Indepenis Day

A frustrated  wife takes permenant action.

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							Indepenis 
Day


	Dirk had always liked sex, and had always wanted more than 
he could receive.  Not unlike any other normal hetero male his age, 
he fell for the false security and promised sexual abundance that 
only a proper marriage could offer.  The honeymoon ended way too 
soon and he found himself, as many of his male counterparts, on the 
verge of begging for an ounce of understanding and compassion.  
Unlike most, his shapely wife Debby possessed very little patience, 
and opted to terminate his continual sexual pressure immediately 
rather than developing the fine art of faking orgasms.  With the 
fourth of July holiday a few hours away and a promise to fulfill 
his fantasies, she stopped at the nearby Indian reservation and 
purchased some select, albeit illegal fireworks.
	With the forced patronage of the family reunion completed, 
the frustrated couple stopped at the home of trusted friends for a 
few drinks prior to returning to the strained loneliness of their 
home.  Dirk wanted to see the display from the park, but a sheer 
teddy and the alluring gestures of his lovely wife made him 
reconsider.  The tranquilizer she concealed in his drink was short 
term and when he awoke, he found himself effectively secured, naked 
and spread-eagle, on the supporting beams of the secluded back 
deck.  The main fireworks display was about to begin, and she had 
secured all but one of the lights in the two story home to assure 
both privacy and her viewing pleasure.  

	“Tonight is your Independence Day,” she cooed.

	“What,” he snarled, “I can’t move and I’m freezing my butt 
off - and you call this independence?”

	“Oh, it will be,” she purred, “And thanks for reminding 
me!”  She ripped off a strip of duct tape and applied it forcefully 
over his gasping mouth.  “You see, you’ll be free of that 
disgusting sex organ after tonight, and I can’t think of a nicer 
gift for all of the hassles you’ve given me over the past two 
years!”  He began to protest incoherently, but Debby merely smirked 
and turned her back.  

	As the first shell exploded high above them heralding the 
start of the display, Debby smiled to herself as she put on a pair 
of sunglasses and lit one of the sparklers she had laid out on the 
picnic table.  Being careful not to burn herself, she grasped his 
limp organ and massaged it to life by rolling the soft purplish 
crown between her cool fingers.  Due to the recent inactivity, 
Dirks manhood sprang to life almost immediately despite the knawing 
dread gripping his chest.  With his erection growing in her one 
hand, she quickly positioned the burning end of the sparkler to his 
meatus with the other and forced the scalding hot wire into his 
urethra.  Dirk felt every nerve ending along the length of his 
organ explode into searing pain, releasing the golden salty fluid 
from his bladder in an explosive stream that forced the sparkler to 
pop out.  Debby applauded with glee at the display, and quickly lit 
another.  His organ had shriveled substantially, but had enough 
integrity to allow her to jam the lit portion so deep into his meat 
that it burned a hole into his ball sack from inside.  Dirk 
screamed and twitched violently, as the sparkler continued to burn 
through his genitals.  The smell of sulphur and burning flesh was 
horrific, and they both began to choke on the fumes.  Fortunately, 
a soft breeze quickly cleared the air and dried the tears in their 
eyes. 
	Dirk sobbed mournfully as his groin continued to smolder, 
his singed pubic hairs occasionally flared briefly, while small 
gobs of melting flesh dripped in a pool between his trembling 
legs.  Tears rolled down his cheeks as his head rolled forward to 
view the carnage his lovely wife had so effectively wrought. One of 
his bloody gonads was still dangling from his groin along with some 
smouldering shreds of his once proud manhood. The will to resist 
had succumbed to the searing torture, and his desire to live was 
beginning to ebb.  Sensing his weakened resolve, Debby tore a long 
strip of duct tape and the placed an M-80 in the middle as she 
taped it to the bloody remnants of his genitals.  As she stood back 
and lit a match, she watched his eyes grow bigger with terror. 

	“This should alter your disgusting desires, and effectively 
eliminate your ability to father any more of your kind,” she stated 
triumphantly as she lit the fuse and then darted behind the kitchen 
counter in the darkened house.  His muffled scream was silenced by 
the explosion that splattered the remains of his groin and part of 
his abdomen across the cedar siding of the house with a deafening 
report.  Debby then calmly dialed 911 to report the accident.  It 
would be a busy night for the emergency rescue teams, but she was 
not without a few shreds of mercy!  She quickly set about cleaning 
the bloody spray from the surrounding areas with the garden hose, 
and wrapped his shocked body in a warm blanket.  Although Dirk 
would eventually recover, he would never be the same; his 
lovemaking was now guided by fear, and he would always hide in the 
closet on Independence Day.