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A Girl's fantasy comes true. I am the hostess of Fantasy Island. I always greet my guests at the pier. Today, there is only one. Her name is Elizabeth. She is beautiful, as we all are on this island. Long blonde hair, a shapely body, big breasts, and long slim legs. But she is very depressed. You can tell from a mile away. She does not need the drink we serve our guests when they first set foot on Fantasy Island. She needs a hug. I went up to her, give her a big hug and ask her: "What do you want for your fantasy?" "Justice" she said. I normally do not invite guests to my cottage. But Elizabeth is different. She needs a little extra compassion. I pour her a glass of wine and ask her to tell me the whole story. "There is little to tell. I left the party and went for a walk on the beach. It was a lovely night. He came out of nowhere and raped me. The cops could not find him. They told me I was the fourth woman raped in that way. He picked a different beach each time." She is crying. I hold her in my arms, stroke her lovely hair. Her tears flow freely, wetting my dress. "You will have justice." We are at the Court the following day. I wait until everyone is seated. Then I say: "Bring in the defendant." The bailiff, Jennifer, my beautiful girlfriend (although nobody in the courtroom knows), brings him in, his hands cuffed behind him. Tonight, in bed, I must ask her how it feels to have him locked up. I can hardly tear my eyes off her firm chest. She stands off to one side, out of my view, so that she does not distract me. She knows. A rape trial is serious business. A distracted judge is unacceptable. I look at the court reporter, Mimi. She is so prim and proper in her tight pencil skirt. But she is rumored to be wild in bed. The accused looks around - when he sees the people in the courtroom, he cannot hide his fear. He cannot hide his arousal either. He feels many female eyes upon him – they devour his broad manly chest in his tight fitting blue prison shirt. Mimi smirks to herself – she simply knows he is guilty – she decides to try and view the castration. She wants to see his manhood before it is removed – she wonders if he will become excited before it happens. God, she would like to do it herself – to hold his large excited manhood in her hand and hold the knife in her other hand. She would like to tease him a lot before bringing the sharp blade against his bulging organs for the final cut…. I know both the prosecutor and the defense attorney well. Rebecca, the prosecutor, is good. She knows how to present a convincing case, even out of evidence I consider weak. She has fought Victoria, the defense attorney many times. Victoria is the best defense lawyer I know. She can take the smallest doubt and blow it up. They know each other well. They are rivals in fashion. They always make it a point to dress in well-tailored suits, which show off their beautiful bodies perfectly. Elizabeth sits behind Victoria. Victoria seems to be letting Rebecca off lightly today – perhaps she does not like defending this rapist whose guilt seems certain. I look at the jurors. Three of them are members of my health club, although I have never spoken with them before. Jenny runs. Tina swims. Camille attends the aerobics class with her girlfriend. Joanne is a beautician who works in a saloon across the street. My hairdresser just moved to another city. Maybe I will go see her next week. I have seen Lisa many times. Her boss is a lawyer who works in the courthouse. Angie is stunningly beautiful. She is a model. If I can have my way, I prefer not to have her in my courtroom. She distracts me. Jennifer may pick it up and get jealous. The rest of them: Angie, Donna, Janet, Stephanie, Linda, and Kimberley, I do not know. Surveying them from the bench, I think they are all very beautiful. The trial goes smoothly. The most important witness was Officer Tiffany. She made the arrest. "I was on beach patrol. I heard screams. So I ran over there. I saw the defendant on top of the victim. She was fighting. I could see her legs moving vigorously, trying to push him away. I saw the torn dress." "What did you do next?" asked Rebecca, the prosecutor. "I kicked his balls. Then I handcuffed him." "I would like to introduce the victim’s torn clothes as evidence." Said Rebecca, the prosecutor. The dress was torn. The bra was pulled apart. Everyone gasped. "How did the jury find?" "We find the defendant guilty of rape." "The defendant will be sentenced next week." That night, as hostess of Fantasy Island again, not the judge, I invite Elizabeth to my cottage for dinner. She is relieved. She hugs me tightly. "It feels so good to see him convicted. I don’t know how you caught him. The cops tried. They really did. But no luck. Thank you so much. Let’s not talk about it any more. I do not want to influence you in sentencing." I am the judge again. The defendant is again brought in. This time, only the prosecutor, the defense lawyer, the court reporter Mimi, my girlfriend Jennifer the bailiff and Elizabeth are there. Elizabeth sits on the bench in the far corner. And the rapist. "According to the law of Amazonia, I sentence you to be castrated for committing the crime of rape. Both you cock and balls will be cut off. You have fifteen days to appeal." I always get aroused when I hand down the castration sentence. I hide it well. Jennifer is the only one who notices. She has already rebuked me twice for getting horny when I sentence men to be castrated. On Fantasy Island, time can move fast or slowly. It feels like a few seconds, but the rapist has exhausted his appeals. His castration is certain. According to Amazonian law, the victim is allowed to witness the punishment. She can bring up to three persons with her. The law says nothings about how the castration is to be carried out. So, the prison warden can do it any way she likes to. Elizabeth asks me to go with her, as a friend. I am not a judge any more. This is the first time I will watch a castration, although I have sent five rapists to the castration chamber before. The prison warden is Kelly. She greets us at the front gate (Mimi the reporter is also there – now wearing very tight fine corduroy trousers and a tight light-blue T-shirt) and brings Elizabeth, Mimi and I directly into the castration chamber. I cannot help noticing how well Kelly looks at about forty-five. I hold Elizabeth lightly. She needs someone to comfort her. The law allows the victim to prescribe the precise method of castration. Elizabeth tells Kelly just do her job her way. So we do not know what to expect. Two female guards bring him in, a shapely brunette in her late twenties and a teenage redhead who looks very young. Mimi gasps out loud. We are shocked - he is totally naked, his hands cuffed behind his back. His big cock is hard and fully erect – it is actually reddened and throbbing. He has a tight leash on his large balls – it causes them to balloon out slightly. I notice that there are marks on his cock – scratch-marks they look like, or possibly bite-marks……? The teenage redhead holds the leash and drags him in. She is careless of any discomfort she may cause him – she seems excited by her power over him. The guards are dressed in the smallest bikinis I have ever seen. It hardly covers their breasts and pussies. They are very attractive girls and obviously keep themselves fit. They strap him tightly to the gelding bench. His big pulsing cock sticks straight up in the air – the foreskin is drawn back – the purpled head glistens and throbs. Kelly puts her lips close to my ear and says: "I let the guards have fun whenever there is a castration. It is the best motivation for doing a good job. We always give them a little medicine to get hard before we cut it off." Then she bites my earlobe lightly. She is very aroused. I am getting aroused. So is Elizabeth, although she has mixed feelings. She just wants justice. But the scene is getting to her. She tries to control her excitement. But she is losing. Mimi stares all the while – it is also her first ‘viewing’. I notice that Mimi’s nipples are protruding visibly under her tight T-shirt, and I can’t help wondering if her knickers are damp – or if she is even wearing any. I am certainly not. The guards touch him lightly. They kiss and fondle each other’s breasts. They brush his cock with their long hair. He thrusts his hip up unconsciously, trying to rub his cock against them. The guards are very skillful. They never let him have a hard rub. The poor guy. He is watching two beautiful women make love and getting a hard on he can lose only one way. I suddenly glimpse the castration equipment under the gelding bench, shiny knives and metal bowls – I catch my breath with excitement. Kelly wraps her arm around me. She is licking my ear again. "Are they going to let him come a last time?" I ask in ignorance. "Of course not. The penalty for letting him come is severe. They will lose a months pay." Elizabeth’s breath is ragged. I hope that she will totally lose control of herself, but if she walks out, I have to follow her. I want to join Kelly, the guards and hopefully Mimi and Elizabeth in an orgy. I am sure there will be one as soon as the cock is off. The guards are masturbating each other now. Then, unexpectedly, the older brunette climbs onto the low bench and presses her pussy against his cock. The thin, transparent material of her G-string both inflames and contains his passion. The thin lace separates his cock from the intense pleasure of the hot tight pussy. He thrusts. But she skillfully pulls back, keeping rhythm with him, letting his cock head touch her only lightly. After several minutes, the young redheaded guard gets her chance to do it. I am amazed by their skill. "They have lots of practice." Kelly says. "This is the fifth time we’ve brought him in here. We never let him come." Once, the young redhead misjudges, however, and his now violently hard cock-head thrusts briefly into her – pushing the almost non-existent material into her heavenly portal a good inch or more. She gasps - and so does Mimi - he arches his back and moans loudly as he finally feels the hot wetness of a woman – albeit through the thin gauze-like material. She seems to pause there for several seconds, her sweet young mouth open in mock-horror as she looks down at his strained features and heaving sweating chest. She pulls back and the violently hard cockhead slips back out – brushing the outline of her swollen, now excited lips as it does so. Mimi looks as if she would like to get actively involved – in fact she is very turned on and dark, cruel fantasies are filling her mind. She imagines herself naked and grinding her soaking wet pussy on his face while the guards tie up his erection and balls - sharp knives and other cruel instruments hovering close to his helpless excited organs. She imagines his come escaping moments before his castration, and spurting like a fountain up onto her breasts – the force stinging her nipples as he gives his last manly ‘salute’ to her womanly charms. In her fantasy, she shouts to the guards, “Cut him, cut him – cut the rapist bastard” as the steel touches his flesh. And experiences the orgasm of a lifetime as she sits heavier still onto his face - careless as to whether he suffocates or not – and watches his unmanning at the hands of two beautiful virtually naked girls even as he is still coming. Mimi’s sexual daydream snaps back to reality as finally, the older brunette grabs his throbbing cock and massages it teasingly. He is in heaven, enjoying the hand job. His head turns and he stares at Mimi’s lovely figure in her tight pants. He cannot see, but Mimi’s is wearing skimpy red knickers and they are wet with excitement. The young redhead removes her tiny bra-top to reveal her small firm breasts, and begins licking his chest and belly, occasionally biting him. Her barely covered crotch periodically hovers close to his face as she does so, and he can smell her excitement clearly. He is moaning. He is trembling. He is also desperate. His orgasm is imminent. He closes his eyes in pre-orgasmic pleasure. The brunette takes out the knife hidden under the bench and exchanges eye contact with Warden Kelly. I notice that the brunettes g-string has now almost disappeared and worked its way between her obviously excited sex-lips which has caused them to ‘pout’ either side of the string. Her much larger breasts are barely contained by her tiny bra. The knife is close to the root of his now huge-looking erection. The young redhead bites his chest again and her nipples brush his chest as she does so, he groans and will come any moment – and Warden Kelly nods. I hold my breath in excited anticipation and – whoosh, a fountain of blood instead. The big pulsing cock comes off in her hand. Mimi claps with shock and excitement. He bucks in his straps but can do nothing. Then the teenage teaser takes another knife and slowly cuts off the big come-filled balls. A sexy young doctor comes in to take care of the wound. The guards come to us, bringing the cock and balls. They put them in a box. By law, the victim owns them. All five of us are not under control. Kelly opens another door and leads us into a room with a big bed. We have an orgy that lasts for hours. I am the hostess of Fantasy Island. I always see my guests off at the pier. Today, there is only Elizabeth. She wraps her arm around my waist as we walk towards the pier; possessively clutching the box containing the rapist’s neatly preserved manhood. "How can I thank you? I came here wanting only justice and you gave me that. And you let me live out three other fantasies." "Three extra fantasies?" I am surprised. "Yes, three extra ones. I have always wanted to make love to a woman. I have always wanted to have an orgy. I just did not have the nerve to do it. You set me free to do it. And I have always wanted to watch a castration. You gave me that. Now I wonder what it is like to actually do it myself." I knew Elizabeth would be our guest again very soon… and next time I would let her ride the prisoner before it was done.
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