Shelly

At age 12 she discovered sex, she found with her pussy available she could get little boys and some little girls to do anything. At thirteen she cut up a girl that stared the wrong way at her boy friend, and got sent up to the girls reformatory.

The female guards at the reformatory saw her potential immediately and made her into a lesbian play-thing. This didn’t bother Shelly, she got special treatment because she was very good looking and ready for sex with anyone. What killed her special privileges was when she tried to rip another inmates tits off over some minor disagreement.

Back on the street at 18 she got hooked on dope for a while, her family disowned her, and she hooked a little. Back in jail she decided drugs weren’t her thing, pain was.

At 21 free at last she went to work for a sadia-mae parlor. She looked the part of a dominatrix, tall, dark hair, and pale complexion in a skin tight black satin outfit everyone wanted her to whip their cream for them.

Most of the stuff was pretty tame, and the rules were strict: No penetration, no sodomizing customers with the whip, no breaking of skin and no dating customers. The latter is a matter of self-protection.

Everyone wanted Shelly, so she was making good bread, but was looking to the future. Who wanted to be hanging around these sweaty little sicko’s. She thought one of clients Tony a British guy was kind of neat, he kept after her to go with him on her day off and give him a proper caning.

Tony kept inviting her, and she felt there was something different about him. He was rich, expensive suits, silk underwear, obviously had facials done regularly as he looked 15 years younger than his real age of 52. So Shelly gave in and let him take her to dinner.

Shelly was floored, she felt like a cheap slut in off the rack clothes next to the people in restaurant. Not to embarrass herself she had Tony order for her. Steak Diane prepared table-side impresses most people. Shelly had never tasted anything like the food here.

The ride home was impressive also, going and coming in a stretch Lincoln, that Tony owned, the passenger compartment of which would comfortably hold a party of eight.

On the drive home Tony inquired if she would consider a drink at his place and perhaps as a reward for the dinner give him a proper canning. Shelly agreed.

The townhouse she was taken to was magnificent. She figured she would have to whip every masochist in the city 20 times to pay for this place.

Tony served her brandy by the fireplace and gave her a cane that has been used on British schoolboys since the Norman invasion in 1066. He bared his ass and leaned over the footstool.

Shelly gave him 20 hard ones with the cane, she had to stop herself from drawing blood, she knew someday she would loose it and do some real damage. Tony seemed pleased with the results as he sprouted an erection.

“Don’t let that go to waste, come here and fuck me.” Screamed Shelly as she pulled Tony by the balls and directed his erection into her cunt. ‘I’m gonna take this guy she thought.’

So it went, the next week she got a delivery with no return address, in it was an expensive evening gown and accompaniments, and a prepaid appointment to the fanciest hairdresser spa in town.

The next date one week later she was a knock out, her natural good looks and slightly cruel face made the socks of men in the room roll up and down.

After another stunning meal of veal piccatta and too much expensive wine, she got caught short on the way to Tony’s townhouse. She asked Tony to stop somewhere so she could relieve herself.

“No need to stop Shelly, I’ll take care of it for you.” Tony kneeled took down Shelly’s panties and proceeded to suck her. Shelly had been around long enough to know what this was, she cut loose with a terribly full bladder and Tony drank it all down. This was her man.

The country house was magnificent, Tony was rich, richer than Shelly could have imagined. She stopped the birth control pills and fucked him every chance she got. He had two children by a previous marriage, but at the least she figured she could touch him for a few bucks with a bastard. What she wasn’t prepared for was him asking her to marry. It took her about two nanoseconds to say yes.

Tony made the arrangements with his attorney’s for a pre nup. Shelly read it and figured out her best shot was to have a kid and have Tony die, that way she would get half of everything. She really didn’t want a husband, but with money to protect her she could do anything or anyone.

They had a quiet wedding ceremony, which was attended by his two grim faced sons’ who thought dad was off his rocker for marrying this biker looking chick. Shelly after doing some reading suggested Haiti for the honeymoon. Tony was aghast at the idea until Shelly explained Voodoo rites and living dead to him. This appealed to his masochistic streak, so he let Shelly make all the arrangements, on his credit card of course.

The flight was short, two hours; the ride from the airport to the first class hotel gave them an idea of the unbelievable poverty of the island. Finally they arrived at the hotel and with the luggage escorted to the cottage Shelly had reserved in a quiet corner of the grounds far away from everyone and everything.

In the room was a small shopping bag full of the special items Shelly had requested: a 12’x12’ 5mil plastic sheet, the name of the local corner and the amount for a bribe, several three foot lengths of rope, a small roll of muslin and a brand new straight razor. Leaning against the wall behind the door was a four foot length of 2/4.

“Welcome to your honeymoon Mrs. Tony.” Said Tony with a giggle.

“Welcome yourself Mr Tony. Lets start things right with a really proper caning of the new groom.”

“Oh god yes.”

“Now this isn’t going to be one of those show canings, this will be a real wife to husband caning to show you who the head of the household is going to be, are you up for it.”

“Oh yes.”

“Good, then spread the plastic sheet over the floor and the bed in case you have an accident.”

Tony did as he was ordered then knelt on the floor and laid his upper body on the bed. Shelly grabbed his outstretched arms and by the wrists tied them to the corners of the substantial bedstead. Then using the length of 2/4 as a leg spreader she tied Tony’s ankles to each end. Then she made a gag from the muslin and tied this over his mouth.

“All set husband, this will be a right and proper caning. I’m pregnant Tony. The doctor says I will be a little mother in 6 months or so. You’re irrelevant, expendable as it were. This is an example of how the next couple of days are going to be for you Tony, you like pain, you will get pain.”

Shelly took the straight razor and carefully cut Tony’s scrotum off leaving his balls hanging free in the air. Tony wiggled and shook and screamed into the gag, all that got him was a couple of extra cuts on his legs.

“That won’t kill you Tony, only make you wish you were dead. Bet you didn’t think you would get your nuts off this way did you? Now for that caning.”

Taking the special canes Tony had made for the honeymoon, Shelly started on his shoulder blades and beat up and down his body until he was a mass of welts and blood was oozing from the welts.

“That was a good start wasn’t it Tony dear. This next one will put you in outer space.”

She picked up a flog or small cat-o-nine-tails from Tony’s vast collection and begin to beat his hanging balls. They began to ooze blood also.

“Pain gets to great Tony let me know, I can stop it.”

Tony shook his head yes.

“You dumb fuck.” Shelly moved between his legs and castrated him. “Now you are less then useless, you’re ball-less, how can you be a proper husband without balls? You can’t can you, so you don’t need a dick do you.”

Shelly made began to make cuts lengthwise down the shaft of Tony’s penis until it was hanging in three separate pieces.

“This is a lot of fun Tony, I have wanted to do someone like this since I was twelve and now I have the chance. But I don’t want to make you suffer two much, castrating you was fun, cutting up your dick was fun, and I have always wanted to whip someone until the blood ran out them. Let me know if it is too much and I will stop the pain permanently if you know what I mean?”

Tony gave up hope at this point.

“Cat got your tongue a” With the straight razor in hand she sat on the bed and slowly cut off Tony’s left ear, he thrashed and bucked and got about halfway turned over. This exposed his chest, so Shelly cut off his left nipple.

This first night of the honeymoon lasted about 12 hours, Shelly satisfied with her nights work took a short nap, and when she awoke ordered breakfast for one to be left at the cottage door. After her morning abolitions it was back to the slave pit.

“Good morning Tony, I hope you had a restful night. My you are a mess, one ear missing, one tit gone, your cock in three pieces and castrated. Bet you didn’t plan this did you. Or one more thing the local coroner can be bribed that’s why I am being so casual about your impending death from a strange tropical disease. I’ve decided to be greedy and take all you money, so your two boys are going to die of the same disease right here in this room. But they are going to get the same treatment as you, castration, then I’ll beat the to death slowly one at a time. You’ll all join up on the other side without your dicks and balls.”

Shelly picked up the phone and called Tony’s children telling them of the father’s grave illness and they were to rush to his side.

Then Shelly went to work on Tony again first with the cane to open the welts. Then she grabbed the tatters of what had once been his cock and trimmed him flush with the pelvis.

“You’re not much of a husband now Tony, castrated, cock—less.” Feeling the urge Shelly got on to the bed and urinated on Tony’s back. The acidity of the urine increased his pain.

Shelly was tiring of this game, but still looking forward to the boys. She grabbed Tony by the hair and lifted his head from the bed: “Tony do you want to stick around and watch me castrate your sons?”

He shook his head, pleading with his eyes for her to change her mind.

“I didn’t think you would.” Shelly slashed his throat with the straight razor.

Carefully Shelly wrapped the body in the plastic, this being the tropics she had to get that crooked coroner in a hurry. She needed new plastic for the boys, and many more to come. Which would be worse for the two little rich brats, cut their balls and cocks off first then beat them to death with a cane, or cane them first then cut them and let the bleed out. So many details for a widow to worry about.