The Dead of Night

“What do you want, Julie?” He examined his assailant, noting the dark, skin tight sweats that she was wearing. She had incredible hips, nice legs and, though he couldn’t see it with her facing him, had a well-rounded ass.

“Get up,” she whispered. He didn’t really have much of a choice, so he stood. He was wearing simple shorts and a T-shirt, as he often did when sleeping on the couch. She looked him up and down. “Take down your shorts and underwear.”

“Excuse me?” Dan said, almost too loudly. A look from her told him that he had better be quiet. “Why?” he whispered fiercely.

“Drop your fucking drawers, now,” she said through clenched teeth. He did so, but very hesitantly. She spoke as he did. “You take great pleasure in staring at me every chance you get. Well, I want an opportunity to return the favor.” She looked down at his groin, which was now covered by his hands. She smiled wickedly. “How quaint.” Then her smiled disappeared. “Now move your hands. Put them behind your head.” Slowly, grimacing, Dan moved his hands and put them up behind his head, exposing an erecting manhood. Julie watched with interest as it continued to grow to its seven inch height. “Turn around. I want to see all of you.” Dan was turning very red, as he turned himself 180 degrees. “Ooooo, nice ass,” Julie cooed softly. “Good, finish the circle.” Dan turned back to facing her, his ears burning in embarrassment. “Very, very nice.”

Through tightened lips, Dan whispered shakily, “Is that all this is about, Julie? Do you feel like you’ve made your point?”

She smiled that vicious smile again. “Oh, no, Dan. I’ve only just started to make my point. Now lay down on your back.”

He stared at her for a moment, and then she motioned her command again with the gun. Dan carefully sat down on the floor, and laid himself back, while Julie looked on impatiently, leaning on one hip. She stepped over and looked down at his face. “Now listen carefully, because I’m not saying this twice. I’m going to use you. I’m going to leave your hands free. If you fight to overtake me, I will shoot your dick off, and then I’ll kill your wife in front of you. Do you understand?” Dan nodded nervously. “Good. Now put arms over your head.” He did so. Julie stepped over the prone body and faced his feet. Then she settled down to her knees, straddling his chest. “This may get a bit uncomfortable, Dan. But frankly, I don’t give a shit.” She sat back on his face. Now he could see why she had worn skin-tight sweats, and he also discovered that they were remarkably thin, as though they had been worn for years. Julie was wearing no underwear, and so appeared to have just a second skin. As she settled herself onto Dan’s face, and maneuvered her pelvis, he realized that she had worn these pants for her benefit, not his. It took her a moment, and she was patient, as she worked her cheeks down around his nose, and got her vagina spread over his mouth. The pants were so thin that Dan could feel her pubic hair rubbing on his chin. He was certain that she could feel every bit of him, too.

Satisfied with her seat, Julie reached down and grabbed the stiffened shaft in her left hand, pulling it up and gripping it like the reins on a horse. “I’ll be done in a few moments,” she said. “Remember what I said.” She placed the muzzle of the gun to the base of his rock hard shaft to serve as a reminder. It was unnecessary. Dan’s greater concern right now was that his air supply was extremely limited, as he was able to draw in short breaths through the corners of his mouth. And even that looked to get more difficult as the pants materials conformed more to Julie’s body. “Now hold on,” she whispered caustically.” She began rocking herself back and forth on his face. Dan had seen the beautiful rear end coming towards him, and was now encompassed in this gem that was her backside, thighs, and groin. Now he was watching the beautiful curves rocking at close range, and feeling every inch of her, but at the same time was having a continually harder time breathing. Every time she rocked, she settled more of his face, her buttocks tightened a little more around the nostrils, and her vagina made a firmer seal over his mouth. She continued grinding onto his face, and at the same time, her grip tightened on the shaft, pulling back on it hard, causing no small discomfort to her ride. Dan’s hands went inadvertently to Julie’s bottom, pushing against it to gain some access of air. But she was stronger than he thought. He made a brief give to get one gasping breath, but she pushed back more firmly, and the thighs and cheeks squeezed almost to the point of crushing. He pushed harder, but it was to no avail. Her thighs had become iron, and the soft buttocks that he had so admired had become a vice. His hands relaxed, merely feeling the curves of the beauty that was apparently his bane.

All at once, Julie tightened, her grip on the penis made the head purple. Her butt, thighs, and vaginal lips squeezed mercilessly on Dan’s face, as she soaked herself in a violent orgasm. Dan felt the wetness drench the pants and his face, but thought for sure that he was going to pass into unconsciousness. He couldn’t breathe, and he felt like his gonads were being torn off. When Julie softened to slowly rocking on his face, and the muscles softening, Dan thought he would cry. His hands found give as they pushed, finding a scrap of air for his starving lungs. As the tightening subsided, though, he realized that his shaft was still rock solid, and he found himself hoping for an opportunity to release the buildup from this event. Julie lifted her bottom and rose to her knees. Dan stared at the marvelous rear end, now even more perfectly revealed in the material that had formed into her crack. He dimly realized that his hands were rested at the bottom of her cheeks. Julie let go of his manhood, and turned halfway to look Dan in the face. He was now taking deep breaths. “Was it good for you?” she asked casually. Dan came to reality, and stared at her, unable to speak. “Probably not as good as it was for me. But you seemed to enjoy yourself,” she intoned, patting his still stiffened manhood.” She smiled slyly, and then turned serious. “Now take your hands off my ass.”

Startled, he dropped his hands to the sides, as Julie stood up. Dan didn’t know what to do. One part of him was disappointed that she was finished; the other part was hoping that this ordeal was almost over. But he was deluding himself. “Now stand up, and pull your pants up,” she ordered quietly. She made no attempt to dry herself, or to cover herself, allowing Dan to stare at her saturated femininity, virtually completely revealed in the form fitting fabric. Dan stood shakily, and pulled his underwear and shorts up, regaining some small portion of dignity. He felt violated, embarrassed, used, and still a little scared.

“Embarrassed?” Julie asked. “Yeah, me, too. Every time I caught you staring at my ass. Feel violated? You don’t even know the meaning of the word.” Dan flushed very red. “Now let’s go for a walk.” Dan didn’t move, stunned by this new turn of events. “Get moving,” she said threateningly, waving the gun toward the door.

Dan, trying to formulate a plan, said, “Can I get my shoes on?” Julie had apparently anticipated that question.

“No, you won’t need them. Out the door, please. Any noise, and I’ll have to do you and your pretty little wife.” Dan walked hesitantly toward the door. Julie followed just a couple of steps behind. As they got to the door, Julie picked up a small leather pouch that Dan had not seen there before. Dan opened the door as quietly as he possibly could, and Julie followed him into the night air. Fortunately, it was fairly warm out, but he still wished he had something on his bare feet. They walked across the field, and into the woods, and Dan began picking his way more carefully, trying to avoid injuring his feet. Julie grew impatient. “Will you please get moving? I’d like to be done by morning.”

“Where are we going, Julie?” he asked aloud.

“Somewhere that we can finish your lesson.”

“I could run, you know.”

“I could shoot you, ya know. And then I would go back and kill your wife. But first, I would tell her about us, and this evening. Somehow, I think she’ll believe me. And that would be the last thing she heard. Now shut up and walk.” They walked in silence, with Julie training the gun on Dan’s back as he walked deeper and deeper into the woods. It was about 45 minutes before Julie finally said, “OK, that’s far enough.” They had walked about 2 ½ to 3 miles into the middle of nowhere.

Dan stopped and turned to face Julie. “What’s this about? You’ve made your point. I won’t stare at you anymore. Now why are we out here?”

“Really?” she asked. “You really think you could stop staring at me? And other women, as well? And what exactly do you think my ‘point’ is?” Dan was getting frustrated, and was about to answer, but Julie shook her head. “Don’t bother. I really don’t want to hear it. Now wrap your arms around that tree.” She pointed to a tree to her right, that rather large, but one that Dan could just get his arms around. He hesitated, and Julie cocked the gun. Obediently, he faced the tree and wrapped his arms around it, holding his own hands on the other side. Julie opened the leather pouch, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

As she clicked them around his wrists, Dan asked, frustrated, “What are you going to do? Leave me out here?”

Julie went back to her bag, as she replied matter-of-factly, “Yes.” Dan’s heart skipped a beat.

He thought rapidly. “Somebody will find me, Julie. And then I could tell them what happened.”

Julie put the gun in the bag, and pulled out a couple of other items. “Yes, you could.” She said it in that same calm, cool tone, and it sent chills up Dan’s spine.

“I could scream,” Dan said, trying to sound threatening, but starting to get scared.

Julie shrugged. “Go ahead.” She wrapped something around her waist, and now there was something at her right hip. She stepped up behind Dan, and tugged at the top of his shorts. Her right hand went to her hip, and she unsheathed a sharp hunting knife. Pulling the back of the shorts out, she put the blade inside and made short work of the fabric, cutting it down to the hole in the right leg. The broken shorts fell to the ground. She pulled the underwear out in the same manner, and slid the blade easily through the cotton briefs to the top of the right leg, dropping the rag to the ground around Dan’s left ankle. Dan started to squirm.

“Julie, this isn’t funny anymore. Let me go!” There was a tear in his eye.

“No.” Calm, cool.

Dan was desperately trying to stay calm. “OK, I get it. You leave me out here naked for someone to find me like this, to really humiliate me.” Julie smiled sweetly at him. She picked up a fairly large stick, about 2 inches in diameter, and began whittling the end of it. “What are you doing now, Julie?” Dan asked, his voice audibly shaking.

“Exactly what you think, Dan. I’m humiliating you.” She continued whittling, rounding off the end of the stick, so that it looked like a curve-ended spear. “I think that should do,” she said, examining her work. Julie stepped behind him again, and then set her left hand on the base of his rear. “Now do me a favor, and spread your legs a bit.” Suddenly it occurred to Dan what she was doing. Instinctively, he closed his legs, and squeezed his cheeks together. Julie simply shook her head. “Now, come on. I spread my legs for you. Fair is fair.” She tried to work the cheeks apart with her left hand, but Dan was squeezing furiously, praying that he could hang on against any further injustices. “I don’t really care if you fight, now, Dan. I’m going to finish what I’ve set out to do, and it’s not going to matter how much you cooperate. It will just hurt a bit more.” She set her log down, and unsheathed her knife again. “Since I’ve got your ass nice and tight,” she said, and didn’t hesitate. Rather, she set the blade against the skin at the left side of his left buttock and began to cut a line downward. Dan cried out in agony. He clenched tighter, involuntarily, as she made another downward stroke next to the other. A horizontal line was cut next by stabbing the knife straight into the buttock. She continued in this fashion across the bare round cheeks, writing in lines that were indelible the word “ASS” on the left cheek, and “HOLE” on the right cheek, all in capital letters. Dan screamed at the pain. He tried to move himself around the tree, but Julie was easily able to hold him to one spot as she worked. She finished, and Dan wept at the searing pain in his backside.

“NOW will you spread your legs for me?” Julie asked, in that same matter-of-fact tone. Dan gritted his teeth against the pain and clenched himself tight again. Julie shook her head. “Suit yourself.” She picked up her makeshift spear, which was now smooth on the tip, and spread a little something on it. Then she set the spear at the base of his bottom and poked the stick in between his legs. Once there, she began pushing the point up between the cheeks, fighting the desperate pinch of her prey. She worked steadily, not growing impatient, but rather setting the tip as far as she could, and then using her hands to help separate the stubborn buttocks. Despite his greatest efforts to squeeze and wiggle, Dan was losing the battle, and he knew it. Finally, Julie found the anus with the tip of her stick. Letting his tensed cheeks go, she turned the stick almost vertical, and began pushing upward. Dan let out a yell, as the tip inserted into his rectum went from the ½ inch tip to the full 2-inch shaft, which followed shortly. “See, now if you had just cooperated, I could have massaged your ass, and inserted this thing gently.” Dan didn’t want to hear gently. He innately tried to push the foreign object out, but Julie wouldn’t hear of it. He was also inadvertently spreading his legs to alleviate the pain, as she pushed it steadily deeper into him. She pushed until she had a solid 18 inches inserted, and knew that the colon was contorted beyond its ability to eject the missile. Dan was screaming now, as Julie set her left hand on his tailbone. “Hang on. This will hurt a little.” Pressing hard on his tailbone, Julie pulled the branch backward until it snapped, about 3 inches outside of his anus. Dan shrieked, feeling his opening tear, and his tailbone near breaking. Tossing the rest of the stick away, Julie pushed the rest up even further, until it was just barely hanging out. Dan had no strength or position to push against this invasion.

Julie then pushed Dan’s legs gently apart, spreading them to shoulder width. “You may be found, Dan. It’s possible. And this should be humiliating, just to think of how they’re going to find you. But maybe there will be mercy, and an animal will find you first. Now just one more thing, and then I’ll need to be going.” She pulled out her knife again. “I want a souvenir.”

Dan stopped crying to ask, “What are you doing, Julie?”

“Cutting your cock and balls off, Dan,” she answered casually. She was already reaching between his legs with her left hand and cupping the long loose member backward. Dan started to squeeze again, but found such a thing almost impossible because of the log in his rectum. He pleaded instead.

“Please, Julie. Let me have some shred of dignity. I’m going to have to live the rest of my life with this embarrassment. For God’s sake, Julie, please.”

“Dignity? You have no dignity. Dignity is carried with you always. It doesn’t dangle between your legs. Is dignity the way you treated me, and others, when you stared at us like grocery store meat? I don’t think so.” She encircled his package and worked a tight grip around the base of the shaft and testicles. “You’re right about one thing, though, Dan. You will live with this for the rest of your life. But don’t worry. I don’t suspect that will be as long as you’re dreading.”

Dan could do nothing to fight the cruelty taking place behind him. He merely cried, and pleaded, “Julie, please don’t. I promise I’ll never be a problem again. Please, Julie, you don’t need AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Julie had ignored the plea, and pulling the package taut and downward, set her hunting knife to the right of the package and began slicing. She knew she could have remove the entire package in one clean swipe, with the sharpness of the blade, but purposely drew slow, even strokes to prolong the removal. “You like that, do you? Good. I want to be sure that you get the full thrust of exactly how I feel about you.” Dan thought he would pass out from the pain, but such mercy eluded him. As the right testicle detached, he felt his stomach churn at the pain. And the blade continued. Desperation melted into longing for a conclusion. Julie worked the blade into the shaft, keeping the same steady pace. Dan was overcome with humiliation and powerlessness against his merciless attacker, and began yelling at her, cursing her for her ruthlessness. Julie just severed the penis and continued the blade into the strands holding the left testicle to his pelvis. Dan’s cursings slurred away into mumbled cries and tears, and then the blade took its final stroke, severing the final vestige of his manhood from him. The blood ran freely down his leg, as Julie removed her hands from between his legs, and showed him the severed package, to let the finality set in.

As she set it in a baggie she had brought along for this purpose, she spoke to her prey again. “In reality, you got everything you wanted. You wanted to get between my legs, you wanted some analization – I’m guessing. You wanted to have my hands between your legs, and I’m sure you wanted to ‘give it to me,’” she said snidely, holding up the closed baggie. She smiled, and put the baggie in her leather pouch. “Oh, and whether you thought so or not, I am to die for.” She chuckled a little. Dan continued weeping, scared at the thought of what was happening.

“Are you going to send someone to look for me?” he asked, knowing the answer already.

“No,” she answered, using the same cool, matter-of-fact tone that she had been using so adeptly to this point. “You will die, and more people will be happy than will weep.” She smiled again. She stepped over to his side, and whispered in his ear. “When they find you, they’ll find you for what you are. It is possible, however, that the foxes will find you first.” Then she kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks for the ride earlier. You have a good face.” She turned and walked into the woods, and Dan could do nothing but admire the beautiful form of the last human he would ever see.