Gilly, Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The night following my introduction to Gilly, and Janis' extremely arousing story about how Gilly had come to be a valuable member of the club, I was literally too exhausted to have sex with Brad. As we lay in bed, and he tried to get me to tell him one of our fantasies, I angrily told him to just jack off and leave me alone. As I slipped into dreamland, I could feel the bed rocking as he pumped his prick, and I was too sleepy to even care.

The dreams I had that night were some of the most vivid I can recall ever having. Every one was centered on Gilly, as you can imagine. I used her in every way imaginable to cut off Brad's cock and balls, sometimes peeling the skin from his sac and placing his nuts one at a time through the hole, sometimes removing just his cock and leaving his balls to torment him with their incessant demands for sex, and sometimes pulling his genitals so far through the hole that Gilly would remove the skin far down on his legs and up his abdomen.

My favorite by far, though, was one where Gilly removed his dick one small piece at a time. Before I had ordered him to push his penis through the hole, I had twisted wire around it every half inch from his body to the head of his cock. I first ordered him to place just the head of his dick through the hole, then released the blade. As soon as the blade had been reset, I made him put the next 1/2" of the shaft through, then let Gilly cut it off. That continued until there was nothing left to remove, and he was smooth as a woman.

I woke up shortly after that dream was finished, and saw that Brad was still asleep. It was a Thursday, and he would need to leave for work in a couple of hours. My arousal from the dream was such that I simply didn't care anything at all about his schedule. I needed to cum right then, and he was going to help me.

I had told him several weeks before that he was to sleep in the nude from then on, just in case I needed quick access to his cock and balls. He was lying on his side, so I moved up behind him and molded my body to his, then reached around him and began fondling his cock. It was already semi-erect, as it seemed to be nearly all the time it wasn't fully erect. The movie, and our games since that time, kept him in an almost constant state of stimulation when he was around me.

As I stroked his penis, it quickly hardened to its full length, and he stretched and sighed. I took his balls in my hand and began to squeeze them harder and harder, bringing him fully awake. At the same time, I whispered in his ear, "It's time for you to lose your cock. I'm going to cut it off this morning. I have a knife in my pussy, and as soon as you stick your little dickie in me, I'm going to squeeze my cunt muscles and make the knife cut off your cock."

That was an entirely new fantasy for him, and he was quickly aroused by the thought of being neutered while fucking me. I rolled to my back and spread my legs, and he immediately mounted me. My pussy was wet from the dreams, and he found easy entry. As he stroked, I told him that the knife blade was moving closer and closer to the base of his cock, and as soon as he climaxed, I'd squeeze as hard as I could and his little thing would be severed. I told him that I'd keep his cock in me so I could use it whenever I wanted, since he'd have no more use for it.

I could feel his cock head expand quickly, as it always did just before he started to spurt. That was enough to start my own orgasm, and as I fantasized about his penis being removed in 1/2" pieces, I peaked. We both said afterwards that it was a good fucking, he thinking so because of the new fantasy, and me because of my dream of Gilly.

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It took Brad almost five weeks to remember that I had never related to him the dream I'd claimed to have the night we first watched the movie. We were lying in bed after watching the "good part" one more time, with me riding his cock and making up my own dialogue as the tape played. He had climaxed as usual when I described how I was cutting off his cock and balls, then holding them up for everyone in the crowd to see.

As we lay snuggling, with his dick still semi-erect, he said, "You know, I was thinking today about the morning after the first time we watched the movie. I told you about the hot dream I'd had during the night, and you said that you'd had one too. When I asked you to tell me about it, you said you'd do it later. How about telling me now what you dreamed about?"

I decided that he was ready to hear my "dream", and maybe it'd take him to the next level of acceptance. He already was immediately aroused by anything dealing with castration and penis removal, and seemed to accept the idea of me removing his things. His acceptance at that point was always a "future" thing, and I wanted him to come to the point where he wanted it done sooner rather than later.

"In my dream, I was a member of a women's club. All of us were constantly wanting sex and talking about sex, even to the point that we would have sex with one another at our weekly meetings. It was a rule at the club that as soon as one of the members walked through the front door, she had to remove all her clothes and hang them in a closet there. The other members, who were already naked, would gather around her and kiss her and play with her breasts and vagina."

"On the particular night I dreamed about, one of the women had brought her husband to the club to have him completely nullified. There was nothing at all strange about such a thing, in my dream at least. I had the feeling that it had been done several times before, and that a procedure for doing it had been established sometime in the past."

"All the other members, including me, had arrived first and stripped. We formed a semi-circle around the front door and waited to act as a 'welcoming committee' for the woman and the 'guest of honor' she was bringing."

"When the pair walked through the door, the man's eyes almost popped out of his head as he saw a group of naked women standing there in front of him. His wife ordered him to strip, and then undressed herself. By the time they were both nude, his penis was standing at attention. I could see that all his pubic hair had been shaved, and suddenly 'knew' that was one of the club requirements. Apparently all the husbands knew that when they were ready to be neutered, all they had to do was shave their crotches and meet their wife at the front door of their house, after which he'd fall to his knees and beg her to cut off his useless cock and balls. She'd then make the arrangements to bring him to one of our meetings, and his cock and balls would be cut off."

"We formed a circle around them, and started kissing and fondling them. As we played with his cock, we told him how proud we were of him for coming here to have his tiny little things cut off. We told him that his worthless little dickie was much too small to ever please a woman, and that he should be glad that his wife had consented to remove it for him."

"We led him to a room in the back of the club, and told him to lie down on the floor in the center of the room. There were metal rings fastened to the floor, at the corners of an 8' imaginary square, and each ring had a length of rope tied to it. As soon as he was in position on his back in the center of the square, his arms and legs were spread toward the rings. We then used the ropes to tie his wrists and ankles so he was held spreadeagle."

"As he watched seven naked women securing him to the floor with his legs spread wide open, seeing our tits, cunts, and assholes as we tied him down, his dick grew even more. Soon there was pre-cum dripping from the hole in his cock head, and the thing was jerking back and forth with his arousal."

"His wife then used a piece of wire to tie off his penis, and to keep him from cumming before we were through with him. She wrapped it twice around the base of his cock, placing it as close as possible to his body. As soon as that was done, we all lined up, with his wife being last in line."

"I was first in line, and seemed to know exactly what to do. I guess that makes sense, since it was my dream, after all. I walked up to him and stood straddling his body, letting him look at my widespread crotch. I then lowered myself to his cock, and took it all inside me. Because it was almost as small as yours, it didn't do much for me, although it did seem to get him even more excited."

"After I'd ridden his little thing for a couple of minutes, I lifted up and moved forward. I turned around so that I was facing his crotch, then settled my pussy onto his mouth and my asshole over his nose. The second woman in line then lowered her cunt to his dick and began riding it. We both leaned forward and kissed, and also fondled the other's tits. I was already pretty turned on by the thought of what was to be done to him in a little while, and the attentions I was receiving from my friend soon made me orgasm."

"When I was able to stand, the second woman took my place on the man's face, and the third woman in line rode his cock. The line kept moving forward like that, until finally his wife's turn arrived. She rode his little dick and brought the other woman to orgasm, then took her own place on her husband's face, but unlike the others, she sat facing forward. As he tongued her, the rest of us gathered around and fondled and kissed her while he watched. She climaxed in short order, then stood up."

"As soon as his mouth was uncovered, the poor, pitiful little man started begging to be allowed to cum. His whining was really irritating to all of us, but it seemed to make me more angry than the others. I stood between his legs, getting madder and madder at him. Finally I drew back my leg and kicked him as hard as I could in his balls. I told him that if he didn't shut up, I'd do it again even harder, and then the rest of my friends would get in line behind me and do the same thing. He finally stopped begging, and just groaned and whimpered."

"His wife then asked him if he really wanted to cum, and he started to beg again, then looked at me standing there, and just said, 'Yes.' She told him that his being allowed to cum depended upon how well he behaved himself. She told him that her friends here hadn't allowed him to see them naked, then to fuck and suck them, to just hear him whine like a little baby. When she asked him if he could conduct himself more like a man, he just said quietly, 'Yes'. She looked up at us and said, 'Okay. I think he's ready to act like a man now'."

"We untied him and helped him to his feet. His monstrously erect cock was bobbing up and down, flipping his little bit of pre-cum and all the juices of the women who had been riding it. It was a dark purple by then, since it had been tied off for almost an hour."

"His wife led him to a different part of the room, saying that it was time for him to show us just how much of a man he really was. She stopped in front of an odd-looking thing that was a couple of feet wide and was fastened to the floor and the ceiling. There was a large metal blade close to the ceiling, and it was being held there by a rope. In my dream, it seemed perfectly normal to have such a thing in the club, and I knew that it was called a 'guillotine'."

Brad was already excited by what I had told him of my "dream", but I could see a look of confusion on his face at that point. He asked, "Isn't that one of those things that French people use to cut off people's heads?" When I nodded, he continued, "I don't understand that part. Was his wife going to cut off her husband's head?" I told him to be patient, and in a few minutes he'd know.

"Like I said, the blade of the guillotine was held at the top of the framework by a rope. When the rope was released, the blade would fall, being guided by grooves in the edges of the two pieces that were fastened to the floor and ceiling."

"There was a metal plate mounted between the outer rails, and probably 3' off the floor. It was maybe a foot from top to bottom, and was fastened to the rails so that the blade would just barely clear it when it fell. There was a hole in the middle of the metal plate about this big." I held my fingers in a ring, showing a diameter of about three inches.

I placed my fingers around the base of his cock and balls, then removed them and again held them in the ring shape. I asked, "Now do you know what the thing was for?"

As understanding dawned on his face, his eyes glazed over and his breathing became ragged. I saw that his dick was harder that it'd been in a long time, and as happened when he was really turned on, it was jerking around and dripping pre-cum. I knew that he was hot as a firecracker, and that he was closer than ever to meeting Gilly.

I continued, "His wife led him around behind the machine, then knelt in front of him. I handed her a piece of small rope with a slipknot in one end. She placed the loop over his cock, and then around his balls, tightening the knot as much as she could. She then fed the free end of the rope through the hole in the metal plate, and I took it in my hand and pulled the slack out of it."

"She then said to him, 'Now's your chance to prove how much of a man you really are. Put your puny little pee-pee and your worthless nuts through the hole. Do it now!' I watched in fascination as he took his cock in his hand and guided it towards the hole. As soon as the head entered the metal plate, he stepped forward until his balls were at the back of the hole. He struggled to get his nuts through, but finally they were sticking out the front."

"His wife then pulled his hands behind his back and fastened a pair of handcuffs to his wrists. She then walked around to the front of the guillotine and took the release rope in her hands. At a nod from her, the rest of us began to pull on the rope as hard as we could, stretching his cock and balls through the hole as far as possible. She urged us on, saying thing like, 'Pull as hard as you can! His worthless little things are so small I can barely see them! Get as much through there as you can! I don't wan't him to have even a stub left!"

"Finally we had stretched him as far as we could. She looked directly into his eyes, and asked, 'What do you want me to do?' He was almost delirious with his excitement by then, and could barely speak. Finally he was able to say, 'Please cut it off. Pull the rope. Please.' "

"She said, 'Well, if that's really what you want lover. Here goes.' She jerked the rope and the blade began to fall. I was standing closest to the guillotine, pulling on the rope as hard as I could. The blade seemed to fall in slow motion, getting closer and closer to his waiting cock and balls. Finally it reached his dick and sliced through the flesh connecting it to his body. With no hesitation, it sped through his ball sac and continued toward the stop block on the floor."

"His severed things literally flew from the hole due to the force with which we were pulling on the rope. I watched as they jumped toward me, then arced to the floor. That's when I woke up. And that's why I was do damned horny that I nearly raped you."

Brad was nearly unconscious with the force of his arousal. His hips were bucking wildly and the strings of pre-cum were flying around as it bubbled from his hole. I could hear him moaning and groaning, and knew that he would soon cum on his own if I didn't take charge.

I asked, "Do you want to cum now, lover?"

He stared at me with his glazed eyes, and finally gasped out, "Please!"

"First you have to promise me something. I want you to promise that some day you'll shave your crotch and meet me at the door, then beg me to take you to the club and neuter you. Do you promise?"

Again he gasped for breath, and was finally able to say, "Yes! I promise! Please!"

I wasn't quite through with him yet. After all, it had taken some creative thinking to come up with the "dream" that I'd just told him about, and I didn't want to waste this opportunity. I made my final demand, "I don't mean just someday in the faraway future. You surely know how much I want to castrate you and cut off your cock. I don't want to have to wait forever to do it. Promise me that you'll tell me to do it before much longer."

He was so far gone by that time that I'm not sure that he even understood what I was saying, but that didn't matter one bit to me. What mattered was that I was going to make him promise that he would beg me to neuter him before much more time had passed. If I could get him to do that now, then actually getting him to do it at another time would be far easier.

He finally forced out the words, "Yes! I promise! Please let me cum."

I knew it was time for him to get his reward for good behavior, so I straddled his wildly waving cock and guided it into my cunt. Before the head had even fully entered, he began to cum, and he yelled out with the release of passion. I pressed downward until his shaft was in as far as possible, and let his cock spend itself deep inside me.

I had intended to hold back on my own orgasm, having in mind that this would be a good time to give him some additional training. I was sure that he would be so hot after hearing my made-up dream that he'd be aroused even after climaxing. That proved to be the case. His dick was still rock hard and he was thrusting it in and out of me with vigorous hip movements.

I said, "You came too soon again. A real man would have waited for his wife to come first. I'm going to make you give me an orgasm with your tongue, since your worthless little wee-wee obviously can't do it." I raised up off his cock and moved forward, stopping after my crotch was positioned over his mouth. He no longer had the glazed look in his eyes, and I knew that he had cooled off just enough to know what I was asking of him. He looked at my pussy, now just inches from his eyes, and I knew that he was seeing the gobbets and strings of cum that he'd deposited there just moments before.

I lowered my cunt to his mouth and began to press it tightly against his lips. "Eat me now! Lick it, damn you! I need to cum too! Do it!" He hesitated for several moments, and then I felt his tongue take a tentative lick at my cum-soaked slit. He obviously decided that it wasn't so bad after all, because he then took a few more licks.

Soon he was licking away with almost as much enthusiasm as he normally showed when eating my unfucked pussy. When I guessed that he'd licked up and swallowed all the jism in my slit, I moved forward slightly and placed the hole over his mouth. "Now suck!", I ordered. "Get every last drop of your useless cum out of me! I don't want it in there! Suck it out!"

The combination of his extreme arousal and his being ordered to service me in this manner soon overcame any inhibitions he still had. I felt his mouth close on my cunt, and then could feel him sucking. When his mouth filled, he swallowed several times to make room for the next load. He continued to suck and swallow, and suddenly I could feel my own climax beginning. As it rolled over me in wave after wave, I could see him standing behind Gilly, his cock and balls being pulled through the hole, and the blade descending toward them. As they were severed from his body, I fell forward almost unconscious.

I don't know how long I remained in that position, but it was surely several minutes. As I came back to reality, I realized that Brad was still suckling from my cunt, even though all traces of his jism were long gone by then.

I wanted more than anything to just lie down beside him and fall asleep, but I knew that it was very important that his lessons be reinforced with another climax. I sat up again, this time turning around so that I was facing his crotch. I felt his nose settle into my backside, and could hear him breathing deeply as he inhaled the aroma there, while still licking and sucking my pussy.

I took his engorged cock in my hand and began stroking it. Soon he was humping and thrusting as he fucked my hand, and I knew he was close to having his second orgasm of the morning. I began to speak in a low voice, saying, "That's right. Eat your wife's pussy to make her cum. Your worthless little pee-pee is no good to her, and soon she's going to cut if off you. Before much longer, the only way you'll be able to make her cum is with your tongue."

"You want her to cut off your cock and balls. You want to shave your crotch, then meet her at the door and beg her to take you to the club. You want the other women to sit on your cock and your mouth, and let you watch while they make each other cum."

"You want your wife to lead you to the guillotine. You want her to order you to stick your useless cock and balls through the hole. You want to beg her to pull the rope so you can watch the blade falling. You want to feel it cut through your worthless little things, and then watch them fall to the floor."

He began to spurt about the time I said the word "guillotine", and kept humping and thrusting even after his balls were empty. Finally, I released his cock and lay down beside him.

I rolled him on to his side, then molded my body in behind his. I reached over his midsection and took his shrinking cock in my hand, cradling it there. After nuzzling his ear, I whispered, "Did you like my dream, sweetie?"

He took several moments before answering, finally saying, "I simply can't describe how much I loved it. I've never in my life heard anything even half that exciting. I wish you'd told it to me a long time ago."

I replied, "I knew you'd like it. I've been thinking about it almost every day since that morning after we first watched the movie. I can't count the number of times I've masturbated while thinking about it. Every time I think of pulling the rope, and watching the blade fall, I climax."

As I talked to him, I felt his cock stirring again, but was sure that it couldn't possibly achieve erection for several more hours. I whispered again into his ear, "Thank you for promising to let me cut it off. Whenever I think about doing that to you, my pussy gets sopping wet. You're the best husband ever. You did mean it, didn't you?"

He again hesitated before answering, then said, "Yes. I meant it. I've thought about almost nothing else for the past five weeks. I want you to do it. I promise that before much longer, I'll meet you at the front door with my crotch shaved smooth as a baby's bottom."

I simply can't describe the thrill I felt at hearing those words. It was one thing for him to make promises when he was desperate to cum, but quite another for him to say such a thing when he was no longer in the throes of passion. As I slowly drifted into deep sleep, still holding his cock, I pretended I was holding Gilly's rope. The last thing I remembered was hoping that I didn't pull the damned thing off trying to release the blade while deep in my dream.

Continued in Chapter 6