Short Cuts

There is a soft knock at the door, the woman of the house in night gown and housecoat opens the door with the chain still on and asks: “Are you she?”

“Yes, may I come in.”

The woman closes the door removes the chain and admits a blond woman of medium stature, attractive in a full figured sort of way.

“You gave your husband the pills I sent?” She asks.

“Yes I got both of them into him, told them they were for his allergies. I suppose you want to know why I am doing this.”

“No, it is enough you pay my fee, your reasons for wanting your husband castrated are your own, and there is no need to share them. Now take me to the bedroom, and we will get on with it.”

The woman leads the stranger to the bedroom.

Handing the women a mouthpiece the stranger tells her: “Put this in his mouth, he will not awaken from the medications, but he will feel pain, this will prevent him from biting his tongue.”

Aren’t you going to tie him up or something.”

“There is no need, as I said he will feel the gelding knife, but will not be able to wake up, the drugs will interrupt his short term memory, he will not remember the pain or what happened.” Pulling a strange looking instrument from her bag she continued: “This is a band castrator, used on bull calves, the instructions say up to 250lb. The device places a little rubber donut on the subject’s testicles, it cuts off blood to and from, and probably crushes the cords of the testicles, since the donut is only 3/8 of an inch in diameter.. Uncover him.”

The woman removes the blanket and sheets, her husband was naked under the covers.

“Good he is nice and relaxed, I place the little green donut here and close the handles, pull his testicles through the stretched donut, and release.” The husband jumped. “Now a second donut, so we have a cutting mark.”

“Will he bleed a lot?”

“Not a drop, there we have two donuts on, if we left him, in 10 to 20 days his testicles would fall off by themselves. But who can wait, righ.” The stranger pulls a folding knife from her bag, opens the blade and slices off the banded testicles between the two bands. The husband jumps and moans, but does not awaken. “There your husband is a gelding.”

“Wow, that was so simple.”

“Yes, no big deal right, your husband has lost his prizes, do you want these?”

“Ye, he always was after me to eat him, now I will.”

The woman loaded another band in the castrating tool. She stepped towards the woman and pushed her shoulder, the woman pushed back to keep her balance. The stranger executed a perfect hip toss, and the woman landed on her back, knocking the wind from her. The stranger sat full on the woman’s head ripped down her night gown grabbed one of her nipples and pulled it through the loop of the bander and release the little rubber donut. She then picked up the gelding knife and slice off the banded nipple. “Only a cannibal would do something like that, it is enough you mutilated your husband, feel his pain now bitch.” The strange woman, gathered her tools and left.

The woman of the house lay on the floor and cried from pain and humiliation.