Dane was what you’d call a starving artist. He had sold some pieces, even had an exhibit once, but he was still struggling and unwilling to “sell-out.” The only reason he lived in such a nice building to begin with was that his parents paid the security deposit and first three months rent. He had so far been able to keep up the rent, but at the cost of certain luxuries such as air conditioning on this hot summer day. Unfortunately he didn’t have the money this month.

So his heart skipped a beat when he heard the knock on his door. Gulping in fear he opened it. “Hello Dane,” Jane said with a coy smile. Dane hardly heard her though, so lost was he at her clothing. Her shirt was tied up with two buttons that allowed everyone to see she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her skirt was slitted so far up the sides that her lack of panties was noticeable as well. “Can I come in?”

Dane gulped and moved past the door. Jane strutted in, a slight sheen of sweat developing on her skin. Dane of course was already drenched with perspiration. Jane stared at his unfinished pieces, setting down her surprisingly large purse, and admired his talent. Then she looked around his loft and said “Tsk. No TV? No furniture except a ratty old sofa-bed? No telephone? And only a laptop with dial-up internet? Dane, you are living in the stone age over here!” She turned to look at him, biting her thumb in a sexy manner. “And of course no AC. Why don’t you be a good host and get me something to drink?”

Dane closed the door and heard a “clatch” noise. He tried to open the door but he couldn’t turn the knob. “Shit!” he exclaimed, and then looked at Jane. “I think the door is stuck.” Jane came over and tried it herself, but had no more luck than Dane did.

“Well,” said Jane “I’ll call a locksmith to get us out of this. Be a good boy and get me that drink.” Jane then took out her cell phone and hit her contacts list.

“Uh,” Dane started, “All I have is tap water and vodka.” Jane looked up at him.

“Damn! No answer at the locksmith. That lazy son of a bitch probably took the day off. Well then, I guess we’re stuck together until tomorrow.” Jane wiped her forehead free of sweat. “Wait, what that you said?” In lieu of speaking, Dane just walked her over to the kitchen and opened his refrigerator. Inside there was nothing but six handles of vodka, one of them almost empty. Jane peered into the fridge, letting the cool air brush over her face. Then she gazed quizzically at Dane.

“Whoah, hey, I’m not some alcoholic. My birthday was two weeks ago and my asshole friends thought it would be funny to give me a half-dozen handles of Smirnoff.” He leaned back onto the counter, eyeing Jane. “But like I said, it’s that or tap water.”

Jane gave him a little grin. “Well, this booze will dehydrate us faster,” she began, and then she grabbed the nearly empty bottle, twisted the cap and drained it. Then she coughed, “Damn it, I keep forgetting how strong straight vodka is. Here tiger fill this up with water.” She handed the bottle over to Dane, and then cracked open another. “Cups?” she asked.

Dane shook his head. “Sold ‘em for food money.” Jane stared at him, then shrugged and started drinking straight from the handle. She shuddered a little. Dane finished filling the bottle, and then brushed past Jane to put it back into the refrigerator. When he stood back up and turned around, he was lightly touching his body with her’s, looking into her gorgeous blue eyes. He felt a stirring in his loins as he grabbed the vodka and took a swig. Her hair was getting damp with sweat, but it just made her look more alive, more vital than before. She rested her hands on his chest, feeling his wiry firm body. “That’s inappropriate behavior for a landlady towards her tenant, Jane.” Dane liked being coy, from time to time.

Jane took back the bottle and drank. She was a fairly experienced drinker and had had a full meal before coming over to Dane’s apartment, so her tolerance was high. She hadn’t even gotten a little buzz yet, and figured she could match Dane shot for shot. “Mmmm, shut up Dane. Let’s sit on the sofa for awhile.” So they did, passing the bottle back and forth until it was empty, flirting more strongly with each passing shot.

“Christ I’m hot,” Jane exclaimed while flashing Dane a peek at her pussy under her skirt. “I know, let’s take a shower!” Without letting Dane reply, she staggered to the bathroom. Tolerance or not, the two of them had polished off a handle of hard liquor, so they were beyond the legal limit. Dane didn’t register much, but swaggered after her. He grabbed another bottle as he went.

Dane said, “Wait, we can’t, we can’t get naked together!”

Jane replied, “Shh, shh, shh, we’ll just shower in our clothes!” With that she turned on the cold water, grabbed the vodka and said, “If you want some more, get in here.” With that she stepped into the streaming shower. Jane was soaked in seconds, clothes sticking to her curves, and she started to suck on the bottle neck very graphically. Inhibitions dropped thanks to alcohol, Dane practically leaped in groin first. The water was shockingly cold, and he had a little trouble breathing. Jane looked up at him with a face that looked like a school girl. She popped the bottle neck out of her mouth and gave him a kiss. They fooled around in the shower for over two hours, teasing each other mercilessly, eventually opening the handle they brought with them. When they left, it was half empty and they could barely stand.

“Hee hee,” Jane giggled. Then she pouted, “Ooooh, it’s still too hot. And now our clothes are wet. We can’t sit on you nice couch like this!” Though he had been holding his own for the most part, by now Dane was too aroused and too drunk to do much but stare in open lust at Jane. Then Jane grabbed his face and pecked it with kisses while saying, “Dane. Dane, look at me. Dane!” Then she looked deeply into his eyes and said, “Dane. Get a pair of scissors. I want you to cut my clothes off.” This woke Dane up a little. He ran into his bedroom and grabbed some scissors. When he got back to the kitchen Jane was absentmindedly grinding against the counter.

Dane pushed her against it and heard her moan. Then he did it. Slowly, sensuously, he cut off her blouse and her skirt, leaving her beautifully naked. She pushed against him and spun around. He saw now that her pussy, which he hadn’t gotten a good look at before, was completely shaved. She looked at him, her hair only about half-dried, and pleaded, “Oh God Dane, cut up my clothes. Make it so that none of it can be worn again!” He obeyed, dropping to the floor. She grabbed the vodka and began drinking it. This time he did it quickly, grabbing each garment and cutting it to pieces that not even a master tailor could have put back together. All the while, looking only enough to not cut himself, Dane was staring at Jane. As light was pouring in from the kitchen window it bathed her in a divine radiance. She finished off the last of that bottle just as Dane completed his task. She pulled him up and nearly attacked him. She was too drunk now, she didn’t have the focus to rip his clothes, but she did forcefully pull his shirt off. Then she grabbed both the waist of his pants and his boxers and pulled downward, revealing his seven inches in full glory.

For a moment Jane could only stare at the erect cock, her eyes wide and licking her lips. Then she put her mouth around the tip, not so much a blow job as a kiss. At that, Dane’s brain shut down. He had to fuck Jane no matter how it happened.

Jane looked into his eyes and saw that there was no longer a reasoning, intelligent man behind them, there was only a dick powered by hormones. Then she smiled, lips still attached to the cock. And it wasn’t the giggling school girl smile she had been using all day, it was a malicious smile. It hadn’t all gone as she planned. Despite the artificial estrogen she had taken before coming to Dane’s, and the larger than normal meal, she was still much hornier and much drunker than she had intended to become, as a result of which she had lost her clothes. Still, everything else had gone perfectly. The gadget the locksmith had given her had sealed the door perfectly. The old man, thinking this was just some sex game, would come in the morning and fix the door. But, more importantly, Dane was here, completely enthralled.

She stood up and walked Dane over to the sofa and pushed him playfully onto it. Then she started to do an erotic dance and talk to Dane. “Oh Dane,” she started with an airy, innocent voice, “I want you so bad!” She spread her legs and pushed a finger into her pussy, and then she sucked the finger in her mouth. “But, I won’t fuck a man who’s going to leave. And I know you can’t pay your rent, Dane. I’ll have to evict you.” She rubbed her hands all over her body. Dane started to grab his cock, but she slapped his hands away. “But I have an idea, Dane.” She squatted onto him, resting so that his dick was just below her ass, and she leaned to whisper into his ear. “You wanna fuck me, right? Well, I’ll let you fuck me anytime you want, and you can live here for free. Oh, I know you want that big boy. All you have to do is let me cut your balls off. Is that ok?”

A little voice screamed no, but Dane just muttered, “Yes, oh yes fuck me!” Jane jumped up and ran to her bag. First she injected herself with flourogardanate, a compound which would temporarily suppress her intoxication. With her head suddenly cleared, she jammed a needle into Dane’s arm.

“I want to make sure that we get the right dosage of testosterone for you. I wouldn’t want my eunuch boy toy to get floppy or grow tits, now would I?” Then she pulled out a wide array of implements, and led Dane to the kitchen floor. After hogtying him, she carefully pulled a strong wire tight across his ball sack, cutting blood flow. The pain was immense, and finally started to pull him out of his drunken, horny stupor.

Then Jane pulled out a scalpel and quickly, cleanly, cut off Dane’s balls. He screamed as she did it. She screamed in insane pleasure. Dane had become a eunuch. Jane quickly stitched up the wound and put the balls and the sample into the refrigerator. Then she started to get the dizzy drunk feeling again. She lied next to Dane and whispered, “It’s ok, eunuch lover, it’s ok, now that you aren’t a man anymore. I’m going to untie you, and you will get to have your way with me, for as long as you can.”

As soon as she loosened his straps, he was on her. For several hours Dane did what he wanted, in any position. He fucked her in the pussy, he got her up the ass, he made her suck his cock, and he even forced her to eat the scraps of her clothes. But by four o’clock in the morning, he got exhausted and collapsed asleep. Jane was battered, sticky, slightly bruised and a little sick. But she smiled as the last thing she saw before also going to sleep was Dane’s wilting manhood.

Dane woke up with only vague memories of the day before and the worst hangover he had ever had. Then he heard Jane singing in the kitchen and cooking something that smelled amazing. There was an immense pain in his crotch, but he was ravenous. He stumbled into the kitchen and saw Jane cooking ass naked. Even though his cock was sore, it sprang back to life. “You’re new contract is on the counter,” Jane said without turning around. “You can read it later. Now sit on the ground so I can feed you.”

Dane slumped to the floor, feeling increased pain. Jane put whatever she was cooking onto a paper plate and got onto her knees. Then Dane saw it: Jane had cooked his testicles. Suddenly everything came flooding back. Jane picked up one of the cooked balls and held it out to him. He leaned backwards in horror. Jane got an angry look on her face and said, in a commanding tone, “Open up, eunuch!”

Dane leaned forward, unmanned and defeated, and took his ball into his mouth. Jane then popped the other one into hers and chewed diligently. Dane chewed slowly, strangely getting more aroused. Finally the naked Jane jumped onto Dane, put his hard cock into her pussy, hugged him and said, “Mmmm, you’re mine now.”