Jenny Goes South

“You do what in church?” Exclaimed Jenny.

“We handles snakes, rattlers, cophar heds, you know, just like it says in the Bible.” Was Vickie’s response.

“Vickie, that is a metaphor, not a test you are supposed to pass.”

“Meta what?”

“Sort of like an old saying, a comparison. Has anyone been bitten”

“Yeah, since me and Max have been agoing there have been ten people bitten.”

“I am almost afraid to ask, has anyone died?”

“Yeah, two didn’t have the faith, and they went to Jesus.”

“I am really going to have to talk to Roger about attending the service with you and Max, he may have other plans.”

“Okay.”

Jenny had been in the south for six months and she was still learning the ropes. Actually, she and her husband Roger were living in what is more popularly known as hillbilly country, near the Cumberland Gap. Roger had gotten an unbelievable offer to spend a year or two in this area accounting and auditing a string of clothing manufacturing shops, so south they had moved. Jenny would be happy working in any garden shop. They had rented a double wide in a development. It was pretty neat actually. They kept their home in the Mid Hudson, since they would be going back eventually.

Jenny had been able to get a job in a garden center, it seems there are four times as many of these in this area as there were in New York. She had been immediately adopted by her next door neighbor Vickie, actually Max and Vickie. They were a childless couple a year or two older. Vickie tookJenny under her wing and showing her all the good buys, and auctions in the areas, places were you could buy out of date food and unheard of brands for next to nothing. Jenny tried to refuse these offerings as well as she could, but would occasionally succumb to Vickie’s blandishments to save money.

Jenny missed her fouled mouth friend Judy, and their closeness. She and Roger had even began to have a sex life of sorts. This sex life would not be endorsed by any mental health organization but it suited them. It had been two years now since Jenny had castrated Roger. He had almost seemed relieved. She had her clit removed by a woman in Philly a year before, in an episode that came close to an epiphany. So far she had racked up three sets of balls, and one clit. Getting back to the sex life, it was not orgastic, but rather comforting closeness. Jenny still didn’t have all that much of an interest, but this activity she and Roger came up with affirmed their fondness for one another. They would lie naked side by side, Roger would lick her slick grove, and she would nurse his limp penis. He would get a little stiff and shot a clear fluid into her mouth, she would then share this with him. This sharing she had learned from the woman in Philly.

Jenny is not a sadist, sexual psychopath nor is she on a power trip. Actually, where she exists it is quiet, peaceful, and free of stress. She thinks of herself in terms of tree husbandry: Clip some sprouts here (a pair of testicles), clip a bud there (clits) and remove a branch there (penis) and you have a whole new creation to admire. Damn she hadn’t done a branch yet. Roger’s branch would have to stay, at least for a while, she was getting a great deal of comfort from their pseudo love making.

One evening it had happened. Vickie and Max had come over for dinner. Jenny’s cooking was exotic to them, full of spices as it was. After dinner, while enjoying a cup of coffee Max had broached the subject of their all going to the Wednesday Church service with them. Roger, much to Jenny horror agreed, allowing how attending church never hurt anyone.

After they had left Jenny asked Roger: You do know they are snake handlers and even here this is illegal.”

“Oh mi gosh.”

“Well they are such dear sweet people, we will go and make the best of it. But if you

get the call to grab a snake, I am going to knock you out with a hymnal.”

So Wednesday came and they went to the service. It was in an old Church in a back valley, well off the main highway. Roger and Jenny watched with the horrified fascination one gets at a carnival sideshow, as one member of the congregation after another got up and held rattlesnakes and copperheads as testament to their faith. Vickie and Max didn’t get the call much to the relief of Jenny and Roger and no one was bitten. The minister seemed mean spirited, narrow minded, and just plain stupid.

Jenny was deeply moved by what she saw that evening. In part she was offended and in part intrigued. These people were searching for something, and in their own clumsy way they were sincere.

Finally one evening while having coffee with Vickie and Max in their doublewide she felt she was ready to bring the subject up, and knew the thing that was needed was pinching, pruning and branch removal.

“Max, Vickie, you have been wonderful to Roger and I since we moved in to this area, and I appreciate all of the help you have given me. Now, forgive me, I am nothing but a rude crude Yankee, but it is my belief that your minister is a false prophet. He claims to know the mind of God, and doesn’t realize that he is not the potter but the potters clay.”

“What ever do you mean?”

“He is going by one tiny part sentence of a very long book. Who would if his son asked for bread, give him a stone. He is giving you a stone.”

“How can you be so sure of yourself.”

“I am not, but I have been in the room when a young man made his decision to lead the proper life, he had parts that offended him, he prayed and they were removed. Roger and I both had offending parts and they have been removed. I may be able to help you find the truth path to happiness, it is ever so peaceful here.”

They were both quiet for a moment then Vickie asked: “What do we do, who do we see where do we go?”

“I will be your guide, tomorrow evening, Wednesday we will meet her in your home, and you will be tested.” With that Jenny got up quickly and left.

Perhaps at this point you are thinking our Jenny has gone round the bend, perhaps she has, after all castrating you husband was never shown on Leave it to Beaver.

The next evening at 8 PM there was a knock on Vickie and Max door. They admitted a Jenny who was loaded down with paraphernalia, two new video cameras and a satchel with her goodies in it. She explained that she would make a tape for them to prove their conversion and went about setting up the equipment in the bedroom. This would not be as professional as the work of the woman in Philly but it would have to suffice. She had driven to Knoxville to rent the two low light stedi-cams, which were going to set the grocery budget back a week or two.

It took until nine pm to get things ready. She came into the living room asked them both to join her in their own bedroom. Jenny then instructed them to disrobe and lie on the bed naked side by side. To begin the proceedings on the bedroom TV she showed them the tape of the castration of Johnny Feldon in Philly a year before. Surprisingly they understood the metaphor of the apples and avidly watched the film as it turned from religion to pornography then Jenny popped into the frame and cut the poor kids balls off. They were aroused, they had been mesmerized.

“Max, Vickie you see the boy knew his apples were rotten and would spoil the barrel. When he realized the problem he asked that it be corrected. I too had a problem and it was corrected.” Jenny threw open the wrap around she was wearing and exposed her clitless cunt to them.

“Now I shall test you both.” First going to Max, she grabbed his nuts and massaged them, loosening them and getting them into the bottom of the sack. “These are no longer of use to you, they are infertile and they are causing you to follow false prophets. I saw you at the service, you were excited, you wanted someone to be bitten by the snakes.” She banded him with the elastrator. She reloaded another band moved to Vickie. “Vickie you too were excited, you have wicked thoughts don’t you.” Jenny leaned into Vickie’s cunt and licked her. Vickie jumped as if struck by lightning. “We must remove the cause of your impure thoughts.” Jenny pulled the clit out from Vickie’s cunt painfully far and banded it as she had done Max’s balls.

“Now the real test, this will tell us all what should stay and what should go.” She gave Max the first blow-job of his life, he thought Jenny was going to suck his eye balls right out of his head and out the end of his dick. Max and Vickie had a perfunctory unimaginative sex life, the blow job put Max in into a different time zone. In about a minute flat he was shooting his load into Jenny’s mouth. Jenny continued to suck until she was sure she had drained his tank. She got up from his crotch went to Max and kissed him, dumping the whole load of cum in his mouth. She kept the lip lock solid until she was sure Max had swallowed himself. Jenny then put her mouth next to Max’s ear and began to whisper and she stroke his now cold balls. “Max, you see the problem, you get excited in church. You want to see someone bitten by those terrible snakes, you get a thrilled by the thought, isn’t that right?”

“Yes”

“Max, these are the problem.” Jenny squeezed his balls so hard he grunted. “What should I do Max.”

“I don’t know.”

“You saw that young man in the tape, he knew what to do didn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“He knew his apples were bad, and they needed to be pruned, because he wanted to be good. Do you want to be good Max.”

“Yes”

“Then tell me what to do?”

“I can’t, Vickie help me.”

“Max, this seems right to me honey, I feel something.”

One more time Jenny asked in a low sweet voice as she breathed in Max’s ear: “Max dear tell me what to do.”

“Cut them off”

“Louder Max so everyone can hear of your change?”

“CUT THEM OFF…’

Jenny all business sat up quickly, keeping her grip on Max’s balls she sliced them off with a practiced stroke.

“Now Vickie it is your turn to be tested.” Said Jenny as she mounted Vickie’s face and kneeled on her chest. Jenny parted the lips of her sex and said: “See Vickie, I have been tested too. Smell me.”

Vickie began to sniff.

“Now Vickie, taste me stick you tongue in my cunt and fuck me with your tongue, that is what you have wanted to do since we met isn’t IT. You have dreamed of putting your mouth in my sex, and of me putting my mouth on your sex haven’t you.”

“NOOOOOOOO.”

“LIAR.” Jenny sat down on Vickie’s face, Vickie did as she was told and began to eat Jenny with a unholy enthusiasm.

“Vickie.” Jenny whispered: “you have failed haven’t you?”

No response. Jenny lifted up, but Vickie pulled her back. Jenny hadn’t counted on this. “What should I do Max?”

Poor Max was having a little pain of his own, and the shock of seeing his wife chowing down on Jenny’s snatch was causing him some distress. It took a moment for him to form the words. “Do what you must do.”

So Jenny did, she reached down with her branch cutters slide them into Vickie’s cunt, and cut out the clit that it contained. Vickie stopped eating.

Jenny got up reached into her bag and withdrew a catheter, all greased and ready to go. She grabbed Max’s prick and shoved the tubing in. Surprisingly he still had and erection.

“Max Vickie do you think angels fuck in heaven?”

The couple was having some serious pain about this time and didn’t quite know how to respond.

“MAX-VICKIE TO YOU THINK ANGELS FUCK IN HEAVEN?”

“No” a very soft reply from both of them.

“Then you have no need of this do you?” Jenny yanked on Max’s cock so Vickie could see it.

“No.” Again very softly.

Jenny quickly reloaded the elastrator and banded Max’s cock close to the short and curly. Max’s cock begin to swell from the added pressure.

“What should I do?”

No answer.

“We are being watched. WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH THIS PIECE OF FLESH?”

In unison the said: “Cut it off.”

Jenny picked up the razor knife and ran it a circle around Max’s cock above the band as you would cut a potato in half.

“You are both free now, feel the lightness.”

Max was having trouble experiencing the lightness, because he was still screaming.

Over the next six months before their return to New York, Jenny castrated four more members of the congregation, did one more branch (penis) and removed two clits. She had a real bad moment when the minister of the church showed up, thinking he was there to berate her. It turned out he wanted to be tested, snakes weren’t enough for him. He failed the test and Jenny cleaned him up root and branch.

They had been home a week, they were rested and they were comforting one another and sharing themselves. They were locked in a 69 position, Roger was tenderly licking Penny, as she nursed on his member. Finally Roger got a little stiffy and shot his load into Jenny’s mouth, she got up turned around and they shared the fluid in a long French kiss. “I like New York Roger, it was fun in the south, but it is good to be home.” Then she began to whisper: “Roger soon I am going to remove your branch, it is nearly time for it to be pruned back, but I will make it so very special for you.”