my dick and nuts had been my life. How would I ever convince some hot young thing to service a dickless, nutless middle aged man?

I learned before long from a private investigator that my young squeeze that fateful night had been a plant. She’d drugged my beer early in the evening with same shit they’d used on me at the Institute. No wonder I’d succumbed to the amazon as I did.

My insurance allowed me to begin hormone therapy before I noticed any changes, and I joined a support group for men such as myself that I learned about through my physician. Much to my surprise I found that a few women attended the meetings as well. I was downright shocked to learn that one of them was single. It turned out that her boyfriend had lost all he had to offer in a terrible motorcycle accident and had been an emotional wreck ever since. He’d recently left her in an attempt to “find himself” but she continued to attend the meetings anyway, hoping she might gain insights that would allow her to lure him back home.

I introduced myself and learned that her name was Barbara. We hit it off right away and began spending a lot of time with each other. It was clear after only a few conversations with her that she had more than just a clinical interest in denuded men, and I was happy to play that for all it was worth. After all, how many chances does a eunuch get anyway?

One evening she appeared unannounced on my doorstep practically hysterical. I quickly whisked her inside and sat her on the couch. Three beers later she was finally calm enough to articulate that she’d received word of her former beau’s suicide about an hour before. She apparently blamed herself for not having been at his side to rescue him. I eventually succeeded in calming her, but she seemed far too fragile to be on her own and so she slept on my couch that night.

After that we became very close, and in about a month’s time Barbara finally revealed what I’d suspected all along, confessing a sexual fetish concerning emasculation. That was the reason she’d been as upset as she was that night. She was overcome with guilt not only because she hadn’t been at his side, but also because she secretly relished the thought of his mutilation. She really had loved the poor bastard, and thus a schism was created within her psyche.

I eventually succeeded in convincing her that she had not been a participant in his demise. This, combined with the fact that she was involved in a healthy relationship with me seemed to heal her, and it wasn’t long before Barbara grew comfortable enough to reveal her darkest fantasies to me. One evening she brought a scrapbook over filled with short stories and rude sketches, all of which had emasculatory themes.

“Have you come since the accident?” she asked, clearly horny as a toad, squirming about on my couch. “No.” I answered flatly. “I want to be with you Jack!” she practically moaned, moving next to me and stroking my thigh. “I’d like that.” I replied smiling. In truth as much as I wanted a woman again, I was scared shitless to try; fearing what had once been the light of my life may now be a dreadful experience.

Barbara gently led me to the bedroom and told me to lie back on the bed. I did as she asked while she turned on the stereo in the corner. Club music was playing, she knew I liked that. Much to my surprise, she began to strip with as much professionalism as the brunette at the Institute had. I admired her voluptuous body as she stripped down to her underwear. Barbara was much older than the teeny boppers I’d dated of old, but she was still 15 years my junior and possessed the plump hour glass figure that had never failed to stiffen my big cock back when I had one. By the time she was nude I was sporting a little erection.

“Well, I showed you mine!” she joked nervously, eager to see my clipped little pecker. I quickly stripped down to nothing and lay back on the bed where my ladylove quickly joined me. Her eyes grew as wide as saucers as she stared at my two-inch cock. I’d had surgery to free what little was left of my once proud member from within my body and was now the proud owner of a diminutive but functional dick.

“Oh Jesus that makes me hot!” she hissed, reaching for my stiff dickie. Her touch was like an epiphany and I felt like I was going to cream all over hand when she squeezed my new dick tight between her fingers. I was truly amazed at the amount and quality of sensation that was emanating from the little thing. It wasn’t long before Barbara took it into her mouth, and I thought perhaps I’d died and gone to heaven. “I gotta shoot!” I moaned. She simply moaned approvingly in reply, not wanting to stop. I began firing months of built up frustration into her mouth and down her throat, and I can honestly say that it was the best orgasm of my life.

Barbara seemed delighted beyond words, and soon had me hard again. Next on the agenda was a great fuck. We kept at it until early in the morning when I drifted off thoroughly exhausted but satisfied for the first time in six months.

Hours later I awoke with a splitting headache and a terrible pain in my crotch. I couldn’t have had that much to drink. My next thought was that something had gone terribly wrong with my new dick, I had placed considerable demands on it the night before. I called out to Barbara, but there was no response. I was alone it seemed. It wasn’t until I passed in front of a mirror that I noticed the blood all over my legs. I panicked and swiftly turned to inspect myself. My little dick had been severed clean from my body. I frantically ran about searching for it in vain until I came across what looked like a note in Barbara’s handwriting. Now violently trembling, I collapsed on the edge of the bed and tried to steady my hand as I read. “The Sisterhood will not be mocked! Kisses, Jane of the Institute.”

End