MOVIE STARS

Chapter 1

I suppose you need some sort of explanation of why I chose that particular title, so here goes.  I don't really think of my husband and me in that way, but I guess if the truth were known, we actually are.  It's just that the movie we were in isn't the kind that you tell your friends and relatives all about, then urge them to go to the nearest theater so they can watch it.  Not that many theaters would carry that sort of movie in the first place, but you get the idea. 

In case you haven't guessed by now, the type of movie I'm talking about is usually called "triple X."  However, the one we starred in, if it had any rating at all, would be more like "fifty X."  By that I mean its subject matter is just about as extreme as anyone could imagine.  At least, that's true in our case, since we'd never heard of such things, let alone imagined we'd ever be in one of them.

The night of our fifth wedding anniversary is when it all happened, and even though that was more than a year ago, it's still just as fresh in my memory as it was the next day.  Of course, I have to admit that I look at the movie on our VCR several times a week, usually while my husband's at work.  He probably wouldn't be interested anyway, since anything to do with sex doesn't interest him anymore.  Too bad for him, I guess.  It always makes me hot as all get out to watch it, and usually leads to my calling one of my lovers to come visit, or if I'm really desperate, cruising bars to find a man who can give me the relief I crave.

It was "cruising bars" that got us in trouble, I suppose.  We'd decided to make our fifth something special, and decided to see just how many bars we could visit before the bartender would have to call a cab to take us home.  We've always been able to hold our drinks pretty well, and Glenn, my husband, bet we could hit at least a dozen before we'd need that ride.  I wasn't quite that confident, so my guess was ten.  As a prize for whoever won, we decided that he'd get a "real" blowjob if he won, which meant I'd have to suck him off and let him cum in my mouth.  If I won, then he would fuck me, but would have to let me sit on his face while he ate my pussy after he'd shot his load in it.  Either way, one of us was going to have a nice, hot midnight snack.  Yummy!

By 11:00 that night, we had already been to six bars, and were walking into number seven.  I know lots of people think of seven as a lucky number, and I suppose it could be from a certain point of view.  My husband probably wouldn't agree with them, though.

Bar number seven was located in the part of town that's called "the wrong side of the tracks."  It was pretty sleazy, and we didn't intend to spend any more time there than necessary to have our seventh drinks of the night.  After that, if we were still standing, we'd head for number eight.

There was a kind of floor show going on when we walked in.  Since we'd never been to that particular place before, we had no idea that it had nude dancers.  Actually, they did more than just dance, if you catch my drift.  The show consisted of one man and one woman dancing around on a tiny stage, while at the same time undressing each other.  When they were both naked the woman played with the man's cock until it got good and hard, and then she got down on her hands and knees.  He got on his knees behind her, and while she held her cheeks spread he gave her a good licking.  I don't mean a spanking either.  I mean a "licking," as in use of the tongue.

We sat close enough to the stage that we had a good view of the proceedings, and there was no doubt that the man was licking everything from top to bottom.  He seemed to be enjoying it too, based on the way his cock went from fairly hard to really hard.  After several minutes, he was sticking his tongue in her holes as deep as he could, and then sucking on them.  I could see the pre-cum glistening on the tip of his dick, and knew he wasn't just pretending to be turned on: he really was.

The show ended at that point, which was disappointing as all get out, to both of us.  I really wanted to see them screwing, but I suppose the owner of the bar was afraid to let it go that far.  When the couple stood up and waved to the crowd, there were just as many boos as cheers.  I guess lots of other people felt the same way we did, and wanted to see more.

We had finished our drinks several minutes before the end of the show, and that meant it was time to move on to the next bar.  Just then, the waitress came to our table with two more drinks on a tray.  She said that the owner had seen how much we'd enjoyed the floor show, and the drinks were on the house.  We were tipsy enough by then that it didn't bother us all that much to have our schedule messed up, so we thanked the girl and began sipping.  We could always count this second round as a new bar when it came time to decide just who would be on top when we got home.  It really wouldn't make that much difference in the long run.

When we were about halfway through the drinks, an older man came over to our table.  He introduced himself as "Stan," and said he was the owner of the bar.  We thanked him for the drinks, and he said, "No problem.  It was fun to watch you two guys, and think of how much my wife and I used to like floor shows like that.  It looked like you were really getting into it."

Although we were more than a little embarrassed, we agreed with Stan's assessment.

He then said, "You know, if you'd like to see a little bit more of the act, you could.  Those two have been married several years, and they say it makes sex lots better if somebody is watching them.  If you'd like, you could go home with them.  I've seen what they do, and believe me, it'd be worth your time.  How about it?"

As you can probably guess, if we'd been completely sober, doing such a thing would have been completely unacceptable.  Right then, though, we were about three sheets to the wind, plus were about as horny as we'd ever been.  Watching strangers fuck somehow seemed like a good idea to both of us.  I looked at Glenn, and he looked at me.  Then we both looked at Stan and nodded our heads.  He said, "Great!  I'll get it set up.  Be right back."

He disappeared behind a curtain, and we sat there finishing off our drinks.  I'm sure that somewhere deep in my fogged brain there was a slight bit of reluctance, but that was overridden by the arousal I was feeling, plus the lack of inhibitions caused by the alcohol.  Glenn must have been the same way, because he never once made a move to leave, or voiced any sort of objection.  It seems we were both victims of our libidos just as much as victims of the liquor.

I was staring into my drink, having tiny little thoughts about what we'd gotten ourselves into when Glenn nudged me.  When I looked up, he pointed at the place Stan had disappeared, and I saw the man standing there beckoning to us.  It was now or never, I guessed, but still I hesitated to stand up.  My husband solved my dilemma by getting to his feet, pulling me up, and then guiding me to the edge of the curtain, where Stan was holding it back for us.  When we walked through, I felt a sense of commitment, and just let myself go, no longer caring whether we were taking a chance or not.

Stan led us down a hallway, then into a small dressing room.  The couple was just then putting on their shoes, after getting dressed.  When they looked at us, Stan said, "Guys, this is Rita and Joe.  By the way, I guess I don't know your names, do I?"  He then waited while Glenn shook hands, telling them his name, then I did the same.

I had expected to be pretty uncomfortable, but again the alcohol smoothed the way.  When Rita hugged me, it seemed very natural to return the gesture.  She said, "God, I'm glad you guys came back here.  Maybe you didn't notice, but you're the only woman in the place tonight.  It's always better for us when it's a couple watching, so we're really, really glad you showed up."

She thanked Stan for bringing us, and then he left.  With no pause, Rita, who was very much in charge, said, "Okay, let's get going.  I'm just about as horny as I've ever been, and just the thought of you two beautiful people watching Joe and me is making me so wet I'm squishy."  She then took my elbow, guiding me towards the door, then down the hallway to the rear door of the club.  I was completely in her power by then, and just meekly let her do with me as she would.  When I looked back, I saw that Glenn was being escorted in a similar manner by Joe, and judging by the eager expression on his face, he had fewer hesitant thoughts than I did.

When we were standing outside the back door, under the dim light there, Rita said, "I think you should let us drive you guys to our place.  It looks like your hubby isn't in all that good a shape, so it'd be better if you go with us.  Joe can bring you back later to pick up your car.  Right now, we need to get home just a quick as possible.  I can't wait to get fucked while you're watching."

By the time she'd finished speaking, we were standing beside their car.  Joe opened the back door for me, and it seemed nothing other than natural to simply get in and just go with the flow.  So I did.

Glenn got in after me, and the other couple seated themselves in front.  With a cautionary, "Fasten your seat belts," from Rita, the car was put in motion, and we were committed.  What was going to happen, would happen.  To tell the truth, even the breaths of fresh air outside the club hadn't done much to cool my ardor, or lift the haze penetrating my brain, so I really didn't care.

We were driven somewhere outside of town, on unlighted roads.  I've never had much of a sense of direction, and Glenn was "too far gone" to take much notice of where we were going.  The upshot is that neither of us know where the following events took place, and if anyone else does, they're not talking.

I was sure we had left the road and entered a driveway, after which the car halted outside some sort of unlighted building.  Rita pressed a button on the dashboard, and suddenly a garage door opened in front of us.  As soon as he could, Joe drove inside, and Rita lowered the door.  The single dim light bulb in the garage didn't do much more than help us avoid all the usual clutter you can find in about any place like that, so we didn't see much.  In a few seconds, we were inside the house, and since all the curtains were pulled, neither of us ever had any clue of just where we were in regards to where we'd been.

They led us to what they called the "recreation room," and then invited us to sit on a couch in front of a big screen TV set.  Rita said, "I think we all need just one more teeny-weeny little drink to break the ice."  She turned to her husband, saying, "Sweetheart, why don't you get that bottle of white wine we've been saving.  You know, the good stuff."  He chuckled, then replied, "I know just what you mean.  Be right back," then went to a small wet bar against the far wall.

While he poured the wine, Rita stood on the opposite end of the couch from where he was.  She said, "You know, there's nothing like a good porno flick to make me really horny.  How about it, guys?  Wanta see some really good stuff?"

That sounded like a good idea to me, and apparently Glenn thought so too.  He said, "Sounds good to me.  Let's see what you have."

Joe returned with a drink in each hand just then, and gave them to us saying, "Let's see.  This is yours, Sharon.  And this is Glenn's."  I couldn't see a bit of difference in the glasses, and assumed he was just making an innocent comment.  As we sat holding our drinks, he returned to the bar for the other two glasses, then handed one to Rita.  She sat down beside me on the couch while her husband made a show of looking through a wall cabinet that held several rows of videocassettes, before finally announcing, "Here's a good one to start with.  You guys will really like this one."

He then loaded the cassette in the player, picked up the remote control, and sat at the other end of the couch, beside Glenn.  I heard the faint click that started the film, and then Rita said, "How about a toast to the four of us?  Here's to four good-lookers who like good, hot sex, and don't much care what it takes to get it."  I wasn't so far gone that I would have described us in that manner, but at the time it sounded okay.  I raised my glass, as did the three others, and we all took big sips.  I'd never had wine that tasted so good, and apparently my husband hadn't either.  We both drained our glasses, then placed them on the coffee table in front of us as the tape began to play.

MOVIE STARS

Chapter 2

I thought it odd that the movie didn't begin with a title or any sort of credits, which in my experience all movies did.  Instead, this one started with the camera focused on a door, which then opened and a naked young woman walked through, followed by a naked man of approximately her age.  Both of them were wearing small masks that covered only the upper parts of their faces, although that was certainly enough to conceal their identity from anyone who could have known them.  It took my brain several seconds to realize that she was leading the man by a leash, fastened to a collar around his neck.  As they approached, and then passed, the camera, I saw that his hands were behind his back, held there by handcuffs.

Rita said, "Oh, good choice, sweetheart."  She then casually put one arm around my shoulders before saying, "This is the first one we ever made.  That was back when we were young and innocent."  She then drew me closer to her, which didn't seem in the least unusual.  In fact, whether it was due to all the drinks we'd had, the stimulation from the floor show, or what I was seeing on the TV screen, I was definitely becoming more than a little aroused.  It didn't seem to matter at all to me that it was another woman who was hugging me.  It just felt good, and I didn't care.

My attention was then drawn back to the screen, and I saw that the couple had come to a halt in front of an odd-looking contraption that was fastened to a wall.  It looked like nothing more than two large boards, mounted in the shape of the letter "X," and with some sort of cuffs at the upper and lower ends of each board.  I'd never seen such a thing, and had no idea what it was then, but now I know it's called an "X-beam," and its purpose is to secure a man in a position that will allow all sorts of fun things to be done to him.

And that's just exactly what the woman did with the man she was leading.  He seemed to know what to do, almost as if he were being instructed.  Since there was no sound on the tape, I didn't know if that were the case or not.  Whatever, as soon as she dropped the leash and unfastened the handcuffs, he walked as close as he could get to the X-beam, then spread his arms and legs along it.  The woman fastened the cuffs around his wrists and ankles, then walked to a display board hanging on the nearby wall.  As the camera zoomed in on the board, her hand could be seen removing a vicious-looking whip from its place.  The camera then panned back to show her approaching the bound man, all the time swishing the whip through the air.

I almost jumped as Rita said, "That was our first married couple, wasn't it, honey?  Weren't their names something like Sandy and Randy?  Sounds about right, although I think she was more 'randy' than he was."  They both laughed, then quieted as the action continued on the TV.

To say I was shocked when Sandy began whipping her husband's butt would be putting it mildly.  My throat was so tight that it would have been impossible for me to speak, and as I realized I was getting more turned on by the second, I also realized Rita's hand was caressing my breast, and had been doing so for some time.  As before, I did nothing to try to stop what was going on, and the only way I can describe it is just to say that it felt "right."

As the thongs bit into the man's ass, my breathing became more rapid and ragged, and the burning sensation that had been in my chest fell lower and lower, until it was centered between my legs.  It felt so good to squeeze my legs together that I did so with all my might, even to the point of working them up and down to provide extra stimulation.

I barely understood what Rita meant when she whispered in my ear, "Let me do that for you, sweetie."  I felt her probing hand trying to work its way between my tightly-clamped legs, and it seemed so right and natural for her to be doing such a thing that I simply spread them to give her easier access.  She whispered again, "My, we're wet tonight, aren't we?  Doesn't it just make you hotter than a firecracker to see a man getting what he deserves?  I loved watching Sandy whipping him like that, and believe me, it's going to get even better."

Just then I heard a moan from beside me, and knew it was Glenn.  I turned my head slightly toward him, and saw that his legs were also wide open.  Joe's hand was duplicating Rita's actions between my own legs, and it was pretty obvious that the tent in his pants was just about as big as it had ever been.  Even that exciting sight wasn't enough to divert my attention from the movie, and I turned back to watch more of it.

Sandy stopped whipping her husband's ass just then, and after hesitating as if listening to an unseen person, dropped the whip to the floor.  She then unfastened the cuffs, and stepped back.  Randy stepped away from the wall before turning around to face the camera.  As he backed up to the X-beam, then again spread his arms and legs along it, I had eyes only for what was between his legs.

His cock was bouncing so rapidly that there was no mistaking how hot he was.  When his wife had led him into the room, he'd had a hardon, but it was nothing to compare to the one he was sporting now.  When the camera zoomed in on it, it was easy to see the pre-cum actually dripping from the slit.  I knew that the whipping his wife had given him had aroused him more than he'd ever been in his life.  When she began to re-fasten the cuffs to his wrists and ankles, I had no doubt that what was to come next would do the same for me.

As the first stroke descended on the rampant manhood he thrust forward, Rita began insinuating her hand down the front of my pants suit.  It simply never occurred to me to resist such a thing.  To the contrary, in an almost-unconscious motion, I reached to my side and unbuttoned my pants, loosening them enough that she had easy access.  When her ice-cold hand slid down my tummy, I gasped at the contact with my burning flesh.  When her equally cold fingers found my red-hot slit, I couldn't stop myself from saying, "Oh, Jesus Christ!"  I don't know that anything ever felt so good to me as her hand did then, and I spread my legs as wide as possible to grant her entrance to my secret place.  She never stopped moving lower and lower, until her fingers entered me and began caressing my swollen clitoris.

I had been momentarily distracted from the film, and when I once again focused on it, I saw that Sandy was now whipping her husband's balls.  She would drop the thongs to the floor, then bring them upward with all her might.  Every time they crashed into his tender eggs, his mouth would fly open, and I was sure he was screaming in pain.  I wanted more than anything to hear those screams, to know that he was being given agonizing pain, and that it was his wife who was doing it to him.

Rita kept whispering in my ear things like, "God, look how much he loves it.  Men really love to have their little things whipped by their wives.  I wish you could have heard him begging for more.  He wanted her to whip his cock and balls until there was nothing left but bloody shreds.  Wouldn't it be wonderful to do that to your own husband?  Just look at how hard he is, right there beside you.  He wants you to whip him like that, doesn't he?"

It was almost more than I could do to look away from the screen, but I managed to do it.  True to Rita's words, Glenn's cock was as hard as a rock, and bigger than I'd ever seen it.  It didn't seem the least bit odd to me that his pants and undershorts were down around his ankles, and that it was Joe's hand wrapped around my husband's penis.  Given the wonderful stimulation Rita was giving me, it seemed no more than fair that her husband should be doing the same for my husband.

The film ended then, to my great disappointment.  I knew that I'd never in my life seen anything nearly so exciting, and I wanted it to go on forever.  Rita staved off my disappointment, however, by saying, "We have lots more like that.  Do you want to see another one?"

I think I gasped out something like, "Please!"  Whether I did or not, Joe went to the cabinet to get another cassette.  Rita said, "Honey, I think they're ready for one of the later ones now.  You must have put extra stuff in their wine, huh?"  He chuckled, then said, "Yep.  It's been quite awhile since we've had a pair so good looking as these guys are.  I think it's time to make that film we've been talking about for a couple of years.  What'cha think?"

She said quietly, "Yes.  It's far past time.  He's got a good sized one, and a nice set of nuts.  Should show up pretty well on film when she's working on him.  Why don't you put in that last one we made in the "C" category, with those newlyweds we picked up downtown.  I'm betting once these two see that one, they'll beg for more."

I had no idea what they were talking about, and to tell the truth I didn't care.  All I wanted was for Rita to continue doing what she was doing between my legs, and to keep doing it for the rest of my life.  I'd never before been so hot as I was then, and the combination of thinking about whipping my husband's cock and balls, and Rita's questing fingers on my clit, was driving me out of my mind.

Joe exchanged cassettes, then walked back to the couch.  Before he sat down, he said, "It's time for everybody to undress now.  Stand up and take off all your clothes for us.  Hurry up so we can watch the next film.  It's ten times hotter than the one you just saw."

I don't know what Glenn did then, but for my part, my body simply stood up, with no conscious thought on my part.  It was almost as if the hands belonged to someone else when they unbuttoned my blouse, then dropped it to the floor, followed quickly by the rest of my clothes.  I was seated again on the couch, anxious for the movie to begin, before Glenn had even removed his shirt.  Although he was slower than me, he eventually did manage to undress, and it was more evident than ever just how turned on he really was.  His cock was bouncing in imitation of the man in the last film, and the pre-cum was beading on the tip before stringing in a spider web to the floor.  I was surprised to see that Rita and Joe had also undressed, apparently while my attention was focused on removing my own clothes, and continuously watching the TV screen, just in case the movie started unexpectedly.

I didn't have time for any more thinking right then, since Joe had started the videotape.  My eyes were glued to the screen, and I felt rather than heard my husband sit down beside me once again.  Even his sigh of satisfaction when Joe once again began fondling his cock and balls was enough to distract me only momentarily.  I had my own sighing to do, since Rita's hand had once again buried itself in my pussy, right after she'd lifted one of my legs over her own, to give her better access.  That felt good to me, and I lifted my other leg over Glenn's, which he had spread toward me to give Joe more access, also.

I had unconsciously put one arm around Rita's shoulders, and used that hand to fondle her breast and its engorged nipple.  My other hand was in her pussy, trying to give her the same pleasure she was giving me.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Glenn's hands were  busy with Joe's cock and balls, and vice versa.  I still marvel, even now, at how natural and right everything seemed.  It was nothing more than four friends giving each other wonderful pleasure, and there was nothing in the world wrong with it.

The second film started in the same manner as the first, with a naked woman leading an equally naked man through the same door.  As in the first film, both were wearing masks.  The leash this time, though, did not go to a collar on his neck.  Instead it was fastened to his balls in some manner.  When the camera zoomed in on that part of his body, I saw that a large safety pin had been pushed entirely through them, and then closed.  The leash was fastened to the safety pin, making sure he would follow his wife wherever she chose to lead him.  Since there was quite a bit of slack in the leash, it was evident he was not the least bit reluctant to reach their destination.

That destination was a part of the room where a pulley had been mounted in the ceiling.  A rope passed through the pulley, then went to a winch mounted on a nearby wall.  The end of the rope dangling from the pulley was fastened to a pair of wide leather cuffs.  There was not the least bit of doubt how the things would be used, and it was almost more than I could do to not cry out, "Hurry!  String him up!"

Even without my urging, that's exactly what she did with him.  After positioning him under the pulley, she dropped the leash to the floor.  The cuffs were then laced around his wrists.  A couple of steps brought her to the winch, and with no hesitation she began to turn the handle.  The camera panned back to show both of them, and as his feet cleared the floor, I saw the man's mouth gaping open.  I was sure he was crying out with the pain his shoulders were feeling as they bore his unaccustomed weight, and Rita confirmed that by whispering, "You should have heard the little bastard crying.  You'd think he'd never been tortured in his whole life.  I love to hear men whimpering and crying like that.  Nothing in the whole world can make me as hot as a man screaming from the agony his wife is giving him.  You'll see what I mean after awhile."

The woman then picked up something leaning against the wall, that looked like a long broom handle with short pieces of rope tied to each end.  She carried it back to her husband, then knelt at his feet.  She tied one of the ropes to his right ankle, then looked up at his face.  I don't know what she said to him, but the result was that he began spreading his legs far apart. 

She was apparently not satisfied with his attempt to obey her, and she doubled up one fist and brought it crashing into his balls with all her might.  The expression on his face was beyond description as he screamed in agony, and all I could think of was that I wished it were Glenn hanging there, and my fist that had crushed his balls.  At last his mouth closed almost all the way, although I was sure he was still sobbing.  He began straining with all his might to spread his legs even more, and at last his efforts must have been satisfactory.  His wife tied the other rope around his left ankle, then stood to survey the results.

Someone must have spoken to her off camera, since she turned to face it, displaying her naked body to us.  She then spread her own legs, again as if following instructions.  Using her right hand, she cupped the fingers slightly before dragging them between her legs, scooping up the wetness there.  She held it up to the camera, in graphic confirmation of her arousal.  After again being instructed, she turned to her husband and wiped her dripping hand over his nose and mouth.  It was almost comical the way he tried to lick up every drop, but was unsuccessful because she was ready for the next part of the drama.

She walked to the display board once again, and what she was carrying when she returned was momentarily puzzling to me.  In one hand she had a short length of wire and a pair of pliers.  It was what was in her other hand that almost made me pass out with the surge of lust that shot through my crotch.  It was a small knife of some sort, and when she held it up for the camera to focus on, I saw that the cutting edge was actually a razor blade.  By then my brain had almost shut down, but some tiny part told me what was going to happen, and I watched with every bit of attention I could bring to bear.

The woman knelt in front of her suspended husband, then looked up at him.  She must have asked him something, for I could see his head nodding in answer.  Her only response was to place the three things on the floor, then to grip his sac in both hands and begin pulling it toward the floor.  His nuts had been tight against his cock, as all men's are when they're aroused.  That condition was soon changed by the force she was using to stretch them downward, and soon they were hanging much lower.  At last satisfied with her efforts, she picked up the wire and began to wrap it around his sac, as closely as she could get it to his throbbing cock.  She then used the pliers to twist the ends of the wire so tightly it almost disappeared from sight.  Her preparations complete, she put the pliers back on the floor and picked up the knife.

The camera moved so that it was beside the couple, and began to tighten in until only her hand holding the knife, and his throbbing erection and aching balls, were on the screen.  Rita whispered, "I love this part.  I'll bet I've watched it a hundred times, and I still get just as wet every time.  God, I wish you could have been there to see it happening.  It was wonderful."

I was barely conscious of her words, since every fiber of my being was focused on what the woman was about to do to her husband.  I wanted to urge her to hurry, but my throat was so tight it wouldn't utter a sound.  She must have known what I wanted, though, for she moved the knife blade to the top of her husband's sac, right beneath the wire.  With no hesitation she pressed the edge against his tender flesh, then began drawing it around him, lifting his balls at one point so she could slice through the flesh in the back.

As if she'd done this to men hundreds of times, she moved the knife to the front of his sac once again, in the center against the wire. This time she drew the cutting edge downward, pressing with just enough force to cut through the skin, but not the contents of the bag.  Again she lifted his balls to allow her to complete the cut, and then seemed to pause.

I assumed she'd been given more instructions, for she once again began using the knife on her husband's sac.  This time she worked the point into the cut, then used it to pry open the skin.  Working slowly and methodically, she very carefully peeled away the entire covering, finally cutting the skin around the safety pin before dropping the two halves to the floor.  As his balls dropped halfway to his knees, then hung there swaying on their cords, I found my voice and cried out, "Oh, God!  Please make me cum!  Please!  I need to cum!"

Rita very calmly replied, "Not just yet, sweetie.  First you have to earn the right to cum by making a film of your own.  Hang on just a little longer.  It won't be long now."  From a great distance, I heard Joe chuckle, then say, "It won't be long after tonight, either, will it hon?"  She said huskily, "You got that right."  I simply didn't have the brainpower remaining to understand what they were saying, and instead gave myself over to watching what came next in the film.

The woman put down the knife once again, then stood and walked to the panel.  She returned carrying a large candle and a book of matches, and as I fathomed what she intended to do to her husband, I began making a continuous moan.  Beside me I heard Glenn moaning in a similar manner, and although I couldn't drag my eyes from the screen to look at him, I knew he was in a state of arousal equal to mine.  In the quiet of the room, I could hear Joe whispering, "Just think how good it would feel to have fresh air on your balls.  Wouldn't it be wonderful to have your nuts hanging there, waiting for what Sharon was going to do to them."

I don't know if he ever answered, since on the screen the woman had once again fallen to her knees, and was busy striking a match.  When it finally flared, she held it against the wick of the candle, then waited patiently as the flame steadied.  This time she didn't look up at her husband's face, or say anything to him.  She simply moved the candle forward, then held it under his dangling balls.  She began moving it from side to side, almost as if to ensure both would be equally cooked.

At one point the camera panned back, showing the man jerking frantically on the rope.  His mouth was wide open, and in my imagination I could hear the thrilling sounds of his agony.  My eyes flicked back and forth between his wife's hands, holding the candle to cook his precious eggs, and his terrified face, screaming again and again.  Even now, I can still feel the lust that had completely taken over my body, and as I sat there the only conscious thought I had was that I needed to do that to my own husband, and just as soon as possible.  It was no longer just the knowledge that doing such a thing was the only way to be allowed to cum by Rita, it was also a deep-seated need to actually do that to him, and to hear his screams for real.

I could hear Joe whispering to Glenn, and was sure he was saying things just as exciting as what Rita was saying to me.  She tugged on my pussy lips while whispering, "God, just think how wonderful it feels to him to have his balls cooked like that.  I know Glenn would love it just as much if you'd do that to him.  I hope she pulls them off him."  The tiny part of my brain that was still able to think was being reduced more and more.  Uppermost in my thoughts were visions of it being my husband and me doing those wonderful things, and it being his nuts that were slowly turning black as they burned.  Rita kept tugging on my cunt lips with one hand, and my painfully engorged nipples with the other.  Every time I'd beg her to let me cum, she'd just say, "Not yet, love.  You have to earn the right to cum."

After a few minutes, or maybe an eternity, the woman blew out the candle and set it on the floor beside her.  The man had stopped jerking and flopping on the rope, and hung there quietly, sobbing in agony.  Again she looked up at him, and must have asked a question.  Although I couldn't hear his words, his lips looked like he begged, over and over, "Please.  Please.  Please."

That must have been the answer she was waiting to hear, for she turned to the camera with a satisfied smile on her face.  She then picked up the knife and held it under his still-jumping cock.  With the other hand she grasped one of his blackened balls and pulled it sharply downward.  As I fervently wished she would do, she then drew the cutting edge across the cord, as close as possible to his crotch.

When the ugly thing came free, the severed cord fell almost to the floor, but the nut was still held in place by the safety pin that passed through it and the other one.  Glenn's groan of pain drew my eyes to him, and I saw that Joe was gripping one of his nuts and stretching it as far as he could.  I loved to see that being done to my husband by another man, but it wasn't enough to hold my attention for very long.  Soon my eyes were once again riveted on the screen.

Again she said something to the man, and again his lips moved, begging, "Please."  As she'd done with his first nut, she gripped the remaining one, obviously squeezing it with all her strength.  Again the ugly thing was pulled sharply downward, and I watched with frenzied anticipation as she slowly drew the edge against the upper part of the cord.  She held the grisly trophies up for inspection, and there the film ended.

Joe said, "And that, boys and girls, is our contribution to the need for birth control in this country.  Just think of all the money we saved them on pills and rubbers."  Rita laughed, but I was far beyond feeling any humor by then, and obviously Glenn was also.

Still punishing my cunt and tits, Rita asked, "Do you want to do that to him?"  No explanation was needed to tell me what she was asking, and I answered simply, "Yes."  She drew me to her once again, then kissed me for what seemed an eternity.  At last our lips parted, and she said quietly, "I think you're ready for the next film, then.  It'll give you a better idea of what we have planned for tonight."

MOVIE STARS

Chapter 3

Some part of me may have been hesitant, or even fearful, of what was being planned for my husband, but that part was so small by that time that I never knew of it.  My need to cum was so overwhelming, so all-powerful, that I could think of nothing else.  Rita told me over and over that she would not allow me to have an orgasm until I'd earned it by torturing him, and so that was what had to be done.  There were no alternatives; I had to cum.

From far, far away, I heard Joe ask, "How about it, honey?  Don't you think they're ready for that one from the "P" category we made a couple of months ago?" 

Her reply was short and sweet:  "Load it."

Joe hurried to the cabinet to get the movie he wanted, then quickly placed it in the player.  He resumed his seat beside Glenn, and as he pressed the button to start the tape, he said, "You guys will love this one.  It'll give you a good idea of what we'll be doing later."

Again the film started with a naked, masked young woman leading an equally naked and masked young man into the room.  When the camera zoomed in on his shaved crotch, I saw that the leash was also fastened to his genitals, but this time the large safety pin had been run through the head of his cock.  His wife seemed to get lots of pleasure from jerking it just as much as possible, and I was sure he was gasping in pain every time she did it.

The couple walked toward what looked to be a simple table, except that there were short pieces of rope tied to each of the four legs, with the loose ends coiled on the top.  Dangling above the center of the table, from a pulley in the ceiling, was a thin rope, and when the camera moved closer to it, I saw that the free end had been tied in a small hangman's noose.  The only other thing that was different was a metal ring attached to the center of the table, with another short length of cord tied to it.

When they reached the table, the woman looked at her husband and pointed to where she wanted him to be.  With no hesitation he climbed on top of the thing, then stretched his arms and legs toward the four corners.  As I was expecting, and hoping, she used to ropes to secure him in a spreadeagle position.  That action gave me my first good look at his hardon, and there was no doubting it was the largest I'd ever seen.

I had slept around quite a bit in the years before Glenn and I were married, so I had more than a little experience with men and their cocks.  It was pretty obvious that the one jutting up from the man's crotch was far and away the record for any I'd fucked, or even seen.  There was no way to know its exact measurements, of course, but I guessed it was at least nine inches long, and probably so large in diameter that I wouldn't be able to close my fingers around it.

Rita must have known exactly what I was thinking, because she whispered, "Big, isn't it?  I couldn't resist fucking him before he was put on the table.  It would have been a shame to go through life always wondering what it felt like in my pussy.  I think he enjoyed his last fuck, and first too, for that matter, although I wouldn't let him cum in me."

There was probably a small part of my brain that understood what Rita was telling me, but at the time I couldn't think of anything other than how good it felt to have her hands punishing my cunt and my tits, and how very, very much I wanted to see the man on the table being tortured. 

As soon as her husband was securely tied in place, the woman reached between his legs and began pulling his sac, as had been done in the previous film.  Soon his balls were also stretched, and she wrapped the cord laying there around them a couple of times before knotting it.  I didn't understand why she'd done that part, until she reached up to the noose hanging above his crotch.

Pulling it down to his cock, she placed the noose around the head, then tightened the knot as much as she could to hold it in place in the groove Mother Nature gave all men just for that purpose.  The camera panned back then, to show her walking to a nearby wall, where the other end of the rope was attached to a winch.

She began to crank the handle of the winch while looking at her husband, smiling and laughing every time his mouth could be seen opening.  I was sure he was crying out in pain as his monster was stretched, and also from the pain he was feeling as the same thing happened to his balls.

At last she must have felt he'd reached his limit of stretching, and locked the handle in position.  As she returned to the table, and stood there inspecting her handiwork, the camera zoomed in on his horribly-stretched genitals.  I'd never before known there could be that much distance between a man's balls and his abdomen, or between the head of his dick and his balls.  I was sure his sac was at least six inches longer than before, and the distance from his tightly-squeezed and crushed nuts to the almost-black head looked like two feet, but had to have been less than that.  As the camera framed only his cock and balls, I could see that the only reason the rope hadn't pulled free of the head was the safety pin that was still fastened through it.  Even that had been bent with the force of the winch, and I knew the agony the man was feeling must be enormous.  I loved it, and wished it could have been twice as great.

After the woman had inspected her husband's stretched genitals for several seconds, and made a great show of masturbating him, she walked to a cabinet mounted to the wall.  She returned carrying what looked to be a small piece of cardboard, which completely mystified me until the camera zoomed on it, revealing several very long, very sharp needles.  I must have gasped as I realized the way they'd soon be used on him, for Rita whispered in my ear, "I see you've already guessed what comes next.  It'll be good, for sure, but the really good part comes in about five minutes.  Just wait'll you see it, sweetie."

I was unable to force my throat to answer, since it had completely closed as I watched her remove one of the needles from the cardboard, then with no hesitation push it completely through the shaft of her husband's cock.  She then continued to do the same with the others, until all 24 of them were in place there, making his thing look exactly like a porcupine's tail.

As soon as the last needle had been pushed through him, she went back to the cabinet, returning this time with something I didn't recognize.  It looked like a smaller model of the electric drill Glenn used sometimes, but I was sure that wasn't what it was.  Rita filled in my blank mind by saying, "It's a soldering gun.  Things are really going to get lots hotter now."

I had no idea what she meant, but was as sure as I could be that it would be impossible for me to get any hotter.  However, as was made vividly clear in the next few moments, I was wrong about that.  I did indeed get hotter with each passing moment, and before long my cunt actually felt as if I were sitting in red-hot coals.  If I had been, though, surely the juices dripping from my slit would have doused the flames.

There was an electrical cord dangling from the soldering gun, and the woman plugged it into an outlet that had been mounted on the side of the table.  When she pulled the trigger and held it back, a small light came on to indicate the thing was working.  She continued to hold it up in front of her, and when the camera zoomed in once again, I could see the metal tip was glowing a brighter red by the second.

Understanding rushed through my brain at the same moment as she moved the gun toward his cock.  I watched in an almost semi-conscious state as she touched the glowing tip to the safety pin, then held it there.  The camera was showing her husband's face at the same time as it showed what she was doing, and a split second after she started heating the safety pin, his mouth opened wide and his head jerked back.  I wanted nothing more than to be there in that room with them, and to hear his agonized screams.  As I had that thought, however, I realized there was one thing I did want more than that.  I wanted it to be my husband on that table, and me holding the soldering gun that was cooking the head of his cock.

Rita had been whispering to me for several seconds by the time I finally realized it.  When I at least heard her voice, it was saying, ". . . when it was cooking.  There's nothing in this world that smells as delicious as a cock head roasting.  You'll see what I mean later, I guess.  Then you'll know what I mean."  I was beyond responding to her words, and probably beyond even understanding them above the primal level of emotion.  My emotional response merely confirmed what I'd thought a few seconds before: I wanted it to be the two of us there, so I could smell for myself the delicious odor of a cock being cooked.

At some point an eternity later, the soldering gun was moved to the needle right under his cock head, then held there to cook that part also.  It then moved down to each needle in succession, ensuring that his entire shaft was thoroughly roasted to perfection. 

I didn't even realize that she'd reached the bottom of his shaft until she unplugged the gun and returned it to the cabinet.  This time she brought back a piece of wire and the pliers that had been used in the previous film, as well as the wonderful razor knife.  I knew the end of this movie was near, and I was frantic to see it brought to its conclusion, because that would bring us closer to doing whatever Rita would require before I could cum.

As I knew was going to happen, the wire was wrapped around the base of the stretched penis, then twisted tight with the pliers.  With no further delay, the woman picked up the knife, then sliced through her husband's cock.  The severed thing jumped free of its former home, then as the camera once again zoomed in, seemed to dance in joy as it dangled from the cord.  That's where the film came to a stop.

As soon as the screen went blank, Rita said in a husky voice, "This movie is so very special to me because of something you don't know about those two.  You see, they were our second newlywed couple we brought here.  They'd been married the morning we saw them in a bar in one of the hotels downtown, and decided they were too beautiful to pass up.  We struck up a conversation with them, and finally sat down for drinks at one of the back booths.  Joe always carries a small bottle of special stuff to put in their drinks if we think we want them to be in one of our films, and while I distracted them, he put some of it in their glasses."

"After that, all we had to do was tell them to come with us to our car, then get in.  During the drive out here, I was asking them questions about their sex lives, and learned something that told me that night would be one we'd always remember."

"It seems they were both from the same small town up north of here about 100 miles.  After they'd been married that morning, they came here to spend their honeymoon.  The special thing they'd told us was that they were both virgins, and had been 'saving' themselves until after they were married.  I knew right then just what she was going to be doing to her husband later that night.  It just seemed so fitting that after acting for us, he'd never be able to break her cherry.  Sweet, huh?"

Joe then chimed in, saying, "They did get to have sex on their wedding night, though.  Just not with each other.  Rita fucked him, and I fucked her.  Tight little cunt, too."  Again they laughed, while Glenn and I sat there unable to join in.

There was not a sound in the room for several seconds, other than the ragged breathing coming from the four of us.  That silence was broken after awhile, though, when Rita asked, "Would you two like to cum now?"

Those simple words were the sweetest I'd ever heard, and Glenn must have felt the same way.  He gasped out, "Oh, God, yes!"  At almost the same time, I said, "Please, Rita.  I have to cum.  Please!"

She laughed softly, then said, "I think you guys are about ready to make another film for us, aren't you?  I don't believe any of the other couples we've brought here got as hot as you two."  She paused to catch her breath, then continued, "Before you can cum, you have to star in a movie for us.  It'll be something like the ones you've already seen, but with more added.  We've been waiting for the perfect couple to be in the movie, and we both think you're the ones.  How about it?  Will you be our movie stars for tonight, if we promise to let you cum afterwards?"

I answered before Glenn this time, and I replied, "Yes!  Please, Rita!  I have to cum!  I'll do whatever you want me to!  Please!"  Before I had even finished those words, my husband was adding his own impassioned reply, pleading, "God, yes!  Please just tell us what to do.  We'll do anything if you'll just let us cum.  Please!"

I looked at him sitting there beside me, and saw that Joe was still punishing his cock and balls, just as Rita continued to do to my cunt and tits.  Joe had one ball in a death grip, stretched as far as possible from his crotch.  His other hand was pinching the tender flesh under Glenn's cock head, pulling and twisting it with all his strength.  The pre-cum had coated the entire head and halfway down the shaft, evidence of his arousal and lust.

Rita said quietly, "We need for you to understand just exactly what you're agreeing to.  Do you remember the second film, the one we said was in the 'C' category?  Do you know what that letter stands for?"  She stopped speaking, waiting for my reply.

My poor brain was barely working, but as I thought again of what had been done to the man in the second film, I realized the answer.  I said, "It stands for castration, doesn't it?  The woman castrated her husband, so that's what it means."

Rita smiled, then said, "That's right, hon.  You win the gold star.  Now for the grand prize, tell me what the 'P' stands for in the last movie."

My brain simply couldn't come up with any sort of answer beyond "penis," "prick," or maybe "peter."  Then I heard Glenn whisper, "It stands for penectomy."

The room was deathly still again, with the only sound our rapid breathing.  At last understanding dawned on me, and I remembered the meaning of that strange word.  I whispered, "Yes.  It means his cock was cut off, doesn't it?"

Again Rita laughed, then said, "You both get the trophy, looks like.  That's exactly what it means.  We have lots of films in both those categories, but the two you saw tonight are our favorites.  We've gotten kind of bored with looking at them so much, though, and thought you guys would be perfect to star in one that will be even better."  She fell silent once again, giving time for that knowledge to sink into both of our shutdown brains.  She then asked the fateful question, "Now that you know what we want you to do, do you still want to cum bad enough to be in a movie like that?"

MOVIE STARS

Chapter 4

In less than a heartbeat, I gave my answer as I gasped out, "Anything!  I'll do whatever you want!  Just please, please let me cum!"  She said, "That's all the answer I need.  He doesn't need to say anything, because I know he wants it, and probably even more than you do.  We've never had a man here who didn't beg to be tortured by his wife.  They all know it's the best way to show how much of a man they are, and how much they love their wives." 

She continued, "Look at him.  He loves feeling the pain Joe's giving him.  He needs to feel pain just as much as you need to give it to him.  He wants to be castrated, doesn't he?  The only thing he can think of is how wonderful it'll feel when you torture his balls, and then cut them off.  He's almost out of his mind with lust from thinking about how wonderful it'll be when you torture his little pee-pee, then cut it off too.  He needs it and you need it.  You have to do it."

She stopped punishing my cunt and tits then, and the loss I felt was almost enough to make me scream in frustration.  I wanted to beg her to hurt those parts more and more, but by then she had stood up and pulled me to my feet beside her.  We waited there while the men joined us, then Joe said, "I can't run the camera like this.  If I don't cum now, I'll be shaking so bad we won't get anything worth watching."

They didn't say anything else, merely took our hands and led us to a nearby table.  Joe put his hands on Glenn's shoulders and turned him facing away from the table, with his butt against it.  He said, "On your back.  Hurry!"  My husband was obviously just as much under the other man's influence as I was under his wife's.  He placed both hands on the top, then lifted his body to a seated position on it.  With no hesitation he leaned backwards until he was flat on the top, with his legs dangling over the edge.

Joe ordered him to lift his legs and hold his knees against his chest, which he quickly did.  His extreme arousal was very much evident as his penis bobbed even more rapidly, and the string of pre-cum began making its slow way to his abdomen.  Joe said to me, "Sharon, smear some of his cum on the head of my cock.  Hurry up!"

Almost in slow motion, I reached toward my husband's dick, then wiped up some of the jism that was dripping from its slit.  More quickly then, I rubbed my finger over the wonderful head of Joe's manhood, spreading the lubricant.  The extreme hardness of that part of him, plus the muffled moan when I touched him, told me his arousal was probably equal to my own, and I was sure he was struggling to hold back his orgasm.

Rita then said, "Guide him into your husband.  Just think how much it'll hurt him when Joe rapes him.  That big cock will tear him apart, won't it?  Do you want Joe to do that to him?"  My only response was a breathless, "Yes," as I placed one hand on the shaft, then pointed it toward the waiting hole.  Glenn's wordless cry of pain as the other man thrust deeply into him seemed to further inflame me, and I heard myself saying, "Do it.  Fuck him harder.  He wants you to fuck him.  Don't stop."

I sensed Rita's movement, rather than saw it, and turned to look at her.  She was lifting herself to the table top, just as Glenn had done.  In the space of a heartbeat she was lying on her back beside him, with her knees drawn up in the same way.  Her breathless order to, "Get on your fucking knees and eat me!  Now!," could not be disobeyed, and I was quickly doing just that. 

I'd never in my life tasted another woman's pussy, but right then it was the most delicious thing in the whole world.  I was lost in the sensation of her softness, and the wonderful way her stiff bud resisted my tongue.  Again and again I licked her from top to bottom, lapping up the juices she had made for me.

It was only when I heard Glenn whimpering in pain that I moved my eyes to look that way.  I could tell that the other man's cock was buried to the hilt in my husband's ass, and just the thought of him being impaled like that was enough to make me redouble my efforts at giving Rita the orgasm she deserved.  That my efforts were successful was demonstrated when she placed both hands on my head and forced it against her vagina, while at the same time saying, "Oh, God!  Eat it, you little whore!  Suck my cunt juices out of me!  Do it, you little bitch!"  With a wordless cry, her climax swept over her, producing the most extreme jealousy I'd ever known.  I wanted to cum, too!  I needed to cum!  I had to cum!

When she at last released my head from her deathgrip, I could once again hear the two men.  My husband was still moaning and whimpering in pain, and Joe's groans were signaling his impending climax.  Rita said sharply, "Don't you dare cum inside him!  You can't leave that sort of evidence!"

Joe immediately pulled out, then stepped back slightly.  He grabbed Glenn's rampant cock, using it to pull him off the table.  He said breathlessly, "On your fucking knees!  Hurry!  Get down there!"  When his order was followed, he held my husband's head in both hands then drove his penis forward, saying, "Suck it, you little bastard!  Swallow every drop!  Eat it, cocksucker!"  He then made one last thrust, burying his cock to the hilt in Glenn's mouth and throat.  His impassioned, wordless cry was all the evidence needed to tell us that he was filling my husband with spurt after spurt of his hot, delicious cum, just as Rita had filled me only moments before.

Again I was jealous of someone else's ability to cum, while I was denied the same pleasure.  Before I could put my need in words, though, both Glenn and I were pulled to our feet.  Rita looked deep into my eyes, then said, "If you want to cum, you have to follow our directions exactly as we give them to you.  We want you to torture your husband while we film it.  What we want you to do to him will be far beyond what you saw in those two tapes, and it'll give him agonizing pain.  Will you do that for us, to earn the right to cum?"

I doubt that I was capable of rational thought at that time, and my quick answer probably demonstrated that to Rita and Joe.  I said, "Yes."  She then continued, "We need to know that you really and truly want to do this to him.  It's easy to see that he wants you to torture him and castrate him, then cut off his tiny little wee-wee.  Do you want to do all those things to him?"

Again I needed no time to answer, and quickly replied, "Yes.  I want to torture him; I want to hear him scream like the men in the movies; I want to cut off his balls and hold them in my hand.  I want to see his little dick dangling in the air.  Please let me do that to him.  Please, Rita.  I have to cum!"

Her only answer was to say to her husband, "Let's get him ready.  She wants to do it, so there's nothing stopping us."

Joe once again ordered Glenn to get on the table, on his back, and that was done.  Rita opened a drawer under the tabletop and took out a pair of scissors, which she handed to me.  The thought instantly flashed through my mind that she wanted me to use them to cut off his little things, but instead she said, "Trim the hair around his dick and balls.  Hurry up about it."

I began grabbing handfuls of his pubic hair in one hand, and quickly snipping them free with the scissors.  Joe held up a wastebasket for the hair, and as quickly as one handful was dropped in it, I began working on another.  In almost less time than it takes to tell about it, his crotch hair looked like he'd been given a crewcut by a deranged barber.  I guess that pretty well describes my state of mind, given the intense arousal that had consumed my whole being, and the single-minded way I could think of nothing else other than relieving the intense burning and itching in my pussy.

Rita took the scissors from me, then handed me an electric shaver.  No instructions were needed for me to understand what to do.  As rapidly as I could, I used the instrument to shave away what remained of his hair, and soon his crotch was as bare as it had been when he was born.  Close enough for Rita's purposes, anyway, since she said, "That's enough.  Just one more thing to do, then we can take him down to the basement."

She reached into the drawer again, and took out five very large safety pins, two of which had cords tied to them.  She handed one of them to me, then said, "Run this through the head of his cock, up along one side.  Close it when it's all the way through."

With no hesitation whatsoever, I placed the point of the safety pin against the underside of his cock head, toward one side, then began pushing it into his flesh.  I had always thought of that part of him as being soft, but realized that it was anything but.  It resisted the pin so much that I had to push twice as hard as I thought should be necessary, but finally the point began to form a dimple on the top of his glans as it prepared to break through. 

He had been gasping and moaning from the first moment the point begin penetrating his cock, which did nothing but motivate me to push harder.  I knew he was feeling lots of pain from what I was doing, and that was the way I wanted it.  Somehow my primitive mind had decided that my husband was the cause of my being denied the right to cum, and I wanted to punish him as much as possible for doing that to me.  Even when he began sobbing with the pain I didn't stop, or even slow down.  I just kept pushing.

When the point finally broke through his cock head, a tiny drop of blood formed.  Rita had been watching for that to happen, and said, "Hurry!  Push it on through before it all squirts out!"  I didn't understand her urgency, but was powerless to disobey.  With an extra surge of force, I pushed the pin through even more, until it was centered on the head, before closing it.

She was already handing the next safety pin to me by the time I'd closed the first one.  She told me to run it through the head again, this time along the top of it, so I did.  The gasp of pain that produced just seemed to increase the anger I felt for him, and rather than simply push the thing through his flesh, I began to use a sewing motion, bringing the point out after a short distance, then re-inserting it before repeating that action.  I heard Rita and Joe laughing in approval at what I was doing, and that made me glow with pride.  I knew they wanted me to hurt my husband as much as possible, and that's exactly what I intended to do to please them.

Again following her instructions, I ran the third pin through his cock head, this time starting from the top and going down through the other side.  As soon as it, too, had been closed, she handed me one with a cord attached to it.  She said, "Push this one through him along the bottom.  Make sure the point goes through his pee hole.  That's supposed to make it hurt lots more."

If I'd have known that, you can be sure the first three would have gone through that part also.  Even after all this time, I can still feel that wonderful surge of emotion every time I'd do something to make him groan or cry out in pain.  In my mind, I was only giving him what he so richly deserved for not allowing me to cum, and I wanted to give him every bit of agony possible.

When the fourth safety pin had been fastened, she gave me the final one, which also had a cord tied to it.  She said only, "Through his balls."  It was surprising to me how little resistance there was when I ran the pin through him there, and it was quickly in place and fastened.  She said, "Get him up.  Hurry!  We all need this to happen just as soon as possible.  Get his lazy ass off that table."

I jerked the cords as hard as I could, and was gratified to hear his wordless cry.  That did nothing but make me jerk them again, even harder, but by then he was already on his feet, and the slack in the cord lessened the effect.

They began to walk from the room, and Rita said, "Follow us."  We did, with me leading my husband by the cords that were attached to the safety pins I'd run through his pee hole and his nuts.  At every opportunity I'd jerk them forward, but he was following so closely to me that my efforts didn't yield another cry from him, as I'd hoped.

We walked down a flight of stairs to the basement, then entered a door.  When Joe turned on the lights, I was awestruck by what my eyes saw, but my brain was slow to interpret.

The large room contained several pieces of equipment, and although I didn't understand their use, their purpose was plain.  In virtually every case, there were either ropes or cuffs attached to one place or another on the things, leaving no doubt that they were used to secure a man in place while he was being tortured.  I didn't have much time to spend in guessing which would be used to hold my husband that night, since Rita and Joe walked purposefully toward something at the far end of the room.

As we approached it, I could see that it was a large table, but with a few extra things added.  Most noticeable was a large chunk of lumber, probably a foot high, that extended from one side to the other of the three-foot-wide tabletop.  Large metal eyes had been screwed into each end of the board, and short lengths of rope dangled from each of them.  There were cuffs that I thought were probably intended for Glenn's wrists, and two more that were probably for his ankles, although they were mounted much closer to the block than I thought they should be.  Hanging above the center of the table was a small rope, with a hangman's noose tied in the end.  The rope passed through a pulley mounted in the ceiling, and the free end was coiled on the floor beside the table.  Dangling from one edge, at the center, was a wide leather belt with a buckle in the free end.  Directly opposite it was the second half, with several holes punched in it to accept the buckle.

It was easy to see that when he was lying on the table, with his ass on the block of wood, that his crotch would be thrust upward, making it easily accessible for whatever they wanted me to do to it.  I hadn't known that it was even possible for me to become more aroused, but when I pictured my husband tied down there with his little dick stuck up in the air, I got even more turned on than before.  There was no question that I wanted this to happen, and the sooner we got started on him, the better I'd like it.

They explained the use of the table, and it was pretty much as I had already deduced.  The ropes fastened to the block were called "knee ropes," and they said that when Glenn was in position, I was to order him to draw his knees up as far as he could, while they remained flat on the table.  I'd then tie them there with the two ropes, after which his ankles would be drawn in to the center of the table, and secured with the cuffs.  It didn't take much imagination on my part to visualize how that would open his crotch the maximum amount, with the added benefit of causing him additional pain from the extreme stretching of his leg muscles.

Rita took two masks from the display board, giving one to me to put on, while she slid the other one over Glenn's head.  She then told us to go back outside the room and close the door.  She said when I heard her say to enter, we were to come back in.  I was to be sure to jerk the cord as much as possible, so the camera could show him crying out.  When we reached the table, I was to order him to get on top, with his ass on the block of wood.  After buckling the belt tightly around his midsection and cuffing his wrists, I would order him to draw up his knees so I could tie them in place.  Finally I'd force his feet together and cuff his ankles.  After that, Rita would tell me what to do next.

We quickly hurried out and closed the door behind us.  Neither of us said a word as we stood there, but I was sure Glenn was just as anxious to get started as I was.  All I could think of was torturing him just as much as possible, and as fast as possible.  That was the only way I could please Rita enough that she'd allow me to cum.  And right then, there was nothing more important in the whole world.

At last the single word, "Come," was heard, and I opened the door.  We walked straight for the table, with me jerking the cord every step of the way.  The cries of pain that accompanied our walk were music to my ears, and I loved hearing them, knowing they would please the two people who had become very important to me.

Almost before I could issue the order to do so, my husband climbed atop the table and positioned his butt over the board in the middle.  The effect that produced was even more wonderful than what I'd imagined, and my hands were shaking in anticipation as I cuffed his wrists, then drew the two halves of the belt together as tightly as I could before buckling it.  Again, almost before I'd voiced the order, he drew his knees upward as far as possible, keeping them flat on the tabletop.  I tied them to the ropes, then pulled his ankles to the cuffs one at a time.  At last I stepped back to survey the results, and was pleased to see him stretched out for my use, in what had to be a very uncomfortable position for him.  That pleased me even more, and in my mind's eye I tried to visualize improvements to the table that would make it lots more painful for him, or whichever man was next to enjoy it.

Rita's voice woke me from my reverie, saying, "Go to the panel.  Get the riding crop and bring it back.  Swish it through the air as you walk."

The captivating visions of what I'd soon be doing with the crop made me get that done with my best speed, and soon I was once again standing there, reveling in the look of fear on my husband's face as I swung the thing through the air so fast it actually whistled.

Rita said, "Whip his dick first.  Don't hold back.  There's no way he can lose his hardon."

Holding back had been the farthest thing from my mind, and with a feeling of great joy I brought the crop back as far as I could to my side, then brought it forward with all my strength.  When it struck his cock, the poor little thing actually bent almost double from the force of the blow.  His scream of agony was the sweetest thing I'd ever heard, and I knew I had to hear it again and again.  So I did.

Over and over I whipped his erection, marveling at the way each impact made a white line, which then quickly turned a bright red as the blood rushed back.  It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and I wanted it to never end.

Again Rita's voice rang out, stopping my efforts.  She then instructed me, "Now whip his balls.  You're doing a good job, sweetie.  He loves it, and so do we.  Keep it up and I'll let you cum before much longer."

That was all the encouragement I needed to know what I was doing to him was the right thing.  He needed this just as much as I did, just as much as Rita and Joe did.  I moved to stand beside his head to have a better angle, and then raised the crop high above my head.  I looked at his face then, loving the rictus of fear on it.  Wanting more than ever to hurt him, I brought the whip downward, then was almost paralyzed in ecstasy as I heard the wet squishing sound when it impacted his sac.  His agonized scream rang out, this time the loudest of the entire night.  I loved it, and knew I needed to hear it many more times.  And that's exactly what I did.  Again and again I brought the crop crashing against his nuts, continuously amazed at how quickly they began to swell.  By the time Rita's voice brought me back to reality, his bag was easily twice as big as it had been just a few minutes before.

She said, "That's wonderful, love.  You're the best actress we've ever had.  I just know the folks who buy this one will pay extra because of the way you love what you're doing to him."  She then gave me the next instructions, saying, "Take the crop back to the panel.  Get the piece of wire, the pliers, and the razor knife that's there, then bring them back.  Be sure to hold the things up so Joe can zoom in on them."

I hurried to obey, then tried to control myself while walking back, being sure to hold the knife in front of me, so anyone who watched this movie would know how very much I wanted to use it on my husband.  When I once again stood beside his strapped-down body, Rita said, "Lay that stuff on the table, then reach up and pull the noose down to his crotch.  Put it around his cock and balls, then tighten it." 

I followed her instructions, then received more when she continued, "Okay.  Good job.  Now pull on the free end of the rope to take out all the slack.  After it's tight, reach up as far as you can with both hands, then lift your body completely in the air.  I want to see you using everything you have to get him stretched just as much as possible."

Soon I was literally hanging in the air, supported there by his constantly stretching cock and balls.  It was truly amazing how far his things were pulled from his body, but even more amazing were the renewed screams that tore from his throat.  Apparently the simple stretching was causing him more pain that even the ball whipping I'd given him.  My only wish was that I weighed more, so I could actually pull his ugly things clear off him.

After several seconds I felt my feet once again touch the floor, and knew his cock and balls had stretched enough to allow that.  By then, his things were more than a foot from his crotch, and his cries of pain were constant.  It was wonderful to hear them, and I prepared to reach up the rope once again, hoping that another round of stretching would tear the horrible things completely off.

Rita stopped me by saying, "That's enough stretching now, hon.  All we want in the air is just his equipment.  It looks like you've got lots of skin from his stomach and legs now, so you need to back off a bit."  That was disappointing to me, but there was no way I could disobey the woman who controlled my ability to cum.  I very carefully released a small amount of the rope until she said, "There!  That's good.  Now wrap the end around that peg under the top, and we can get on with the really fun stuff."

MOVIE STARS

Chapter 5

I wrapped the rope around the peg several times, careful to not let out any more slack than I already had.  The end was then tied in place, and I watched in fascination as his body settled back to the block of wood.  He had obviously lifted his groin in the air as I stretched him before, and now it was his own fault that his little things were being stretched again, causing renewed gasps of pain.

Rita then instructed me to pick up the wire, saying, "Wrap the wire around his stretched skin, as close as you can get it to his crotch.  Get really close so you can get everything.  Double loop the wire, then tighten it with the pliers, just like in the other film."

It was a simple thing to do, and in just a few seconds his cock and balls were effectively isolated from his body by the constricting loops of wire.  That fact was immediately demonstrated by the slight darkening of those parts of him.  As I waited for more instructions, everything trapped by the wire turned more and more purple.  I thought it was a beautiful color, and was glad the movie wasn't being made with black and white film.  I knew the audience would love the effect just as much as I did.

I could have stood there a long time, watching that engrossing sight and listening to him whimpering.  However, Rita's voice broke through my fog once again, when she said, "Now untie the rope from the peg.  Loosen the noose and place it around the head of his cock.  When you get it tight, stretch him again before re-tying the rope to the peg."

Even with my trembling hands, that part was soon accomplished, and I waited breathlessly for her next instructions.  She said, "Sharon, pick up the knife and show it to us again.  Smile so we'll know how very much you want to use it on your husband's crotch.  Let us feel your emotions, and understand your need to torture him, then make him your total eunuch."

That word was not unknown to me, although I'd never before thought of it in connection with my husband.  I had read about men who had been made into eunuchs, so they could better serve their masters and mistresses.  With the suddenness of a flash of light, I understood that condition was the perfect one for Glenn, and it was what should have been done to him long ago.  I knew that before this night was over, he'd be nothing less than what he was meant to be: my eunuch.  I loved thinking of him like that.

I picked up the knife with gentle, loving hands, trying to convey the emotions I was feeling.  I loved feeling the cold hardness of it, and seeing the way the light beams flashed off the razor blade cutting edge.  I brought it to my lips and kissed it sensuously, then carefully mouthed the words, "I love you."  As one last gesture of respect towards the knife, I dipped one finger in my red-hot, dripping-wet cunt, then wiped my juices on it, as if blessing and anointing it.

Rita praised what I had just done, then added a masterful extra touch, saying, "Let him kiss it, too.  That'll tell everyone how much he wants what's going to happen to him now."  I marveled at her intelligence in thinking of such a thing, then moved the knife slowly to Glenn's lips and ordered him to kiss it.  When he had done so, I positioned it under his stretched balls, ready to obey Rita's instructions to castrate him.

She surprised me by saying, "We're going to try something new this time, honey.  What I want you to do is to skin his balls, then his cock.  That should make it lots more interesting, don't you think?  Just think of how wonderful it'll be to see his little hardon after you've skinned it."

She gave me a few seconds to think about that wonderful sight, then directed me to place the blade right at the wire, pressing just barely enough to penetrate the skin, but not the flesh underneath.  As soon as I'd made the blade enter him by a tiny amount, she told me to draw it along the wire in a circle, again cautioning me to not cut anything other than just the skin.

As soon as I'd completed that initial cut, she instructed me on how to slice carefully upwards, continuing until I'd cut through his sac along the centerline.  With no pause, I was to continue upwards again, stopping just below the head of his cock.  With hands that were difficult to make stop trembling, I began the shallow cut, inscribing a thin line upwards towards his balls, then slicing through the skin of his sac.  That part was actually made lots easier by the tightness of the skin there, which I was sure was due to his extreme arousal, and his eagerness to become my eunuch.

His screams of agony had been replaced by gasps and groans of pain, which I was sure was due to a growing numbness due to the constricting wire.  I wanted to remove the wire before castrating him and cutting off his little wee-wee, so that both of us could enjoy this supremely exciting thing as much as possible.  I longed for Rita to give me that order, but she never did.  So, instead of picking up the pliers, I continued slicing through the skin underneath his tiny penis, stopping when the blade at last reached the point directly under the head.  I loved to look at the line I'd traced, seeing the bright redness seeping from it, and knowing that signaled the long, slow death of his cock and balls.  It was almost hypnotizing to watch the drops form, then trace a path downwards.

Rita's words broke through my reverie as she said, "Sharon, stay with us on this.  You need to get him skinned before all the blood runs out.  Otherwise, he'll lose his hardon, and that won't be nearly as exciting for all your fans."  She paused momentarily, then continued, "Now go back to where the cut starts.  Work the point of the blade under his skin there and start lifting it off.  You need to grip the little flap of skin and pull it slowly away while using the blade to cut through the connective tissues.  Be very careful to not cut into his flesh, because if you do, all the blood will run out and make a terrible mess on my table."

I was unsure of what she was asking me to do, but as soon as I'd pried up one corner of his skin, then pulled it away with one thumb and finger, everything became crystal clear.  In many ways it was just like peeling a label off a jar; all I had to do was tug firmly while using the cutting edge to free the rapidly growing flap of skin.  Almost as in a hypnotic fog, I continued to peel and cut, listening to his impassioned whimpers and moans, which only told me how very much he needed what I was doing to him.

I was shocked out of my reverie when his nuts suddenly fell free, and dangled to the tabletop, where they lay like sickeningly ugly rotten eggs.  The tops of them were covered with things that looked like yellow worms, and their revolting appearance just confirmed to me how necessary it was that they be removed just as soon as possible.

Rita had to speak sharply to me in order to bring me out of my haze.  I quickly resumed skinning him, and in short order was working my way up his shaft, lifting the skin and cutting it free as fast as I could.  I was by then almost dancing because of the horrible itching and burning in my cunt, and my legs constantly rubbed against one another in a futile attempt to bring relief.

When I'd almost reached the noose that tightly constricted the head of his cock, Rita's voice once again intruded on the ecstatic state I was in.  She said, "You need to cut a ring around where he was circumcised.  Otherwise you won't be able to get the skin off his dick.  Do that now."

I released my hold on the flap of skin, the concentrated once again of cutting through only the skin and not the flesh underneath it, just below the head.  Satisfied with my efforts, I returned immediately to skinning it for him, and was surprised when the entire little "jacket" came free.

Rita instructed, "Now, honey, I want you to release the rope a tiny bit.  Just enough to take off enough of the tension that his pee hole won't be pinched shut."

I had no idea why she wanted me to do that, but, as before, I was unable to question her directions, let alone resist them.  Of course, right then there was no way I'd do anything that might make her deny my orgasm any longer than absolutely necessary.  The rope was quickly eased off a small amount, and I was sure his hole was not pinched like it was before.

As soon as I'd re-tied the rope to the peg, she said, "Sweetie, we're almost there.  It won't be long now, and then I'll give you the best climax you've ever had.  Now I need you to go over to the cabinet and get the book of matches and the yellow can with the blue plastic top.  It's full of lighter fluid, and you'll need that for the next part."

I got the can she wanted, and with no instructions remembered to hold it in front of me so Joe could focus on it as I returned.  My brain was in such a fog that I had no idea what I was supposed to do with the can, but hoped whatever it was, it would make Glenn start screaming in agony once again.  By the time I was about half done skinning his little things, he'd stopped doing that and just moaned and sobbed.  I wanted more, and hoped Rita would tell me what to do to make him cry out some more.

As soon as I was once again standing beside my husband, she said, "Rotate the blue nozzle until it's standing straight up.  Then I want you to put the tip of the nozzle down his pee hole, and squeeze the can a couple of times.  You'll like what that does to him."

I followed her instructions, lost in my robotic haze.  That haze disappeared in a flash as he gasped, then seemed unable to breathe for many seconds.  At last the scream of agony I so wanted to hear burst forth, and I started to laugh as his body fought the restraints that were holding him there for my enjoyment.  From somewhere deep in my brain, the memory came of the time I'd accidentally spilled a few drops of lighter fluid on my inner wrist.  The horrible itching and burning that had produced just about drove me crazy before my mother had washed it off with soap and water.  I knew without a doubt that what he was feeling then, as the lighter fluid soaked into the tender lining of his pee hole, was infinitely more painful. 

To my disappointment, his voice began to become husky as his throat lost its ability to make sounds.  I wanted Rita to order me to squirt more of the wonderful stuff down him, but instead she said, "Okay, sweetie.  Now we want you to squirt the remainder of the lighter fluid all over the parts you skinned.  That should make him yell, don't you think?"

I wanted that more than anything right then, and when I visualized what he'd feel when the liquid soaked into his skinned flesh, I almost passed out with lust.  I began to follow her directions, starting with the head of his dick, then slowly and carefully working my way downwards toward the constricting wire.

Before I'd completely doused his balls, his screams burst forth again, but so raspy that they were somehow not as pleasing as before.  I quickly finished that part of his torture, knowing deep in my soul that I had almost reached my limit of waiting to cum, just as my husband had reached his limit of feeling agonizing pain.  I had to cum, and was sure that Rita wouldn't delay my reaching that goal for much longer.

She said quietly, "Just a couple of minutes now, sweetie.  Then I promise you'll have the orgasm you need so much.  First though, you need to do something else to make this our best movie ever."  As I danced in frustration and need, willing her to hurry, she continued, "Now pick up the matches and take one out.  Show it to us, then light it.  When it's burning steadily, move it slowly toward where the wire is around him.  Touch it there, then pull your hand back.  We don't want you to get hurt when the flames start."

With trembling fingers I fumbled with the book of matches, finally pulling one free.  As I struck it, I heard Glenn's ragged throat trying to form words.  When I looked at his face, I saw his eyes pleading with me, and his head rolling from side to side.  I knew without question he wanted me to hurry, and to set his cock and balls afire just as fast as I could.  I couldn't disobey Rita's instructions, though, and moved the match toward him as if in slow motion, until it finally touched his flesh.  The lighter fluid flared suddenly, and almost before I could jerk my hand away, the flames climbed past his balls, up his shaft, and then enveloped the head of his tiny penis. 

With almost no hesitation, the fire found his pee hole, and I knew it was burning its way deep inside him.  I watched in fascination as it happened, reveling in the sound of his raspy screams of agony.  All too soon it was over with, and the flames had consumed the lighter fluid.  The wisp of smoke that climbed toward the ceiling was all that remained of the wonderful sight I'd been watching, it now being replaced by the blackened thing clinging to the rope as if trying to escape it ultimate fate.

That fate was not to be denied, though.  Rita at last gave me the instructions I'd been needing to hear for so long.  She said, "Okay, honey.  Pick up the knife, show it to us, then cut off everything just as close to the wire as possible.  Be sure you get everything.  Do a good job, and then you can cum."

Her final four words echoed around and around inside my skull, and my hand moved with no conscious direction toward the wonderful knife, that had the power to bring me such ecstasy.  I picked it up, held it up for a split second, then placed the cutting edge against his stretched flesh, right against the wire.  With a single deliberate motion, I drew the blade toward me while pressing down on it.

Once again I witnessed the wonderful sight of a man's severed penis hanging from a rope, bobbing back forth with the joy of its newfound freedom.  I don't know how long I stood there in thrall to that sight, but after what seemed forever, Rita's voice broke through my haze.

She said, "It's time, sweetie.  Come over here to this other table so I can make you cum."

She led my dazed body to a nearby table, guiding me past my husband who was lying quietly, still tightly bound, but seeming asleep.  Joe was talking quietly to him, mumbling something about sleeping and forgetting.  I had no time for any of that, though, because Rita was placing her hands on my shoulders and turning my back to the table.

She told me to lie on top, then draw my knees up just as Glenn had done to allow Joe to fuck him an eternity before.  I rushed to assume the same position, silently begging her to please, please hurry.

As I drew up my knees, then held them there widespread, Rita was walking back from the cabinet.  I had no idea what it was she had in her hand until she spread her legs, then placed a strap between them.  She buckled a small belt around her waist, then stood beside me so I could see the odd thing she was wearing.

It looked for all the world like a huge penis, made of black rubber.  It was easily four inches in diameter, and a foot long.  As I realized what it was, she said, "If you let me fuck you with this, and get it all the way inside you, I'll let you cum.  Do you want me to do that?"

I wanted that more than anything, but was beyond words.  All I could do was nod my head in a frenzy, begging her silently to please, please do whatever she wanted to me.  I had to cum!

She stood between my upraised legs, and began pushing the monstrous erection inside me.  Just at that moment, Joe walked up beside my head.  Without a word, he turned my head toward his own erection, and on its own volition, my mouth opened wide to accept him.  As Rita impaled my cunt on her cock, Joe did the same with my mouth and throat.  They raped me in concert, top and bottom, never stopping or even slowing, until at last the precious words rang out, "Sharon, cum now!  Cum!"

There is no way for me to describe what happened then, other than to say it literally caused me to die.  I know my body was jerking violently up and down, and my mouth was sucking on Joe's cock as if I were starving to death.  I'm sure he climaxed then, because I have a faint memory of swallowing the best-tasting food I'd ever had.  After that, I began to lose consciousness as Rita softly talked to me, telling me to go to sleep and forget.  And so I did.

MOVIE STARS

Chapter 6

The confused state I was in when I awoke was the worst of my entire life.  I had no idea where I was, why I was there, or how long I'd been there.  All I knew for sure was that I was in a narrow bed that had metal rails on each side, and the bed was in a small room that, although the walls were painted a light shade of beige, was almost dark.  There was a single window in one of the walls, but the mini-blinds that covered it had been tightly closed, so very little light was admitted.  That small amount of light did tell me that it was daytime, but I had no idea if it were morning or afternoon.

A second sensation flooded over me then, and it was also the most intense of my life.  It was a combination of a deep ache in my abdomen, but at the same time it wasn't entirely unpleasant.  Unless you've had such an ache yourself, there's no way I can describe it beyond that.  I was sure that my vagina had been horribly stretched, but as I said, the feeling of that having been done to it was not all bad.  It was more like an itch that I would have scratched if only I could have reached it.  However, given the location, it would take something lots longer than my finger to get there.

My attention was drawn to a door which was just being opened, and as I looked that way, I saw a young woman enter.  The white uniform and cap she was wearing provided all the information I needed to know she was a nurse, and that fact told me I was in a hospital room.

I was dumbfounded by that knowledge, and unable to utter even a single word.  The nurse filled the silence by saying, "Well, I see we're finally awake.  My name is Erika, and I'm a floor nurse here at the hospital.  How are we feeling today?"

I've always been irritated by people who use the Papal "we" when they talk to me, but right then I had so many more questions than answers that I simply didn't have the presence of mind to make a catty response.  Instead, I replied, "I feel okay.  Why am I here, and where is my husband?"

She held my wrist while looking at her wristwatch, then said, "Let me just give you a quick check while I try to answer your questions."  Apparently satisfied that my pulse indicated I was indeed still alive, she made an entry on a clipboard, the took a thermometer from the bedside table and stuck it in my mouth.

Only then did she grant answers to my burning questions.  "You're in County General Hospital, and you're here because you or someone else brought you and your husband to the emergency room at about 3:00 a.m. yesterday morning.  By the way, it's now about 2:30 p.m., so you've been asleep for at least 36 hours.  That's not surprising, considering the ordeal you and your husband went through."

"He's in the room next to yours, and is still asleep.  He's recovering nicely, given what happened to him."  She paused to read the thermometer, then recorded that number also before continuing, "Do you remember what happened to you guys?  Anything at all?"

I realized then that I had no idea why we'd been brought to the hospital, or who had done so.  Given what the nurse had said, it had been two days since Glenn and I had gone out bar hopping to celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary.  I could recall the "bet" we'd made, and the penalties the loser would have to pay.  I knew we'd visited several bars, but what happened after that was a complete blank.

It dawned on me that if I had indeed gone through an "ordeal," then I hadn't suffered very many ill effects.  Beyond the deep-seated itching in my pussy, and the way my nipples ached when they rubbed against the hospital gown, I seemed to be just fine.  That realization caused me to wonder if my husband had suffered something worse than what I had, and I asked, "What happened to my husband?  Can I see him?"

Erika replied, "I'm sure there'd be nothing wrong with me taking you to look at him.  He's probably still sedated, though, and won't know you're there.  As for what happened to him, I'm afraid the doctor will have to answer that question."  She lowered one of the rails, then asked, "Do you feel strong enough to sit up?  If you can do that, I'll help you out of bed."

I did, and she did.  Soon we were walking carefully out the door to the next room down the hall, and by the time we arrived there, I felt able to walk with no help from the nurse.  She held the door for me, and I walked into Glenn's room, which was as dimly-lit as mine had been when I awakened.

He was sleeping peacefully, and the only thing that caused me concern was the IV hose that ran from a clear plastic bag to a needle in his arm, as well as a small black hose that came from under the covers by his feet, then ran to a black plastic bag hanging from the frame of the bed.

As we stood there looking at my husband, I whispered, "Please tell me what happened to him."

Her whispered answer was, "I can't do that, I'm afraid.  If you think you can get back to your room without me, I'll go page the doctor so you can talk to him."  I assured her I was feeling perfectly well, and as I returned to my own room, she walked the other way down the hallway.

I sat in a chair waiting for the doctor, looking out the window after opening the blinds to let in more light.  In about ten minutes, he walked in, introduced himself, then sat down opposite me.  Again I asked what had happened to Glenn, and after fumbling with his words for a few seconds, he at last said, "I'm afraid I have very bad news.  You see, your husband's genitals were mutilated.  In fact, when he arrived here at the emergency room, they were completely missing.  I'm so very sorry to have to tell you that."

I don't remember much about what happened after that, but knew a nurse was called, and the two of them helped me get back in the bed.  The doctor again offered his condolences, then left, but the nurse stayed with me for awhile.  I was simply unable to make any sort of coherent conversation, and after awhile she stopped trying also.

After several minutes, I heard a knock on the door, and then a woman in police uniform entered.  She introduced herself, and after asking the nurse if we could speak in private, waited until we were alone.

I'm sure you can imagine the contents of that interview, and the types of questions asked.  To every one, my only answer was, "I don't remember."  That was the absolute truth.  The last memory I had of our anniversary night was of going to several local bars.  After that, there was nothing but a total blank.  The policewoman finally gave up, then gave me her card, asking me to call her if I remembered anything at all.  I promised to do so, of course.

I was released from the hospital that evening, since there was no reason to keep me any longer.  Glenn remained for another three days, then he was also sent home, after I'd been given instructions on how to change the dressings on his crotch.

I'll never forget the first time I saw that part of him, and how it was, oddly enough, not all that shocking to me.  Somehow I had been expecting him to look just like that, and when he actually did, it just seemed very natural.  I'm sure the nurse was surprised at my reaction, but she probably put it down to all the stress I'd endured during the past week.  Whatever, we were sent home to pick up the pieces of our lives, and that's what we did.

Thanks to good medical care, Glenn healed quickly.  He soon learned to remember to always sit down when he used the bathroom, and that was about the only change he had to make.  As for me, I couldn't seem to stop playing with myself.  The aching itch that had been present when I'd awakened in the hospital never left me, and I spent more than a few hours every day trying to scratch it. 

When my fingers proved useless to me, although they could bring me to orgasm, I used the battery-operated vibrator Glenn had bought me as a joke gift a couple of years ago.  The thing was nothing more than a plastic cylinder that buzzed when switched on, and was barely an inch in diameter and six inches long.  The only way it could reach my itch was if I poked it in with the handle of a wooden spoon, but even then the thing was so small around that it just didn't stimulate me like I needed.

I began to resort to, believe it or not, various vegetables I found at the supermarket.  Zucchinis were the best, but even they proved too small to scratch my itch.  What's more, when I fed them to my husband that night in his tossed salad, it somehow made my itch even worse.

Finally I began to cruise bars looking for likely men.  Every one of them, when I brought them home to my bed, proved to also be inadequate.  Many had penises larger than my husband once had, but they were too small by half to reach my special place.  I was becoming desperate.

During that time, Glenn seemed to throw himself into his work with a determination that was amazing to see.  He was a salesman for a local construction company, and had always been good at his job.  Now, however, he quickly became the best in the entire company, and demonstrated a dedication to the job that pleased his bosses beyond words.  His salary was raised almost monthly, and he was also given frequent bonuses.  The result was that we were quickly becoming very well off, financially if not sexually.

As for our sex life, it was virtually non-existent.  If I would whine and complain loudly enough, he would give me oral sex.  His performance was always so lackluster and half-hearted, as well as giving me no satisfaction, that I soon gave up making the effort.  It seemed I was destined to live the rest of my life with an itchy pussy, and never find a way to scratch it.

That came to an end on the day of our sixth wedding anniversary, just a few minutes after the doorbell rang.  When I opened the front door, a delivery man was standing there holding a cardboard box, which he gave to me.  I saw it was addressed to me, and had no return address, which piqued my curiosity.

I carried the box into our living room, then placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch.  My long fingernails made quick work of the tape that sealed the top of the box, and soon it was sitting open in front of me.  That didn't provide any clues to what was inside, since there were two smaller boxes and an envelope yet to be opened.

I saw that one of the boxes was labelled, "Open me first."  The envelope read, "Open me second."  Written on the other box were the words, "Open me last."  The mystery deepened, as a dime-novel thriller would say.

When I opened the first box, I saw a single videocassette, with no name or anything else at all to identify it.  My curiosity by that time was so great that I never considered not playing the tape, and in less than a minute it was in the VCR player, and the television set was switched on.  I settled back on the couch to see just what was going to be revealed.

To my astonishment, the film started with a door opening, and a naked, masked woman leading a similarly naked and masked man by what looked to be a rope fastened to his waist.  My mouth fell open, and I sat there in stunned silence when the camera zoomed in on his shaved crotch, and I saw that, instead of being tied around his waist, the rope was actually tied to safety pins that had been pushed completely through the head of his penis and his testicles. 

The effect that had on me produced a feeling of deep shock, and I understood that rather than disgusting me, it somehow seemed to be exciting.  That was even more shocking, because it had never occurred to me that doing something like that to a man could cause the sort of tingling I was beginning to feel in my crotch.

The camera then focused on the woman's upper thighs, and I saw they were glistening with moisture.  There was no doubting she was very aroused, and I knew from my own experiences during the past year that it required a large amount of sexual stimulation to produce even a small amount of pussy juices, let alone what I saw in the film.

As that thought escaped the deep recesses of my brain, I saw something else on one of the woman's inner thighs that froze me even further, and made me question that I'd even seen it at all.  As her left leg moved forward when the camera was focused there, a small birthmark was revealed, and the placement and shape of it was intimately familiar to me.  It was in the shape of a cat's head, and it was something I saw every time I sat in the bathtub.  It was my birthmark, or such a close duplicate of it that there was no difference.

At that moment, a part of my brain that had been walled off to my conscious thoughts for a year suddenly began functioning.  A blinding flash of light shot through my head, stunning me.  In the space of a split second, I remembered everything that had happened the night Glenn and I had gone out to celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary.

For the first time in 365 days, I remembered the sixth bar, and the floor show we'd watched.  I remembered the owner taking us to the back room after the performance to introduce us to Rita and Joe.  I remembered the trip to their house, the glasses of wine we'd each had, and the videotapes we'd watched.  I remembered, and seemed to actually re-live, the growing arousal we had experienced as scene after steamy scene unfolded on the TV screen.  I could feel once again Rita's hands punishing my pussy and my breasts, and I saw once again Joe's hands doing the same to my husband's cock and balls.

I remembered what we'd seen in the "C" film, and then in the "P" film, and then the overpowering suffusion of lust throughout my entire body when I learned that I was going to be allowed to torture Glenn in the same way, while a movie was made.  Once again I felt the strength of the urge that drove me to give him agonizing pain, and to hear his screams of agony as I tortured him.

I relived every second of the fantastically arousing experience of binding him to the table, then stretching and skinning his little things.  The way his body shook and thrashed around when I coated him with the lighter fluid made me smile in recollection, and then when I struck the fateful match and held it to the base of his raw flesh, the burning and itching deep inside my cunt almost made me pass out.

By the time the film ended, with him my total eunuch, I was in a state of arousal equal to the one I'd been in a year ago.  I could think of nothing other than finding relief, and while one hand was busy between my legs, the other tried to tear off my nipples.  I have no recollection of removing my clothing, but must have done so at one time, since I was totally nude. 

My best efforts at granting myself an orgasm were denied, and even the special zucchini I'd been saving for that afternoon didn't give me the relief I so desperately needed.  With hands shaking so badly I could barely control them, I opened the envelope, hoping against hope there would be some clue there that would allow me to cum, as I so needed to do.

As I knew it would be, the letter was from Rita.  She wrote, "My dearest Sharon, If you have watched the tape as I'm sure you have, then you are now experiencing a mind-boggling urgency to cum, just as you were when you were at our house one year ago.  I will now grant you a single orgasm.  All you have to do is pinch your clit with every bit of your strength, then read this line: RITA SAYS, 'CUM SHARON.  CUM NOW."

In my desperation, I was unable to do anything other than just that, and in a split second the thumb and forefinger on my left hand found my swollen bud.  As I pinched it with all my might, I read those wonderful words.  With a burst of passion, my climax began, building by the second to the point where I dropped the letter I'd been holding, then used that hand to punish my nipples just as strongly as I was my clitoris. 

I must have fallen sideways at some time, because when I regained control of my body, I was lying on the couch.  The horrible pain shooting through my pussy and my tits told me just how well I'd followed Rita's instructions.  Even that pain, though, as well as the tears that were flowing from my eyes, couldn't stop me from picking up the letter from the floor.

Rita's words continued, "Now that you're in better shape to understand my instructions, I'll get on with them.  We still remember you as the best actress ever in one of our films, and the tape you just watched is our all-time favorite.  The reason I'm contacting you is this: we want you to help us make another one."

"I've decided it's time for Joe to become my eunuch, just like Glenn is yours.  Both of us think you're the best possible choice for the person to do that to him, and we're hoping you'll agree to it.  I can promise you that it'll be even more exciting than when you did your husband.  I'm thinking of something involving an in-place barbecue of his little things, followed by a little snacking until there's nothing left to get your teeth around.  Sound like fun, sweetie?"

"It'll be pretty much like the last time you were here, except my lover will run the camera while I do the directing.  You and Joe will be the actors.  Please say you'll help us, Sharon.  We could do it without you, but you're the best.  We both want you."

"If you'll help us, then you can contact me by placing an advertisement in the Personals section of the Denver Post.  Just say, 'R - Yes.  I want to help. - S.'  I'll be checking the ads every day, so you won't have long to wait.  Once I see it, I'll phone you during the day to set up a time when we can meet you somewhere and bring you here.  Please say you will, sweetie."

"You can open the other box now, Sharon.  It's your share of the proceeds from all the films we've sold.  Believe me, you earned it, and more.  Rita."

My dazed senses directed my hands to open the small box.  Even the sight of the two large packets of $100 bills did nothing to bring me back to reality.  My brain simply recorded the fact that I was now $10,000 richer.

I don't know how many times I re-read her letter, but after a couple of hours had passed, I pretty much had it memorized.  I don't know why I kept reading it, since I'd already made my decision long ago. 

You see, I just couldn't stop myself from running the videotape again, and it had the predictable effect on me.  By the time it was halfway through, the familiar itching and burning between my legs was there again.  Again and again I played with my cunt and tits, until finally I couldn't stand it any longer.  I pinched my clit just as hard as I could, then once again read Rita's words that would grant me the release I craved.

Her magic didn't work the second time, no matter how hard I tried.  At last I was reduced to nothing but a crazed animal that couldn't cum.  I guess there must have been some small bit of rationality left in my brain, and that's the part that guided me to the telephone.  After dialing the number for the Classified Department at the newspaper, I placed the ad.

I'm desperate.  Rita has to call me.  I have to do everything she wants, so she'll once again allow me to cum.

I want to cum.  I need to cum.  I have to cum!

The End