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Two years later many things had changed at the small English private hospital. It's quiet, leafy location disguised the activities within - or more accurately - within the gelding wing. One by one the other nurses had been 'brought in' - sounded out after a few drinks and finally introduced to the after-work activities. Louise, the pretty, young and petite red-headed nurse had been the first; then Anna the Italian girl; next Brenda, the blonde nurse in her 30's; and finally Mrs Fisher herself - now a very youthful 40. As time progressed, Mrs Fishers sexual teasings of selected males in the gelding theatre had become blatant and unashamed. At a party at Karen's flat soon after, Karen had tactfully approached Mrs Fisher and was only mildly surprised to learn that she had strongly suspected that "certain things went on", and futhermore that she did not mind in the least. Her attitude had been that as long as the work was done, she did not mind if 'her girls' partook of "a few red-blooded pursuits" as she put it - with discretion. In a short while Mrs Fisher herself was 'partaking' - though only once a week or so. Her tastes were quite conventional - Karen would 'put aside' a man who was Mrs Fisher's type and normally on a thursday evening (her husband's darts evening) she would mount the man's trolley and without further ado would 'pound him' with her generous hips. The men would sometimes come in her - though she would try to avoid this by adjusting her rythm - the following day she would ensure that she personally was the man's sexual nemesis.
The other girls activities were far less conventional. Mrs Fisher's thursday evenings were mainly to relieve sexual frustration which resulted from her husband's obsession with his many puerile hobbies. Thursady evenings were infact relatively reserved affairs out of respect for Mrs Fisher - and contrasted strongly with 'girls nights'..... The 'girls' had become quite close despite their differing ages - each knew the others tastes - and many elaborate fantasies were enacted to please one particular girl or another in turn. Brenda enjoyed the 'baseness' of giving a man oral sex. Her kink was that the man musn't come in her mouth - after which she would expertly bring him to a conclusion - and after letting him jet once or twice into her mouth, she would bite down on his ejacualating penis, usually causing permanent damage to the man's organ. As he would be castrated the next day in any case, it didn't really matter. On some occasions she would accept the man's full offering - after which she would feign 'deep emotional upset' - one of the girls would comfort her while the others would enact cruel retribution upon the 'disgusting and typical sex-offender'. After perhaps a good beating by the often naked girls, the 'ejaculator' would frequently have his castration 'brought forward' - naturally his balls would almost always be crushed on these occasions in Karen's surgical clamp. Anna, a particularly hot-blooded Italian girl was never happier than when she had an erection inside her - she would often 'pound' a man for a very long time - though she was exceptionally skilful at orgasm denial - which in turn suited her desire for long sessions. She would 'regulate' the man by rythm control and carefully timed ball-squeezings. She would often apply strong elastic bands at the root of the sex-offenders erection to increase it's size and hardness and to make 'spillage' more difficult for him. A frequent 'game' she liked to play involved a long teasing-session with a strapped down male whilst she had a length of surgical cord looped around the root of his erection. Expertly sensing his ejaculation, she would pull violently on the cord - halting his ejaculation before any seed could escape. The penis would swell even larger in her, giving her the thrill she desired whilst his manhood suffered irreparable damage. When she dismounted the tied penis it would often look fit to burst, the veins like cords, and the length dark and purpled - and the viciously constricted root would usually be blackened with the internal bleeding her pulling had caused. Louise, the delicious petite red-head had her interests too. She had a small, almost ineffectual leather-thonged flail 'whip'. Her pleasure was to wear a skin-tight lycra leotard, or strip entirely naked, and then straddle the tied down man's face and 'flail' the man's chest and abdomen almost as a kind of work-out exercise. The actions would not be particularly painful to the man, but would rather be erotic. He would watch her petite, lithe body swaying this way and that - her sometimes naked crotch inches above his face - the intense concentration on her prety young face and the sheen of sweat appearing on her body as her 'work-out'progressed. Naturally the man would usually develop a full erection. When she had seen that the erection was fully hard she would stop, place her hands on her dainty hips and berate him, such as she did on one occasion when she was fully naked - "Look at you, I'm trying to punish you for your crimes against women and you display yourself to me like this - perhaps it isn't your chest I should be punishing - perhaps I should punish a more appropriate part of your anatomy. Maybe I should whip your balls? - while I still can," she had smirked on that occasion. "Tomorrow there won't be anything to whip where your balls used to be - you know that don't you! she had teased. The man groaned into his gag, unable to do or say anything. Louise had then lowered her naked crotch still further, above his bulging eyes. "I'm going to whip your manhood - your big hard-on and your worthless balls." She had paused for a short while, allowing his eyes to drink in the sight of her resplendent, moist and excited pudenda above him. "My, my - it isn't getting any smaller down there is it, infact I think it's geting bigger than ever - doesn't it know it's going to be punished", she said gyrating her hips slightly. He watched her hips sway as she brought the thongs down. His mind, filled with the vision of her lilly-white crotch with it's fine red pubic hair, was suddenly filled with a painful sting across the underside of his throbbing column which had been pointing almost directly at her coral-red pouting nether-lips, his cock literally leaking it's arousal onto his stomach. Again the thongs had come down. This whipping, on his sensitive sex-organs was quite effective. Sex and the magnificent sight above him began to leave his brain altogether - especially when a strike hit his lolling balls, causing him to buck uselessly in his tight straps. Strangely, his erection remained for a while - despite the growing number of red stripes appearing across it. It had finally deflated to Louise's satisfaction as she insistently kept up her assault on the helpless manhood. After quelling his erection she had concentrated on his balls for some time. The man, in a state of agony, and oblivious to all but the pain in his balls and penis, did not notice Louise masturbating herself above his pain-twisted features. As she reached her fulfilment Louise had dropped the whip and sagged forward onto him - her crotch resting on his agonised face. His entire genitals and the area around them were reddened and bruised - his balls a constant agonising ache - he spluttered for breath against her sodden, pungent crotch. Louise looked up and clasped his ultra-sensitive balls causing him to wince in pain - she felt for his spermatic cords and squeezed them firmly. Locking her athletic thighs around him and pushing her groin harder against his face, she breathed "Sex-offender!" and squeezed his battered balls as hard as she could - actually compressing them. The man bellowed into his gag, his muscles locked as the naked nurse utterly destroyed his balls. His castration the following day was hardly necessary anymore..... Continued in Part 8.
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