Jenny's Last

“What is this shit?” Exclaimed Judy as she mugged at the cup of tea Jenny had served her.

“Ah Judy, you are smooth, as always.” Jenny responded with a smile.

“You know you find my eschatological utterances very amusing.” Said Judy in a mock British accent.

“Wow, such erudition.”

“No, I told you before I don’t have that, I was vaccinated.”

“Well, to answer your first question, this shit is a tea Hannah from Philly sent me. It is made from valerian root, gingko, and St John’s Wort, it is very soothing and relaxing.”

“This shit smells like dirty jock straps.”

“And how would you know this?”

“Fucking A I know this, when I was in high school I blew every jock on the whole freaking football team, everyone but the waterboy, him I just jerked off.”

“Oh Judy, what am I going to do with you, you know I do love you so, foul mouth and all.”

“Hey kiddo, you don’t think my mouth is so foul when it is sucking your cunt do you?”

“Good point, and one I must consider.”

“Damn straight you better consider. How’s you tit, did it heal up okay.”

“Yes, they have both healed, her take a look. I find they are even more sensitive now, then when the nipples were in place. How about yours, how does Don like his little lop sided wife?”

“He thinks it is neat, he kisses it just like he used to, and your right it is more sensitive now then it was before.”

“By the way does Don know about your hobby in high school?”

“What high school, I still suck him off, and an occasional stranger. I did the pizza delivery boy last month. He didn’t have change for a fifty, so I made a trade. Now I can get extra anchovies any time I want, free.”

“I’ll bet, does Don know?”

“Nah, but every once in a while he comes home late from work, smelling and acting real fishy. His story is he stopped at Mario’s for a plate of cold shrimp. As if I couldn’t tell the difference between shrimp and cunt. Even if I hadn’t gone down on you, I still would know the smell from when I used to frig myself and smell my finger afterwards.”

“Well Judy, maybe it is time you consider having him pruned back a bit, that would stop the two legged shrimp eating.”

“Oh nooooooo, not again, no tape, no whispering. Don keeps his dick, I like his dick right where it is. I like to suck it, I like to get on it and ride, I like to put my ankles up by my ears and have him pound the piss right out me. If he goes soft I’ll give him enough testosterone to make a fucking horse horney, I’ll put Viagra in his oatmeal if I have too. One last time DON’S COCK STAYS, you got his balls and my tit, stay away from his cock.”

“Okay, but I need something to trade, you know tit for tat. I am getting the urge to prune a man. I want to castrate a man, preferably a young man, say eighteen or nineteen years old, I want to prune his balls just as he is ejaculating. It is such a thrill to redirect someone’s growth in this manner, just like a little tree, pinch here, snip there, pretty soon you have something new and different. This has been building for some time now and I think I can find a willing subject for my skills in Manhattan.”

“Damn Jenny isn’t cutting your little trees and plants enough. Where are you going to find somebody crazy enough to let you de-ball them?”

“It will be a trade Judy, he will get to cut something off, then I will get to cut something off. I unfortunately am out of things to trade, no tits, and no clit, no one wants fingers or toes. I will make you an offer you can’t refuse, I will promise never to bring up the subject of Don’s cock or its removal ever again after today, but in return I want to trade your tit for some boy’s gonads.”

“You promise to leave Don’s cock out of it?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you get all the fun, its my tit, if this stranger is going to cut off my tit, why can’t I cut his balls off, share share that’s fair.”

“Your right Judy, this time you do the pruning. Now let me show you what I bought us. We are going to go get our man in style.”

“Watcha got?”

“First I have a slave chain for Roger. It goes from his nose to both ears, and then to his nipples. Your putting Viagra in Don’s oatmeal, I’m putting estrogen in Roger’s. He is developing the cutest little tits. His hair is getting thicker, and his beard almost nonexistent.

“Isn’t he going to object, that is what five holes in his body, so he can wear that thing.”

“He might, but I have already done his nose and ears, so all there is left to do is his nipples and he will be already to go. I’ve been using Rohypnol on him, that’s the date rape drug. Not enough to knock him out, just enough to make him very, very pliable, he will do anything, and most of the time doesn’t remember.”

“Where did you get that shit from?”

“Hannah in Philly told me about it and got me a good supply. She says it is much better than the horse tranquilizer she was using, and it is very easy to get on line.”

“Fucking a man.”

“For us I got these, one sided chains, they go nose, eyebrow ear. And for me these.” Jenny showed Judy a pair of heavy stainless steel pins with clasp and a small frame.

“What are those.”

“They are lip spreaders.”

You gonna put those in your mouth.”

“No silly, the other lips down here, your going to pierce me today and install them so they piercing can heal. They hold my sex open so every one can see my smooth V without a clitoris.”

“Wheres mine?”

“Well, I did get an extra set, just in case you were interested.”

“Damn straight, your not gonna get all decked out like some freaking chrome girl from outa space without me.”

“Okay, I have some topical xylocaine, and we’ll use ice cubes, and we will do each other today.”

“Fucking far out. But, are you gonna cream your jeans the way you did when I cut your last tit off. Man I thought I could cum, you had a fucking earthquake. They picked you up on the Semismowhatayoucallit at the college. Hey Jenny, has it occurred to you that you might not be wired up right? I love you an all, and you’re my best friend, but whacking off tits, clits and balls, does seem a little far out there.”

“No Judy, there is tree husbandry, where you snip, you clip, some times remove a branch, and you have a whole new tree, perhaps not a duplicate of what would grow naturally, but rather a representation thereof. I am just applying the same principles to men and women. Now let me show you the really great clothes I have for us to wear.”

“Man oh man, the guys at the sadie-mae store must loooove you.”

Jenny then showed Judy four black spandex form fitting suits.

“Man those fucking things don’t have any crotch, and the tits are just going hang out in the breeze.”

“Yes Judy, where we are going in Manhattan these outfits will probably be tame. We’ll all fit right in. These will be our trolling outfits.”

“I don’t want be a wet blanket, but how are you gong to convince Roger and Don to wear those outfits in public.”

“Well we will drive there in raincoats or top coats, so we won’t be in public. The club where we are going is private, I have wangled us an invitation, it still costs $200 per head, perhaps a poor choice of words. I’m paying, my treat, you bring your tit, we’ll have Roger as the androgynous one, and everyone will be fascinated by Don’s ball-less dick standing out in front of him.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, how you gonna talk the boys into wearing that drag?”

“We will all meet here say at five or six on a Saturday night, I will fix them a drink, after the drug has time to work if we tell them to chase mice or bark at the moon they will gladly do it for us.”

“Fucking a man, Jenny you got this all worked.”

“Yes I do, not lets go to work.” Jenny applied the topical xylocaine to Judy’s areas to be pierced, they waited a couple of minutes then with the aide of a couple of ice cubes pierced all the locations top and bottom. Judy felt no pain, some pressure. Jenny used studs in the holes covered with antibiotics so they would heal without infection. The lip spreaders were only for special occasions.

“Judy before you start on my openings, at night when you and Don go to bed do this to his cock.” Jenny made a mock scissors motion with her index and social finger. “And say snip, snip.”

“Jenny, fuck you, you told me you wouldn’t talk about Don’s cock again.” Was Judy’s exasperated reply?

“Actually, I said after today and I will keep my word. On the other hand you maybe come fascinated by the idea of removing his cock or maybe he will. Enough I will never bring the subject up again. Now, do me.”

Jenny refused the xylocaine, and the ice cube, preferring to endure the pain, or maybe enjoy would be a better word. On the eyebrow and nose she shed some tears. When Judy started on the labia lips, the muscles in Jenny’s legs began to quiver, and she started to breath very hard through the nose.

“Hey Jenny you okay? Oh shit, you just pissed in my hand for criss sake, no oh no your cuming aren’t you. You are one sick chick Jenny, there goes the seismomo fucking whatchamacallit again.”

“Judy dear friend, PUT THE FUCKING SUDS IN MY CUNT, I’AM AMOST THERE.”

Okay, okay, okay, one punctured cunt coming up.”

It took about six weeks for all the wholes to heal and loose their uncomfortable sensitiveness. Oh a Friday afternoon Jenny called Judy with the date.

“Judy tomorrows the big day be here between five and six tomorrow.”

“Got some bad news, Don has a really bad cold, I don’t think we can make it.”

“You bring him over here with you, I fix him a little drink and he will get plenty of rest, you, I and Roger will go. We don’t really need Don in this scheme, since he has nothing to trade.”

“Sounds great, will do. How are you?”

“Fine, but upset with Roger’s boss at the accounting firm. You know he is gay don’t you.”

“Big deal, so what.”

“I think he is using Roger at work.”

“Jenny let me see if I have got this straight, you have cut your husbands balls off, whacked his dick, you’re feeding him enough estrogen so he could be one of the Village People, and you keep him ripped on date rape drug so you can puncture his whole body, and you are concerned that this guy is maybe pushing in his shit, is that about it?”

“Well said Judy, and you might be right. But my concern is not that he maybe using Roger, it is the he is a careless reckless man. He brags about his recklessness, and after all of the modifications I have done to get Roger into his current fascinating shape, I don’t want to loose him to AIDS. So, I have decided if this is confirmed I am going to put the young man on my ‘to do list’ for future pruning.”

“Do you mean as to do, to do, to do.”

“Yes, Judy nice and smoother, after I am through he will have to use his mouth and asshole if he wants sex, is that plain enough for you.”

“You know Jen your going to wind up down at Westchester Detention Center for Women as the bitch of some 300lb biker gal.”

“No Judy, that’s the beauty of Rohypnol, in sufficient quantity it causes short term memory loss.”

“Man, Jenny you are a real fucking piece of work. See you tomorrow.”

At five thirty PM Don and Judy showed up at Jenny’s house. Don and Roger were still in the dark about what was going on all the girls had told them was a party in Manhattan.

“Jeese Jenny I am really sorry, but this cold has me down.” Said Don.

“Don’t worry Don, you can just stay here and rest. Here I have a drink for you this is sort of a special drink you will really love this.” Jenny handed done a highball glass full of Bailey’s. “This will cure your cold and it is the latest thing, now hold this in your mouth for as long as you can, then I will give you something to wash it done with.”

Don was game and held the double shot for as long as he could, absorbing the sweetness of the liquor, finally he shook his head that he couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Here you go Don wash that down with this.” Jenny handed him a glass half full of a thick green liquid.

Don gulped it down, his face screwed up, he started to heave, but was able to keep the gorge down. “What the fuck was that Jenny?”

“That was unsweetened lime juice.” Replied Jenny.

“What the fuck kind of drink is that.”

“Well Don it is the latest thing it’s called the Blow Jobs Revenge.” Jenny started laughing, Judy peed her pants this unexpected practical joke of Jenny’s had her laughting so hard, she had to go to the bathroom to clean up.

When Judy came back in to the living room Don his face still red was sitting on the couch. “Judy say good night to Don, he is going to sleep for about the next 18 hours. That drink had a little spike in it.” They put Don’s feet up on the couch and covered him with a blanket, and headed to the car.

“We will put on our outfits and chains at the club they have a room there for that. Besides I don’t think you can drive with those lip spreaders in place.”

“Jenny we got to get a better named for those things, lip spreader doesn’t make it. How about saddles, like let’s saddle up.”

“Hey Judy, that’s a great idea, we’ll go to Manhattan and saddle up.” Off they went.

The club was a 2003 version of the old Plato’s Retreat, its cliental were just into whips and chains. Like the aforementioned they had no liquor license, but did put out a buffet. Strictly BYOB. Jenny had an un-cracked bottle of red wine, thinking that with all the festivities being a little high might not be advisable.

They arrived at about nine PM, as usual down in the village they had to hunt for a parking space. So it was nine thirty by the time they got to the club. Jenny showed the doorman their invitation, they were admitted, and were immediately approached by a young girl acting as cashier. She insisted on $800 even though Don wasn’t present, reasoning that they had a space reserved for him. Jenny muttered to herself but forked over the cash.

They were then directed to the dressing room. Jenny and Judy got into their costumes, affixed their respective saddles and chains. Jenny gave Roger a little pill to take. Then Judy went to work applying makeup to Jenny. This was something that Jenny never bothered with. The results were startling. Jenny is a sturdy woman 5’8” 140 lbs, in good physical condition. Dressed in the spandex, with her sex spread for all to see, with the chain on her face, and full make up she was stunning.

“Jenny you look just like the Warrior Princess, all you need is fucking sword.” Said Judy as she stepped back to admire her work, and of all things Jenny blushed.

They had no problem getting Roger into his drag, he was in the chase mice and bark at the moon zone.

Jenny led them out of the dressing room into the Fellinesque scene of the club. It was still early and things were just beginning to get going. Jenny headed for the woman who seemed to be in charge, to sort of place a want ad, as it were.

“Mistress, I am Jenny and these are my consorts. We have items to trade, pieces of flesh that we give up in exchange for male pieces of flesh. We will be seated over the should there happen to be a young man who has such and interest, we would appreciate your directing him to us.”

“I would be happy to direct any such individual to you, an emollient of say $100 would be appreciated.” Was the mistress’s reply.

Jenny muttered to herself again, but slipped the mistress the c note.

In case you are wondering, the girls had rubbed themselves down with extra virgin olive oil to prevent chapping under their saddles.

As they headed towards their table a voice said to them: “That is so cool. If you let me kiss them I’ll let you whip my cream. That is you whip me and I’ll cream.”

Roger paid no attention, Judy and Jenny turned to the source of the voice, and just about fainted. The voice was attached to a tiny girl, barely five foot tall. Obviously Italian and nothing short of stunningly beautiful. Pixie haircut of raven black hair framed an angelic face of cream complexion, with large brown eyes and a ruby red mouth. On her the nose ring and earring looked perfect. She was wearing a leather corset, that left her breast and pubic area exposed. High heeled leather boots and a riding crop completed the outfit. The corset had uplifts that accentuated her breasts, which were large, with black nipples and over seized areolas. Her bush was full, but neatly trimmed, and a tiny little clitoris played peek-a-boo with the girls. Jenny and Judy had the same reaction that every male and female in the club had, gay and straight everyone wanted to bury their face in that beautiful little bush.

“Hi I’m Angelina, can I join you?”

It took Judy and Jenny a little while to recover but finally they got out a choked Yes.

They spent the next half hour getting acquainted. Angelina was from Queens, she was twenty-two, and wanted to be a slave to someone like Jenny, she was flat out 100% sadie mae lesbian. She had thought when she approached that Roger was also a girl. Jenny explained in detail how she had altered Roger and the reasons therefore. Jenny then let Angelina in on what they were doing, at the club, Angelina asked it she could watch.

It took a while, four hours but along about one am a young blond hair man approached their table and asked to join them.

“Hi I’m Ian from London. Understand you’re looking to make a trade.” By the clubs standards he was dressed rather conservatively, jodhpurs, brown leather riding boots, and a white sea island cotton shirt, and of course a riding crop.

“Yes we do want to trade Ian, this is Judy, that’s Roger, and I am Jenny” Jenny had forgotten Angelina.

“Yes, and that’s Angelina over there, the resident lesbo.” Replied Ian, Angelina, just grinned. “So what have you to trade?”

Jenny pointed to Judy’s one remaining nipple: “The person we choose gets to cut that off. As you see I have none, or you can have one of his.” Pointing to Roger, who just continued to grin.

“What do I have to give up?”

“Ian, dear as they say in Britain lets see your package, then we will talk.”

Ian unbuttoned his trousers, no underwear, and pulled out his cock and balls. The balls were unremarkable, the cock was another matter entirely.

“Wow” Exclaimed Judy, “what do you do with that thing, clean out drains.”

“Yes, love, I do, does your drain need cleaning.”

“No thanks Ian, I want to be able to walk this year.”

“So what’s the trade.”

“The trade is this Ian” said Jenny, “you get the sadie mae dream of cutting off a girls tit, and we get out dream of cutting off these.” Jenny reached into his lap and gave his balls a squeeze. Then she leaned over and started whispering his ear: “Ian we will make it so good for you, you cut off the tit, then you can fuck us anyway you want, and when you are cuming these will go.” Jenny squeezed his balls again.

“You birds are crackers, but I always fancied getting cut, where to.”

“My place, it is about an hour and half from here. Lets go.”

“Hey Jenny, I don’t want to be a party pooper” whined Judy, “but I’m getting awfully tired”

“Don’t worry Judy, here take one of these, you will be the life of the party afterwards.”

Replied Jenny as she passed out pills to Angelina, Ian, and Judy, and one for herself.

“Jeese, your getting to be little Miss Feelgood, what am I taking?” Asked Judy, Ian and Angelina had taken their pills with out comment.

“Those are the old diet pills, amphetamines, with those you will party hardy for the next two days.”

The drive to Dutchess County only took one hour and fifteen minutes, no traffic. Jenny pulled into the driveway of her home, and welcomed everyone inside the large raised ranch. First they put Roger to bed, and walked a somnambulant Don in beside him. Then Jenny served them all a glass of red wine.

“Lets begin, here is the trade, Ian you get to cut Judy’s nipple off, you then get to fuck either of us anyway you want, when you cum though Judy’s is going to use these” holding up the branch cutters, “and remove your balls. Your mature, so a hard-on won’t be a problem and think of all the girls you’ll get once you are perfectly safe. Now I am going to band Judy’s nipple, then your balls, so they will get numb.” Jenny picked up the elastrator and with a fine tube banded Judy’s nipple. “All right Ian clothes off, no secrets here.” Once Ian was naked Jenny proceeded to band him, he struggled a bit, so it wasn’t as tight as she would have wanted, but it would have to do.

“Judy are you ready?” asked Jenny.

“Yes, as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Okay Ian, here it is.” Jenny handed Ian a razor knife. When smiling he was quite handsome, but his face contorted into something evil. He grabbed Judy’s nipple with his left thumb and forefinger pulled it toward him viciously and sliced it off. Judy screamed. Angelina turned a little pale, as if she might toss her cookies, but had enough presents of mind to help Judy bandage her breast.

“Now you” snarled Ian, “face down on the coffee table, I fancy your bum for me last cum.” Jenny complied, hey a deal is a deal.

Ian was brutal, cutting off Judy’s nipple had given him the erection of a lifetime, which once Jenny was in position he rammed up her anus. Jenny screamed, she had never had anal sex before, and was totally unprepared, no lubricant, and an almost full alimentary canal gave her an unbelievable amount of pain and pressure.

“Oh don’t scream now girlie, you know you like it.” With that Ian grabbed a handful of Jenny’s hair and pulled her back to him. With the other hand he picked up the riding crop and begin to whip her buns.

It is unfortunate, but Jenny is wired wrong. The pain, the whipping, the torn anus all added up to another orgasm that was read on the seismo fucking whatumacallit at the college. She pushed back against Ian so she could get more, then she sort of passed out during the last orgasm, and just lay there.

“Okay Ian” said Judy, “You’ve got my tit, you’ve had Jenny’s asshole, and now its time to pay up.”

“I’ve kind of changed me mind there Judy, I fancy keeping me balls for a while.” Replied Ian with a wicked grin. “Now, give me those cutters so I can get this bleedin rubber band off me.”

“No, you made a deal.” Said an indignant Judy.

“Well I’m changing me mind. Me da was a backdoor man too, he used to tell me,” holding thumb and forefinger about a half inch apart, “that much and you’d a been a turd boy. Always hated the old man, now give me the fucking clippers.”

Jenny was just now coming back from Orgasm Land, and was getting the picture straight in her mind. They had made a trade, tit for tat, now Ian didn’t want to give up his tat. She became the Warrior Princess Avenger. Years of working in garden supply stores had given her exceptional strength. She turned slowly, quietly reached between Ian’s legs and grabbed his wrapped balls, she stood up and yanked. She managed to pull Ian completely off his feet by his balls, he fell face forward onto the floor stunned. It would take two surgeries later to repair the hernia that Jenny caused by this move. Not letting go of the scrotum in her hand she turned and sat down hard on Ian’s lower back. “Angelina dear, in the drawer there on the end table you’ll see a hypo be sweet and hand it to me. Judy would you like to do the honors to our guest?

“With pleasure, Jenny dear.” Judy reached down with the branch cutters and snipped off Ian’s nuts just below Jenny’s hand. Ian liked to buck Jenny off, but she held her seat. Angelina handed the hypo to Jenny who jabbed the contents in to Ian’s left buttock. “Horse tranquilizer.” Said Jenny, by way of explanation.

Judy danced around the room saying: “I did it I did it I did it, I got my first man.”

“That was sooooo cool” said Angelina as she grabbed Judy pushed her onto the couch and buried her face in Judy’s crotch.

“Oh shit, I’m cuming, oh shit” Judy grabbed Angelina by the head to bring her in closer.

Jenny got up off Ian, he wasn’t going to move for a day or two, and went over to Angelina who was making love to Judy’s pussy. “Oh Angelina you are so sweet.”

Jenny ran her hand down the Angelina’s ass, played with the little round brown for a minute, then her fingers wandered down to the cunt, where she fingered the clit. In the back of her mind was the thought “Maybe I can talk her out of this. Oh hell no, not her, I want her whole.” With that Jenny got down on her back, slid between Angelina’s legs, and pulled the beautiful little clit down to her mouth and being to nurse.

“I know what you want” said Angelina as she peed into Jenny’s mouth.

They kept the men sleeping all day. Jenny got a got dose of Rohypnol down Ian, to kind of blank out his memory. That night the three girls loaded Ian, in the Judy’s van and drove him over to Newburgh, where they left him at the corner of 9W and Broadway, naked and ball-less.

EPILOG:

Judy and Don are still married. Judy did the scissor thing, Don never got the hint, so he still has his cock.. She still rides him, sucks him and lets him pound the piss right out of her. He still comes home acting and smelling fishy once in a while. When he does Judy will order a pizza for herself with extra anchovies, this has been known to cause fist- fights down at the pizza parlor for the privilege of delivering the pizza without change for a $50 bill.

Roger unfortunately failed his blood test. He had been donating blood for years, lab work came back that he was rejected, and not to bother coming back. Jenny sent him to the local doctor, and the results were the same, he was HIV positive. He stopped taking the estrogen, and refused the Rohypnol, he had known about this all along. He read everything he could find on HIV, AIDS and the treatment AZT. The whole thing sickened him. He checked his life insurance policies to make sure they were all incontestable, piled them on top of his desk and left Jenny a neat accountant style set of instructions. It was a Sunday, Jenny and Angelina were working in the garden. He went out kissed Jenny and said: “Jenny you were right, I wasn’t much of man, and you aren’t much of a woman. But, I know in your own way, and in my own way we love one another, and I know all the things you did to me you did because you loved me, and though they would be good for me. It’s Sunday, and I think I will take a bike ride.” He left.

“What was that all about?” Asked Angelina.

“Be damned if I know.” Replied a puzzled Jenny.

Roger rode his bike over to Beacon, and left it at the 7-ll there on 9D. He walked to the center of the Newburgh-Beacon Bridge. Removed all his clothes and jumped. His body was recovered eight days later off Battery Park. The tox scan came back negative for drugs, the loss of genitalia was put down to blue fish. Like the good accountant he was, Roger had taped his drivers license to his chest.

After the funeral Jenny invited Roger’s old boss over for a memorial at the house. She drugged him and with Angelina’s help slowly and painfully castrated and removed his penis over a three-day period. Him they dumped in Manhattan down on canal street, coked to the eyeballs with Rohypnol.

Judy comes over once in a while and they drink ‘dirty jock strap tea” and then have what she calls a ‘ménage a twat’. No one can resist Angelina’s pussy.

Jenny and Angelina are lovers, actually master and slave. Angelina is the master, and Jenny is the slave. They were at the flea market, Angelina picked up an old wooden ping-pong paddle for a quarter. Jenny who is real handy with tools drilled several holes in the face to cut down wind resistance.

Their lovemaking will never get the Good Housekeeping seal. When Jenny is bad, Angelina punishes her with the ping-pong paddle by beating her ass until Jenny cums. Then Angelina lets Jenny nurse on those wonderful nipples, until Jenny stops crying. Angelina will then push Jenny down to her crotch where Jenny nurses on her clit. The little angel Angelina waits and waits then pees in Jenny’s mouth.

With the life insurance money, Jenny is opening a garden shop. It will be called: ‘Clip, Snip and Prune’.

Jenny is so glad she didn’t clip Angelina. Her thought now is to try and make a trade, she will submit to a thrashing with a whip, until she bleeds in exchange for a set of balls. She heard about a club up in Boston where……………………