The Room

Three women give men what they want.

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Mrs. Baker, a plump, middle-aged woman, led Allison and Rachel into 
the darkened room, and turned on the light. The two teenagers stared 
in amazement.  A dozen naked men, bound and gagged and attached to 
ceiling hoists, lined the room.

  "This is our cock torture room," exclaimed Mrs. B.  "You can have a 
lot of fun in here!"

  "Where do you get them from?" asked Allison, her eyes bulging.  
Mrs. B. laughed.

  "Get them from?" she snorted.  "That's easy.  We have thousands of 
applicants.  Each of them pays five hundred dollars a day for the 
privilege of having his twinky tormented."

  "You mean they actually like it?" asked Rachel.

  "Well, they are fascinated by the idea of it, can't get it out of 
their heads.  Of course, the reality may turn out to be different 
from the fantasy. For one thing, the fantasy doesn't hurt!"  All 
three women laughed at that.

  "What do you actually do to their--twinkies?" asked Allison.

  "We have a full range of equipment," explained Mrs. B.  "Whips of 
various sizes.  Branding irons.  Clamps.  That's my specialty--I just 
love to get a clamp on a guy's cock and balls and twist till he 
screams for mercy, then give it another little twist!"

  "What's this for?" asked Rachel softly, holding up a cleaver.

  "Just what you think.  Only, I do't recommend it.  If you want to 
cut off a guy's cock, it's better to get some surgical training.  The 
surgical instruments are in there," she said, pointing to a cabinet.  
"If you use the cleaver, they bleed to death."

  "So what," replied Rachel grimly.

  "Darling!" said Mrs. B., "I love how your mind works.  But wouldn't 
it be more fun to let him live, and go around without his penis?"  
The women laughed again.  "But we only have two rules here. We always 
work naked, and we only torture a stiff cock."

  "Why is that?" asked Allison.

  "They must gaze on our vaginas, and contemplate their beauty, and 
the ugliness of their disgusting cocks.  And they must demonstrate 
their desire for what they are undergoing.  That makes it much more 
fun for us!"

  "Mmmm," said Allison, hefting a small cat-o-nine-tails.  "I've 
wanted to do this ever since I was a little girl."

  "Well then," replied Mrs. B., "Let's go to work."  The women 
quickly stripped.  Mrs. B. laughed.  "Look at that!  They've all got 
their eyes closed.  It'll do you no good, you naughty boys, we know 
how to stiffen you up!"  Kneeling in front of the nearest man, she 
took his penis into he mouth, quickly bringing it into erection.  
"Look at that," she cried, "For a cock hater, I'm a pretty good cock 
sucker!"  Then, her mood turned darker.  "When I was a little girl, a 
man put his big ugly dick into my mouth.  This is what I should have 
done!"  Taking the organ into her nouth again, she bit down on it, 
hard, again and again!  The man's screams could be heard through his 
gag. "That will teach you," she said, removing her mouth and wiping 
the penis blood from her lips.  "Now!" she cried to Allison, "Whip 
it!  Whip his big ugly cock!"  Needing no encouragment, the young 
girl lashed the organ repeatedly, while the women cheered.

  Rachel began masturbating with the handle of the cleaver.  "I can't 
stand it," she moaned.  "I've got to chop off a cock.  Please, please 
let me chop off a cock!"

  "Darling," replied Mrs. B. sympathetically, kissing the girl's neck 
and fondling her small breasts, "Of course you can.  I didn't mean to 
imply that you couldn't.  So what if we use up a few men?  The 
waiting list is months!"  Pressing her hand between the girl's legs, 
she exclaimed, "Why, you're dripping wet!  Well, I can hardly blame 
you.  I am too!"

  Taking the cleaver, she held it up.  "OK, fellows, we're going to 
have a little contest here.  The first cock to stand up gets 
chopped.  Who wants to be turned into a girl?  Who wants to be rid of 
his big ugly cock?"  To the surprise of Rachel and Allison, but 
apparently not to Mrs. B., a dozen cocks were pointing towards the 
ceiling!  "Hmmm," said Mrs. B., "It's hard to say which was first."

  "This one's the biggest," cried Rachel, "Let me have it.  Let me 
have it!"

  "OK," said Mrs. B., rolling out a small table.  There was a cutting 
board on top, to which she strapped the erect, throbbing penis.  "But 
my goodness, it's a virgin, not a mark on it.  Wouldn't you like to 
have some fun with it first? Those balls would make a nice pair of 
pin cushions--one for each of you."

  "No--no--I can't wait," replied Rachel.  She was masturbating again.

  "All right," sighed Mrs. B., "I know how exciting your first one 
can be.  Get ready."  She began kissing the young man, still gagged, 
on the neck and shoulders.  "Darling," she whispered, "We're going to 
cut off that big thing, and make you all smooth down there, like one 
of us."

  "We're not smooth, we're wrinkled," giggled Allison.

  "We know it's what you want," contined Mrs. B., or it wouldn't be 
all big and stiff."  She turned to Rachel.  "Now!" she cried," but be 
firm.  It's tougher than you think."  The trembling girl chopped at 
the base of the penis, rather tentatively, creating a partial wound.

  "Chop, damn it, chop!"  cried Allison.  "Cut it off, cut it all 
off!"  Rachel chopped again, firmly, severing the organ.  Blood 
flowed from the stump like a river.  Rachel quivered in an intense 
orgasm.

  Mrs. B. seized the still-warm penis, thrusting it into the 
nullified man's face.  "Here it is, you wimp, you faggot!  You were 
so proud because you had one and we didn't.  Now we have it, and you 
don't!"  But the man's eyes were already glazed in death.