As the clock approached 7:00 p.m. that Friday evening in May, the excitement in the crowded hall grew. Those who planned to participate in the evening’s competition and who had attended the previous meeting—which was the largest any of the members had seen—couldn’t helping noticing that—although the hall was crowded, not quite as many people were present this time: that meant that the odds of being chosen as a contestant increased. But then it made sense that this would be a smaller gathering: once a year, the College Cutting Club held its Grand Cutting Award (GCA) competition, in which the rules were notably different and the stakes dramatically higher.

At the regular meetings, only women entered the competition, and those who threw their name into the hat—usually for the sheer thrill and dangerous excitement of participating in the CCC’s unusual stakes—risked being chosen as one of five contestants in a competition that ended with the “winner’s” having her clitoris cut off. At the GCA competition, the risks were significantly higher and more painful: the winner from among the five female participants would have not only her clitoris but also her clitoris hood and inner labia cut off, all without anesthesia. Moreover, five male participants would also compete: the “winner” would have the glans of his penis chopped off—again, without anesthesia. It was up to the Grand Mistress—the female winner of the previous year’s GCA competition—to choose either to eat any removed sex organs herself or choose someone to do so (at the regular meetings, the victim was given her amputated clit preserved in a sealed jar). The GCA competition also involved quite a different set of activities in the various rounds of the competition, and the rules were different as well. One rule, however, remained the same: you had to have attended at least two meetings of the CCC prior to throwing your name into the hat.

As the clock struck 7:00 p.m., the meeting promptly began. Brian, the emcee, stood up on the coffee table and, as he always did, explained the rules, reading from a script printed on an elaborate ceremonial scroll. Because this was the GCA competition, he asked those in attendance to pay special attention, as relatively new members might not be familiar with the expanded scope of the proceedings, and the rules were quite different from those of normal meetings. The crowd, consisting of college-aged men and women who were almost all students at the university, listened attentively: the members had come to witness and participate in a thrilling spectacle resulting in two members’ leaving that evening without the most sensitive parts of their body. This particular evening, the odds of becoming the victim worked out to slightly less than 1 in 10 for males who chose to participate and only about half that for the females, but considering that all the other meetings during the year had only female victims, the disparity seemed fair.

“Hello, I’m Brian, your host tonight, and I would like to welcome you to this special meeting of the College Cutting Club: the third annual Grand Cutting Award competition. At this point I would like you to look around and make sure everyone who is here is part of the club or a guest of someone who is.”

Everyone looked around and took this part of the ceremony very seriously. If an outsider got in, everyone could be in an enormous amount of trouble from the university (naturally, the club had submitted an entirely different charter to the campus committee that allocated meeting space!). After a few minutes it was determined safely that no intruders were present. Unlike the normal meetings, at the GCA competition no guests were invited: one had to be a member in good standing to witness the special proceedings of this event.

“We were thrilled at our last meeting—our largest ever—to have 30 members who voluntarily dropped their name into the hat: 30 brave women risked their most sensitive part to participate in what many describe as one of the most thrilling—and risky—experiences they’ve ever had. Well, the stakes are higher tonight, which might account for a slightly smaller crowd: we have 65 people in attendance tonight—34 women and 31 men,—a pretty even balance: that number does not include Dr. James, our surgeon; Laura, our Grand Mistress; Simona, our registration assistant; Michelle Williams, a registered nurse who has volunteered her services tonight; and me. Whether in spite of or because of the stakes, 32 members have volunteered for tonight’s competition by putting their name into the hat: 20 women and 12 men. That’s the most we’ve had yet.”

A loud cheer erupted over this announcement, which finally gave the participants an idea of the odds they were up against, whatever their hopes for the evening were.

“I hope tonight’s entertainment gives these participants one of the biggest thrills they’ve ever had. The success—and excitement—of these meetings relies on our members’ courage—although some might call it something else!”

The audience laughed, and Brian called for another round of applause for the participants. Everyone cheered loudly.

Brian continued: “And now I would like to give special recognition to two founding members who have been volunteering right from the club’s beginning, almost 4 years ago, and haven’t missed an event yet: their “adventurous” spirit—or whatever it is—has kept them coming back, risking the odds each time. Would Beth Somers and Eliza Daniels please stand!

Beth—a very tall, thin brunette with dark—almost black—hair, a delicate face with chiseled features, almond-shaped eyes of a striking purplish blue color, and a willowy yet athletic figure, briefly stood up and nodded as she acknowledged the audience’s applause. She looked like a model (actually, she had recently done some modeling work for a major fashion magazine): she was dressed in a short black skirt and a pair of shoes with thin straps above the ankle, accentuating her incredibly long legs; and a lovely white blouse with delicate buttons leading to a lace collar that showed off her slender body, modest—almost girlish—endowment, and long, sensuous neck. Eliza—elegantly dressed in a shimmering lilac-colored blouse and a dark, chocolate-brown woven skirt with a pronounced texture, and wearing classy, black pumps—seemed almost shy as she, too, briefly acknowledged the audience’s cheers and then sat down. She was a striking woman in her mid 20s, thin, of medium height, with chestnut-colored, wavy hair, intense green eyes, lovely, full breasts, and a lithe, graceful way of moving.

Brian continued: “The workings of fate are strange. We’ve had participants win the competition the first time they participated, but I understand that this is Beth’s and Eliza’s 15th competition, and they’re still ‘intact.’ Gotta love them for trying so hard!”

There was a prolonged cheer until Beth and Laura stood up again to acknowledge the audience’s applause. They had sat together, smiling broadly and now feeling more gregarious, they gave a little whoop and laughed as they bumped their hips together and wiggled a bit for the audience (allowing the audience to notice Eliza’s breasts, which bounced in an inviting way beneath her silky blouse). Caught up in the moment, Eliza and Beth spontaneously shared a brief kiss in front of the audience and then sat down. Both of them being founding members and having attended so many meetings together, they had clearly formed a warm, lasting friendship and were very comfortable—one suspected quite intimate—with each other.

“So, without further delay, here are the rules. I will draw from this hat the names of five girls and five guys.” He held up the top hat one of the CCC’s founding members had bought at a costume store. “If we’ve already met the quota for males or females and another member of that sex is chosen, that member’s name will be returned to the hat and another name will be drawn until we have a full complement.

“To ensure that everything is fair and transparent, I will dump the remaining names out of the hat and list them off. If someone is not in there who should have been or someone is there who shouldn't, we’ll start over. Then I will ask the five girls and five guys whose names I’ve drawn if they wish to back out, which they can do at this point with no penalty. If all the girls and guys still wish to participate, then we shall begin. If one pulls out, we will redraw until we find a replacement. Once we have five girls and five guys, they will all be asked to strip naked and come up to the stage.”

The “stage” was simply a low platform at one end of the room. Whereas at the last meeting there had been five large, overstuffed armchairs, there were now ten sleek, comfortable leather chairs that extended into chaise lounges with the pull of a lever.

“And now I would like for us all to acknowledge an anonymous member’s generous donation, which has allowed us to purchase something more comfortable and classy for our contestants to sit—and do other things—in! We’re always happy to receive your donations and any financial donation you might be able to spare.”

The audience laughed at the remark about the chairs and the risqué remark and gave enthusiastic applause and a few cheers, before Brian continued:

“After we have drawn the names and have a full panel, the contestants will take a seat up on the stage and introduce themselves. Name, Age, Major (if you attend college), number of meetings you have attended, and why you are here. Then the contestants will be asked to perform a series of tasks. The tasks for tonight were in the invitation, but for the sake of formality I shall repeat them now.”

“One: Our five female contestants will each draw straws with a number of 1 to 5 from the Grand Mistress, Laura—who is last year’s winner of the GCA. She will then repeat the procedure for the male contestants. The contestants will then be paired by number and remain partners throughout the competition. Upon a signal from our Grand Mistress, the females will proceed to fellate their partners until the first male to achieve orgasm discharges completely into his partner’s mouth. No contact is allowed between the males’s penis and the female except with her mouth. The females may use their hands in any way they choose but may not introduce their fingers into any of the male’s orifices.” (A woman mischievously shouted “Aw!,” which precipitated a ripple of laughter in the audience before Brian continued. “The first male to achieve orgasm will raise his hand and shout ‘DONE!,’ whereupon all other contestants shall immediately stop activity. After the Grand Mistress verifies the ejaculate in the mouth of the receiving female, the female will swallow the ejaculate and both partners will rejoin the audience but remain naked for the rest of the evening. Should any male be unable to maintain control and ejaculate after the first male has shouted completion—and this has happened once before—he will promptly receive a rather painful procedure before the competition continues to the next round. If he is not still erect, The Grand Mistress will fellate his penis to erection, swab it with alcohol to disinfect the area, and insert a hollow glass tube into his urethra. Through this tube she will introduce a long hypodermic needle that will puncture the urethra on the sensitive underside of his penis, just above the base. I can guarantee you this is quite painful.” And then he paused for a second, and several members in the audience caught on to his meaning and laughed. Brian saucily acknowledged the laughter and continued: “His partner will also receive some uncomfortable attention, as our Grand Mistress will insert a 14-gauge needle straight into each of her nipples, deep into her breasts. That is verrrry painful!” Brian added with a little bit of a snigger, “So, guys, try to keep control!” The audience laughed again, a bit nervously, perhaps. “After a minute has passed, this pair will be instructed to remove each other’s needles, after which our Grand Mistress will apply disinfectant (ouch, this burns, I tell ya” (by now everyone had caught on!) “and place small bandages on the puncture wounds before releasing them from the competition. They will return to the audience and remain naked—and probably a bit sore—for the rest of the evening.”

“Two: The Grand Mistress will insert a speculum into the vagina of each of the remaining female contestants and verify that they are clear of any seminal fluids—‘cum,’ as most call it (again the audience laughed!) “before the next stage of the competition begins. If any of the contestants are found with semen in their vagina, the Grand Mistress will use a suctioning device to remove all traces of it, establishing that all contestants are clean before they start this round of the competition. The speculums will then be removed. The females will join their male partners in the next round’s activity, consisting of direct, unprotected vaginal intercourse—and vaginal intercourse only—until the first male ejaculates into his partner, upon which he will shout “DONE!” and the other pairs will immediately disengage. After our Grand Mistress verifies the ejaculate in the female’s vagina, these two partners will be released and will join the audience but remain naked for the rest of the evening. If it is found that there is no ejaculate in the female’s vagina—that there was an attempt to cheat—the penalty is the same for both partners as what the winners of the competition will undergo. Should any male be unable to maintain control and ejaculate after the first male has shouted completion, the stakes are a bit higher this time, as he will have one testicle surgically removed at the conclusion of our competition (in addition to having his glans penis cut off, should he also win the overall competition). Also, his partner will have her inner labia removed by our surgeon, both verdicts to be applied without anesthesia. Again, guys, try to keep control.”

Once again the audience laughed, more nervously than before.

“Three: I shall take two identical pieces of paper and write ‘safe’ on one and ‘cut’ on the other. I will fold these and place them in the hat. The female partner from the two remaining pairs of contestants shall draw one piece each from the hat. The one who drew the ‘safe’ piece shall join the audience with her partner, but both will remain naked for the rest of the evening.”

“The female who chooses the ‘cut’ piece is tonight’s female victim—or winner, depending on your perspective, and her partner will be the male victim. Both will proceed to the sterile room, while the audience proceeds to the viewing area.”

“Following the operations, as well as during them, audience members are encouraged to masturbate or engage in any other sexual activities of mutual consent. However, do remember there is a zero tolerance for rape.”

“Also, a word about backing out. If you are chosen to have your sexual parts surgically removed, and you wish to back out anytime before the fall of the knife, you are welcome to, but remember that doing so will mean expulsion from the club permanently. Should this happen after the final round, the female and/or male contestant who was released into the audience after the last round of the competition shall become tonight’s alternate victim or victims. Backing out before the contest begins is done without penalty, so please consider carefully. And now we begin.”

“Our surgeon tonight is Dr. James, a friend of the club for 3 years now. Doctor James is a fully certified surgeon. He will oversee all of the operations done tonight and perform some of them himself, ensuring that they are done in the safest way possible. The male will undergo surgery first. Our Grand Mistress, Laura, or Michelle Williams, a registered nurse who has volunteered her services, will cleanly shave the male’s genitalia. The Grand Mistress will then fellate the male victim until full erection before slipping an adjustable, surgical-grade rubber constricting band over his penis and fastening it at the base to maintain the penis erect throughout the procedure. She will then swab the penis and groin with alcohol to disinfect the area before guiding the male to a small platform, on which rests a specially designed guillotine. The male will stand and insert his penis into the guillotine, whereupon the Grand Mistress will carefully align the device and release the blade, severing the end of his member, which usually results in a dramatic spray of blood from the pressure built up in the constricted penis. However, further bleeding is prevented by the surgical rubber band that remains tightly fixed at the base of the organ. Dr. James and nurse Williams will stabilize and dress the wound, and the male will continue to be attended by nurse Williams. The Grand Mistress will then collect the glans end of the penis from the guillotine’s receptacle tray: she has the choice to eat it herself or to feed it to the female victim—or to someone else, if she chooses. For those who are curious, the victim’s penis remains fully functional, only shortened and somewhat desensitized, after such a procedure. Full healing of the wound usually takes only a few weeks because of the rich blood supply to the area. The victims are guaranteed discreet, private medical attention and care from Dr. James during the period of their recovery and afterwards, should they need it.

Following the male’s surgery, there will be a brief recess for cleaning and preparing the surgery area for the next victim.

The female victim will then be tightly strapped to the operating table, with her sex broadly exposed and her legs held wide apart, her feet secured in stirrups. Dr. James will use a special forceps to pull the female’s labia minora as far from her body as they will stretch before securing each labium in a broad clamp. Using a scalpel, Dr. James will cut off the victim’s labia minora at their base, angling the blade against the clamp to ensure maximum tissue removal. This stage of the procedure, unlike the next one, normally involves hardly any blood loss. The Grand Mistress will apply a special cyanoacrylate surgical “glue” to seal the wounds: this substance is like surgical grade superglue, so she’ll be extra careful not to seal the victim’s pussy shut by accident!

The crowd gave a macabre laugh at this joke: the details of what was going to happen to the victim—what they were going to witness—seemed almost unbelievable, and everyone was practically spellbound, listening in rapt attention.

“The next phase is more painful—and bloody—as Dr. James will freely cut out the clitoral hood with his scalpel, running the blade under the hood, using caution to preserve the clitoris intact. This is quite a painful part of the procedure for the victim and one that takes considerable skill for the surgeon. Normally, the pressure of a clamp on the nerves and blood supply greatly reduces sensation in the clamped body part, but the victim’s clitoral hood will not be clamped in any way and she may experience significant loss of blood in this richly infused area. Note, again, that the entire procedure is performed without any anesthesia whatsoever. Dr. James will then cauterize and stabilize the wound with the help of the Grand Mistress, who has received specific training in this procedure. When the victim is stable and ready for the final stage, the clitoris will then be suctioned using a special tube device with a spring-loaded blade attached at the opening. The device’s powerful suction will distend the clitoris, pulling it to its maximum length and engorging it with blood. Dr. James will clamp the clitoris at the very base of the clitoral shaft, and at the proper moment, he will release the spring on the side of the suctioning device and the blade will sever the clitoris at its base. The victim will thus have had all except the outer folds of her vulva removed, leaving her vagina quite open and exposed. Within 3 weeks or so, the wounds will be completely healed.”

“Following the operation, as well as during it, members are encouraged to masturbate or engage in any other mutually consensual sexual activities. However, do remember there is a zero tolerance for rape. Also, a word about backing out. If you are chosen to have your sexual parts removed and wish to back out anytime before the fall of the knife, you are welcome to, but do remember that this will mean permanent expulsion from the club. Backing out before the contest begins is done without penalty, so please consider carefully. And now we begin.”

Amid anxious applause, Simona—the perky, cute brunette registration assistant at the entrance of the hall—approached Brian and handed him the hat. Simona, a junior in the theater department, was wearing a raucously sexy outfit of fishnet stockings, garters, and a miniskirt, and her ample tits were almost bursting out the extremely revealing, lacy top she was wearing. She was a very pretty girl, with a deep olive complexion and dark—almost black, almond-shaped eyes. She was short—not much more than 5 feet tall, and could not have weighed more than 95 pounds, despite having such large breasts. She was usually the center of a lot of “action” during the cuttings: at the last meeting she had been gangbanged and DP’ed by five guys who all had unloaded inside her, on her insistence. It had been an awesome sight, seeing her on her hands and knees, cum pouring out of her ass and pussy. A lot of guys—and some girls—were staring at her on the stage now as the crowd made a fake drum roll with their hands as Brian reached in and pulled out a name.

“Lynn.”

There was a brief pause, some murmuring, and then all heads were turned to one side of the room, where a cute girl with straight brown hair and large, expressive eyes was apparently having an urgent discussion with the guy next to her. After a tense moment, she stood up and said with a determined but shaking voice, “I accept.” As she walked toward the stage, she tried her best to be courageous and not to show her fear, which made her only more endearing. She couldn’t have been more than 18 years old, the minimum age to enter as a contestant, although 17-year-olds were admitted to the CCC’s meetings if they wanted to observe and take place in other activities. She was wearing a light green summer dress, which showed off her trim figure, shapely legs, and petite physique. She was tiny—only about 5 feet tall—and innocent, like a child. The audience cheered her and gave her encouraging applause as she made her way to the stage and then stood there, beginning to smile as she basked in the generous attention and supportive cheers.

“Marcie.”

From the other side of the room there was an enthusiastic whoop as a hot-bodied, slim but full-breasted redhead—probably the same age as Lynn but much more confident and outgoing—shouted enthusiastically “I accept!” The audience cheered her loudly as she practically skipped to the stage and stood next to Lynn, beaming, looking very young and fresh in her jeans, a simple t-shirt, and white sneakers with a cute yellow daisy design. From her reaction, one would think the stakes were entirely different: she was like a contestant on a game show that awarded expensive prizes. She stood about five inches taller than Lynn, and her whole aspect exuded confidence, which helped Lynn to calm down and really start enjoying herself. Her irrepressible smile and energy won everybody over: in her excitement, Marcie grabbed Lynn’s hand and held it as Brian drew the next name.

“Kurt.”

A powerfully built guy—easily 6 feet tall, with close-cropped dark brown hair, an athletic body, and huge, muscular arms, stood up and—as matter of fact as he could say it—said “I accept.” As he stood up, the girl next to him reached up as if to hold him back, or perhaps just to touch him—worrying, likely, about what might happen to him. After leaning over to her and saying something and gesturing to her not to worry, he walked up to the stage, the picture of confidence. The crowd cheered and admired him for his courage—and his physique—as he joined the two women on the stage and stood next to Marcie.

“Steve K.”

A tall, thin guy with dark, curly hair, olive complexion, striking cobalt-blue eyes, and a lady-killer smile, got up and—trying to match or even outdo the confidence of the previously chosen contestant, said “I accept,” and walked to the stage. The crowd cheered even more loudly: he was probably the best-looking guy in the room, and everyone was excited that they’d be watching him compete in the upcoming rounds. Rather than stand next to Kurt, he chose to stand next to Lynn and took her hand in his in a most gentlemanly, kind gesture. She was smiling more broadly than ever now.

“Beth Somers!”

The room rocked with a huge cheer as Beth pumped her fist into the air and sprang to her feet, shouting, “I accept!” She practically ran up to the stage. It was actually quite incredible odds: she had been chosen as a contestant at the previous meeting of the CCC and had made it to the final round of the competition. She joined the contestants, standing next to Kurt, and grabbed his hand in her excitement.

“Susan K.”

A full-bosomed but slim and attractive blonde of medium height, wearing a tight-fitting short-sleeved turtleneck and a short jeans skirt that showed off her lovely, firm behind, and with her hair coiled on her head in thick braids, stood up nervously and—in stark contrast with Beth’s enthusiasm, hesitated slightly before saying “I accept” in a slightly accented voice. As she proceeded down the central aisle towards the stage, those who were close to the aisle noticed tears welling in her eyes as she fought to remain brave and strong. She had lovely features and the most lustrous, flawless skin and a delicate mouth. But just as with Lynn, the crowd’s cheers and shouts of “You Go, girl!” helped her as she made it to the stage and took her place next to Beth, who was extremely supportive and who leaned over and whispered something into her ear and took her hand. Beth’s good cheer and whatever she had told Susan boosted her confidence: a brilliant smile illuminated her angelic face now, and she gave a short wave to someone in the audience.

“Larry.”

A rather average-looking guy of medium height—with medium-brown hair and a slight physique, wearing jeans and a light-brown button-down shirt, hesitated for a few seconds and then stood up and said “I accept,” as if submitting to fate. He looked in shock, actually—like being chosen was the last thing he would have expected. He tried to put a good face to things as he walked up to the stage and stood next to Susan, who looked slightly less enthusiastic now as a result of Larry’s trepidations: you could see the turmoil on his face. One other thing was quite apparent: he might have been frightened, but he was also quite evidently turned on. People in the audience took notice and wondered what he would look like when he stripped naked, which was soon to come.

“Jennifer.”

“I accept!” came an excited shout from the back of the room. Jennifer, an asian girl with a winning smile, came running up to the front of the room, skipping in glee. She was about 5 foot 3 and had a sprightly, petite physique. She wore her jet black hair in a short, pixie cut, with prominent bangs, and had a decidedly artsy, slightly punk look to her; part of her hair was died bright pink, which gave her cute looks an easygoing touch. She sported a very small diamond stud in her nose and had multiple piercings in her ears. Dressed in low-cut jeans that fit her like a glove, she was clearly comfortable with her body and showed it off to advantage: she had a pierced navel from which a small charm dangled, and—just above the very low waistline of her pants, two small red hearts tattooed, suggesting where her ovaries might be. Above her bare midriff—which emphasized her small waist and slim hips, Jennifer wore a cut-off tank top: all simple, yet devastatingly sexy. Also noteworthy were her delicate, long fingers, beautifully shaped: you could easily imagine her doing something creative with them.

“Well,” Brian said, “We have a full complement of female panelists—one lovelier than the next. We need to draw two more males.” And then, as luck would have it, the next two names Brain drew from the hat were males, and both accepted. John was a handsome jock type: he played baseball on the school team and had an athlete’s quickness and strong, energetic step. He was just under 6 feet tall, with sandy light-brown hair and playful brown eyes, even features, straight nose, and a strong chin—a very “All-American” look. Sanford was a Ghanain exchange student with silky-looking, almost ebony skin: his teeth and the whites of his eyes shone brightly against his gleaming dark skin. He had a winning smile and exuded warmth and ease. He might have been an inch taller than John, but with a much larger build. When Brian read his name, he accepted with grace, smiling broadly.

“Good—we have a full complement. Now for the accuracy check.”

Brian stepped down off the table and dumped the contents of the hat where he had formerly been standing. He read each name aloud, and ascertained that the process had been fair.

“OK, all is in order and we can begin. The contestants will now strip.”

The guys seemed to take longer than the women, except for Sanford, who seemed proud—even eager—to undress (he did have an impressive, toned body). Actually, everyone was rather distracted—guys and girls undressing right next to each other. Marcie, the redhead, was naked first: in a flash she was out of her clothes, her large, perky nipples already at attention, capping breasts that were surprisingly full, yet perfectly shaped. Perhaps she was fastest because she had also worn nothing underneath her jeans: she had left her pussy trimmed but natural, showing off a patch of bright orange hair around her pussy. She appeared completely natural, naked in front of everyone, and clearly was enjoying the moment. There was an excited murmur as Sanford pulled down his briefs, revealing a penis of enormous girth, already fully erect and about 10 or 11 inches long, with a huge cock head. More surprising yet was Larry: it didn’t seem possible that a guy with his unimposing physique could have such an enormous cock. Although his penis wasn’t quite as thick as Sanford’s, it was even longer and angled sharply upwards, pulsing, as he stood there. There was almost a gasp from the audience. The audience became more enthusiastic yet, with admiring whistles and cheers of approval, as in rapid succession Jennifer, Beth, and Lynn lost the last of their clothes. Pedictably, some wolf-whistles sounded from some randy females in the audience as Steve removed his boxer shorts, revealing a nicely proportioned, 8-inch cock, fully erect and straight as an arrow. Kurt, John, and Susan were the last to get naked, perhaps intimidated a bit by undressing in front of a roomful of people. Although neither John nor Kurt was erect, you could tell they weren’t lacking, and Kurt had the most prodigious balls, which hung heavy in the huge sack between his legs. Susan was the last to be fully undressed: apparently a rather private person, she hesitated as she stood in front of the crowd. Goose bumps covered her taught skin and she was shivering in excitement and embarrassment, standing almost naked, with all eyes on her. Finally, the shouts of encouragement—which were clearly for her because all of the other contestants were already standing completely naked—convinced her to remove her bra and panties. The innocence of her movements as she removed her pink, lacy bra and delicately cut panties thrilled the audience; she could not have undressed any sexier if she had tried, and the brilliant thing was that she had not tried. A huge cheer erupted from the audience when all were finally standing on the stage, completely naked. By now, John and Kurt were getting visibly excited, their penises growing and lifting with each powerful throb of blood pumping into them.

“Wonderful!” said Brian. “Now if you wouldn’t mind, please take a seat and spread your legs so we can get a good look. Fabulous! Contestants: if you would, please tell us briefly your name, age, major (if you’re a student) and why you’re here, and then we can get right to our activities for the evening, which I’m sure you’re eagerly awaiting. Let’s start with Lynn and proceed in the order in which you were called to the stage. To move things along, let’s hold our applause until all our contestants have introduced themselves.” Brian nodded to Lynn.

“Hi, I’m Lynn, I’m 18 years old and a psych major,” she said, blushing as she sat, her legs wide apart, her toes not quite reaching the ground on either side of the chair. “This is my third meeting and being here—I mean putting my name into the hat—is the craziest thing I’ve ever done! But I couldn’t wait to participate, even though my boyfriend isn’t too happy about it. I just needed to do this: I’ve never experienced anything so exciting—I just wanted to be part of it!”

“Hi, I’m Marcie, and I’m also 18 and a freshman in biology. This is my fifth meeting. It’s sort of embarrassing, I guess, but I’ve always had a really kinky imagination and have done some pretty weird things. I guess I also like pain. I’ve always hoped I’d be chosen as a contestant.”

At this, there were a few whoops from the audience and a female voice in the audience shouted “Yeah baby!” Even Marcie blushed, and Brian had to motion people to contain themselves so the introductions could proceed.

“Hi, I’m Kurt. I’m 20 and I’m a business major. This is my third meeting. I’m here because my girlfriend and I had a bet and she won. We both love to come here and get involved, although I hadn’t planned on participating—not until I lost the bet. It’s pretty exciting, though, being up here. I don’t know who’s more nervous—my girlfriend or me!”

The audience gave Kurt a brief, encouraging cheer.

“I’m Steve.” Some more whoops were heard from a few enthusiastic females in the crowd, and he smiled in acknowledgment. “I’m 21 and a senior in the government and society program. This is my sixth time here. I just love the excitement, and I figured it would be a lot more intense—and interesting—to compete this time.”

“Hi, I’m Beth.” Again there was a brief whoop of applause and a few wolf-whistles. “I’m 25 and have one semester left in my graduate accounting program—but I’m planning to stay in the area and keep coming here! This is my 16th time and my fourth time as a contestant, and as I’ve always said, I’m here for the rush I get—especially when I get to be a contestant. There’s nothing like it.”

Someone whistled again in appreciation, and then Brian nodded to Susan.

“Hello, I’m Susan, and I’m 20 years old exchange student from Denmark,” she said with a lilting accent. “I am studying nursing. My friend Eliza told me of here, I couldn’t believe there was this club. It is so exciting! This is my eighth time here. I wanted to be very brave finally and participate—before I only watched—and had fun in the audience! And this meeting is very special in the year. I get so excited coming here—but now I am very nervous!” A man in the audience gave a huge whoop, and she smiled and nodded.

“Hi, I’m Larry. I’m 21 and a physics major. This is my fourth time here. I guess I have to say the same as a lot of other people here: the rush is just incredible, seeing girls getting their clits cut is amazing, and they’re incredible for playing. I still can’t get over it! They’re so brave, and I wanted to be brave, too. It’s only fair. But it’s still sort of a shock being up here!”

“Hi, I’m Jennifer. I’m 21 and a studio art major. This is my 9th time here. You couldn’t keep me away from here if you tried! My friend Beth, who helped start the club, invited me and I haven’t missed a meeting since. I’ve been hoping to be a contestant—although the GCA is pretty serious stuff! But actually, for as long as I’ve known—even way before I heard about the club, I’ve fantasized about…about having my parts cut off! I know it’s kinky, but I love the idea of pleasure deprivation, and pain…it’s sort of weird, but I like it.” A guy in the audience stood up and shouted “yeah! You rock!” and Jennifer gave him a friendly wave.

“I’m John, and I’m 20 and a Phys Ed major. This is my fifth time here, and I just got hooked from the first time. And it’s weird what Jennifer just said: for the longest time I’ve had this strange idea of risking my…my cock, and I was floored when a good friend of mine, Caroline, told me about this weird club on campus. She comes here all the time, and when I saw her up on stage at the last meeting, I knew I wanted to be here, too.”

“Hi, I’m Sanford, I’m 22 years old, an exchange student from Ghana. I am an education major. This is my sixth time, and this here is the wildest group I’ve ever met. I love to come to meetings and watch and get it on when things heat up. It’s crazy that I’m here though—I just threw my name into the hat, not really thinking about anything except for the excitement…sort of ‘thinkin’ with the wrong head!’” The audience couldn’t help laughing! “But the others are right: it’s WAY more exciting being up here than just watching. And Larry’s right: fair is fair. We should all throw our names into the hat.”

“Well, THAT’S the sort of spirit we love to hear from our contestants!,” Brian said, then thanked the participants again for their spirit, and continued.

“We have a lot ahead of us tonight, so let’s get going and start right in. Will our Grand Mistress, Laura, please come to the stage so we can begin the first round?”

A stunning, slim, petite girl with black hair worn in bangs, wearing an elegant pair of black, somewhat high-heeled shoes, with exotic-looking makeup and wearing an ornate, black silk robe, approached the stage and stood just off to the side of Lynn. Then, in one fluid motion, she dropped the robe from her shoulders and tossed it to the floor and stood there, naked, her body aglow with an aura everybody could feel. The audience gasped, seeing her bare, open pussy, completely exposed, with no labia or hood or clit: beneath a demurely shaved patch of dark pubic hair, her slit was completely bare, smooth, empty—like the slit of a baby girl. It also looked slightly open—as if you could almost look right inside her pussy. Although there were plenty of members who had been to the GCAs before, nobody had really had a good look at such a spectacle before: the look was most shocking and very different from the bloody mutilations they had witnessed before at the GCAs. Her pussy still looked healthy and fresh, but it was very pink in a strange, obvious way that drew immediate attention, and it glistened with moisture—it was practically open, after all. As she stood in the excitement of the roomful of people looking at her, an opaque drop of moisture leaked out of her vagina and started flowing slowly down the inside of her left thigh, an unabashed display of the eroticism charging everyone in the room. Lynn, who was sitting very close to Laura, could smell the musky, racy scent of sex—the naughty girl must have just been fucked, and that was cum dripping out of her pussy, down her leg! Lynn couldn’t help staring at the pussy of this woman, a pussy that a year ago was publicly desexed and gushing with blood (she wished she’d been there to see this gorgeous girl get cut), just as hers might be if she got unlucky. Yet the Grand Mistress proudly flaunted her special distinction, and she was clearly still able to “get some”: her pride in her modification and her dignified bearing only enhanced her sexiness and inspired confidence in Lynn and in a few of the other contestants, who had begun to wonder if they had made a terrible mistake when they had thrown their name into the hat. Having her cunt sliced up surely didn’t keep this girl from fucking! In fact, it seemed only to add to her appeal and desirability. Still, one couldn’t help wonder what she now felt during sex.

The Grand Mistress was holding five marked straws in her hand and presented them to Lynn, who drew the first straw. “Tell the audience your number, please,” the Grand Mistress intoned. “FOUR,” Lynn said, and clutched the straw as if it were a talisman. The Grand Mistress continued to the other females: Marcie drew a One, Beth drew a Three, Susan drew a Five, and Jennifer was left with a Two.

The Grand Mistress then collected the straws from the women and went down the line, offering the male contestants the straws, the numbered end concealed in her hand, asking them to clearly say to the audience the number they had chosen. The draw would determine a most fateful matchup: for one man, the draw would determine the last woman he would ever get to fuck as a complete man, the last woman he’d ever get to enjoy while “intact.” Of course, the women were thinking the same thought, knowing that blind fate would determine the last man one of them would ever get to know while she remained whole, but also the person who would be partner to her desexing, after which she’d never again feel the intense rush of an orgasm.

Steve, standing to the left of Lynn, drew first. “FOUR.” The Grand Mistress turned toward the audience and announced to all that Steve would be paired with Lynn (which was convenient, as they were already standing next to each other), and asked him to kindly stand behind her chair. Kurt drew next. “TWO.” The Grand Mistress turned toward the audience and announced to all that Kurt would be paired with Jennifer, and asked him to stand behind her chair. Larry drew next: “FIVE.” The Grand Mistress turned toward the audience and announced to all that Larry would be paired with Susan. John drew next. “ONE.” The Grand Mistress turned toward the audience and announced to all that John would be paired with Marcie, which left Sanford and Beth as the last pair: Sanford was smiling broadly as he went over and stood behind Beth’s chair. They exchanged a warm smile as he approached her: they were delighted because they would have chosen each other if the decision hadn’t been made for them. Actually, all five couples looked very excited, about to put on the performance of their lifetime.

As the Grand Mistress took her place at the side of the stage, Brian pronounced: “Let me again briefly recap this evening’s pairs:

Kurt and Jennifer

Steve and Lynn

Larry and Susan

John and Marcie

Sanford and Beth

“And now I am pleased to announce the opening of round one, in which the females will attempt to be the first to fellate their partner to orgasm. Our Grand Mistress will remain on the stage, near the action, to verify that all rules are followed and to peform other actions required by the competition. In the interest of saving time, I will not repeat the rules, unless anyone requests that I do so. OK, then. Will the female partners now kindly kneel next to their partners, facing sideways to the audience, to give everyone a better view? Fine! Are the contestants ready? Begin!”

It was quite a sight to see the five pairs going at it on the stage, the women trying their best to get their partners off. At the left of the stage, Lynn and Steve were clearly drawing most of the audience’s attention. Kneeling at his Steve’s feet, his cock throbbing above her sweet face, Lynn had looked with the most lascivious grin straight into Steve’s deep blue eyes and then plunged his whole 8 inches to the depths of her throat, burying her face right in his crotch and not even gagging, surprising Steve and everyone in the audience who witnessed this incredible deep throat act. With increasing abandon he then plunged his full length again and again right down her throat, and you could actually see her throat distend as she hungrily pulled him in with her arms hugging him tightly around his legs. The money was on them to win this round.

None of the other girls were able to match Lynn’s talents in this department, but they were putting on a good show—even Beth, who had never experienced a cock so enormous as Sanford’s and who could barely fit the head into her mouth. Remembering not to touch his penis with her hands, she was caressing his muscular thighs with one hand and massaging his balls with the other while licking and nibbling his cockhead. Sanford was in heaven, but as the minutes wore on he was not making any progress towards cumming and began to urge her to take him deeper. Try as she might, all she could do was barely get the head about half into her mouth: she was unable to do anything with her tongue either, as his cockhead completely filled her mouth. But he was still in heaven, watching Beth—probably the prettiest of the female contestants (and that was saying a lot because they were all gorgeous)—servicing him so eagerly, doing whatever she could to get him off.

Next to Sanford and Beth, however, Marcie and John were putting on quite a show, even giving Lynn and Steve serious competition. Marcie was getting John’s penis deep into her mouth, and both of them were clearly very turned on by each other. Massaging his balls and running her hands up and down his strong legs, she was getting him close at a rapid pace. John, looking down at Marcie’s gorgeous green eyes and the gentle sway of her large, milky white breasts and the brush of her erect nipples against his legs, was feeling the urgency starting to build deep inside his groin, and his cock throbbed as she took him as deep into her throat as she could, swirling her tongue around his shaft and cockhead.

If not for the urgency of the situation and the sense that they were falling behind the competition, Kurt and Jennifer would have been really enjoying themselves. But they were getting nervous as they realized time clicking by and the intensity not building as fast as they needed—until Jennifer did something that immediately brought them back into the competition: rather than simply kneeling before Kurt and sucking him off, she told him with a desperate urgency to pull out the chair and lie down—that she was going to suck the cum right out of him. The way she said that, and the way she was now on her hands and knees in front of the chair, with her tender, sweet breasts swaying, her pussy and ass exposed for all to see, and a hungry, cum-eating look on her face, immediately shifted Kurt into high gear. Jennifer’s mouth felt so warm and insistent, and he’d never been in a situation even close to this erotic, although his girlfriend Cathy and he had fucked at previous meetings of the CCC while girls were getting cut below, and that had also been intense (a few times he blew his load into Cathy’s pussy right when the victim’s clitoris was cut). But Jennifer had this cute way about her, and knowing that she had such bent fantasies of having her parts cut off was making Kurt increasingly excited. He was rock hard as she plunged his shaft over and over down her throat, farther than Cathy ever could take: it was an amazing feeling as his cock bumped against the back of Jennifer’s throat. In less than a minute he knew he’d be cumming hard: he wanted to watch Jennifer’s expression as her mouth filled up with his hot cum, and he wanted to see her swallow his cum in front of everyone. He also knew Cathy was terribly jealous as she watched him up there, and that made the whole experience even more exciting.

Perhaps the only ones not really in the running any more were Susan and Larry. Susan hadn’t had much experience with giving head, and there was no way she could handle more than about a third of Larry’s cock in her mouth, although she wished she could and fantasized what it would be like if she could only open up her throat and take him all the way down. Larry was holding her head and pulling her mouth towards him, and she was doing her best to keep from gagging. She had a lovely, soft mouth, and her swaying breasts were an incredible turn-on, but he knew there was no way he’d be winning this round. Instead, looking at the sweet face of this flaxen-haired girl who had come to America to study and probably couldn’t have dreamt she’d ever do anything like this, he imagined what the next round would be like. He hoped she’d be big enough to take him deep into her lovely pussy, above which she’d left a sweetly trimmed golden patch: he couldn’t wait to fuck this gorgeous girl, to have her large, soft breasts against his chest, maybe to grab her hips and fuck her deep, doggy style, or perhaps watch her riding atop him, watching his cock going deep into her belly, spurting his cum deep inside her. There was something so sweet and kind and gentle about her: the thought occurred that he wanted to be with her even after the competition, to get to know her. And as he looked down at her, so earnestly and urgently trying to suck him off, their eyes met, and for a second they gazed into each other’s thoughts with clarity, recognizing an intense, intuitive connection. Suddenly, Larry realized that he needed to protect this beautiful girl, that yes, he definitely wanted to be with her—something about how they were together was incredibly special. The reality of the very dangerous contest they were in felt like a terrible weight for both, which gave them an immediate, intense urgency—of wanting to remain complete for each other, of being locked into a savage, cruel competition that might deprive them of something infinitely valuable they hoped to nurture. And with this mutual realization, both felt the beginnings of passion stirring in their loins, urged on by desperate necessity.

And then the predictable conclusion of the round came, although it could not have been closer. Lynn was groaning with deep, animal grunts as Steve was shoving his cock violently down her throat (you could actually see his cock making her throat bulge), faster and faster, grabbing her hair, commanding her with brutal roughness in his voice, “Take it! Take my cock!” Right next to them, John was hoarsely demanding Marcie, “Suck me! Suck me harder! Suck my cum!” But they were a second or two late, as with a final, huge thrust of his cock all the way down Lynn’s throat, Steve shot his cum straight into her belly, roaring “DONE!” and throwing an arm straight into the air in victory. Lynn had the presence of mind to push immediately against him so the next gobs of cum spurting from his cock filled her mouth, so she could have the necessary evidence to prove they had won the round. And as she pushed against Steve’s thighs, feeling the warm, slightly bitter and salty but clean-tasting ejaculate shoot against the roof of her mouth from his pulsing cock, she glanced to the side, knowing that Marcie and John had almost been there first, and caught a momentary, panicked look on John’s contorted face as he gasped in horror, “Oh no…oh NO!” and—pulling out immediately from Marcie’s eager mouth—fought for a second to hold back what was inevitable, beyond saving. And then he watched in horror as his cock erupted all over Marcie’s face, shooting an enormous load over her face in seven or eight rapid spurts that leapt from his cock in great white loops, arcing onto her forehead and cheekbones, splashing onto her neck, jetting into her hair and eyes and then dripping onto her heaving breasts. She held onto John’s legs as if she was weathering a storm, gasping, openmouthed at the shocking assault, and a huge jet of cum landed squarely inside her open mouth. She winced and jerked her head back as the next shot got her in the left eye and one final spurt landed on her left tit, and then it was over: she was soaked and dripping with his cum in front of everyone. Stunned, she rested at his feet, her arms still around John’s strong calves, a huge gob of cum completely covering her left eye, which she didn’t dare to open, her head averted from the audience, in sudden embarrassment. And then the realization came that it was over, mostly: she’d not be the one to leave with her pussy mutilated and bleeding. And then she remembered the needles, which would be her “punishment.” They were a frightening thought, but that was just pain: they weren’t disfiguring, and she would remain intact. The horrible tension of the competition was past, and she awaited the painful needles through her tits as though they were a gift that had saved her from a worse fate. A smile spread across her cum-spattered, dripping face, and—looking now at John, who realized that the competition was essentially over for him and he, too, would leave intact, she gave him a big grin, and jokingly said, “Thanks!” They shared a laugh, tempered with anxiety over the painful procedure ahead. Still, neither was disappointed with the outcome: it was a huge relief to know they’d not be the ones getting cut.

Kurt and Jennifer had come close, and Kurt had begun to feel the urgency of his orgasm as an imminent inevitability, but when Steve shouted “Done!” he immediately (and regretfully!) pulled out of Jennifer’s mouth and just barely managed to keep his “composure,” as did Larry and Susan. Laura, the Grand Mistress, had by now inspected Lynn’s mouth, which was brimming full of Steve’s semen and which she was showing the audience with pride, with her mouth wide open. Laura helped Lynn to her feet, and standing and facing the audience, Lynn gulped down the load. The crowd gave her an enormous cheer as Lynn and Steve collected their clothes and returned to the audience. Brian announced with great fanfare, “Let’s give Lynn and Steve—and all our other contestants—a big hand. WHAT a first round that was!”

Again there was a huge cheer, before Brian continued: “And because of the way the last round finished—and, John, I know what it’s like!—we have some unfinished business before we can proceed to round 2. It looked like you two would have won if you’d just been a second faster, but that’s how things go sometimes. Are you prepared to undergo the needle procedure, then?” John and Marcie looked at each other and then both nodded “yes”; although the procedure sounded painful, they were perversely turned on by the thought of it—especially that they would experience it together. By now Marcie was wiping the cum off her face with her hands and rubbing it into her tits and onto her belly. And then, completely in the spirit of the moment, she indulged a naughty urge and licked a big gob of cum right off her hand and sucked it down, smiling and then opening her mouth wide to show it was all gone. The audience roared its approval!

“Well, it looks like John and Marcie are making the most of the situation. Let’s give them our encouragement!”

A big whooping cheer went through the crowd as the Grand Mistress rolled out a cart with a tray containing an intimidating assortment of needles, swabs, and medical implements, and motioned John to sit on the edge of the chair, which he promptly did. The other contestants on the stage stood behind and eagerly looked on. By now, John’s erection had subsided, so—kneeling in front of him and motioning to Marcie to stand behind his chair—the Grand Mistress began performing so the audience could have the best view possible as she expertly sucked and massaged his cock and balls, occasionally nibbling on his cockhead to make it painfully tender. This treatment had the effect she had anticipated: his penis grew quickly in her mouth, throbbing as it hardened. Taking his cock deep down her mouth, she closed her teeth hard around the base of his cock, biting down on it almost to the point of drawing blood and then thrashing her head side to side as she lifted off of him, her teeth sharp against his now painfully throbbing erection, almost drawing blood as they scraped hard against his shaft and then gave a last, rough bite on his now overly sensitive cockhead, which made John flinch. She now reclined John’s chair and made him lie down. Donning a pair of surgical gloves, she swabbed his sore, erect penis with an alcohol wipe and, working quickly and systematically, took a long, glass sound from the tray, squirted some lubricant onto it from a plastic tube, and positioned it at the tip of his penis.

John was both turned on and scared, how quickly it was all happening. All eyes were on him as the Grand Mistress probed him with the sound and then began to introduce the hollow glass rod into his penis. “Gentle!,” John said, inhaling sharply as he felt the initial discomfort of the rather wide rod stretching and pushing through the slit in his cockhead and then plunge quickly and with strange ease deep into his cock: it was not altogether an unpleasant sensation. For a second he was again aware of Marcie, standing behind him, watching, and he noticed she was so turned on that she was absently stroking her clit as they both watched the Grand Mistress—this completely naked, amazingly sexy woman whose pussy had been cut to pieces—perform this procedure on him. The Grand Mistress looked into his eyes: “How is it?” she asked him, with a sardonic smile. “Good!” he barely managed to say, with a brief nod, and she winked at him as she stopped pushing the rod and verified its depth with a finger placed on the underside of his cock. He would have given anything to fuck her right then, right there—even if he had to sacrifice his whole cock to this torturess. The bottom of the rod was about an inch above the base of his penis—just right. At this point the Grand Mistress became very businesslike—almost unfriendly as she took what must have been a ten-inch needle from the tray and—looking right into John’s eyes—told him to lie still, that it would be over soon and that he needed to cooperate to ensure his safety—that any sudden moves and he might shatter the delicate glass tube in his penis or break the needle deep inside, either of which would cause a very “difficult situation.”

What was first exciting now became terrifying as John saw the long needle in her hand, rapidly approaching his cock. The Grand Mistress now eyed his cock with steely concentration, holding the gleaming, sharply pointed steel next to his penis and making a note of the depth it would have to reach before she’d make the sudden push through the highly sensitive urethra. The Grand Mistress explained to John that the sharp end of the needle—the lancet—was actually formed like a razor and that it would cut rather than punch—or tear—through the urethra, causing some bleeding but ultimately less tissue damage. John tried to hide his fright and lie as still as he could. At first he felt only the faint, strange clicking of the needle inside his cock as it bumped against the sides of the tube, slowly descending deep into him, and he watched in dread fascination as more of the needle disappeared into the tube. The Grand Mistress now stopped feeding the needle into the tube and looked at him, raising a questioning eyebrow. John nodded, his mouth open with fear, ready to shout in pain. He felt her gloved hand against the tip of his cock, pushing firmly downward, guiding his penis with her other hand to make it bend slightly at the base, right underneath the bottom of the glass tube. And then the hand holding the needle made a sudden downward jab. Immediately John felt a sharp, burning pain at the base of his cock. He looked down: the Grand Mistress was pressing his cock against his belly, allowing him to see the underside of his penis, from which protruded about an inch and a half of the needle right above his ball sack, which the needle had also jabbed as she had thrust it through his cock a bit overzealously. The lock hub on the other end of the needle protruded from the tip of his penis, which he was looking at straight on. A small drop of blood appeared where the needle had pierced straight through the underside of his cock, and there was another small drop of blood where the razor-sharp needle had nicked his sack. His penis was still rock hard, twitching in agony. He felt a hot sensation—almost like he was urinating—as blood pooled in his urethra. A bright red bubble of blood appeared in seconds at the tip of the glass tube, grew rapidly, and then flowed in an eager freshet down his tortured cock. The Grand Mistress smiled at him: “Very good. Relax. The bleeding is normal. Your girlfriend needs a bit of my attention now, but you must keep the needle where it is until we’re ready with her.” And then without warning, with the tip of her finger she playfully—and hard!—flicked the hub of the needle at the tip of his cock. A fresh bolt of pain shot through the wound at the bottom of his cock as the needle’s jerking movement aggravated the cut in his urethra (so much for her earlier concern about not tearing it!), which was now bleeding freely in a steady rivulet from where the needle protruded through the base of his penis. More alarming, the blood flowing out the tube at the tip of his penis was now coming in a pulsing stream, as if he were peeing blood. Chuckling with malicious glee, the Grand Mistress now guided his hand to the tip of his penis and placed his finger on the protruding hub of the needle: “Keep it still, OK?” Wincing from the sharp pain throbbing in his cock, John bit his lip and nodded.

Meanwhile, Marcie was watching John’s procedure, happening openly feet away from her as she stood behind him. She had never experienced anything so erotic as watching this sexual torture of the cock she had just been sucking off. Forgetting herself and instinctively reaching between her legs, she rubbed her engorged clit with one hand and massaged her breasts with the other, rubbing John’s slippery cum into her tits, the taste of the cum recently shot from his tortured, bleeding cock still fresh in her mouth. She watched in fascination and was now plunging two fingers into her sopping cunt when she was jolted back into reality: the Grand Mistress—now finished with John’s procedure—was reaching out for her hand and—winking at her, saying with a haughty, perhaps slightly cruel, uncompromising edge to her voice: “Your turn.” As the Grand Mistress guided Marcie to stand in front and to the side of the chair where John was lying, she stared at his bleeding cock pointing straight at the ceiling: the small rivulets of blood were beginning to slow now, leaving crooked, dark crimson lines down his cock and dripping slowly onto the floor from his ball sack, for all the audience to see.

“I want you to stand sideways to the audience, now, Marcie, so everyone can have a good view of the needles as I push them deep into your pretty little tits. Too bad you and your boyfriend weren’t just a little bit faster: you would have saved yourself a lot of pain.” As Marcie caught sight of the huge needles in the tray, whatever confidence she had was suddenly gone, replaced by a terrible fear. The Grand Mistress now donned a fresh pair of sterile gloves, soaked a large cotton gauze pad with alcohol, and proceeded to thoroughly swab Marcie’s aureoles and nipples to disinfect where the needles would soon be plunging deep into her tit flesh.

The Grand Mistress moved with expertise and efficiency, not concerned at all with Marcie’s fears. With a brusqueness that deprived Marcie of any say, the Grand Mistress took a long length of surgical rubber tubing from the tray and tightly wound the tubing a few times first around Marcie’s left breast and neatly tucked in the ends, and then took another length of tubing and did the same with Marcie’s right breast. Marcie’s ample, creamy-white tits, constricted by the tubing, immediately started to swell and turn color, deepening from bright pink to purple. Grabbing Marcie’s left tit firmly in one hand, the Grand Mistress took a needle from the tray of surgical tools, held it against Marcy’s tit to find how long of a needle her breast would take, and then exchanged it for another, even longer needle—a sinister-looking shaft five inches long and almost an eighth of an inch in diameter—the sort used for donating blood and constructed precisely to promote efficient flow of blood through the needle. Marcie felt a sickness in her stomach as she saw the huge needle the Grand Mistress planned to thrust into her breast: “No!” she whimpered, and her legs started to shake from nervousness: she had pictured something thin and much shorter—like the sort used for giving injections. The Grand Mistress said only, “Stay still now!” with a stern, commanding voice and positioned the razor-sharp tip of the immense needle right against the center of Marcie’s hard, completely erect nipple as she looked into Marcie’s green eyes, which seemed like the eyes of a frightened child. Grabbing the distended breast firmly in her left hand, the Grand Mistress suddenly shoved the needle with one strong push straight through Marcie’s left nipple, deep into her breast, stopping only when the hub was firmly against the nipple, preventing it from going any deeper. Marcie cried out in pain, letting out a heartrending wail and gasping for breath. The Grand Mistress now let go of the breast, which—from being bound so tightly and from the deep inner bleeding that started almost immediately—had begun turning a dark purple.

Marcie’s breasts stood unnaturally from her chest, and the Grand Mistress took Marcie by her shoulders and roughly turned her to face the audience. The protruding end of the needle glinted in the bright light, the full length of the shaft buried deep in her tit flesh. From the end of the needle there suddenly started a quick, steady dripping of blood from deep within Marcie’s breast, which ached and burned as if there were a fiery coal deep inside it. Weeping in pain and panicking at seeing her blood pouring out the needle from her deeply skewered tit, she shook in terror as the Grand Mistress again turned her sideways to the audience, roughly grabbed her other tit, and—positioning another needle at the tip of her right nipple—drove the needle right to the hilt with one brutal push. Marcie let out a terrible cry and gasped in anguish, cringing in an instinctive response to protect herself, bending at the waist and putting her hands tight in front of her pussy, her whole body aching as the terrible pain radiated from her tortured breasts and registered as a horrible ache deep in her womb. The Grand Mistress yanked Marcie by her hair and told her to stand straight and put her hands in back of her, which Marcie did, obeying from fear and terror of the Grand Mistress’ commands. The Grand Mistress roughly took Marcie by the shoulders and turned her again to face the audience so it could watch her agony full-on as the blood streamed out of her nipples. Marcie felt the blood welling up deep inside her breasts: the right tit was bleeding even faster than the left. Some blood dripped straight onto the floor, while two eager rivulets began flowing down the undersides of her breasts, down her belly. Below her belly, the streaming blood followed the crease of her groin towards her pussy, wetting her bright red pubic hair in a dark, matted curl from which blood dripped onto the floor and splashed onto her pretty feet, the crimson, thick drops splashing in a steady rhythm, making it look as though her pussy were bleeding, too. Marcie’s legs were violently shaking as blood continued to gush from her nipples: tears coursed down her cheeks as she sobbed, overwhelmed by pain and fear as she felt her blood pumping out her tits with each throbbing beat of her pulse, accompanied by a nauseating, dull ache deep in her womb.

The audience gasped at the bleeding, which looked very serious; few were prepared for such a gory sight. John watched as this delightful, sexy, confident girl who had given him such pleasure now wailed in pain: he felt guilty that he couldn’t have been just a few seconds faster and saved her this torment, which seemed far worse than the pain (mostly discomfort, actually) his torture had entailed. The Grand Mistress, smug and uncaring, left Marcie standing for a half minute or so, the blood steadily dripping out both her deeply wounded tits, and then told John to (carefully!) stand up and face Marcie: “Time to get this over with no?” she said to him. The Grand Mistress now instructed John and Marcie to grab each other’s needles at the hub: she would count down from five, for the audience to hear, and after “1” she would command “PULL!” whereupon they were to pull each other’s needles in one swift motion. She guided their hands to each other’s needles and started counting. “Five, four, three, two, one, PULL!”

With a swift motion, John pulled Marcie’s needles, feeling almost no resistance as they came out surprisingly easily from deep within her soft, tender, bruised tits, the needles dripping with blood, just as she pulled the needle out of John’s cock, barely able to concentrate on this task. For John, there was a brief, sharp pain as once again blood flowed freely out the tip of his penis and dripped steadily onto the floor. Lubricated and propelled by the blood flowing up his urethra, the glass tube started to come out from John’s cock, and the Grand Mistress pulled it out with one swift movement, which let out a stream of blood backed up behind the tube. John felt a rush of heat in his cock and looked down to see his cock peeing blood. For Marcie, the worst part of the whole ordeal was the needles coming out: as John yanked out the needles, a jet of thick, dark blood spurted out from the holes now visible in each nipple, from which blood then continued to pour freely. The immediate rush of pain hit her deep in her womb, as if someone had punched her up her cunt: Marcie saw stars and let out a gasping, wailing, cry: her deeply wounded breasts felt like they were on fire inside. John and Marcie stood there in front of the audience, transfixed by their pain, absently holding each other’s needles, naked and bleeding from their sex.

The Grand Mistress now pressed a thick, sterile gauze pad firmly against Marcie’s nipples, from which blood was flowing at an alarming rate. Although thick drops of blood were still dripping out the end of John’s penis, he was concerned only about Marcie: he looked on helplessly as the weeping girl, on instructions from the Grand Mistress, had given the Grand Mistress the needle she had been holding and was now holding the gauze pads firmly to her breasts. Marcie let out a piercing shriek and again wailed in agony as the Grand Mistress with a quick motion untied the surgical tubing constricting each breast. With the sudden release of pressure, the sensation in her breasts only sharpened—the nerves had been somewhat dulled by her tits being so firmly tied; she was on the verge of passing out. But shortly the bleeding began to slow, and Marcie’s terrible cries of pain soon died to sobs as she continued to apply firm pressure, which was having the desired effect, slowing the alarming bleeding from her nipples. The thick gauze pads were now completely soaked through and almost dripping with her blood, and the Grand Mistress gave her fresh gauze pads to hold against her tits. Slowly, the pain began to diminish to tolerable levels as the bleeding subsided.

John looked at Marcie: her hairline was wet with sweat, and a glob of his cum had dried on her forehead, matting down her hair. Her face was puffy from crying, her skin shiny with streaks where his sperm had run down her face, her neck, her chest. A long white stream of thick cum shone in the light, prominent against her red hair. Her tits were bruised a deep dark purple and smeared with blood, which had dripped down her belly and thighs and splashed onto her narrow, delicately arched feet. She looked at him, his cock no longer erect but looking brutalized, a bruised, tortured piece of flesh caked with blood, which had run down the inside of his left thigh. They stood together now on the stage, in a world of their own for a moment, and looked into each other’s eyes and suddenly both started to smile: the release was complete, the competition and its tortures were now over for them. For John, the pain was just a nasty discomfort, but for Marcie it continued as a burning, throbbing sensation that consumed her tits: thankfully, the terrible ache in her womb seemed to be disappearing. John and Marcie felt a sudden rush from having come through the ordeal. The Grand Mistress winked at both of them; her cruelty had only heightened the excitement and the terror they had felt, but also the release. Again the Grand Mistress switched Marcie’s pads and told her to keep holding them tightly for the next 10 minutes and to take it easy and drink a lot of fluids because she had bled a lot. She placed a bandage on the puncture wound on the underside of John’s penis and handed John a few cans of juice from the cart. “Have Marcie drink these—there’s more at the registration desk. She should drink as much as she can. And take care of her tonight. Put these on her nipples in about half an hour,” she told him, handing him two thick Band Aids. “If you don’t want trouble, keep your wounds very clean, especially for the next 24 hours. Here’s Dr. James’ card if either of you needs to be in touch. And here’s a box of sterile, moistened wipes, to clean each other up. You’re free to go.”

The crowd was mesmerized by the bloody spectacle it had just witnessed, and as John gallantly took Marcie’s hand and walked her back into the audience (she looked weak and walked unsteadily), the crowd applauded their bravery and cheered them as they returned to sit together for the remainder of the evening. Some of the thrill of the competition had gone out of them, but as Brian announced the second—arguably most exciting round, both were surprised to find themselves lusting to see the yet more bloody tortures that awaited.

“Wow, what a round that was. I KNOW the audience enjoyed that one—Marcie, John, you did a heck of a job up there—our Grand Mistress gave you two quite a working over,” Brian said, once again propelling the evening’s activities towards the grand conclusion. Let’s give her a hand, too!” The Grand Mistress—who remained completely naked and was now hurrying to clean up the bloody mess on stage (Simona, the registration assistant was giving her a hand)—stopped for a second to acknowledge the audience’s cheers and did something that everyone said was one of the high points of the evening: she curtsied with a graceful movement that—in bending her legs and spreading open her thighs, relaxed and opened her vagina: one could look directly into the hole between her legs. She held the pose for several seconds, completely aware what she was doing. The audience roared its approval! And then with a bow and tremendous dignity and composure, she continued her work with Simona to prepare the stage for the next round.

“Wasn’t that spectacular!” Brian said. “And by the way, this year’s winner of the GCA’s will be given the honor—if she accepts it—of being the new Grand Mistress for the coming year. And now for the second round.”

The field was now narrowed to three couples: Larry and Susan, Beth and Sanford, and Kurt and Jennifer. All three couples were eager to begin the round and confident they would win it. Still, from the way the previous round concluded, all three couples were aware of how crucial each second was; moreover, they realized more than ever the stakes involved when one barely lost. While Brian talked, the audience noticed the partners in urgent discussion, and something Larry told Susan made her look at him in surprise. The audience wondered what these urgent last communications were—probably hints of what turned them on the fastest.

The guys looked at their partners and their lust was apparent to all: each couldn’t wait to fuck the pussy of his partner and to fill her with his cum. Beth couldn’t wait to have Sanford’s huge cock ramming her cunt. Her mouth may have been too small for him, but she’d once had a black lover before and his cock was almost as big as Sanford’s and it had felt wonderful inside her, filling her completely, stretching her in a way at once painful and pleasant, making her feel very much a woman.

Susan was wondering if she could take Larry’s full length: her vagina was tight but very deep, and nobody had ever been able to give her the feeling she wanted of being fucked to her core. But then she had never enjoyed a cock like his, which was almost twice as long as those of the five or six men she’d had. She wanted to take all of him inside her, to please him, which she felt as an urgent obligation, especially in light of what Larry had told her. Anyway, there was something endearing about him, intense but approachable: she liked him and was looking forward to enjoying him. And he seemed to like her a lot, too.

Although Jennifer had her wild fantasies, the reality of all the blood she had just seen scared her a bit. Still, she was confident that Kurt would finish quickly: in the previous round, she had felt the cum just about welling up in his cock, and she knew she turned him on. She couldn’t wait to have her cunt filled up with cum, and from the look of Kurt’s huge sack and testicles, she guessed he’d be a heavy cummer. She loved that feeling of cum spurting inside her cunt and then dripping out of her: it made her feel slutty, sexy, and she was really enjoying performing in front of all these people looking right at her. She felt a special thrill that Kurt’s girlfriend would be watching him pump his load right into her pussy, in front of everyone—that she’d show her what her man could do with a really hot pussy.

“We have a lot of action ahead, so unless someone requests that I review the rules, we will begin round two. Any questions?” Brian asked, and waited a few seconds. “OK, then. Contestants, the Grand Mistress will now inspect the vaginas of the females for any semen already there. Girls, please lie down with your butts on the end of your chairs and spread your legs wide open.”

The audience watched eagerly as Susan, at the left of the stage, lay down first—apparently having lost her earlier shyness. Her pussy was a lovely pink with substantial but delicate folds and a sizeable clit hood, above which she had a downy, blond patch. Everybody was looking forward to seeing Larry plunge his cock into her, wondering how much of him she could take. In the middle lay Jennifer, her pussy shaved completely clean. Her pussy was a much darker color than Susan’s, and her clit was modest, as were the small, thin folds of her pussy. One could easily see the delicate gold ring she wore in each of her pussy flaps. On the right of the stage, Beth lay down and opened her long legs to reveal a pussy with a lovely dark tan color: her clit hood and pussy flaps were much larger than Jennifer’s—about the same size as Susan’s, but even meatier. Her clit was already visible, she was so excited—thinking about Sanford’s enormous, beautiful cock, which would soon fill her and—she hoped—fill her to overflowing with his cum. She was already imagining what it would feel like when he shot his load deep into her and how warm it would feel dripping out her pussy, down her thighs.

The Grand Mistress approached Susan first, carrying a shiny metal speculum on which she was lightly spreading some lubricant with her fingers: for this procedure, no gloves were required. Kneeling in front of Susan’s open legs, the Grand Mistress rubbed the inner folds of Susan’s pussy, stuck two fingers inside Susan’s vagina and gently massaged her, then deftly inserted and opened the speculum quite wide. She returned to the tray to get another of the devices, leaving Susan with her pussy agape, the speculum gleaming around the dark open hole between her legs. The Grand Mistress repeated the procedure with Jennifer and Beth before returning to inspect the girls with a flashlight and what looked like a long wooden tongue depressor. All three girls’ cunts were moist, but Jennifer’s was more than just moist: “Aha! What do we have here?!” said the Grand Mistress to Jennifer, grinning, as she inspected Jennifer’s pussy and found clear evidence of some recent “activity” (which reminded the Grand Mistress of the interesting activities she had been enjoying with her “boyfriend” and a few others right before the competition. Her boyfriend was sitting in the audience, actually, and she had fantasized about his being chosen—and winning—the competition, which would have been interesting. Actually, she would have liked to see all of them get their dicks chopped—especially the one who had called her a “worthless cunt” before he had shot his load into her. She liked talking dirty, but the way the guy had said those words—he actually meant them—had caused something inside her to break. As she worked on the girls, she fantasized about chopping all of that guy’s dick—leaving him nothing but a bloody stump—and watching the jerk bleed, crying like a stupid little kid. In fact, her whole attitude towards the evening’s events had been colored by that jerk’s nastiness: she realized that instead of being fine with herself and the choices she had made, she was somehow jealous of these people playing the game, still intact, still able to orgasm, still worthwhile.

Brian announced, “It looks like the Grand Mistress has found one of our contestants had a little bit of “action” before today’s competition! Jennifer, we all knew you were hot! So, the Grand Mistress is now going to use a special vacuum device which will remove the cum from Jennifer’s pussy: all of our contestants need to be verified to start out clean before the beginning of this crucial round.”

The Grand Mistress approached Jennifer’s pussy with a cylindrical, battery-powered vacuum device with a stiff, ½-inch-wide hose end attached by a transparent, flexible tube, which she now inserted through the speculum into Jennifer’s pussy. Jennifer felt so naughty having this procedure done to her in front of the audience: she was enjoying every second of it. The Grand Mistress now turned on the device, and above the noise of the motor, the sucking, gurgling sound of the hose inside her pussy could be heard—much like the sound of the suction used in the dentist’s office to remove saliva during a cleaning. Those at the front of the audience could clearly see some fluid getting sucked through the hose and being deposited into the device’s clear receptacle. The Grand Mistress moved the wand around inside Jennifer’s cunt to get every drop of cum: there was still quite a bit inside her. She then removed the wand from Jennifer’s pussy and turned off the machine.

“Where would you like this?” the Grand Mistress now asked Jennifer, holding the small, clear receptacle from the device. “In here,” Jennifer answered with a saucy look, giggling and pointing to her mouth. To the cheers of the audience, the Grand Mistress had Jennifer sit up and tilt her head back: she then poured the teaspoon or so of liquid from her pussy right into Jennifer’s mouth, which Jennifer—ever the sport—swished around in her mouth before gulping it down and sticking out her tongue for the audience to see it was all gone. The crowd gave her a big cheer. The Grand Mistress then lay Jennifer down again and pulled out the speculum from her vagina and removed the speculums from Susan and Beth, the long, shiny blades exiting the dark holes of these beautiful women, their legs wide open, their pussies on display.

“And now comes the part just about everybody has been waiting for—especially our contestants, you can be sure. Again, a reminder before this penultimate round of competition begins: vaginal sex only is allowed, although girls, you may use your hands to stimulate your partner to hardness before insertion…but from the looks of it I see that won’t be necessary! Following first male’s shout of “DONE,” the other two couples MUST immediately disengage. If there is any “loss of control” such as we saw in the previous round, that does not release the couple from the competition, as there will be only two couples remaining. In other words, the appropriate punishment will be added to whatever verdict is dictated by the final round of drawing paper slips and will be performed at the conclusion of the final round. So, if you’re not the clear winner of this round (and I’m talking to the guys here), you need to hold back…or else. Is that clear to all? OK then, without any further ado, the three pairs of contestants will now engage in vaginal sex to completion. Enjoy, and begin!”

The new chairs had been very necessary, everyone saw, as the three couples set immediately to the challenge. All three couples started out in the missionary position. The audience didn’t know where to look: it was spectacular to watch these three couples fucking as though their parts depended on it (which they did). But many were watching Larry and Susan, wondering if he would fit all the way inside her. For the first several thrusts she appeared to be in some discomfort, but a good length of Larry’s 12-inch penis was going into her. She grimaced and you could see her hands fluttering in discomfort but also in delight with each thrust of his cock: each time he was going deeper as she opened up to him. And then she wrapped her shapely, long legs around his waist, which must have opened her completely to him. She was now taking his full length deep into her. Larry, looking down at this gorgeous girl taking him in completely, wanted not just to win the round. Looking at her beautiful face, her body, how she was completely open to him, in an instant he realized he loved this charming, exotic girl, and he saw his love reflected in her eyes. Of all things, to fall in love like this, here! The other two pairs were fucking energetically, athletically, but it was clear to the audience that Larry and Susan were fucking like two people in love. Perhaps they’d win this round—it surely looked like it!

Next to them, however, Kurt and Jennifer were going at it with wild abandon. Kurt’s thick penis was pounding away at Jennifer’s cunt, his balls slapping into her pussy and ass with each mighty thrust, her tits bouncing and shuddering with each ramming of his cock. She was whimpering in delight, animal grunts escaping from her, her beautiful hands wrapped around his back and now around his ass, pulling him ever deeper into her. It looked like Kurt would demolish the delicate girl, but she was doing nothing to protect herself. On the contrary: she now lifted her legs up over his shoulders: Kurt’s penis plunged into her pussy again and again, his whole weight slamming into her, his massive balls swinging against her ass. With each shove of his cock into Jennifer, her body shook with delight: she loved the rough fucking he was giving her, and some in the audience noticed her toes curling with the intensity of the working over she was getting.

On the right of the stage, Beth and Sanford were really getting into it. Beth’s vagina, unlike her mouth, had little trouble taking in Sanford’s huge cock. He was fucking her with long strokes, pulling his cock almost all the way out, then splitting her open again and again with his mighty cockhead as he plunged his huge, thick cock deep into her, pounding into her cervix with each stroke, hitting bottom. She had never been fucked like this and was grunting in ecstasy, her beautiful long legs open in a wide V, almost doing the splits, showing tremendous flexibility and wantonness. She wanted his cock to destroy her, to cum deep inside her. In fact, she had decided not to take any birth control and was at her most fertile time of the month: she didn’t know what would happen to her at the GCAs, but she’d had a premonition she’d be a contestant—maybe the winner. She was in ecstasy, enjoying everything—especially the naughtiness of being fucked in front of everyone by this gorgeous black guy, his skin a deep, silky ebony, and the prospect of getting pregnant from this intense, lewd, unforgettable fucking. She wanted this fuck to be complete in every way while she was still intact. By the way Sanford was fucking her, she thought now that they’d win this round handily: after only a minute of Sanford’s thrusting, she felt the first of several orgasms tear through her pussy, her vagina and uterus pulsing and spasming as the rushing, tingling pop flowed through her body, her tits flooding with sensation, and Sanford noticing everything: he was as powerful as he was sensitive to her enjoyment, and they were fucking in perfect rhythm. Although she was very modestly endowed, her breasts were soft and beautifully shaped and perky, with firm, erect nipples rising from slightly dark areoles. Sanford took one of her nipples in his mouth and kept pounding her. Already the first stirrings were happening deep inside his loins: in less than a minute he knew he’d be cumming hard into Beth’s pussy. The thought of not winning this round didn’t even cross his mind: Beth “did it” so much for him that he knew he’d cum hard and couldn’t wait to unload deep inside of her: he could imagine her clutching him when the time came, wrapping her long legs around him and pulling him deep, deep inside her. He loved fucking this girl!

At 6 minutes, Larry and Susan were getting louder and louder, Larry plunging his cock to the depths of Susan’s pussy, her legs and feet quivering as he fucked her to her core, each pounding of his cock against her cervix sending a rippling wave of pleasure through her so intense it was almost painful. She was completely un-self-conscious now, grunting with animal passion and delight as he slammed into her, his immensely long cock pistoning into her. Her eyes were locked onto his, watching his passion as this man whom she looked at with tenderness and hope made love to her, wanting him and only him to have this joy with her from now on. The other two pairs couldn’t help noticing that Larry and Susan were getting so close, although by now both Kurt and Sanford were starting to feel the familiar sensation of that final stretch to orgasm—the stirring and tightening in the groin before the hot urgency would rise like magma, then the final rush and convulsion as all their energy concentrated into one point as their passion pulled through them, turning them inside out as their balls emptied in an almost painful expulsion of their seed, draining them to their core, leaving them helpless. And then, like a meteor shot from the dark, Kurt found his orgasm suddenly there, consuming in its intensity, and he came in a blinding, roaring charge from deep within him and flooded into Jennifer’s cunt with the first of a series of massive spurts from his cock. “DONE!” he shouted, throwing up a hand in victory as the molten rage of his orgasm shot deep into Jennifer’s vagina, the muscular, firm, wet warmth gripping and pulling his cock as she came simultaneously in a furious orgasm of her own, her cunt heaving in mighty spasms, the electric discharge of her orgasm coursing through her body as she cried out in her passion, her face contorting in ecstasy.

Both Larry and Sanford were caught at the edge of their own orgasms, shocked and suddenly panicked at how things had happened so wrong when they were right there at the verge of winning. Both hesitated, then realized they were beyond any hope of pulling back. Instead of immediately disengaging and trying to save themselves, they both hesitated momentarily then plunged forward, knowing there was no possibility of saving anything. They came at practically the same time, only about 3 seconds or so after Kurt had so suddenly won the round, their cocks shooting their sperm deep into their partners. Susan was in tears as Larry emptied himself into her, his intensity and passion mixed with defeat and his love for her, overwhelming her emotions: she so wished she had not been on birth control! They held each other, desperately, unwilling to pull apart.

Sanford didn’t know how he would have reacted if Beth hadn’t taken things so differently from the way Susan and Larry had. As Sanford’s mighty cock emptied into her, still plunging to her depths—and even though she knew they had lost the round—Beth shouted, ecstatically, “YES! YES! YES!” fucking back at him, pulling him into her as deep as she could. And just as Sanford had imagined, as his orgasm exploded deep in her pussy she wrapped her beautiful, long legs around his waist, locking her ankles together and forcing him to spend himself completely inside her. She was smiling as she looked up at him with her gorgeous violet-blue eyes alight with energy and real joy. And instead of being afraid, he was there with her, sharing her joy: whatever happened, they’d go through it together! For Beth, this was it—after years of playing this crazy game of high stakes, it was all ending so dramatically—and even better than she’d fantasized. Then through the flush of excitement she wondered: would she lose just her labia and hood, or would she be the one to draw the slip of paper with “cut” on it, losing everything—her clit, too? It dawned on her now that she wanted everything gone—she had no reticence and wanted this long tease of so many competitions to be finally over with, in one blaze of excitement and courage and pain and blood to have her pussy cut up, to have the erotic intensity of a lifetime concentrated into an experience shared with all these people who understood this thrill and harbored the same wish, whether or not they admitted it to themselves. And she wanted Sanford: maybe he wanted her, too—maybe he’d be delighted to enjoy her and Eliza together, occasionally? And she thought about Sanford: depending on the paper she drew, he’d either lose “just” a testicle or perhaps a testicle and that gorgeous cockhead of his. Was he OK with it? Either way, she and Sanford would both leave this place altered, having gone through this ordeal together. Maybe this shared experience would be something that also held them together?

“Wow, what a finish!” Brian was saying now, the three couples lying on the stage, spent, the women all on the bottom, holding onto their men, who were still inside of them, their cum leaking out of the women’s pussies. There was no need for the Grand Mistress to verify that Kurt and Jennifer had won the round: that was obvious to anyone watching, as Jennifer’s cunt had begun to froth white with Kurt’s cum from his first shot into her pussy, and a huge wad of cum had squirted out of her cunt almost instantly as she spasmed against his spurting cock.

“We clearly have a winner of this round,” Brian said, accompanied by cheers and laughter from the audience as Jennifer now got off the chair and stood next to Kurt, who lifted her hand into the air in victory. She suddenly reached down with her other hand and cupped it beneath her pussy, just in time to catch an enormous flood of Kurt’s cum leaking out from between her swollen cunt lips. She stood there in front of the cheering audience, as another few drops of cum and then another huge gob of cum poured into her hand and down her leg. She had felt his cock shoot like a hose deep inside her, and now—standing in front of more than 40 people, her cunt was leaking his cum for all to see. Hamming it up, she took the whole handful of his cum and sucked it down and swallowed it, knowing the audience would love this dirty display: his cum had a clean, sweet taste to it, not bitter at all. Kurt looked on in awe: what a girl! Cathy would always spit when he came in her mouth, even though he always wished she’d swallow it. The hall roared its approval.

Kurt and Jennifer now gathered their clothes and left the stage together, both smiling broadly, released from the competition and looking very relieved and happy. During the competition Kurt had not been thinking about his girlfriend, Cathy, but now he was and—with a handshake that seemed a bit artificial, he left Jennifer to return to her seat as he rejoined Cathy and sat down next to her, naked, smiling, embarrassed. Cathy was relieved for Kurt but also embarrassed, ashamed, and a bit confused: after all, Kurt’s entering the GCA’s had been the result of a bet she had initiated and stakes she had chosen. She couldn’t be upset at him. And although she was jealous of the incredible fuck he’d just had from Jennifer, it was a good thing he’d been with such an energetic partner or he might be the one getting cut tonight. He’d come pretty close as it was. She was determined to fuck him even better than Jennifer had. For one thing, she had much fuller tits than Jennifer had, and Kurt loved to watch them swing when they got fucking hard. And she’d get her pussy pierced for him: he was obviously turned on by that—and by Jennifer’s swallowing his cum. She’d do that, too. And maybe she’d even propose that Kurt invite Jennifer over: Cathy had found her very attractive and had fantasized what it would be like to suck Kurt’s cum out of her pussy—or for Jennifer to suck his cum out of hers.

Brian continued: “And once again, because of the way the round was won, we’ll be having a bit of extra action at the conclusion of the final round because our remaining pairs were having…uh…just a bit too much fun. You were supposed to disengage, after all,” Brian said to Larry and Sanford, “but it’s understandable how things worked out: with such lovely partners, it would have been a shame to stop. I think we can all understand!”

So, now it’s a matter of one last, quick round of pure fate, to decide tonight’s overall “winner” of the GCA’s. So, let’s get right to it. I have here in the hat two slips of folded paper, one with “cut” written on it, and the other “safe” written on it. Would Susan and Beth please come up now and make the fateful decision? Beth, because of your “seniority,” we’d like to let you choose first. Susan and Beth stood naked on either side of Brian, Susan terribly distressed and trying to be brave, but Beth completely confident and enjoying the thrill of the moment. Cum was leaking out of their pussies now and running down the insides of their thighs, but both girls’ attention was completely focused now on the fateful draw ahead. “Beth, please draw a paper but do not read it yet.” Beth reached into the hat and drew a paper, which she held tightly in her hand. “Susan, please take the other slip of paper but do not read it yet.” Susan, her hand trembling, reached into the hat and drew the other slip of paper. “Please unfold the papers.”

Susan could barely open the paper, her hand was trembling so terribly, but Beth eagerly unfolded hers and even before Susan had read her slip, shouted in delight “I won!” Without even reading her slip, Susan dropped it and burst out crying. Immediately, Beth realized she had to explain and, taking Susan’s hands in hers and trying to comfort her and cheer her up, explained, “I’m going to be cut.” I chose the “cut” paper.” She picked up Susan’s paper and showed her the word “safe” clearly written on it. Through her tears, Susan managed a very relieved smile and threw her arms around Beth and hugged her in relief and gratitude. They held each other like that—the two beautiful, stark naked women with cum leaking from their pussies, un-self-consciously in each other’s arms in front of the crowd, both happy with the outcome.

“AND we have our winners of the Third Annual Grand Cutting Awards: Beth Somers and Sanford Ngawa. What a competition this has been! Let’s give them a huge round of applause.”

The audience gave a loud, prolonged cheer, and Beth and Sanford basked in the attention up on the stage: they didn’t seem frightened or nervous one bit: Beth’s confidence and enthusiasm were sweeping them right along. “Well,” Brian said, “we’re going to do things slightly differently now because the procedure for Larry would normally be to lose a testicle. He and Susan wanted to know if a different procedure could be substituted because a childhood illness left Larry with only one testicle. The College Cutting Club has always been about realizing our wishes: the Grand Mistress and I proposed we substitute the same treatment Sanford will receive—the chopping off of the glans of his penis (although Sanford will also lose a testicle because the procedures are additive). Larry has agreed. Soooooo, this leads us to the final, dramatic conclusion of tonight’s competition: the men will undergo their procedures first, if that is agreeable to them. Gentlemen?”

Larry and Sanford nodded their heads solemnly in agreement. “Larry will be the first, then, as Sanford’s procedure will be slightly more involved. Because of their extreme nature, the procedures will be carried out in the sterile, safe environment of the operating room, above which there is a large observation room with floor-to-ceiling glass allowing an excellent view of the procedures. The room is also equipped with large screens that will show the procedures recorded from strategically placed fixed video cameras, which afford some delightful close-up views. The audience is encouraged to enjoy this spectacle and to engage in any consensual sexual activities you may like, although rape is not tolerated. Our members know very well the aphrodisiac effect of watching the proceedings: there’s something about watching people’s sexual parts being cut off that releases the animal in us.”

“As for the order of events: Larry will go first, and the Grand Mistress will chop off the glans of Larry’s penis with the penis guillotine—a frighteningly effective and quick device for cleanly removing the end of the penis—or the whole thing, if you really want. By the way, our penis guillotine was designed and built by none other than our club’s cofounders, Beth Somers and Eliza Daniels, with the help of an engineering student—yes, a female!” The audience had a good laugh, and then Brian continued. “Tonight will see the device’s third and fourth amputations. “The Grand Mistress will either eat the amputated part or choose someone to do so. After the penis guillotine and the surgical area are cleaned, she will administer the same treatment to Sanford and, under the watchful guidance and with the help of Dr. James (our surgeon), she will open Sanford’s scrotum and remove one of his testicles. These procedures will be performed without anesthesia, per the rules of the GCA competition. Again, the Grand Mistress will either eat the parts or nominate someone to do so.

After cleaning the area again, our medical staff will work on the women, who will be strapped down and operated on without anesthesia. Dr. James will perform these surgeries. First, Susan will have her inner labia and clitoral hood removed. The Grand Mistress will either eat these parts or nominate someone to do so. And lastly, Beth—the winner of tonight’s 3rd Annual GCAs—succumbing to the knife, finally, in her 15th competition—will have her inner labia, her clitoris hood, and finally her clitoris removed, all without anesthesia. I understand Beth has a longstanding arrangement with her close friend and cofounder of the CCC, the lovely Eliza Daniels, to be at each other’s side should they be chosen for cutting and to eat each other’s clitoris when it is removed. Club rules require that for the GCAs, all present in the operating room be naked during procedures, so would Ms. Daniels please come now to the stage and strip naked? You will then join our participants as they proceed to the operating room, where our surgeon, Dr. James, will be waiting. Lastly, Michelle Williams will be on hand to provide assistance as nurse, so would Ms. Williams also come to the stage and strip naked to prepare for the ritual cuttings?

Eliza was already halfway to the stage, smiling broadly at Beth and pumping her fist in triumph for both of them. Years before, when the CCC hadn’t yet existed even as an idea in their fertile imaginations, Beth and Eliza had met in an accounting class that had not captured their attention anywhere near as well as each other had. Although they both dated guys and loved straight sex, they soon discovered they were deeply and strongly attracted to each other and became close—and intimate—friends. One evening in Eliza’s apartment, slightly tipsy and fooling around, they had intentionally “blundered” upon the topic of their strange sexual fantasies and found no limit but only an exhilarating freedom and comfort talking about the kinky things they thought they’d never be able to share with anyone. The evening had ended with their first of many s&m games: they had play-pierced each other’s nipples with long push pins from Eliza’s sewing kit and then, after going down on each other for hours, had cleaned each other carefully and pierced and pinned shut each other’s labia with safety pins. It had been a Sunday evening, and they decided to leave in the safety pins for a day: during accounting class the next day, they had been terribly distracted by the soreness in their pussies—and their stolen glances at each other. And when they returned to Beth’s place at the end of the day, the bloody stains in their panties from the pins irritating and tearing at their pussies had gotten them discussing much more serious things they wanted to do to each other—and talking about where these games might lead them. Within a month of meeting, they had developed an elaborate fantasy about a club they would found where people would be free to explore some heavy s&m fantasies and do wild sexual things—the culmination of which would be rituals where people had their sexual parts cut off—and eaten—in public. But in all these discussions, they knew that they both had this strange fantasy of being desexed, to succumb and be powerless as their clitoris—that center of pleasure, the culmination of their sex—was brutally taken from them. It excited them to talk about it, and the more they embellished their fantasies with details of the imagined rituals, the more intense their enjoyment of sex became.

Gradually they embarked on turning their fantasy into reality. They started out with having sumptuous parties—always at Eliza’s place, inviting guys they were dating and girls and guys they knew from sports or activity clubs they participated in. Eliza came from an extremely wealthy family, and rather than renting an apartment, she had bought a lovely house with a wraparound porch, large sunny rooms, and a huge garden in back, shaded by flowering trees and enormous rhododendrons, affording complete privacy. Beth and Eliza knew many people: they were popular and made friends easily—both because of their exceptional beauty, which attracted people to them like a magnet, and because of their charm, openness, and personal warmth. Both were excellent swimmers, and Eliza swam on the school team; Beth was a star volleyball player in her intramural league, and she was quite involved in theater and had gotten Eliza involved, too—although Eliza preferred working as a “techie” on the stage preparation and scenery. Their parties were fabulous events: there was always an interesting collection of people—intelligent, into the arts, good looking—people with an edge to them. They’d let their hair down and play risqué drinking games, including the ever-popular truth & dare. One memorable evening, on a dare, Beth and Eliza stripped naked and kissed each other in front of everyone, which seemed to let the genie out of the bottle. At the following party, they played strip poker and another game of chance in which several people ended up naked and two couples had to perform oral sex to orgasm in front of everyone. It was a unique group of people and everyone seemed to be completely into whatever was going on—and wanting more. Beth and Eliza decided that at the next party they’d distribute a questionnaire that people would fill out anonymously, which would find out what people’s limits were and what they’d enjoy trying, perhaps as a group.

At the following party, which started earlier than usual—at 6 p.m. (people were requested to arrive promptly, and everyone had, sensing something interesting: every invitation had been accepted!), Beth and Eliza greeted their guests on the front porch and ushered them into the huge, sun-filled living room, which had plenty of space for the 30 or so guests. It had been surprisingly warm that Saturday evening in early March—the first truly warm day of the year, and people had come dressed comfortably in shorts and skirts, some sporting the first blush of a tan. When everyone was present, Beth and Eliza then handed out a questionnaire and pens and asked people to please fill out the surveys anonymously. The unexpected—and surprisingly vivid—questions shocked people: they dealt openly with things like public sex and masturbation, exhibitionism, piercing, pain, s&m, cutting. People looked around nervously and you could sense the excitement in the murmurings, but then the room got strangely quiet as people concentrated and began earnestly answering the 10 questions, filling in the multiple-choice boxes and writing their anonymous answers to the long-form question. After an intense half hour during which you could see people looking around them with raised eyebrows and nervous smiles as gazes met, wondering what answers their friends were writing, Beth and Eliza collected the forms and welcomed people to the delicious buffet dinner they had set out in the dining room, excusing themselves for the next hour while they tabulated the results and read and organized the comments. They then went into the study and sat down at the computer, where Beth had set up a spreadsheet for them to enter the results from the surveys and then print out the results on colorful charts. And as they read through the first several surveys and saw what people had written, they felt a breathless excitement: their fantasies of the strange club were taking shape before their eyes. Neither dared hope—or even suspect—that things would start happening that same very evening.

Everyone was having a fabulous time, enjoying the delicious food and the excellent wines Beth and Eliza had chosen (a lot of the guests weren’t yet 21, but nobody was about to tell anything, especially considering what other things had been going on at previous parties). When Beth and Eliza returned from the study with a sheaf of notes and some colorful charts, you could hear the excitement in people’s voices: people wanted to know just how kinky this crowd was, and there was the sense that the party that night would be very, very different. An easel was set up at the front of the room, and Beth requested everybody’s attention.

“First of all, thank you all for coming and making this the best party we’ve had yet. I’m sure you’re all really curious about the results of our little survey: I know we were,” Beth said, looking now at Eliza and smiling. “And from what we read, it seems a warning is in order now: if you’re afraid of the things you read about in the questionnaire, you probably don’t want to hang around with this crowd. But then again, maybe you do. And I’m saying that to only TWO of you who seemed a bit shy…and even then, you mentioned you were still very curious.”

The room was buzzing with excitement: everybody had been caught off guard by the questionnaire—and the questions: people could hardly believe what they were reading! Sure, they’d thought about these things, but they had all thought these were kinky tendencies hardly anyone shared. Beth continued: “And just to tell you how openminded you are, as a group, I have some interesting statistics to share with you, and I’d like to read a sample of the comments you wrote.”

Beth placed a frequency chart on the easel: “Question #1: On a scale of 1-5—1 being not at all and 5 being very, ‘How comfortable would you feel getting completely naked in front of the present crowd?’ All the answers—from all 31 of you were from 3 to 5, with an average response of 4.7.” The hubbub in the room grew as people talked excitedly and looked around in amazement.

“So,” Beth continued, “Eliza and I had the following idea: how about let’s make this review of statistics a bit more enjoyable and let’s all ditch our clothes.” People sat rather stunned for a moment, until Beth—standing in front of everyone, suddenly pulled her t-shirt over her head and then undid her bra, letting it slide off her shoulders, revealing small but shapely, perky breasts, her nipples completely stiff. Still nobody moved. And then she simply pulled down the short skirt she was wearing and stood there in front of everyone wearing nothing but a pair of simple, low-cut cotton panties, ankle socks, and her favorite sneakers. You could see how excited she was from the goosebumps on her arms and on her flat belly. Amid some excited whoops and cheers, Beth shook her hips provocatively and then—with a wink to Eliza—pulled down her panties, lifted her feet out of them, and stood there, stark naked in front of everyone, a patch of black pubic hair neatly shaved above her pussy, which was conspicuously moist from her excitement, her labia engorged and slightly open. There was a huge cheer for her, and by now, Eliza was starting to catch up with Beth, having removed her shirt and bra, revealing her full, round, natural breasts. Then a very attractive, petite brunette gave a whoop, stood up, and wantonly started taking off her clothes, joined by her boyfriend. And then everybody was getting naked, with shirts and bras and pants coming off and people throwing their undies in the air and at each other: a wild party, indeed! Within a few minutes, everyone in the room was completely naked.

“Wow, what a crowd!” Beth exclaimed, eliciting another cheer. She looked out at the roomful of attractive guys and girls, all butt naked. Some were vainly covering their parts with their hands. Several of the guys were completely erect, and one enterprising girl playfully grabbed a guy by his erect penis and, laughing, said, “Hi, there!” Which prompted a bit of groping to start in the room, as people loosened up and got into the spirit. Beth continued, “Well, now that we’re all a bit more comfortable with each other, let’s get back to these very interesting statistics, OK?” The crowd gave a cheer and waited attentively to hear just how wild these people around them were.

“Question 2: Have you had any sexual fantasies that involved pain? And your answers: 29 yesses, and 2 nos. Make that 29 yesses, 2 nos, and two “definitelys” including myself and Eliza,” Beth said, smiling at Eliza. The crowd laughed and was buzzing now in excitement as people realized that their weird fantasies weren’t actually so weird at all: everybody was talking.

“Question 3: Have you ever done anything you thought was kinky—either alone or with a sexual partner? By ‘kinky,’ we do not include oral or anal sex.” Your answers: 25 for 31 on this one. Make that 27 for 33.”

“Question 4: What are the kinkiest fantasies you ever contemplated or did? Well, the girls were way ahead of the guys on this one, unfortunately. Come on, guys—these are a bunch of hot girls—get with it,” she goaded, playfully. Everyone laughed with her. “So, for the girls we had the following responses: getting gangbanged (all but two of you, there!), getting bukkaked (again, all but 2), getting DP’d (everybody), having their tits pierced or needled (not so everybody—‘only’ 12 out of the 18 girls here!), having their pussies pierced (7 of you—we don’t have to wear jewelry on our necks and fingers, after all!; getting fucked by a dog (3 girls here, and one claims she’s done it—even taking in the knot and having the dog cum inside her). One adventurous soul wrote ‘having my cunt hair burned off.’ And we have one girl who claims to have actually put a live mouse into her pussy! Four of you wrote you wanted to have your ‘lips’ cut off or bitten off. And here’s the one we found super intriguing: we had 5—out of 18 girls here—who, without prompting, wrote that they found the idea of clitorectomy—having their clit removed—a turn-on. Eliza and I liked that one especially. From the 13 guys: all of you mentioned gangbanging (Eliza and I are wondering how kinky that is, after all, if it’s so popular!). Four of you would like to be part of a DP team with a girl while all of you mentioned you’d like to see a girl get DP’d. And all of you mentioned you wanted to bukkake a girl. Guys, you could start with me if you’d like!” (An appreciative murmur and a few cheers resounded, and Beth continued. “Three of you have played with your parts by putting sounds down your cocks—one guy used a thermometer—that’s pretty hot, pardon my pun!” Everyone laughed. “And six of you wrote about needle play on your cock and balls, and four of you said you’ve done it, either alone or with your girlfriends. One of you wrote about fantasies of having your sack opened up and your exposed testicles played with—now that’s kinky! And so is this: six of you fantasized about having your cocks cut or even completely chopped off in some sort of dominatrix fantasy, although just about everyone emphasized this was just a fantasy. Eliza and I found all this quite interesting—and we thought you would, too! So, there you have a quick picture of this crowd.”

The tension in the room was indescribable: these were incredible fantasies, and they were now completely out in the open. Also, many people had written similar things. The guys were looking at the girls, wondering who had done or written what, and the girls were wondering the same about the guys—and about each other. They also started getting the impression that something might happen that night: the atmosphere in the room was electric.

“Question 5. Would you be interested in joining a club whose members practiced games of chance involving public sex? 29 for 31 on that.

“Question 6. Would you be interested in joining a club whose members practiced games of chance involving pain/s&m? We’re 25 for 31 on that. And you can guess where Eliza and I are on that. In fact, that’s the point of this get together tonight.”

“Question 7. Would be you interested in joining a club whose members practiced games of chance involving unsafe sex if you knew nobody had AIDS? 28 for 31 on that one.”

“Question 8. Would you enjoy watching a girl get her clitoris cut off? 27 for 31 on that. Predictably, that included ALL of the guys but 14 of the 18 girls here, too.

“Question 9. Would you enjoy watching a guy get his cockhead cut off? 25 of 31 on that—that includes ALL the girls and more than half the guys. Again, pardon the pun. (Beth paused for a second, and then suddenly everygone got the joke: there were cheers and whistles, especially from the girls).

“Question 10. Would you enjoy personally carrying out some form of sexual torture on a willing subject?” “Whoa, listen to this: 21 out of 31 on this one. That’s 2/3 of you.”

The last statistic had everyone talking. During the review of the statistics, some people suddenly realized, in embarrassment, that they had been touching themselves. One rather forward girl—a beautiful, lithe Indian girl, had playfully grabbed the cock of the guy sitting next to her, who was almost too surprised to be embarrassed, and had been stroking it during Beth’s presentation. People were all wondering what would come next.

Eliza took the floor. “Beth and I have talked about this a long time, and we’re intrigued to see there’s a lot of interest here in making our fantasy a reality: a club where we play games of chance with rather interesting—and intense consequences. We have one more paper to hand out: this is a simple declaration that what we do here is totally of our own volition: you will always be given a choice to go only as far as you’re ready to go. And you’ll carefully guard our club’s rule of secrecy. By signing this paper, you will become the first members of the College Cutting Club.”

As Eliza approached the stage, Beth was thinking about how far the club had come since that first meeting 4 years back, when the club had “initiated” its first members. Things that night had gone beyond their expectations. Almost on the spur of the moment, the crowd had chosen to collect names in a hat (they used the bowler hat Eliza and Beth had bought together, hoping—and preparing for—just the sort of game they were to play that night and so many times in the years that followed). The festivities that night had ended with Bridget Taylor’s being chosen as the club’s first victim, whose labia would be cut off. Eliza herself had done the cutting, first shaving the delicate, slim brunette’s dense bush. Bridget, whom Eliza had befriended in a dance class they were taking together, was only 18 and rather shy. She wordlessly submitted and barely whimpered when she was cut: some thought she was in shock through the whole ordeal, but she had not wanted to let down Eliza, who had done an admirably neat job. They had strapped her, spread-eagled, to the sturdy oak dining room table, and after first clamping her rather full, thick labia, Eliza—using a scalpel—had sliced them off with surprisingly little loss of blood and put them into preserving solution in a jar (the club still kept them). Bridget was still a regular at the CCC meetings, although she never put her name into the hat. Losing her labia that evening had turned her on to sex in the strangest way, although she still vividly remembered the terror she had experienced when she had been the one chosen—especially when she had been strapped to the table and saw the scalpel approaching her pussy. As wild as the evening had been, at the conclusion of the meeting the members had decided to up the stakes: at the next meeting, they’d cut off a girl’s clitoris. Everyone—strangely enough, especially the women—wanted to see THAT.

And now Eliza was on the stage with Beth, after all these years making their dream come true. Eliza waved to the audience and removed her clothes now in front of everyone as Michelle, the nurse’s assistant—a very attractive, thin, lithe black woman with small but beautifully shaped breasts and a cleanly shaved pussy—did the same. Eliza stepped out of her lacy panties and went over to Beth and gave her a big kiss, while Michelle, moving with a dancer’s grace, walked over to the Grand Mistress.

Brian, the emcee, now announced: “It’s time for the cutting to begin. This is the culmination of the event, and tonight we have a lot of action, so nobody will be disappointed. Ladies and gentlemen on the stage, it is now time for you to proceed to the operating room. The order of turn, again: Larry, followed by Sanford, then Susan, and finally, Beth. While the Grand Mistress, the contestants, the medical team. and Eliza head to the operating room, let’s all go to the observation room, right above them, where you’ll have an excellent view through the windows and on the monitors, which will give close-up views. But first, let’s send them off with a big cheer: despite their braveness, you can be sure our contestants are somewhat anxious about what lies ahead. A big hand, again, for the 3rd annual GCA “winners!”

The crowd gave a long, loud cheer with many shouts of encouragement as the group left the stage and headed for the operating room. Meanwhile, Brian led the audience out the hall and up the stairs to the observation room, where they’d have a bird’s-eye view of the proceedings. Dr. James—a tall, middle-aged fellow with a lean, athletic body—and completely naked, per club rules—was already present in the room below them as the Grand Mistress led Susan, Beth, Larry, and Sanford into the room, followed by Michelle and Eliza. All the contestants were given a clipboard with a 3-copy release form and pen to sign and date the forms, which Michelle then collected and checked for completeness: satisfied, she placed them on a table next to her.

First, the Grand Mistress and Michelle scrubbed carefully at a sink. Then, while the Grand Mistress waited at the guillotine, Michelle walked over to Larry and accompanied him to the fiendish machine, telling him to stand in the semicircular cutout of a special adjustable-height table, on which the penis guillotine—a gleaming, beautifully designed device of polished wood, steel, and brass standing about 5 feet tall—had been securely bolted. With a few pumps of a foot pedal, Michelle raised the table to the proper height and secured Larry close against it by fastening a wide strap around the small of his back. The Grand Mistress now took over and swabbed Larry’s cock and groin with a gauze soaked in alcohol. The veins on Larry’s already formidable cock were standing out and the blood pounding in his turgid penis was making his cock throb visibly. Working methodically, she opened a sterile packet containing a long rubber tube, which she wound tightly and then tied around the base of Larry’s already stiff cock before placing his rock-hard cock through the guillotine’s lunette (for some reason men always got hard standing in front of the penis guillotine). Larry’s penis—especially the end—was turning purple now and no longer throbbed even though you could almost see his heart racing: the tube constricted all blood flow (which was important to prevent significant further bleeding when the glans was cut off) as it compressed the blood inside his doomed cock, which looked as if it would burst from the pressure.

With the other contestants standing discretely to the side where they could get a good view, the Grand Mistress now motioned to Michelle to cinch tight the strap behind Larry, preventing him from flinching and moving backwards, and laterally adjusted the guillotine so the blade would fall right behind his cockhead (the ingenious machine had a calibrated red laser light that projected a line precisely where the blade would fall). Everybody’s attention was fixed on that line as the Grand Mistress told Larry matter-of-factly and for all to hear that within seconds she would chop off his cockhead and that this was the time to back out if he wanted to. Larry looked at all around him: he was determined to go through with it, to face up to this moment with dignity and courage, as John and Marcy already had. He caught Susan’s glance for a moment: there were tears in her eyes, but she seemed to be telling him to be strong—that she’d be with him through it all. Larry looked the Grand Mistress straight in the eye: “I’m ready.”

“Good” she replied with a tinge of cruelty, in the same moment pressing the electronic release button, catching Larry completely off guard, having not really had time to mentally prepare himself. The razor-sharp blade of the guillotine, weighted by a 25-pound brass mouton and suspended four feet above the lunette, hurtled down the smooth tracks as if propelled. The blade came to rest with a resounding thud in an explosion of red as blood sprayed from the severed end of Larry’s cock, the head making an obscene bounce into the catch tray. Larry let out a terrible shout at the unearthly pain and looked down to see his cock headless, rapidly losing its hardness as blood flooded out through the severed end. He stood in disbelief and mortification as the Grand Mistress, her belly and breasts splashed in blood from his amputated cock, reached into the catch tray and scooped up the bloody cockhead—about two inches long and still firm—completely recognizable but now no longer part of him. She held it in the open palm of her hand, right up to Larry’s face, for a close look: through his anguish and fright, he could still not believe his eyes, staring at this severed part, which was so cleanly cut that he could clearly see the cross-section structure of his amputated penis: the severed veins, the urethra, the two oblong pockets of bloody, spongy-looking erectile tissue.

And then, in an exaggerated show to everyone present and in the observation room above, the Grand Mistress opened her mouth wide and put the bloody part in, just about filling her mouth, and started to chew on it, opening her mouth wide several times to show the piece of meat as her teeth tore it apart. She had tasted blood before, but this was completely different: the resilient flesh of Larry’s cockhead still felt alive, and it poured blood into her mouth with each chew. The flesh, the viscous flood in her mouth, the warm, heavy taste of iron were the taste of fear, danger—and it turned her on like nothing else ever had. The whole act of destroying the cock—watching the head bounce into the tray, chewing it to bits, swallowing it—was better than any sex she’d ever had, and the feeling and taste in her mouth were better than any cum or pussy she’d ever enjoyed. After an ostentatious show of chewing for more than a minute, she opened her mouth once again for all to see (it seemed now to be full of just blood), closed it, and swallowed hard, feeling slightly queasy as the mouthful of bloody raw flesh hit her stomach. Yet she felt incredible power from what she had just done. The Grand Mistress couldn’t suppress a grin as she looked over at Susan and with the back of her hand wiped some of the blood that had run out from her mouth.

Susan had burst into tears when Larry had shouted in agony as the blade fell, yet she couldn’t help staring at the spectacle of the Grand Mistress’ eating her lover’s flesh. Sanford, who was next to undergo the same procedure, looked on in amazement, a terrible, nervous feeling building inside him: this procedure would shortly happen to him. Yet he knew he’d go through with it: courage and honor demanded that. For Beth and Eliza, who had been masturbating each other with two fingers up each other’s pussies, the eroticism of the moment the blade fell had caused them both to orgasm: they felt each other’s pussies spasm against their fingers at this spectacle, which realized the full measure of their erotic imaginations. Laura, the Grand Mistress, also felt a surge of energy in her pussy at the moment of the blade’s dropping, but the intensity was nothing like an orgasm, which she was sure she’d never feel again. The drama of the blood spraying against her from the severed penis and the head falling into the catch tray was even better: it satisfied her in a cruel way, as though someone else’s getting butchered helped make up for what had happened to her. And this time, she had been the one in control, the one doing the cutting.

Meanwhile, Michelle had helped Larry over to a waiting gurney. Larry winced and gasped in pain as Michelle wiped the bloody, severed end, probed the wound and found the urethra, inserted a long, hollow stent to maintain the urethra open, then liberally smeared a viscous compound on the wound that would hasten its closing. She and Dr. James then carefully unfastened the rubber constrictor at the base of the penis to see if the bleeding would resume, but the compound had effectively sealed the blood vessels and stabilized the wound. Michelle and Dr. James proceeded to swathe the butchered organ in sterile gauze. They made sure Larry was as comfortable as possible, despite the burning pain in his penis, and instructed him to relax as much as he could and to hold the gauze firmly to the wound. Michelle then returned to the small table with the guillotine, where the Grand Mistress had already begun cleaning the blood from the blade and the catch tray and the floor around the cruelly effective device. The Grand Mistress then noticed Susan’s inquisitive glance and nodded to her, acknowledging Susan’s urge to be next to Larry. For a second the Grand Mistress felt sympathy for the girl: soon she, too, would be strapped down, helpless, getting her pussy sliced up, even if she got to keep her clit. Susan rushed over to where Larry lay on the gurney, wincing in pain, held his hand and did her best to comfort him.

In less than 10 minutes the Grand Mistress and Michelle had everything clean again, had inspected, steeled, and reset the blade to its position above the lunette, had washed the blood off themselves and scrubbed up, ready for the next victim. Michelle walked over to where Sanford was standing next to Beth. “Your turn. Ready?” Michelle asked, businesslike but also as if she were asking “Are you sure you’re willing to go through with this after what you’ve seen?” By now Sanford had lost all his fascination in the game, and the idea of backing out was almost shouting inside his head. And then he thought of Beth—what he had seen in her lovely eyes, especially at the moment he had cum inside her, both of them knowing what lay ahead, and her ease and acceptance of that—even her apparent enthusiasm, confirmed when she had been chosen to lose everything and seemed, strangely, to be very happy about that. And he thought about what Larry had just endured: it wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair to the others, to back out: this was the moment for him to stand true to his honor. There’d be terrible pain, he knew. But he also knew that Beth was with him—he had a feeling of a bond with her, and he was sure they’d be together in what lay ahead. “Yes,” he said—the words almost surprising himself as he said them, committing himself to this awful, irrevocable act.

As Michelle led him over to the guillotine table, Sanford couldn’t help staring at the evil machine and felt his cock start to throb as he rapidly became erect. He had a sudden thought—as though he were the condemned being led to execution: he wanted one last wish. He tapped her on her shoulder and said, “I’d like to have a final wish, if I may.” Michele smiled at him: “And what might that wish be?”

“Even if it’s just briefly, I want to fuck all the women in this room, and I want the Grand Mistress to make me cum at the moment the blade falls.”

“I hope we can arrange that!” Michelle said, grinning broadly. “I’ll have to ask the Grand Mistress. But before we can do anything else, I have to make sure everything is sterile for when we open up your sack—we don’t want any risk of infection there, so I’m going to shave you.” She led him over to the sink and deftly shaved him with a straight razor, which had a dramatic effect on Sanford as the long, keenly sharp blade worked around his cock and balls: the whole time he couldn’t help thinking that in one quick pull of the blade she could cut it all off if she wanted. In a few minutes she had finished, though, and his cock stood out, looking even larger now with all his pubic hair gone. She gave her hands one last scrub. “Now let me talk with the Grand Mistress and see what we can do.” As she left Sanford to walk over to the Grand Mistress, Michelle casually let her hand brush against Sanford’s firm body and his penis, giving his rock-hard cock a gentle squeeze and flashing him a devilish smile.

Michelle went over to the Grand Mistress and conveyed to her Sanford’s request. “Sure, we can do that,” the Grand Mistress replied. “Of course that means we’ll have to leave his cock untied when we cut him, so there will be a lot more bleeding, but we can handle that. Tell him to get the chair from the corner and sit on that. I’ll get the girls to line up: we’ll have them bob on his knob a bit, one after the other. Then I’ll swab him with alcohol and give him the best hand job he’s ever had, with his dick right in the lunette of the guillotine. I’m sure he’s never had that done to him before. And just when starts to cum, I’ll do him—that would be cool to see him spraying blood and cum at the same time, don’t you think?” Michelle grinned and her eyebrows went up as she said “Yeah!” “But you’ll have to give me a clear signal and wait till I get my hands out of the way,” the Grand Mistress said, imagining and clearly enjoying the prospect of destroying another cock. “Of course,” Michelle said, noticing the Grand Mistress’ glee in the bloodthirsty ritual.

Michelle went over to Sanford: “She’s fine about your request. Get the steel chair over there and place it in the middle of the room and sit down,” she said, pointing at the chair. As Sanford did so, the Grand Mistress announced to all those in the room (and to those in the observation room above, where people could watch everything on closed-circuit TV screens): “Sanford has made a request we’d like to honor, given this is the last time he’ll be enjoying his cock while it’s whole. He’d like to fuck each girl in this room. We hope you’re all OK with that—to give the man his cock’s last wish,” she chuckled. All of the women seemed happy to oblige—except Susan—who had wanted Larry to be the last man inside her—and the only man from now on. But Larry was telling her, through considerable pain, that she should do this for Sanford—that it would be a nice gift to him, even that she’d enjoy it. She should go ahead: she had his blessing.

The Grand Mistress motioned the women in the room to form a line in front of the chair where Sanford was sitting. Michelle stood first in line, followed by Susan, Eliza, and Beth. The Grand Mistress would go last. In the observation room above, a line was also forming—this one in front of Simona, the registration assistant. Hearing what Sanford had requested, she had shouted to all that she was going to fuck any guys who wanted her, but they had to do her two at a time and cum inside her. She was on her hands and knees, her face almost against the glass of the observation room, her panties around one ankle, completely naked. By two at a time she had meant her pussy and her ass, but she now turned her head to the side to suck on one guy who was sticking his cock right in her face, and as she started to suck him hard she moaned in pleasure as another guy shoved his cock straight up her pussy. Simona would get her wish many times over, far surpassing her performance of the past meeting. A total of 15 cocks would cum inside her that evening—13 in her pussy and two in her ass, not to mention several guys who came on her face and in her mouth.

Meanwhile, Sanford was sitting, his cock sticking straight up from his lap, as Michelle—almost dripping with anticipation—approached, straddled him, lifted herself on her toes, took his cock in one hand and angled it right for her pussy, then sat down on him, his mighty cockhead pushing her cunt lips far apart, his thick cock stretching her pussy to the limit as she slowly lowered herself onto him. She gasped at the fullness in her pussy, the feeling of being stretched so far. Slowly she rose, her pussy lips seeming to suck at his cock, and again lowered herself onto it, this time taking him in completely, whereupon she began a slow, deep rhythm, enjoying his doomed cock, the feeling of the enormous cockhead as she rose almost to where he came out of her, then plunged down on him again and again, renewing the sensation, which she couldn’t ever have enough of. She continued for a minute, until she felt she needed to let the others have their turn. “Thanks—and good luck,” she said to Sanford in encouragement as she rose off of him, regretfully but smiling broadly, and again gave his cock a gentle squeeze with her hand. “Sanford thanked her right back: “That was lovely—I’ll remember that!” he said. Susan, who was next in line, was now standing in front of Sanford: “What an awesome cock!—enjoy it!” Michelle told her.

Sanford noticed Susan’s conflicted expression as she stood before him. “Baby, you don’t have to do it. I saw you talking with Larry: you guys have something special going, and I know you want to save yourself for him. It’s OK,” he said, with gentlemanly concern.

“Larry wanted me to give you this,” Susan answered him, her voice tinged perhaps with nervousness, perhaps with regret. “It’s OK.” And without hesitating she straddled his mighty cock and took him completely into her, riding him gently for a minute, looking at Larry the whole time, then lifted herself off Sanford’s doomed cock, on which there was a sheen of cum from her pussy. “Good luck. You’ll be OK,” she told Sanford. “You’re sweet. And good luck to you, too,” he said, holding her hand before she left him, knowing she, too, faced a painful ordeal.

Eliza was next in line and went right up to Sanford and, without saying a word, straddled him and—holding his cock firmly in her right hand, started to nuzzle his cockhead against her cunt lips. She did this for a minute, spreading the wetness from her dripping pussy and teasing him with the delight that awaited him. Suddenly she took him fully into her pussy, all the way down, rocking backwards to move his cock around inside her, and then began to fuck him with almost manic intensity, swiveling her hips back and forth while holding onto the back of his neck with one hand, riding him with wanton lust, staring deeply at him, her mouth slightly open, panting. He took her cue and fucked back at her, pounding into her cervix, in awe of her gorgeous, ample tits as they flopped and shuddered with each stroke into her, her large nipples erect, her areolae tightening in her excitement. She could have gone like that until he came inside her—and would have loved to do so, but she was conscious of Sanford’s starting to breathe more quickly—he might be getting close to cumming, she thought, and he needed to save it. She lifted off of him suddenly, then bent over and kissed his cockhead: “What a lovely cockhead this was!” she said, her voice teasing him even as she genuinely wished him good luck.

Beth now approached him. Unlike Eliza, Beth took her time and was gentle. “This is the last time we get to enjoy each other like this. Let’s remember…let’s remember everything,” she said to Sanford, staring into his eyes as she straddled him, took hold of his cock, positioned the mighty head between her folds, and slowly sat down on it, taking his full length in, his enormous penis lubricated by his cum still inside her. “I want you to know that even after this is over I’ll be with you if you want me—I won’t leave you. I want us to be together,” she said, her eyes twinkling with delight tinged with sadness from the pleasure of his cock and what they would soon lose. She put her hands around his neck, pulling his mouth against hers as she kissed him deeply, her hips starting a deep, circular motion as she took his cock deep inside her.

“Baby, I want you, too. We’re good together. And I’m yours if you want me,” he said, fucking her deeply, slowly. Although the other women he had just fucked were delightful (especially Eliza, who was so hot!), this was the woman for him. They were both trying their best just to feel, to remember this sensation of being whole, while it lasted. Each time she rose above him she let his cock come fully out of her before she came down on his cock again: it was as if she wanted both of them to look carefully at the parts that would soon be cut from both of them. Sanford watched in rapt attention as his cockhead speared her pussy again and again, spreading apart her lips, as he tried to engrave upon his memory the sight of her lovely pussy and his mighty cock, the white and slippery sheen of their mixed cum clearly visible to all against the dark red knob of his cock and the black skin of his shaft. His gaze followed each plunge of his cock into her, his attention rapt, watching how her tender lips followed the in-and-out movement of his cock, her clitoris clearly visible now at the apex of her folds. In very little time they’d both be cut up, in pain: sex would never be the same for them. The poignancy of their words echoed in their minds as they made tender love, staring at each other’s parts, into each other’s eyes. Suddenly she pulled up off of him: “Sanford, I’ll always be there for you. Nothing changes, you know. Good luck.” Tears were welling up in her eyes, and he knew they were entirely about him and not a bit for herself: she cared for him deeply.

The Grand Mistress now approached Sanford: although she was equally lithe and sinuous and delicate as Beth, she was quite a bit shorter and had an even smaller frame. The Grand Mistress had trouble forcing Sanford’s huge cockhead into her, even though it was slippery with cum from Beth’s pussy, and even with the moisture in her own pussy from having been gangbanged by three eager but clumsy college freshmen she had picked up the day before, fucking all of them bareback just an hour before the show. Two of them had cum inside her pussy, while the third had blasted a huge load all over her face and in her mouth. But after a half minute of determined effort, she gasped as his cockhead suddenly forced its way past her opening and entered her, and his thick, 10-inch cock started to slide deep into her, pushing her open. She braced herself against him as he held her by the waist and pulled her down onto his cock, forcing it ever deeper into her pussy. The Grand Mistress was wide-eyed in amazement tinged with pain as her pussy filled with the pressure of the enormous cock: it felt like his cock was splitting her apart. But soon she got used to the feeling and started to relax and open to him. His cock felt like a warm, alive, powerful force, and she felt complete with him inside—like they were one person, like she knew exactly what it felt for him to be inside her and like he knew what she was feeling. She was amazed when, after a minute of Sanford’s being inside her, she began to feel something she hadn’t felt since her pussy had been destroyed—the tingling in her groin that used to happen when an orgasm was starting to build inside her. She wondered if this was still possible: it was as if a charge were building up in her breasts, and deep in her womb she felt the beginning of a tense, urgent twisting—like a dynamo beginning to send current down her legs, up her body, through her nipples. She was approaching orgasm and getting there rapidly—in fact she was sure she would get there! But how could this be? The excitement she felt was starting to register in Sanford’s pace, as he, too, felt himself quickening towards orgasm.

“Oh no you don’t,” the Grand Mistress said suddenly, pulling herself off of him, depriving both of them. As his mighty, throbbing cock pulled out of her, it seemed like he was pulling her insides out along with it. The amazing pleasure of his fullness inside her was suddenly gone: there was business to be done. “We’re going to do this right. I’m going to do you and cut off your cockhead right when you cum,” she said with haughty control, resuming and enjoying her role as the person who would take away pleasure by destroying people’s sex. “We’re going to have to leave your cock untied for that, you know, so there will be more bleeding, but we can handle that: Dr. James is one of the best doctors in town. “Wait over there,” she said, commanding him over to the penis guillotine while she stepped over to a table and got a bottle of sterilizing alcohol and a large cotton gauze. She was soaking the gauze with alcohol even as she walked quickly over to him: it seemed like she was in a hurry to get on with things. And that was exactly the case: she couldn’t wait for the excitement of seeing his cockhead come off into the tray, to see his mighty cock destroyed and gushing blood—to taste his cum and blood as they mixed together in her mouth. She began right away to swab the cum off Sanford’s cock and sterilize his sack and groin. The cool sensation of the alcohol on his skin made Sanford’s cock stiffen further, the vein running along the top of it pulsing, the skin on the bulging head tightening. The Grand Mistress grabbed his cock and roughly pulled it through the lunette of the guillotine, while Michelle fixed the strap firmly behind him and cinched it extra tight. It was all done in seconds: Sanford looked down to see his throbbing cock sticking through the lunette of the guillotine, the fateful red line of the laser already being adjusted so it rested just behind his cockhead.

“I’m going to jerk you off and cut off your cockhead as you cum, Sanford. You’re already close, I know. In a minute—maybe two, we’re going to do to you what I did to Larry. At the first sign that you’re cumming, Michelle is going to warn me and then press the blade release. Are you ready? If you’re going to back out, this is your last chance.”

Sanford hesitated a second but then replied in the most courageous, firm tone he could: “I’m ready.” “I’m glad: I’m going to love doing you,” said the Grand Mistress as she knelt in front of the guillotine and had Michelle squirt some sterile lubricant onto her hands. With the touch of an expert who must have gotten countless guys off, she started to work on his cock, looking up at him periodically with a devilish grin, her face right in front of his doomed cock, teasing him with the possibility that maybe she’d suck on him, too. A few times she flicked her tongue at the tip of his cock, which made Sanford flinch from the intensity. Just the thought of what was happening—let alone the incredibly hot look of the gorgeous girl jerking him off with his cock through the guillotine—was getting him close. She had grabbed his thick cock in both hands and was firmly twisting her hands in opposite directions, alternating with smooth, long, massaging strokes along the full length of his cock and over the sensitive knob. She leaned over and again flicked her tongue at his cockhead, the tip of it probing his urethra this time. Sanford’s eyes opened wide at the sensation and he sucked in his breath, trying to control himself and last longer. But the Grand Mistress knew she had him and nipped her teeth at the tip of his cock, causing him to buck and flinch from the overload of sensation. With one more wringing motion of her hands on his cock and one more flick of her tongue on his cockhead she sent him over the edge: Sanford felt the cum urgently rising up in his cock as his nuts tightened and his ejaculation surged in a hot flood from deep within him. “Oh God, Oh God” he stammered in his futile effort to hold back the inevitable as the cum welled up at the base of his cock and then shot through his cockhead, a massive spurt jetting right into the Grand Mistress’s mouth, which she had opened in eager anticipation. Michelle, who had been watching Sanford carefully, timed things perfectly, urging the Grand Mistress “STOP!” just as Sanford uttered his last words as a whole man and lost his control. The Grand Mistress immediately removed her hands—and tongue—from his cock as Michelle pushed the red button.

A split-second later Sanford’s cockhead rolled off the end of his cock into the tray as the heavy, razor-sharp blade slammed down and guillotined his penis, just as a second jet of sperm started to shoot from him. A fantastic spray of blood mixed with a viscous, pearly stream of cum splashed the Grand Mistress across her face as the enormous, bleeding cockhead came to rest in the tray, a thick gob of cum clearly visible at the tip where a second before her tongue had been playing. Sanford gasped and shouted in agony as Michelle quickly pulled on the rope attached to the blade, lifting the blade clear so as not to block the rage of blood and cum as three more thick spurts of cum leapt through the bloody, ravaged end of Sanford’s cock, spraying the Grand Mistress’s face and neck and breasts. As Sanford’s orgasm subsided, a final dribble of sperm bubbled out among the thin, rhythmic jets of blood spurting from the severed end of his cock as it shrank.

Even through the shocking spray of cum and blood, the Grand Mistress remained smiling. A huge string of cum landed in her bangs and shone brightly against the black of her hair, and a loop of sperm shot over her head, leaving a long white trail in her hair and falling on her back and her outstretched butt. Sanford’s blood was dripping off her pert nipples as it continued to squirt out his ravaged cock, straight at her chest. For a second she leaned in, positioning her face right in the way of the quick little spurts, reveling in the splash of the warm blood against her cheek and eyelids and then opening wide to accept and swallow the blood as it squirted straight into her mouth.

The Grand Mistress, grinning in an ecstasy of lust, now stood up and reached into the guillotine’s tray, scooped up the severed cockhead, and held it in front of Sanford’s face for him to see very clearly what had happened to him. Sanford—despite the keening pain in his cock and his fright at seeing his blood pumping in eager little jets from his destroyed cock—stared incredulously at the severed knob she held in her palm, his cockhead looking almost like a bloody tennis ball, it was so large. “Oh God, Oh God,” he kept saying, stunned by fear and pain as he again looked down at his bleeding, headless cock, his legs trembling.

Everyone was surprised by what happened next: the Grand Mistress—acting on sheer impulse—opened her legs as she had done earlier that evening and stuffed the dismembered cockhead right into her gaping cunt hole, holding it inside her pussy for about 20 seconds and turning slowly around so everyone in the surgery room and in the observation room above could see, the blood from Sanford’s cockhead squeezing out and running down the inside of her thigh in a rapidly lengthening scarlet line. She then stopped and bore down hard, squeezing her cunt muscles. Blood dripped quickly from her pussy for a few seconds before the cockhead appeared at the opening of her hole and was then ejected with an audible “plop”into her palm, which she cupped beneath herself. She held up the bloody object to the crowd—it was slightly smaller now from having had some of the blood squeezed out of it, but it was still huge and completely recognizable. With an ostentatious show, the Grand Mistress started to lick the bloody, cut end of the severed cockhead, her eyes swooning in delight. Then with a dirty thought, she remembered the straight razor Michelle had used to shave Sanford and retrieved it from next to the sink. Placing the cockhead on the guillotine table, she sliced the bloody piece of meat in two with one decisive stroke of the blade and—making eye contact with Beth and Eliza, beckoned them over with a wicked smile and a naughty wag of her finger. “Eat it,” she commanded them, handing each a perfectly bisected half of the cockhead, cut lengthwise, the pieces looking like two large halves of some strange, blood-red fruit.

Beth and Eliza held the pieces in their open palms, hesitating, before Eliza finally held out her palm right in front of Beth’s mouth, offering her the bloody piece of flesh. Everyone stared in awe as Beth opened her mouth wide, grabbed the cockhead between her front teeth, and tossed back her head to take the gruesome object into her mouth: even sliced in half, it filled her mouth. At that moment, Beth looked over at Sanford with an indescribable look in her eyes: Michelle was busy at the moment stabilizing the bloody wound, but Sanford was staring at Beth and Eliza in disbelief, his eyes seeming to implore them not to eat his cockhead, as if his loss was temporary, unless they ate it. The Grand Mistress recognized that look and couldn’t suppress a cruel smile: he had to face that his cock—like her pussy—was destroyed. By now it was just a dismembered piece of meat, much of the blood squeezed out of it, sliced up and already in Beth’s mouth, where it would be chewed up and swallowed.

Beth now held out her palm with the other half of Sanford’s cockhead in front of Eliza, her gaze first at Eliza but then firmly on Sanford, as if to show him that he needed to accept what had happened, that there was no going back: they were going to eat it. And soon he’d be watching her pussy get destroyed—and maybe he’d be eating her parts.

Eliza picked up the bloody piece of flesh in her fingers, turned it around for a few seconds, getting a good look at it, and then opened her mouth wide and popped it in, wincing at the shocking taste, realizing she was eating human flesh. The two women exchanged a long gaze, acknowledging how their fantasies had become dramatically real—that they were actually doing what they had fantasized about so many times while fingering or sucking each other: chopping off and eating some guy’s cockhead. They looked over now at Sanford, the dismembered meat of his cock in their mouths, unable yet to start chewing—digesting—the horrible thing. The three of them stared at one another for several seconds in amazement: the bloody, iron-rich taste in their mouths, the strange, spongy texture of the flesh they were going to chew and swallow. It was all real, it had actually happened: Beth and Eliza had moved their fantasy into reality, making up the rules of a strange game that hundreds of people already had played with enthusiasm. And the rules would soon have Beth getting her pussy cut up, leaving a butchered, bleeding hole where her lovely pussy used to be. Eliza started to chew first and looked hard at Beth: very soon, she’d be eating Beth’s parts, too, her teeth tearing apart that lovely big clitoris that gave her such pleasure, those full, meaty lips she had sucked and nibbled on so many times. Beth knew exactly what Eliza was thinking. The overpowering taste of blood filling her mouth nauseated her—this wasn’t like times they had tasted a little of each other’s blood while going down during their time of the month: for the first time since she and Eliza had started the club, Beth was scared: what had always seemed a game was perfectly serious—it was her pussy that was soon going to be mutilated. Eliza reached over and held her hand, which Beth held tightly, needing to steel her nerves as with a serious, concentrated look she began to chew on Sanford’s cockhead.

With each chew, it seemed an endless supply of blood poured from the fleshy thing filling their mouths. They tried their best not to gag, wincing at the taste and sensation, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of blood, it seemed. After a short while the Grand Mistress stopped them: “Open your mouths wide. Show me his cockhead!” The two beautiful, completely naked women stood there, their bodies covered in goosebumps from the coolness of the operating room and from the fearful, horrible sensation of all the blood in their mouths. Obeying the Grand Mistress’ command, they opened their mouths wide, the slightly shredded but still largely intact lump of flesh clearly visible inside their mouths that were vivid red. Both of them had perfect, beautifully white teeth, but a bloody film now stained their teeth. “Excellent. Finish up now. We have a lot still to do. Eliza, I hope you’re still hungry after this because you’re going to be eating Beth’s pussy—and swallowing it this time,” she said, with a cruel laugh. “Or maybe you’ll want to give something to Sanford, if he wants it,” the Grand Mistress said, with ironic cruelty.

It took about a minute of concentrated chewing as Beth and Eliza’s teeth tore apart Sanford’s cockhead, shredding the tender, spongy flesh. Meanwhile, the Grand Mistress took some sterile toweling and began wiping some of the blood and cum off her face and body, scooping up in her hand a large, thick, pinkish glob that had dripped onto her left breast, then sucking it into her mouth, clearly enjoying the taste as she swirled it around inside her mouth and then swallowed it. She looked on as the two women chewed Sanford’s cockhead to bits: the Grand Mistress sensed they were having a difficult time deciding to swallow. “Show me again,” the Grand Mistress told them, sternly. Beth and Eliza opened their mouths, revealing pinkish gray shreds and small chunks of flesh from the torn, chewed up cockhead. “Time to swallow,” the Grand Mistress said, her voice harsh and unyielding. Still the two women hesitated. “Do it!” the Grand Mistress now commanded. Both women swallowed, the sickening mouthful making them feel queasy. Neither was aware that just at the moment they swallowed, about a half dozen people in the observation room —including two guys with their dicks inside Simona’s ass and pussy—came hard from the incredible eroticism of what they had just seen.

Michelle had waited only a few seconds after Sanford’s orgasm had subsided and had set to work dealing with the severely bleeding wound as Dr. James looked on closely and advised her. Despite the alarming sight of blood spurting out the wound, she remained calm: using a wad of gauze, she wiped away the blood while firmly squeezing his penis at the base, slowing the bleeding enough to see the severed urethra. After considerable prodding, with Sanford crying “Oh God, Oh God” as the rod probed the gaping, terribly sensitive wound, she finally found the opening and inserted the hollow stent, which now slipped with ease deep into Sanford’s urethra. Blood dripped off her hand as she placed a loop of surgical rubber tubing over Sanford’s strangely truncated cock, which had shrunk quickly as his erection dwindled. For a second she eased up on the pressure at the base of his cock, and two more jets of blood squirted out the end of his penis, one getting her on the chin and splashing across her lips, before she managed to pull and tie the tubing tight around his cock, securing the stent in place as well. Dr. James worked with her to spread the coagulating compound over the stump end of Sanford’s penis, then pulled up a gurney and helped him onto it as he groaned in pain.

Michelle looked up just as the Grand Mistress was squeezing Sanford’s cockhead out of her pussy. It was an amazing sight, and Michelle watched openmouthed at the spectacle and found herself tasting blood—the blood that had squirted from Sanford’s penis as it hit her mouth, mixed with a faint taste of cum. Amazed at the sensation, she swallowed and—realizing how turned on she was—wiped the rest of his blood from her face into her mouth and savored the taste and what she was part of. She still vividly recalled the feeling of his cock inside her—especially the feeling of his enormous cockhead as it had pushed her open. She wondered what it would be like to fuck him now…or at least once he had healed. She wanted to try that. Just as Michelle was wiping Sanford’s blood into her mouth, the Grand Mistress happened to look at her: Michelle smiled devilishly at her, and the Grand Mistress winked right back.

In a few minutes Sanford had calmed down, the burning, intense pain vivid proof of what had happened to him but no longer so frightening now that the wound had completely stabilized. “Michelle,” Dr. James called, “we’re not done with him. Call over the Grand Mistress and get the laser scalpel: it’s time to finish.”

Sanford’s eyes widened as he realized what would happen next. The Grand Mistress was already there, holding the scalpel Michelle had handed her, the razor-sharp blade glinting in the bright light. “There won’t be much bleeding from this: relax,” Dr. James told him, pressing Sanford’s shoulders, holding him down just as Sanford felt what seemed to be a sharp pinch on his scrotum. He tried to look down but couldn’t raise himself to see much because Dr. James held him so firmly. All he saw as he craned his neck was Michelle daubing the gauze at his privates, the Grand Mistress’ face right next to his crotch. He noticed the corners of her mouth, turned up in a smile. And then he felt a strange, sharp sensation of heat and pulling as he saw her hand move, the scalpel making a 2-inch long incision on the side of his scrotum. “Don’t look,” Dr. James told him, pushing him back into the bed. “Relax.”

Again Michelle daubed at the wound. The “laser scalpel” was a device that used the heat of a cauterizing laser to seal incisions as they were made. The opening in Sanford’s scrotum was barely even bleeding. “Pull it out,” the Grand Mistress now instructed Michelle, who gently parted the incision and inserted her gloved right index finger all the way into the moist warmth of the sack, feeling around, recognizing what must have been the sperm cords and then finding a testicle. She hooked her finger around it and gently pulled. For a second, the large, pinkish-gray, oblong object with pulsing blue veins on its surface appeared at the incision, stretching at the membrane of the scrotum. Michelle pulled a little more: suddenly the testicle was completely outside the sack, though still attached by a surprisingly thick, bright pink cord. Sanford groaned in pain and again said “Oh God!” feeling and knowing fully what was happening at that moment. Again he tried to look down. “You can watch later: it’s all on video,” Dr. James told him, again pressing Sanford’s shoulders down into the mattress. “Try not to move: you need to stay calm,” Dr. James told him in a reassuring voice.

Right then the thought crossed the Grand Mistress’ mind of biting through the cord—she was amazed at the strength of the savage impulse. But everything needed to remain hygienic to avoid infection. Instead, she took the testicle in her left hand, rolling it gently between her fingers. “Clamp,” she told Michelle, who handed her the miniature device, which the Grand Mistress immediately attached to the sperm cord as high up as she could, pulling on the testicle to get maximum length. “AGGGHHHH!” Sanford cried, kicking his legs in reflex at the nauseating pain in his groin as the clamp crushed and held fast the sperm cord. “Hold still,” the Grand Mistress told him harshly as she sliced right through the sperm duct, angling the scalpel’s blade right against the clamp, severing the testicle with about two inches of the cord attached. “You’re done,” she said to Sanford, businesslike, standing up now and dangling the testicle by the pink cord. “Dr. James is going to sew you up while Michelle and I enjoy this,” she said, smiling at him. “You were quite a sport!” she added, softening a bit, “no hard feelings!” She patted him on the leg and, smiling broadly, held out the testicle to Michelle. Sanford was almost in shock, staring through dazed eyes at the Grand Mistress and trying to steady himself—both from the nauseating ache radiating through his groin and from the horrible realization of what they had done to him, all in a matter of minutes.

The Grand Mistress had seen how much Michelle had enjoyed the taste of Sanford when she had wiped his blood into her mouth, and Michelle knew the Grand Mistress was doing her a favor: she clearly would have enjoyed eating it herself. Wanting to return the favor, Michelle told her “Watch this!” as with a dancer’s grace she raised a slender leg onto the mattress of Sanford’s gurney, the arch of her foot accentuated as she pointed her toes. With a naughty smile, Michelle took the testicle from the Grand Mistress and, gently easing apart the tender, dark brown lips of her pussy, inserted the testicle—which was still warm and surprisingly large—into her vagina, the cord sticking out from between her cunt lips like the cord of a tampon. “Mmmmm…feels nice!” Michelle said, setting down her leg again and standing, her legs apart. “Come get it!” she said, playfully, as she smiled at the Grand Mistress and then looked down at Sanford, who was staring in disbelief at the sperm cord—his sperm cord—sticking out from her pussy. The Grand Mistress caught on to her invitation and got down on her knees between Michelle’s legs as Michelle stood with her pussy directly over the Grand Mistress’ face. For a minute the Grand Mistress licked Michelle’s pussy, probing the folds and tonguing Michelle’s surprisingly large clit with her tongue, teasing her. Finally, she went for the sperm cord, pulling it with her teeth. Sanford’s testicle popped out of Michelle’s pussy, and the Grand Mistress caught it right in her mouth. She stood up, put her arms around Michelle’s neck, and kissed her deeply, passing the testicle into Michelle’s mouth. “Mmmmmmm!” Michelle murmured, passing it back a few seconds later. They passed the testicle back and forth several times more from one mouth to the other, marveling at its firmness, the feeling of it inside their mouths, the sheer madness of having a guy’s nut in their mouths, before Michelle tentatively asked the Grand Mistress, “Share?”

“Mm hm!” came the affirmative response as the Grand Mistress maneuvered the testicle until it was between her front teeth, half sticking out of her mouth.

Simultaneously they bit into the testicle, their front teeth slicing through the strangely textured object until they had bitten clean through it, Michelle getting a slightly larger piece, with the cord attached. As they bit into it, a thick, pinkish fluid squirted all over Michelle’s left breast: she moaned in an ecstasy of lust as she massaged the gory fluid into her breast, rubbing her palm against the firm nipple. Michelle and the Grand Mistress now hugged each other tight, breast to breast, belly to belly, their pussies grinding together as the two women chewed the testicle. The Grand Mistress noticed the texture and taste were completely unlike that of Larry’s cockhead: the testicle had a firm consistency that felt like it was popping in her mouth as she chewed. It also tasted intensely of cum—mixed with the deep iron red of blood. Looking into each other’s eyes, Michelle and the Grand Mistress now opened their mouths to show each other what was inside: the firm, pulpy, grayish flesh was floating in a dark, pinkish froth. They swallowed at about the same time, and Michelle was so turned on that she started to orgasm almost immediately as the Grand Mistress began to lick and suck the aureole and nipple into which she had massaged the pink juices from Sanford’s testicle.

Dr. James had Sanford’s scrotum neatly sewn up within minutes, and Sanford lay on the gurney, the terrible soreness in his groin adding to the throbbing pain he felt at the end of his cock. “The best thing you could do is relax. Actually, there’s plenty more to watch, to get your mind off your pain, young man,” Dr. James said to Sanford, smiling, as he now left him and went over to Michelle and the Grand Mistress. “I’d like to do the cutting of the women,” Dr. James told them. “We’re doing the blonde first, right? Let’s get her strapped in: Michelle, why don’t you bring her over: Laura and I will get the bed over here and get her tied down.”

Michelle walked over to the gurney where Susan was comforting Larry. “Susan, are you ready?” Larry, who was in terrible pain, was trying desperately to dissuade her, wanting with all his heart to save her from the ordeal, pleading with her. But he learned that this sweet, sensitive woman also was stubborn and had a strong sense of honor. “Larry, I’m going to do this. You did it and I have to. We are together.” “YES,” she told Michelle before Larry could say another word and—her head held proudly and without looking back—walked with Michelle to the middle of the room, where Dr. James and the Grand Mistress had wheeled the special reclining chair in which she would be cut. Nobody had to force her into the straps: she sat down in the chair herself and cooperated with every step, putting her shapely legs into the restrainers, her long, narrow feet into the stirrups, her arms on the arm rests, as if she were eager for the experience. She wasn’t eager at all: inside she was beginning to be terribly scared, but it was difficult to tell from her proud, brave smile. In seconds the straps were secure and the Grand Mistress was swabbing her groin and pussy liberally with disinfecting alcohol. She looked stunning, strapped into the chair, her perfect breasts proud and firm, her pussy completely exposed with her legs apart. After a short consultation, it was agreed to leave Susan’s small blond patch of pubic hair, which was far enough from where she would be cut.

“Susan,” Dr. James addressed her, “I’m going to clamp your labia minora now. You’ll feel pressure, like a strong pinch, as they go on. This part of the procedure is actually not very painful. I’ll cut off your labia, but then for your clitoral hood I’ll be running the scalpel freely along the membrane, which will not be clamped. You’ll probably experience a good deal of pain then. Try to relax: it will help. I hear you’re a nursing student—so you probably know what they say about clouds and pillows: that’s where your mind should go. While cutting your hood, I’ll suction your clitoris so it will stand out of the way. But don’t worry: you get to keep that,” he said, assuringly, as he deftly secured the thin stainless steel clamps—which looked like large, high-tech bobby pins—around her left and then her right labia, in quick succession. Susan barely flinched but kept staring straight ahead, still smiling bravely. “Forceps… Scalpel,” Dr. James said to the Grand Mistress, who promptly placed the instruments into his hands as he held out first his left hand and then his right. Dr. James preferred to use a normal scalpel for now—for effect; the laser scalpel was a much more intimidating device, and he wanted to save that for last.

Dr. James looked at the beautiful, naked young girl lying with her bald, smooth pussy, her legs spread wide apart, her vagina open: the bright lights of the operating room allowed him actually to see a bit inside her—the firm, pink, ridged flesh of her tunnel glistening with moisture. She lay there strapped down and completely defenseless, her lovely, soft breasts firming as her nipples stood and the darker pink of her aureoles puckered: she was either clearly excited, or very nervous. How he loved to do this—to turn these fresh, pink, lovely pussies into bloody, painful gashes, to see the pain register on the faces of these pretty, foolish girls who submitted to this destruction of their sex. Susan was perfection—a lovely, ripe body in full flower, a sweet face still with a hint of innocence about it. He had a momentary fantasy of fucking her like that—her body completely tied down, her beautiful smile enduring everything he did to her, cumming hard into that gorgeous pussy of hers.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dr. James saw the uncomfortable, momentary flinches on the girl’s face as he grabbed the sizeable piece of flesh in the tight jaws of the forceps and then started right in to cut with the scalpel. He tried to imagine himself in the young girl’s place, to feel and think what she was experiencing. It didn’t take more than about 4 or 5 seconds for the scalpel to free the left labia as Dr. James pulled the flesh with the forceps and simultaneously ran the scalpel next to the clamp, the flesh quivering and still alive. The wound barely even bled—and the Grand Mistress quickly dabbed at the wound with a gauze to soak up the few drops of blood and fluid that seeped forth. The pink piece of flesh was now detached from her completely, hanging limp in the jaws of the forceps, the cut end shiny and moist. Dr. James laid the 3-inch long strip of slightly curly, pink flesh—which looked somewhat like a thick strip of raw bacon—on the girl’s belly, just above the flaxen, downy patch of her pubic hair.

“Nice. We’re doing fine,” Dr. James told her as he noticed her starting to sweat slightly, fighting now to keep smiling bravely through the ordeal. “Now the other one,” he said as he grasped the other labia in the forceps and quickly sliced it off, again with hardly any blood. “Fine, you’re doing very well,” he told her as the Grand Mistress daubed at the brave girl’s pussy, which was now missing both labia and looking much more open, the clitoral hood much more apparent than ever because it—and her clit—were all that was left externally. Michelle mopped her damp forehead with a cool towel: a small amount of bleeding had begun, and the Grand Mistress now applied the coagulating compound to the edges of the wounds, held tight by the clamps.

“Suction clamp,” Dr. James called, as the Grand Mistress handed him essentially the same sort of suctioning device that would be used next on Beth, only this one lacked the spring-loaded blade that would sever Beth’s clitoris only 15 short minutes later.

Despite the stinging around her pussy where her labia had been cut off, Susan felt a strangely good feeling at first as the suction device took in her clitoris. After a few pumps on the device’s transparent vacuum chamber, however, her clitoris had swelled inside the chamber to an inch and a half long. Still Dr. James kept pumping! Susan started to feel deeply uncomfortable now as her clit was pulled almost two inches into the device, any pleasure replaced completely now with a terrible, painful pressure. Dr. James stopped and inspected his handiwork. The truth was he didn’t have to extend the clitoris that much at all: simply pulling it from underneath the protective hood was all that was needed. He was enjoying the added drama, though—enjoying the girl’s pain.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Susan cried, her smile turned into a look of panic as Dr. James, working now with the laser scalpel, started cutting freely into the clitoral hood, a lengthening part of which hung free from her body, held firmly in the jaws of the forceps. The laser scalpel was no guarantee against bleeding, and because of the rich infusion of blood to the area and the quickness with which Dr. James was moving the scalpel, the wound was beginning to bleed freely, and blood was dripping off the free, cut end of her clit hood. With a gauze soaked in the coagulating compound, the Grand Mistress was daubing and applying pressure to the vivid-red, bloody wound that Susan’s pussy had become. At the apex of the hood, just above Susan’s clit, Dr. James slowed down and cautiously moved the scalpel: this part had a large nerve and a vein that could cause serious bleeding. As the scalpel passed through this part, Susan gasped and shouted again—a heartrending shout of pain and fear. Any slip here could cause irreparable damage to the clitoral nerves, depriving her of sensation. No significant bleeding started, though, and Dr. James continued faster again, pulling and cutting away the hood.

In a few more seconds—announced by the slight upward jerk of the forceps, the flesh came completely free: Susan could feel the odd sensation as this sensitive part of her body was cut free: the stinging, fiery pain overwhelmed her, and she was sobbing now, gasping as the tears freely rolled down her pretty face. Dr. James took the forceps and placed the sizeable piece of bloody flesh on Susan’s belly, just above the two labia—as if rearranging her sexual parts elsewhere on her body.

“Remove suction,” Dr. James now instructed as the Grand Mistress opened the bleed valve to the suction device and the clamp released Susan’s clitoris, which rebounded but still stood an inch above the blood-red, open wound of her pussy. The Grand Mistress looked at the little bit of flesh there—that all-important bundle of nerves and blood that reminded her of her own clit, that had been her own pleasure until it was taken from her. If she had been doing the cutting, perhaps she would have “slipped” and Susan would have lost that, too.

Susan lay there, weeping, in pain, her hands gripping the armrest, her knuckles white. The Grand Mistress leaned over to her, grinning: “Do you want Larry to eat your parts, or could I have them?” Susan could barely speak, she was in such pain, and weakly shook her head: she knew instinctively that Larry would be traumatized by eating these bits of her. “You” was all she could say to the Grand Mistress, the tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.

Smiling broadly in anticipation, the Grand Mistress picked up the two labia with her fingers, the quivering little strips of pinkish-grey flesh hanging in the air. “One for you, one for me,” she said playfully to Michelle, handing her what used to be Susan’s left labia as she tilted her head back and held the other strip above her open mouth like a treat. Michelle did exactly the same with the other strip of flesh. Whereas the Grand Mistress now dropped the whole piece into her mouth and started to chew the whole thing at once, Michelle took dainty bites of the obscene strip of flesh, biting off little pieces at a time between her front teeth and chewing carefully. “May I?” Dr. James asked, amazed at himself as he looked on with great curiosity at the large piece of flesh that used to be Susan’s clitoral hood, lying on the girl’s stomach, then looking at the Grand Mistress. “I was waiting for you to ask!” she replied, grinning, her mouth still full of Susan’s flesh. She had sensed—correctly—the doctor’s curiosity. “It’s delicious—go ahead.” Dr. James eagerly took the piece of flesh between his fingers, incredulous at what was happening, what he was about to do. This was so far beyond anything he had ever imagined when years ago Eliza—the beautiful young daughter of his best friend—had come into his office for a “consultation.”

Dr. James smelled the piece of flesh first, inhaling the musky essence of the young woman’s pussy, smelling the rawness of the flesh, the intense, alarming smell of blood. He closed his eyes as he put the tender piece of the young woman’s pussy into his mouth and started to chew. His cock was rock hard as he did so, and he fantasized again what it would be like to fuck Susan’s bloody pussy as he chewed and swallowed her clit hood. For a second, his fantasy flashed upon the young woman lying there, hearing his question and taking it to mean “may he fuck her?”, and her answering him affirmatively, her voice resigned, her need for sex so great that she’d whore her body even in this terribly painful condition, crying in great anguished sobs as he drove his cock into her bloody wound.

“Doctor James!” Michelle repeated, looking at him straight in the eyes, getting his attention. She, too, had noticed everything during the procedure—especially his clear enjoyment in giving Susan pain. “Yes?” he responded, slightly embarrassed, coming out of his reverie. “I think you need this,” she responded as she winked and nodded towards his cock, which was a good 8 inches long, thick, and pulsing with his excitement, as she spontaneously lifted one beautiful, thin leg against his waist, grabbed his cock, and started to put it in her pussy. She had seen the wedding ring on his hand, but she figured that with what he had been doing for the past 3 years, the man must be very frustrated. “Uh…uh…OH!” Dr. James exclaimed as she put the head of his cock right into her pussy and climbed up him a bit so she could pull him deeply into her, right there in the middle of the operating room, the observers above enjoying the unexpected activity below.

Dr. James showed no compunction as he started to fuck the beautiful nurse, holding her firm, round, muscular ass while pushing his cock as deep as he could into her cunt. Unlike his wife’s pussy, Michelle’s was tight and dripping wet. Michelle was built smaller inside: he felt her walls all along his cock, and the tip of his cock was right up against her cervix. Her tits were also soft and pert and shapely, with large, dark nipples, whereas his wife’s breasts had gotten hard and had seemed to shrink, her nipples small against her pale areolae. He was a big man—six foot one—and Michelle—who was quite thin and easily half a foot shorter—felt featherweight in his arms—so young, healthy, firm, lithe. He lifted the girl completely, her legs around his waist, and began to fuck her hard now. He had never fucked a black woman before: there was something so unreserved about her, so free. Whether it was the mad taste of blood in his mouth or just the circumstances, he found himself rapidly approaching orgasm. Michelle felt herself quickening, too, as he increased his pace, driving his cock with abandon deep into the girl, fucking her standing up as she rode his cock, enjoying her pleasure.

Just minutes after she had first pulled him into her, they came at the same time, Dr. James almost roaring in the intensity of his discharge into her, while Michelle cried “Fuck me! FUCK ME!!” He hadn’t cum so quick or so hard in ages. He held her there for a minute, both of them looking into each other’s eyes, her legs around his waist, his hands cradling her beautiful round ass, his cock deep inside her cunt. Finally, Dr. James let her down, and as she stood on the floor, his cum started to run out of her pussy and down her leg. She reached down and scooped up some of it and sucked it into her mouth, giving Dr. James the naughtiest look. “Mmmmmm! That was nice! Any time, you hear?” she said, winking at him, then pulling him to her and kissing him deeply, her mouth tasting strongly of their mixed cum and the bloody taste of Susan’s labia. It was a moment and a sensation Dr. James would remember the rest of his life.

“We have Beth to do still, and we can’t keep holding things up, however much I’d love to,” he told Michelle, smiling broadly. “That was quite something. And you’re on for seconds,” he added with a wink as they unstrapped Susan from the special chair, wheeled her over, and—as there were only two gurneys—helped her onto Larry’s bed, moving her in next to him. While Michelle had been busy with the doctor, the Grand Mistress had seen to dressing Susan’s pussy in a layer of clean gauze, which she had taped down across her thigh and buttocks. Larry and Susan lay side by side, holding hands, talking in whispers, almost too weak from pain to speak.

Beth and Eliza were nervously standing together, awaiting the final act of this evening. Eliza put her arms around Beth’s neck and kissed her deep on the mouth and then said, “I’ll be right next to you through it all: I spoke with the Grand Mistress and she said just not to be in the way and to keep things clean for you. Whatever you want, I’m there for you. You’ll be fine. Remember: this was our dream. I’ll have my turn as well: we’re in this together, OK? You’re more beautiful than I’ve ever seen you.”

“Thanks,” Beth said, her voice full of nervous anticipation of what lay before her. Michelle had come up to her now: “Your turn, girl. Ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Beth said, deciding with all the strength of her will to enjoy this strange, painful procedure: it had been her fantasy, after all, to have her clit cut off, and Eliza had been puzzled at first when Beth had told her, years ago. She concentrated on the eroticism of the whole situation, and she actually started to feel turned on again, instead of frightened. “Yeah, let’s do this pussy,” she told Michelle, smiling, completely game now.

“That a girl!” Michelle said, leading her over to the chair where minutes ago Susan had been strapped in, her pussy dripping with blood. The Grand Mistress had cleaned it thoroughly in preparation.

The Grand Mistress and Dr. James joined Michelle strapping in Beth, who proved just as cooperative a subject as Susan, and quite willing, too. “Cut me good, ya hear?” she said to Dr. James, apparently a private joke among the three of them, as she and the doctor had become fast friends more than 3 years ago when Eliza had introduced him and he had agreed to act as the CCC’s surgeon. Dr. James had always had a fancy for Beth, even if he’d never done anything with her. That couldn’t be said, however, for his friendship with Eliza, which had gotten off to a very interesting start when she had come for that first consultation in his office. To cement their bond of secrecy, Eliza had put out for the good doctor, sucking him off, then fucking him bareback on the examination table, on his insistence swallowing every drop of his load when he finally came. There had been a longstanding but agreeable sexual tension—but nothing else—between them ever since.

“God, just looking at you like that makes me hard again—and that’s saying something for a 62 year old like me,” Dr. James said, looking down at her in the chair, overcome with lust, hoping maybe she’d let him fuck her for a bit, right there in the chair, strapped down with her cunt completely open and exposed to all. Just then, over her shoulder, Beth caught Sanford’s glance: through his pain he was looking at her with a wondering expression. Of course he couldn’t make any claims on her, but where he was from, a man’s honor was at stake when his woman (actually, women) went off on “adventures” with other men. Eliza wasn’t an issue—he was intrigued by that: he wasn’t at all incorrect in assuming he’d have both women if he wanted them. And how he did, especially after he’d had a taste of what Eliza was like! Beth, who had never been possessive about her partners but always free about sex, realized that things were different now: not only did she feel an obligation to Sanford, but she also wanted to honor him by being just his, if he wanted that.

“I’m flattered, Dr. James. But Sanford and I have a thing going here,” Beth said, understanding the doctor’s unspoken hopes while looking over at Sanford, who looked back with a deep, meaningful expression, then flashed her a glowing smile even through his pain. She felt stronger than ever now, able to undergo anything the ordeal entailed. “Cut me good and quick, Dr. James,” she said playfully with an affected southern accent—perhaps in acknowledgment of the doctor’s having come from the deep South. “I want to join Sanford over there. He needs me, and I need him.”

“Your wish is my command,” he said, partly regretting her answer but also eager to destroy her lovely cunt, as Michelle and the Grand Mistress both started swabbing her genitals and groin with disinfecting alcohol. “Let’s get those clamps right on her,” Dr. James said, as the Grand Mistress attached one clamp and then the other to Beth’s inner labia. The meaty folds of her pussy were pulled hard and squeezed tightly in the clamps, which were applied as far down as possible right against the opening to her vagina. The Grand Mistress had pulled hard on her labia to get them stretched to the maximum, and already Beth was in considerable discomfort. “Eliza, distract me. I have a feeling Dr. James is about to cause me a world of hurt,” Beth said, smiling wickedly at her friend. “My pleasure. Very much my pleasure!” Eliza replied, kissing her on the mouth and then pushing the lever on the chair, causing the back support to recline so that Beth’s mouth was now at the level of Eliza’s pussy, which was probably a good idea, anyway, to keep Beth from fainting. Eliza now straddled Beth’s mouth, and Beth immediately put her tongue as deep as she could into Eliza’s pussy. “Dr. James, you heard the girl: she wants to be cut good and hard. Don’t mess around with that laser scalpel: use the regular one. She wants to bleed, she wants to hurt real bad. She’s been a naughty girl, you know,” Eliza said, and Beth’s eager response with her tongue acknowledged what they had both agreed on before: when it finally came their turn, the two women both wanted the procedure to be as painful and real and complete as possible, to leave nothing remaining. “And when you get her clit, get in there and take it all out—roots and all. She’s been a bad, BAD girl, a wicked girl, and needs strong punishment,” Eliza added, as Dr. James grasped Beth’s left labia with the forceps.

At that moment, Dr. James—almost crazy with lust and inflamed by Eliza’s dirty talk and the sad denial that he couldn’t have the beautiful Beth—sliced off Beth’s left labia in one quick, almost savage yank of the scalpel along the clamp. In an instant, the bloody piece of flesh was severed. “AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” Beth cried, more in shock than in pain at what was happening to her, as Dr. James laid the meaty strip of flesh on her flat, quivering stomach above the demure patch of black hair, just as he had done with Susan before her.

“Bad girls get bad things done to them, young lady,” Dr. James said, eagerly awaiting the Grand Mistress’ being done swabbing at the wound, so he could get in and cut off the girl’s other pussy flap. Although the cut had barely bled because of the firm clamp, the Grand Mistress wondered what would happen when Dr. James went at her clit hood and clitoris, because those wouldn’t be clamped. Dr. James was clearly worked up; the Grand Mistress was surprised at the savageness with which he had sliced off Beth’s left labia. And Eliza had told him to dig out the roots of Beth’s clitoris; that was going beyond what the Grand Mistress had endured. Inside, the Grand Mistress was trembling in fear for Beth, knowing the doctor was going to mutilate Beth terribly, far more terribly than he had mutilated her.

Grasping the other labia in the forceps, Dr. James slashed off her other pussy flap with another rapid, brutal yank of the scalpel. The right labia now hung in the forceps, and a few drops of blood dripped onto her belly from it as he placed it next to the left one. “Ah, Beth, you had a pretty one, but now I’m going to make your pussy a bleeding, painful hole,” he told her as he called to the Grand Mistress, “Clitoral suction clamp.” The clamp the Grand Mistress handed him now was different from the one he had used on Susan: this one had the spring-loaded blade at the opening of the suction chamber. This clamp was expressly designed for slicing off the clitoris at its base. Dr. James placed the suction device at the apex of her clit hood, on top of where Beth’s clitoris seemed in vain to be hiding, and started to pump the chamber quite rapidly, with no concern for her considerable pain as he kept pumping far beyond what was necessary to keep the clit out of the way during removal of the hood. Beth’s clitoris appeared inside the transparent chamber as a puffy, bright pink cylinder of flesh more than two inches long as the chamber’s suction pulled it and the tissue all around her clit to the maximum. Beth was whimpering now, the pain was so intense, as she sucked Eliza’s pussy with desperate fervor, hoping to distract herself by transmuting her pain into her friend’s pleasure. Dr. James didn’t yet set the blade, however, fearing it might inadvertently be triggered: he wanted to control the very moment this girl’s clit got sliced off.

Grabbing the clitoral hood inside the forcep’s jaws, Dr. James began now with an ordinary scalpel to cut at Beth’s most tender flesh with small, sharp, motions that seemed to tear the flesh away from her body. Blood immediately started to bubble forth from the cut. The pain was unbearable, and Beth almost couldn’t breathe because Eliza was grinding her pussy into Beth’s mouth. Sensing that Beth was gasping for breath, Eliza let up for a second, and Beth wailed from the pain as the doctor continued to cut mercilessly through the soft, loose flesh. At the apex of her hood, Dr. James warned Michelle and the Grand Mistress that they’d have to keep up with the bleeding, which would be rapid in that area, as he sliced almost recklessly through the thickest part. “Aaaarggghhhhhhhhh” came Beth’s muffled cry, stifled by the pressure of Eliza’s pussy on her mouth. The intensity of the moment caused Eliza suddenly to cum long and hard, and she grunted her pleasure loudly in a way Beth had come to know well. Eliza ground her pussy hard into Beth’s mouth, pushing her clit against Beth’s teeth, her clit pressed hard between Eliza’s pelvic bone and the sharp edges of Beth’s front teeth, something that Eliza loved to do because she found it almost intoxicating to enjoy pain with her pleasure.

Beth’s pussy was running with blood, which soaked into the thick batting of sterile cotton sheets that had been placed underneath her lean but shapely butt. Beth’s cunt was bleeding freely, the scarlet flow pooling right at the entrance to her hole and starting to run inside it, which was completely exposed now without the meaty flaps in front of it. Beth’s bloody vagina was completely open and spasming visibly now from her pain, her flat belly heaving in sobs, her tender, soft breasts quivering, nipples completely erect. Dr. James was distracted by her open cunt hole as he continued to cut her, pulling and slicing with abandon: the wickedly sharp scalpel blade seemed to thirst for more blood as it ran through the tender flesh. With one final cut of the blade, Beth’s clit hood was severed, the mass of tender, bloody flesh lying limp in the forceps. Dr. James was smiling as he laid it on Beth’s belly, just above her labia.

Almost unable to breathe, Beth had turned her head to the side and was almost gagging on her tongue in pain and anguish, a steady, keening “AHHHHHHH” coming forth from deep in her soul, it seemed, her face running with tears. “How is the bleeding…manageable?” Dr. James asked Michelle and the Grand Mistress. “She’s doing OK, we have things pretty well under control,” the Grand Mistress responded, as she and Michelle swabbed at the horrible wound with cotton gauzes soaked in a strong cauterizing compound that burned terribly but also was dramatically effective at stanching blood from serious wounds—which Beth’s pussy had become. “Then let’s do her,” Eliza said, adding “But let me get her tongue inside me before you cut her clit. I want to feel that when it happens to her.” Eliza looked over now at Sanford, who was almost in shock, he was so afraid for Beth, so alarmed and horrified at the pain she was undergoing and what she would soon go through. “You have a good girl, Sanford,” she told him, before she turned to Beth, lying beneath her. “This one’s mine, too, remember?” she said to Beth with apparent callousness as she took Beth’s sobbing face and positioned it again right so she could suck Eliza’s cunt. “I want your tongue up my cunt when your clit comes off. Suck me!” she told her lover roughly as Dr. James and the Grand Mistress now set the blade on the suction device. “Suck me! Put your tongue up me!” Eliza almost shouted at Beth as she ground her pussy into her friend’s face. Beth was lost in a sea of pain and erotic delirium as she put her tongue as far as she could into Eliza’s sopping pussy. “That’s it. That’s it!” Eliza said, smiling, as she now ground her pussy hard against her friend’s mouth. “Yes, YES, you beautiful girl, you beautiful girl. Say goodbye to that lovely clit!”

Dr. James, who could hardly wait to see Beth’s clitoris come off, hesitated, nevertheless, his finger almost pressing the button. “Take it now, cut her, Dr. James!” Eliza cried in a fit of lust as she came hard, feeling a strange flood of wetness in her pussy as her womb contracted and her nipples almost sizzled with energy. She looked down to see Beth’s face glistening wet: only on the rarest of occasions did Eliza squirt when she came, but Beth’s face was completely, dripping wet from the cum that had gushed out of Eliza’s pussy. In the next second Eliza heard a metallic, mechanical clicking and the whizzz of the spring. Immediately she felt Beth’s body jerk, her face bouncing up hard against Eliza’s pussy at the shocking sensation. Beth couldn’t breathe for a second, but her long fingers, stretched in panic, told everything. “AAAAAAAAHHHH,” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH” Beth wailed, her clit hanging free now inside the vacuum chamber, no longer attached to her. Eliza quickly got off of her friend and positioned herself by Beth’s streaming face, holding her dear friend’s face, kissing her. “Hang in there, you’re doing great, you beautiful girl. You’re doing fine,” she said, now holding Beth’s hand, kissing her on her forehead. “You gave me everything, you beautiful girl. Hang in there.”

Dr. James now inserted the thin forceps into the suction clamp and extracted its contents—Beth’s clitoris, pumped up with blood and about an inch and a half long, looking somewhat like a miniature penis. He stood next to Eliza. “Give me your hand,” he told her and opened the jaws of the forceps. Beth’s clitoris, still body-temperature warm, fell into Eliza’s palm. “Thank you, Dr. James,” Eliza said and then knelt next to her friend. “Beth, this is it, she said, holding Beth’s severed clitoris in her fingertips, Eliza’s graceful, long fingers stained from the bloody bit of flesh they were holding. “I’m going to share it with Sanford,” she said, holding Beth’s clitoris for her to see. Beth was weak from the pain and her eyes were red from crying. Eliza wiped away Beth’s tears so she could see clearly. “Beth, we’re doing this the three of us. You need to watch,” she said, as she walked over to Sanford. “Here, you have half,” she said to him as she bit into the flesh with her front teeth, slicing the piece of flesh in half, holding out the other half to Sanford. Sanford was shocked and looked over at Beth. “Share it,” Beth said weakly, nodding at him, grimacing through her pain. Eliza held the piece of flesh in front of Sanford’s mouth. “Open up,” Eliza said, in a slightly fuzzy way, her piece of Beth’s clitoris already in her mouth. Sanford opened his mouth, and Eliza placed the other piece on his tongue. “Chew it well,” she said as they both stared at each other, a serious look on their faces as they chewed and then swallowed Beth’s clitoris. “Want more?” Eliza asked Sanford, but he shook his head no: it was all he could do to swallow this bit of his Beth, this woman he already adored. “I’m going to eat the rest, then,” Eliza told him, returning to Beth, who was panting from dealing with the terrible pain between her legs.

Michelle and the Grand Mistress had stabilized the gaping wound and the significant bleeder that had opened when Beth’s clit had been sliced, but Dr. James was saying now that they weren’t done. The two women were hoping that Eliza had spoken about getting out the roots of the clitoris only to enhance the eroticism of the moment. They were shocked now when Eliza answered them: “NO, we’re NOT done. We dig out the roots, the nerves…she keeps nothing.” Still, nobody moved, until Beth herself—gasping through her pain—told the three women and Dr. James: “I’m not done until it’s all gone. Take it all.” With the utmost determination, Beth smiled through her tears and added, “Dr. James, cut me good!”

Almost in disbelief, Michelle and the Grand Mistress stood by again to deal with the bleeding that would surely erupt when Dr. James began to cut internally into Beth’s pussy, to carve out the root of her clitoris. Grabbing the armrests firmly, Beth weakly spoke to Eliza: “Kiss me this time, just kiss me.” Eliza pulled Beth’s lovely face to hers just as Dr. James seemed to plunge his scalpel into the bloody stump of Beth’s clitoris. At that point, Beth simply passed out from the pain, and Dr. James quickly made a few deep, coordinated incisions before pulling a small plug of flesh with a forked-looking root from the dark, bleeding hole where Beth’s clitoris used to be, and placed it on Beth’s stomach. “That’s yours if you want,” the Grand Mistress told him, grinning, indicating with a nod of her head the little bit of flesh, the roots clearly visible, like a weed that had been pulled out so cleanly that it would never grow back. Blood flowed at an alarming rate from the wound. “Clamp that bleeder and cauterize it,” Dr. James instructed Michelle as the Grand Mistress pressed firmly upon the bleeding wound, then gave access to Michelle, who now used the laser scalpel to cauterize the bleeding vein. Where once Beth’s clitoris stood, there was now an ugly, black-red, bleeding hole surrounded by a pussy completely devoid of any external flesh. Her inner thighs, groin, and belly were smeared with blood, the heavy smell of which hung in the air.

Beth came to several seconds later, her face contorted in anguish, gasping, looking spent, her face running with tears. She noticed Dr. James smiling as he chewed on something, and Eliza was putting something into her mouth, which was smeared with blood, as was Michelle’s and the Grand Mistresses. It occurred to Beth that they must be eating her parts. She was on the verge of blacking out again: everything seemed dark, sickly warm, uncomfortable, frightening. Dr. James and the three women treated her for shock, covering Beth in a warm blanket and comforting her, administering fluids when they determined she was aware enough and wouldn’t choke if they gave her something to drink. In the history of the College Cutting Club, nobody had ever gone as far as Beth had in service of the erotic fantasy of destroying their own sex. And nobody ever would.

The meeting ended about 10:30 p.m. that evening—the orgy in the observation room having culminated with Simona’s getting gangbanged by every male in the room, her pussy running with cum from the 13 guys who had shot their loads into her pussy. Only a few of the shyer women didn’t put out all the way, but even they enjoyed sucking off some of the guys and having their pussies licked and sucked in return. Everyone left satisfied. Brian, the emcee, was enjoying Simona’s pussy just as Dr. James was carving out the root of Beth’s clitoris, and he came hard inside her as he watched Beth straining in pain: nobody could compare with the show she had given.

The ceremonies ended that evening with Laura—her year of service as the Grand Mistress finally over—completing the transition by handing Beth the crimson sash, which Beth—finally able to stand again despite being in tremendous pain—bravely put on, standing naked for the camera, even managing to smile, her legs weak and her pussy plainly cut to pieces and appearing as a gaping, open wound. The photos would go into the CCC’s album, showing each victim at the day of her “demise,” the photos done in sufficient detail and at regular intervals to document the whole cutting and then the healing process. Sanford and Larry also were photographed, the bandages temporarily removed to show the extent of their wounds, which were quickly dressed again.

That night, Dr. James drove Susan and Larry back to Susan’s apartment, where she assured him they would be OK and would call if they had even the slightest concern. Dr. James drove home, his mind a sea of lust, replaying in his mind everything that had transpired, especially fucking Michelle and tasting that mixture of their cum and the bloody essence from Susan’s pussy flaps, what it was like to eat the girl’s clit hood and then to eat that little bit of Beth’s flesh that had been part of her clit, the essence of the girl’s sex. He was still incredulous. He made furious love to his wife that night, fantasizing the whole time that it was Beth’s bleeding pussy he was pounding with his cock.

Eliza took Beth and Sanford home to her place: it was a terribly uncomfortable ride for her passengers, who felt every bump of the road deep in the groin. Eliza took excellent care of her friends, who stayed in one of the two guest rooms on the second floor—a beautiful room with its own bathroom and a view over the quiet back yard. Classes had ended for the summer break, and Sanford and Beth both begged off from their jobs for a week, citing family emergencies.

Over the next week and a half, the three of them lounged on Eliza’s porch most of the day, wearing loose clothing when they wore anything at all. In the evenings, Eliza joined them in the large whirlpool tub in the master bathroom and helped dress their wounds afterwards: she was fascinated and not turned off in the least by how their parts looked, and Beth and Sanford were completely at ease with their transformed bodies: they found it interesting and not shameful at all and were curious to explore what sex would be like again. Half the time Beth and Sanford would join Eliza in her room at night after the bath, and they would all be in her king-size bed together, talking, touching, kissing. Eliza loved when Beth and Sanford took turns pleasuring her: at first, Sanford watched Beth as she went down on Eliza, but then he joined in, finding great pleasure in that as well. They all felt comfortable together, and they looked forward to all the fun that was lying ahead. Sanford couldn’t wait to fuck Beth’s pussy while he ate out Eliza (she said he was very talented at that).

Beth and Sanford were both healing quickly, and after about 5 days neither one felt pain any longer: their parts were just different now, although Beth knew that she’d never again feel that wonderfully intense sensation of orgasm. Sanford was surprised how quickly the ache in his scrotum subsided: the next day that was gone. Getting hard was a different matter: for the first few days he had a lot of pain when he got hard, which was difficult not to do with the two gorgeous women around him. But after several days, that was no longer the case: playing together with the two beautiful women naked—especially in the tub—he would often get hard—harder than normal, it seemed. It felt very different—like a stretching tightness toward the front of his cock, as if it could grow further if only something weren’t holding it back—like there was a tremendous pressure at what was now the tip of his cock, which was still an angry red color and had a slightly raised mass of scar tissue around the circumference of the wound. After the fifth day, the stent had come out, which was a relief. Dr. James examined the wound and said he was coming along fine—but to wait before Beth was ready for him, which would still be a few weeks. That didn’t stop Beth and Eliza and Sanford from having a romp in the tub that night, and Sanford came for the first time after his being cut. It felt like the truncated end of his cock was going to burst, and he came hard that night, all over Beth’s and Eliza’s face, his mind flashing on when he had cum copiously into Beth’s pussy the night of the GCAs, her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeply into her, the beautiful look in her eyes; then fucking all the women in turn in the operating room, then shooting his cum all over the Grand Mistress at the moment his cock had gotten chopped in the guillotine. He didn’t want to think about eating part of Beth’s clit, or about her and Eliza’s eating his cockhead.

Apart from the on-and-off nausea Beth felt, which at first she attributed to the intense burning feeling around her pussy and to the aspirin she had taken for it, she felt surprisingly good. But at the end of the weekend following the GCAs, and growing curious about Eliza’s suggestion, she finally took the pregnancy test Eliza had brought home: positive! “When Dr. James visited you a couple of days ago, he said you were both making rapid recoveries and should be ‘good to go’ in a few weeks. I think we should celebrate—the three of us,” Eliza said, winking. “Sanford—and Beth—if you’re OK with it, maybe I could…get pregnant, too? We’d have a beautiful time here, all staying together. It’s a big house—there’s plenty of room.”

Beth looked at Sanford, her eyes saying telling him he was free to decide as he liked. “I’d be more than delighted,” Sanford said, kissing Beth—and then Eliza—passionately, eager to be fully recovered. “I’m probably the happiest man in the world.”