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I fucked her, hard, just slamming my cock deep into her pussy, driving it into her again and again and again. I was a nineteen year old Marine, and she was more than twice my age. But I didn't care. Even though she was old enough to be my mother, my cock was hard, very hard, and all I cared about at that moment was emptying my balls and shooting my wad. It didn't take long. After a few short moments of fucking, I tossed my head back and grunted, feeling the pulsations rack my body as I emptied my jism into the rubber and tried to fill her hole. As I was squirting out my load I lay there, sweating as I pumped it out, feeling her hot twat swallowing my rod. I cared nothing about her, nothing at all, and instead just pushed my cock into her, humping her between her legs and enjoying my own satisfaction as I ejaculated into the condom. I had never fucked a whore before, never, and yet when my girlfriend dumped me just before the rotation it pissed me off so much that all I wanted was just a hole. I was in the use em and lose em mode, and I certainly wasn't looking for another girl to date. The whore was perfect, for what I needed, or so I remember thinking at the time. I didn't know her name, or care, but I knew where to find her and that had gone as I had figured it would. When you are on deployment there are always whores to buy, and all enlisted soldiers know where they can be found, especially the Marines. The sergeants had warned us to stay away from them, but when you are young and horny you don't always listen. This shitty hell hole of a country had its share of whores, and they were cheap enough and were certainly willing. Private Traston was with me, in a way, just down the hall and doing his own whore. He had wanted a virgin, but had settled for a slut, a woman with lots of makup and a well used body to match. He was young too, eighteen to be exact, and I knew he was four doors down and fucking up a storm. As for me, I had always fantasized about fucking a dominating woman, letting her be in control before I put her in her place. So, with a weekend pass and a paycheck to spend, Traston and I had decided to get our rocks off and fulfill our fantasies at the same time. I wanted a dominatrix, a woman in leather who would take charge and work me over before I fucked her good. It was a stupid fantasy, but one I had jacked off to since I was thirteen or fourteen, and so there I was and if I was going to rent a whore it seemed I might as well rent one I wanted. At nineteen my body was chiseled to perfection, with every single muscle solid. I was as lean and trim as I had ever been, strong and powerful, and I was proud of my perfect body and afraid of nothing on earth. My stomach was laced with horizontal lines, and my short hair accentuated my youth. I was pretty much smooth of body hair too, except for a thick patch of pubic hair above my cock, and some hair on my legs that made it clear I was a man. My blue eyes had always attracted women, and I was clean shaven, in accordance with the regulations. Of course, truth be known, I was just reaching the point where I needed to shave every other day. I couldnt have grown a beard if I wanted to. Traston and I were pretty drunk by the time we got up the nerve to make our purchases, and now I realized that my woman had looked a whole lot better before I fucked her than after it was done. The hotel room rental was by the hour, and it was as sleazy a place as I'd ever been in. There was a mirror in the ceiling, and lots of adult toys on the table by the couch, including an assortment of paddles and whips and cuffs, and even a coil of rope for bondage games if that was your thing. There were even hooks on the ceiling and a hand cranked winch on the wall for God knows what, and it was obvious the room could accommodate the sexual fantasies for just about anyone, no matter how weird. As for my whore herself, she had played the dominatrix role at first just like I wanted her to. I liked her in leather and it started as a game. She told me to lick her boots and she cracked a riding crop across my ass, and she had reminded me of my drill instructor in basic training. She called me names, and had given me orders. But soon enough I had grown tired of the game and yet she didn't turn away from that role. Finally, I decided I had played the game long enough and so I turned the table then, and had stripped off her halter and removed her skirt so fast I had caught her completely off guard. She had stopped ordering me around then, when I had taken control, but she hadn't been happy and she hadn't liked it when I spread her legs apart and pushed myself between them. No, she hadn't liked that at all, and she liked it even less when I rammed my prick into her hole. Now, finished with my fuck, I pulled off the rubber and looked at her with a look of disgust. She still had the leather boots on, which was how I had fucked her, but other than that she was naked and when I looked at her after I had shot my wad I could plainly see she was ugly as sin. Of course, after I had ejaculated I felt guilty as hell, and looking at her in the light just added to my feeling of humiliation for what I had done. God...I had literally fucked a slut! I called the bitch a name then, probably because I was angry at myself, and when I did she shouted back with remarks about my self serving dick, and she told me I was the worst client she had seen in years. That of course pissed me off even more. I grabbed my uniform shirt, and threw it on, although I didn't button up the front of it. Then, as I was reaching for my issue underwear I saw her purse. On a whim, I opened it, and I started rifling through it looking for the money I had paid. I know, it was stupid, but I just suddenly didn't feel she was worth the seventy-five bucks, and besides, I was done with her now and I didn't plan to see her again. I never planned to lower myself or ever do anything like this again, and at the time I remember thinking I just hoped to God the rubber had worked cause I sure as shit didn't want the clap or worse and hoped like hell she hadn't given me something. All I wanted right then was to get my money back and to get the hell out of there. She was just a whore and now that I was done with her I didn't feel anything for her at all. She yelled at me when I went through her purse, and came after me. I stiff-armed her though, and shoved her hard, back on the bed, then turned and rifled her purse again and this time I found my money in her wallet. As I was counting it she hit me, hard, from behind, and I dropped her purse and the wallet and it hit the floor, the contents spilling everywhere. I spun around and hit her, square, nailed her in the jaw and she fell back on the bed stunned. She had tears in her eyes, but I couldn't have cared less. Like I said, she was just a whore and I certainly wasnt afraid of her. I turned away from her and bent over then, reaching down to pick up my money where it had landed on the floor. My legs were spread slightly, and I was still nude from the waist down. I have a big set of balls, and they were hanging down between my legs, spent and satisfied, hanging loose the way they do when the room is hot and you've just had a fuck. Anyway, as I reached for my money I saw movement from behind, and turned my head just in time to see her foot coming up, hard and fast, nailing me square between the legs and right into my balls with a power and speed that I could hardly believe. She kicked me so hard my balls were slammed into my body, and I crumpled like a rag doll when it happened. I had never felt anything like it before, never, and the wind left me and I rolled into a ball. My eyes were wide, and I was gasping, the pain so intense I cannot even begin a description. I was holding my balls, holding them, cradling them in my hands. I almost vomited. She was on me in an instant. Angry and defiant, she clawed at me. Of course, I was pissed as hell then, and I turned to defend myself and struck out at her with my fist. She staggered back, holding her face, and I was so angry it can't be described. Her right eye was swelling shut, and she looked even worse than before. I forced myself up, getting to my knees, and I was really fucking mad and started to go after her. I was a Marine for God's sake, and as a Marine I sure as shit wasnt gonna let some fucking whore attack me. Anyway, as I said, I turned toward her, to do what I don't really know, but just as I started to reach for her I saw that she was holding something in her hand. I just got a glimse of it, and as I did and was trying to figure out what it was she shoved it hard right into my flat stomach. It felt like an explosion, as the high voltage stun gun unloaded more than 300,000 volts of electricity into my body. I spasmed, and buckled, as every nerve in my body just started firing randomly. It was as if I had been run over by a freight train, and I crumpled. I fell backward, my body convulsing as if I was having a seizure, and before I knew what was happening I was flat on my back and totally stunned. I looked up at her with my eyes wide open, and she was coming at me again. I tried to throw my hands up to protect myself, but they wouldn't work and there wasnt anything I could do. I literally watched her shove that damn shock unit into me again, this time right into my throat, like she was stabbing me with it. My head hit the floor, hard, and the lights went out. I seemed to be floating, like a ghost in the clouds, and I lost touch with reality for a brief period of time. Slowly I became aware of things, and yet even when I tried to blink nothing was in focus and I really couldn't move. Slowly, very slowly I started to come around, and when I did I realized that my hands were cuffed together and there was a rope tied to the cuffs that went over a hook in the ceiling. I was half aware of it, only half aware, as I couldn't seem to coordinate my movements. She was turning that crank on the wall and hoisting me up, my hands over my head and tied to the rope. God! What the fuck? I was literally being lifted upward, toward the ceiling. I tried to move, but I was still really stunned, and so my movements were anything but coordinated. She kept turning that crank, and it lifted me upward, until only the balls of my feet were on the floor. I was still naked from the waist down, and I tried to yell at her, my voice coming back, but it was raspy as hell and there wasn't any volume to it. I called out though, and said "HEY....listen here bitch. I swear...." But she interrupted me then, and she looked at me and said "SHUT THE FUCK UP." I started to finish what I was saying anyway but almost before I opened my mouth she came at me, and then she said "I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP" and as she said those words she shoved that electric shocker right into me again, this time right into my groin, holding it there as it fired. I grunted, the feeling then like it was the end of the world, and my body convulsed, and I shook from the hook and my knees gave way. She held it at least thirty seconds, and I thought I was dying. I pissed on the floor....even as it was shooting into me, and I felt the electricity going right up my cock as it followed the urine stream that was coming out my bladder. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I screamed from the pain that my world had become. There I was, hanging then by the rope, swinging, with stabs of pain shooting up from my cock and balls as it felt like they were being electrocuted. I was totally helpless. Finally she pulled the shock unit away from my groin, and I shook and a spasm rippled through my body. I had literally pissed the floor, and had emptied my bladder without control. She was one mad woman. She was angry, really angry, and I was shaking my head at that point to clear my vision, desperate to get back my senses. That's when I saw her go over to the dresser where I had tossed my pants, and before I knew it she had my knife out of its sheath. OH GOD THIS COULDN'T BE HAPPENING! She didn't hesitate once she had my knife. She came around in front of me and then she grabbed my soft cock and pulled out on it, laying the knife at its base. As I stared at her, and my prick in her hand, the knife held at the base of my cock and everything in the balance, she said "DECIDE...QUICK! DICK OR BALLS?" "WHAT'S IT GONNA BE MARINE? YOU BETTER MAKE A DECISION, AND FAST, OTHERWISE I'M GONNA TAKE EM BOTH!" I stared at her in total shock, my arms over my head and nothing I could do. All I could say was "PLEASE....PLEASE DON'T!" My voice wasn't working, not right anyway, but still oh God I begged her anyway with all that I had! I couldn't be unmanned! NO! I could hardly believe what was happening, but it was, almost in slow motion it seemed. There I was, hanging, hanging with my arms cuffed together and roped to the ceiling, the whore with my knife and my manhood in the balance. Even with my voice shot I tried to beg her, not that it did any good. I babbled like a little boy, scared shitless. She started to pump by dick, jerking my rod with her practiced right hand, still holding the knife to the base of my shaft with her left. I stared at her, and even with my fear and in spite of the shock treatment it started to get hard. Then she said: "WELLLL????? Do you want me to take your dick? Is the big strong Marine ready to be dickless?" I shook my head, my eyes open with fear. My voice cracked, a pubescent crack like I was a fifteen year old, and then I screamed out "NO! "NOOOOOOOOOO! PLEASE--NO!!!!" God I started begging then, babbling out my fear and begging like a little boy: "PLEASE....DON'T TAKE MY DICK!" I was so scared you wouldn't think I would have gotten hard, but I did. My prick seemed to have a mind of its own, uncaring even about the knife that was there. She pumped me faster, and I felt the feeling and knew if she kept it going I was going to shoot. She seemed to sense it too, and stroked me faster twisting it as she pumped it, rubbing the tip of it with her thumb as she worked my rod. She was good, and knew exactly how to bring off a man. But just before she did, just before I shot out another load of sperm, she let go of it then, and it bobbed up and down, stiff and hard and with the end purple and eager. There was a bead of cum on the tip, and it glistened in the light of the room. There was also a thin line of clear semen that seemed to be drooling out the tip, hanging off of my prick, and that might have been left over from my last fuck or it might have been the beginning of another wad. I had no way to know, but it was there, none-the-less. When she dropped my dick and pulled the knife off of it I gasped in relief, but then, before I could say anything else, she grabbed my balls, pulling down on my scrotum and giving it a twist as she did so. Then she had my big sac of balls in her hand, squeezing them, holding them like ripe plums waiting to be taken. Just as she did that she pulled my knife up under them, so that the edge of the blade was under my sac, resting there, my nuts literally resting on the razor sharp edge of my government issue knife. OH GOD SHE WAS GOING TO TAKE MY BALLS! My heart was pounding! I looked down, and just as I did she said almost in a whisper: "Well, OK then. You can keep your worthless Marine prick. But take a good look at it Marine. Your fucking cock is dripping its so hard. Try and remember it that way, cause it's the last time you'll see it stiff and eager. You messed with the wrong woman, and you will pay me now. With your balls." I started to say something, to offer her more money, but never got it out. Just as she said the word "balls" she made a pull with my knife, lifting it upward, hard, and jerking it right through the flesh of my manhood in a single, quick slice. My eyes went wide as she castrated me, and my voice left me and all I could do then was scream instead. One instant I was a man, a lean trim fucking machine, with a hard cock that was ready to cum, and the next I was a neutered nutless nothing. I screamed as she took my big scrotum, slicing it completely off with a single stroke of my own knife. I looked down in disbelief and it was in her hand in that single instant and it was done. I had been castrated! My severed balls looked big in her tiny hand, and seem to quiver in my sack, almost as if they were alive, the two twin orbs pulsating as they were separated from me. The strange thing was that I ejaculated when she stole my balls. I don't know why really, or how, but my prick shot out another load of cream, and it came out in ropes, spurt spurt spurt and I grunted from the feeling. It was almost as if my dick was trying to fertilize something, anything, desperate perhaps to shoot a wad while it still was able to do so. My prick spurted for about twenty seconds, and I stared at it and watched my last wad of jism and it came out my prick from God-knows-where. She and I watched it as I wasted me seed trying to fertilize the dirty carpet. When it was over she laughed. Then she said "Nice wad marine...yeah, that was a nice wad!" Then, without another word she reached to my neck through my open shirt and just jerked off my dog tags for a souvenir. Then she just grabbed her clothes and threw them on. I stared, the look of shock on my face, the feeling of disbelief really of what had been done to me. After my castration, my spent prick just collapsed, my boner disappearing almost in an instant. There was blood, running down my legs, but not as much as you would think there would be. It only took her a couple of minutes to get dressed, putting back on her leather outfit. Then, she looked at my cock and grinned, and when I looked down it was hanging like a limp strand of spaghetti, a worthless noodle and destined to stay that way. She saw me staring, at my limp cock and her eyes sparkled. I looked up at her, with a questioned look, and she looked at my dog tags, and then she said "Sorry about your dog tags, but I wanted to know whose balls I had taken." Just before she left the room, I asked her, the burning question I had to know. "Hey....who.....who the hell are you?" She looked at me, and said "Oh...me? You already know. You said it even. I'm just a whore." [Authors note: © Copyright April, 2005. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. Feedback always appreciated. [email protected]] |