'Country-trunk' - an exerpt


By: PR

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[STRAIGHT] [TESTICLES]

This is an exerpt of a story I found somewhere on my travels - it is of an exeptionally cruel nature.....


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Alan's time as a man is now very short....

She reached a hand into each boot and withdrew a pair of gleaming steel

instruments. In her right hand she held a knife with a wicked looking

curved six inch blade and in her left a four pronged fork with each

prong about four inches long.

"I expect I shall win our little contest and when I make you come I

will slit your sack and pin your balls to the block while you are in

the midst of your orgasm. The agony will be quite indescribable."

She sheathed her weapons then squatted down with her cunt inches from

his face and continued to taunt him.

"Look at the pussy your unworthy cock will soon enter. Do you think you

are man enough to satisfy it? I think not! But you may keep your balls

a few minutes longer if you suck it!"

With that she reversed herself so she faced Alan's feet, then straddled

his head between her legs and pressed her crotch down onto his face.

She was on hands and knees and she worked her hips back and forth,

exhorting him to service her.His efforts displeased her and she pressed

a sharp fingernail against his distended scrotum and snarled.

"I'll take them now if you don't get serious!"

She passed the fingernail across his sack and he flinched and half

screamed into her bush. He realized she hadn't cut him yet and

commenced to serve her more satisfactorily if Viper's sudden sigh of

pleasure was any indication.

She tensed slightly and her head lolled from side to side as her

arousal heightened. She now had total command of him and gave a sharp

downward bounce of her hips as a signal to Alan to pick up the pace and

he responded accordingly. It seemed Alan was no stranger to serving

women in this way.

Bob glanced toward the audience and saw each woman now had her slave on

his knees before her, his face buried deep in her crotch. The reason

for the shape of the chair seats was now obvious. It allowed the

mistress to sit upright and watch the proceedings intently while

allowing the slave easy access to her loins. Some women grasped the

hair of their slaves tightly, pressing their faces hard into their

oozing womanhood while others held the chair arms in a white knuckled

grip as their excitement at the spectacle mounted.

Viper was taking her sweet time. She shifted herself onto her knees and

placed her anus over Alan's mouth and, from her response, it was clear

his tongue had slid home. She enjoyed the cunnilingus for a few minutes,

fondling herself as she did so and then shifted her position again so

Alan could serve her clit. She bounced to urge him on and her splendid

rippling muscles stood out in bold relief as her body became taut with

her building ardor. She bounced again, and when Alan's efforts

disappointed her she passed her nail again across his sack in warning ,

forcing his maddening dilemma upon him. He could slack and lose his

balls now or hasten her orgasm and still hasten his unpleasant fate.

Viper was now on the brink of her climax and she bounced down hard

twice in quick succession by way of demanding immediate orgasm. Alan

redouble his efforts in spite of himself and suddenly her body clenched

all the tighter, then convulsed and writhed spasmodically as an inhuman

hissing snarl of ecstasy and triumph burst from her. Several more

surges passed through her and she relished each one with animal sounds

as glistening sweat gushed from her pores making her delectable flush

sparkle. With one final deep gasp her head flopped forward between her

arms and she relaxed, breathing deeply and quivering.

For a minute or too she remained there on hands and knees, head down,

her snatch still pressed over Alan's face. Then she snapped back to the

business at hand and turned her attention to Alan's member. It was

limp, shriveled and seemed drawn inward in a self protective way. She

began fondling him artfully and took some of the slackness out of him

but only succeeded in making him half hard. With a resigned shrug as if

saying"What a girl must do for the cause!" she bent down and took him

in her mouth. Her artistry at this was no less than at other carnal

arts and soon Alan, despite his moans of mingled protest and pleasure,

grew to his full, thick ten inches.

Viper looked to the audience, winked and mockingly licked her chops,

then shifted her hips forward to align Alan's member with her sacred

tunnel. With a downward roll of her pelvis she engulfed him and he gave

a groan of mingled delight and despair.

She squatted stock still over him, enfolding the entire length of his

shaft within her. But Alan squirmed in an agony of pleasure

nonetheless. It seemed her body was so tuned and trained in the

venereal arts that her practised pussy could bestow it's own maddening

caresses upon a penis while she remained outwardly motionless.

She commenced a vertical motion, passing her sweet inner walls over his

length and kneading him with her muscled vagina the while. With casual

ease she took Alan to the brink, then backed off as he panicked and

began sobbing, thinking the cruel knife was already sweeping toward

him.

But Viper was in no hurry. This was merely a demonstration of her total

mastery of her victim and a way of letting him know that he should not

delude himself.

But Alan put up a mighty show of resistance nonetheless, clenching his

teeth and his loins, hoping to stem the flood should it seek to

overwhelm the dike. Viper toyed with him mercilessly, taking him again

and again to the edge. Despite his terror and resolve to resist his

body responded in typical male fashion and his balls began to ache

horribly at their denial of release. The blueballs added to his

convoluted torment making him long for relief while at the same time

fighting it.

Viper's leisurely pace had another motive. She wanted to build properly

toward her own satisfying climax. Her approach had been measured and

deliberate but now an urgent need was building in her as well. Sweat

ran in rivulets down her breasts and thighs and back and her breath now

came in short gasps between clenched teeth.

She took him to the razor's edge once more then relaxed and breathed

deeply as a wicked smile crossed her face. All in the room now knew the

time had come. Drawing her weapons, she let herself go and began and

sharp bouncing motion, incorporating wild pelvic gyrations while her

inner muscles ground upon the rampant phallus embedded in her. Her

previous teasings had made Alan ready to come but this took him on a

flight from reality, made him forget utterly that he was strapped to a

table and about to be unmanned. All fear vanished and he gave in to the

pleasure she lavished and the prospect of blessed relief for his aching

loins. The dike burst.

Viper let him about half of the first exquisite rush of ecstasy that

exploded in his gonads. This was vital to her cruel plan which was to

take him from the heights of celestial bliss to the depths of purest

agony in a spilt second.

In the middle of Alan's first satisfied grunt she made a deft and

wicked stroke with her knife. It slit the scrotum crosswise and the

balls popped out upon the block, twitching and pulsing as they pumped

Alan's seed. Within the same second her other hand stabbed downward

skewering both testes on the tines of the fork.

The scream rang from the walls of the chamber as reality crashed home

on Alan. It was a shriek of primal agony ripped from his soul. In

jarring counterpoint other primal sounds filled the chamber as first

Viper and then the entire assemblage of watching women gave voice to

the consuming orgasms this triumph of their kind over manhood had

unleashed in them.

Alan's screamed again and again as his loins pumped forth their plenty

deep into Vipers chasm. Each spurt of what should have been satisfying

delight was now a spurt of searing, throbbing pain. Bob could see the

pierced balls still contracting and the still connected sperm ducts

that led into Alan's tortured body writhing as the cum was pumped

through them. There was a final twitch and Alan's screams subsided into

sobs as the sounds of the women faded into moans of satisfaction.

Viper stood up with her legs spread wide and outstretched her arms,

throwing her head back with a wide grin of victory on her face. White

gouts of semen dripped from her bush and a thick wad slithered down the

inside of one thigh. The audience broke into wild applause and she

bowed low. Then she turned around to face Alan and looked down on him

as he lay there with his balls still pinned cruelly to the block and

still wired to his body by the quivering cords of flesh.

"I can cut them off all the way and make it stop hurting," she said.

"Please take them!" he begged.

"First you must clean up the filthy mess you made!" she hissed.

She lowered her crotch over his face and made him lick the semen from

her bush and thighs and took her time to see he got every speck. Then

she turned and with a quick knife stroke severed the cords. Alan

relaxed in relief as his traitorous balls were mercifully disconnected.

Viper stepped down from the table and walked over to her slave and took

up his leash. She began to mingle with the audience, receiving many a

compliment for what seemed to be a routinely great performance.

A jailer stepped up on the table with a needle and thread and stitched

up Alan's scrotum. The incision was surgically neat, thanks to Viper's

skill, and would heal nicely.

She pulled the fork from the block with the severed testes still

impaled on it and took it over to a small fireplace in the wall near

the door. A small charcoal fire burned there beneath a grate. She set

the testicles to roast over the fire, the fork still through them.

The women now turned back to the beverage cart and champagne corks

began popping. A closet door was opened and whips, paddles and some

strap-on dildos were brought out. Quite an orgy developed as the wine

took hold and the women became horny and mean. The slaves were

cheerfully and cruelly abused. Whip cracks and cries of pain or

pleasure as the case might be filled the chamber. The judge and the

mayor both sported strap-ons and double up on one poor slave who they

had on his hands and knees. The mayor knelt behind him buried her mock

member to the hilt in his behind as the judge forced hers deep down his

throat, burying his nose on her bush. Both women ravaged him until they

came violently.



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