County Trunk by Felix

County Trunk

Bob sat at a table in the breakfast room of the hotel munching coffee and doughnuts, a road map spread out on the table before him. Since taking his traveling sales job ten years ago right out of college he enjoyed taking the scenic route when his schedule allowed it and this July morning was shaping up into a beautiful, though hot, day. The county roads that wound through the hilly picturesque Wisconsin countryside would get him to his next appointment in plenty of time and would far more relaxing than the roar and bustle of the summer freeway.

He swigged down the last of his coffee, gathered up his things and hit the road. A short stretch of freeway got him to the state highway that in turn led to the meandering county trunk road. It was about mid-morning when he came up on the turn-off to his intended route and found the way blocked by construction barriers and the road closed. He slowed down a bit to look wistfully down the tree shaded lane and noticed a group of construction workers sitting under a nearby tree. He noted that they were all women, suntanned and muscular.

"Sign of the times," he said to himself and began to swing his car around to head back to the freeway. One of the women, a tall blond in short cutoff jeans, tee shirt and heavy work boots saw him and waved him down.

She walked up to the car as Bob rolled down the window.

"We're just finishing up here. We planned to take down the barriers after our break but I'll let you through now," she said.

"Thanks," said Bob and he drove through the opening she made for him, waving again in appreciation.

"Have a good one!" he heard her say as he passed.

What he didn't see was her reaching into her pocket for a cell phone and making a quick call then giving a wicked smirk as his car disappeared around a bend in the road.

The road wound along a stream through a valley bordered by rolling hills. Small quaint farms dotted the landscape. Bob cruised along at an unhurried pace, the window open, smelling the fragrance of roadside flowers and fresh hay.

To his surprise he heard a siren behind him and looked in the rear view mirror to see a police motorcycle gaining on him fast with lights flashing. He had, if anything, been going less than the speed limit. He shrugged and pulled over as the officer came up along side and cut in front of him onto the narrow shoulder of the road then dismounted from the cycle doffed helmet and walked back toward the car.

He saw it was a large, tall woman with short dark hair. She wore a black leather outfit and knee high jack boots. Though heavy set she was shapely, full breasted and broad hipped and the leather riding suit fitted her voluptuous curves tightly. She approached the car and stopped facing him a few feet into the road. Her face was not unattractive though coarse featured and wore what seemed to be a permanent look of arrogant, cheerful cruelty

Bob was an athletic sort, a trim six footer, well muscled and lean. The cop was taller than he was even without her boots and carried herself with a grace that belied her hefty figure.

"Is there a prob--"

"Out of the car!" she cut him off sharply and put her hand on a nightstick that hung from her belt.

He shrugged again and opened the door, reaching for his wallet. He extended his hand, holding his license and she grabbed his arm and spun him around with a surprising strength, bellying him over the hood of the car. His hands were cuffed behind him before he could protest and then to his shock he felt her unbuckle his belt and yank his pants down to his ankles. She expertly wrapped and twisted his belt tight to bind his feet together and then hustled him around the front of the car. He felt a tug on his shirt collar and then heard a ripping sound as she tore it down the back and left the shreds of it hanging from his cuffed wrists. He was now practically naked.

There was a shallow, grassy slope of about ten feet that fell away from the road to a flat area before a fence and a hayfield. She shoved him forward to the edge of that slope. He felt something stiff between his knees and then a sharp blow came upward between his legs to hit his groin, doubling him over in agony. He felt a foot on his behind that gave him a hard shove and sent him rolling down the short slope to the bottom of the ditch.

He lay moaning for awhile from pain of the blow but then recovered and squirmed to his knees and turned to face his assailant who stood on the shoulder of the road in front of the car. To his amazement and fright he saw that she had slipped out of her leather breeches and was now naked from the waist down except for her boots and a pair of black panties which she was even then in the process of removing. She stepped deliberately out of her underpants placed them under the heavy leather pants she had lain on the hood of the car, seemingly to ensure that they would not blow away on the breeze while she went about her work and would be there when she had finished.

The tails of a white blouse dangled below the short leather jacket she still wore. She tied them off about her waist to keep them out of her way, drew her nightstick from her belt, rubbed the thick black triangle of hair between her thighs fondly and stepped down the slope toward Bob with a wicked gleam of anticipation in her eyes. He feared the stick but somehow he knew her ultimate weapon was in the thick thatch between her thighs.

He made a pathetic attempt to escape by hobbling away but she strode forward and tripped him, sending him sprawling on his face. He felt a sharp whack from the stick across his buttocks and then she rolled him on his back with her foot and gave him a knock across his knee that dizzied him with agony and took most of the fight out of him. She reached down and grabbed him by the hair, pulled him up onto his knees before her and pulled his face toward her crotch while thrusting her hips forward.

Just then there was the sound of a car coming down the road from the direction Bob had been going. His captor stopped and pushed him away, turning to look over her shoulder. The car was a black limo with tinted windows. It pulled to a stop in the road. Bob pulled away from her grip and moved back a step.

"Okay you fat bitch," he said. "It looks like you're caught with your pants down, so to speak. I don't know who the hell you think you are but I'll see that you pay for this."

The rear side window of the limo rolled down half way revealing the green eyes and auburn hair of a woman.

"Is everything under control sergeant?" she asked.

"No problem judge. I'll have him subdued shortly and he'll be before your court first thing tomorrow."

"Excellent! Keep up the good work!"

The window rolled back up and the car drove off.

Bob cringed as the malevolent stare of the big woman turned on him.

"You were saying?" she sneered.

Bob reeled away in another futile attempt to flee, was tripped as before, tumbled headlong on the grass. The beating was longer this time, with blows raining on his buttocks and thighs and then each elbow, sending him in a stupor of pure agony. Not satisfied she rolled him unto his back once more and gave each knee a whack and then finished with a hard one to the balls.

She stood back and let him lie there awhile moaning and dizzy. Presently she stepped forward and placed a foot on each side of his head. He looked up the length of her hefty thighs to the dense black bush that hid her sex. She leered down at him and lowered herself so her cunt was inches from his face and spread out a bit so he could see the dangling pinkish labia, the black pit of her vagina and the brownish puckering of her anus. Her scent was pungent in the summer heat. With a snarling sound she grabbed his hair and yanked his face upward into her wet crotch.

"I expect to come quickly if you don't want any more," she growled.

Bob reached out with his tongue to taste her oozing loins, probing desperately to find the secret of her pleasure. He plied his tongue about her labia, up her vagina and over her clit seeking to mollify her rage. She clutched his hair painfully and rubbed his face about her throbbing snatch, finally guiding him to the swollen orb of her clit, now turgid and pulsing, ready for her climax. Half a minute of his desperate ministrations served to ignite her. She gave a sharp exhalation between clenched teeth and then threw her head back with a bestial cry of satisfaction as orgasm convulsed her.

Her body relaxed and her knees buckled. She dropped forward so she sat astride his face her full bulk bearing down and forcing him to fight for breath as her great sucking cunt engulfed him. She stayed thus for a minute or two allowing the spasms of pleasure to subside.

Then she rose to her feet and pulled Bob up to his knees by his hair. She dragged him over to where the ditch sloped upward, turned her back to him, dropped to her knees with her broad behind thrust toward his face as he knelt there. She reached back and pulled his face between her big cheeks, directing his mouth to the center where her rank brown anus puckered and twitched in anticipation.

"Get your tongue in there and get busy," she hissed. "I'll tell you when to stop."

He extended his tongue but recoiled instinctively at the sharp, foul taste of her. The stick whipped around to strike his elbow again in warning and he steeled himself and pressed forward between the great fleshy mounds.. His tongue felt the folds and creases of her foul blossom and dislodged dried flakes of her feces that had escaped the last wiping. She relaxed herself and his tongue slid up into her dark passage to taste the soft lining of her rectum. She sighed in enjoyment and dropped her stick to free her hand for rubbing hard on her clit. He felt her sphincter contract hard upon his tongue as another climax surged through her. She fell forward on her belly and her fell with her afraid to take his tongue from her hole without her leave.

She lay breathing deeply for a few minutes, then rolled over, stood up and faced Bob again. This time she pushed him over backward until she again squatted over his up turned face.

"Thirsty?" she asked with a mock solicitousness. "Well open your mouth!"

Bob knew what was coming and his mind reeled in revulsion but he now knew better than to defy her in the least. He threw open his mouth just as a liquid hissing sound came from her loins and a golden cataract spilled from her filling his mouth to overflowing. There was no need to tell him what the consequence of spilling even a drop would be so he gulped down her pungent nectar as fast as it flowed. When finished she made him suck the last drops from her bush.

Finally she stood and walked back up the slope to the motorcycle. She radioed to someone about picking up a prisoner along that road and slipped back into her panties and pants, tucked them into the tops of her boots, sat on the hood of the car and lit up a cigarette.

In a few minutes a van came down the road from the direction of what must have been a town. Two buxom young female cops got out. One was a blonde, the other a redhead. They wore light blue blouses, brief navy blue shorts and high black jackboots. Their hair was cut severely short. They walked up to the sergeant who still sat on the car smoking her cigarette contentedly.

"Take him in and throw him in a cell for the night," she told them. "Prepare him for trial first thing in the morning and bring him to the courtroom."

Bob was half carried, half dragged from the ditch and tossed rudely into the back of the van. He lay on the hard steel floor of the van being bounced and rolled about as it sped down the winding road. The blonde drove and made no effort to limit the jouncing. If anything she seemed to take the curves hard and steer into bumps to make sure his ride was rough.

After about ten minutes the van slowed and turned into a drive leading toward a large red brick building with a spire. It drove into an underground garage and stopped before a gray steel door. The cops disembarked and opened the rear door. They jumped inside, dragged Bob out and jostled him through the door into the building and slammed it behind them. Just inside the door they stopped. They were in a large foyer with another door opening from the other end of it. One of the women went through a closet door that also opened off the foyer and emerged holding a set of shackles and a chain leash about six feet long with a kind of padlock at the end. He was put into the shackles, which bound his wrists to his sides and manacled his ankles. The sergeant's cuffs were removed and his pants stripped from around his ankles. Then the padlock end of the leash was slipped around his scrotum above the balls and tightened with a click, stretching his sack tight and locking his balls in an iron, inescapable grip.

"I have rights!" Bob protested. "Don't I get a phone call?"

The redhead looked at him scornfully and slapped his face hard fore and backhanded, then flicked downward with her fingertips against his stretched out ball sack. The pain doubled him over and put an end to any thought of rights.

Wordlessly the two women turned toward the farther door, one of them holding the leash, yanked him along by his fruit. They opened the door and led him through into a long corridor. The walls and floor were cold concrete and the doors were steel with small grates mounted a eye level. The women set a brisk pace down the hall, forcing him to hobble along behind as he was tugged roughly by his testes. They reached a cell at the far end on the left, opened it and shoved him inside. The leash was left clamped on him. The door slammed and he heard footsteps retreating into the distance. Silence fell.

Bob was aching from his beating, confused and terrified. His treatment at the hands of his captors had been callously cruel and arrogant to the point of denying his very humanity.

He looked about the dimly lit cell. There was a thin pad on the floor, apparently to serve as a bed and a steel toilet mounted to the wall at the far end of the room. Otherwise the cell was cold and empty.

He knee walked to the sleeping pad and collapsed upon it exhausted. Sleep fell over him despite his terror and the world went black.

He awoke to the sound of the cell door's lock being opened and the two cops entered. The blonde grabbed the leash and tugged him to his feet. They led him from the cell into the hallway and through a door at the far end.. Another hall ran at right angles. They turned left and strode down the corridor, again at a speed that made him struggle to keep up on his hobbled legs. The blonde pulled roughly on his balls with a cruel disregard when he fell behind.

He was taken to a shower room where he was sprayed with painfully hot water, scrubbed down and shaven with a straight razor. Then he was led upstairs to the court.

The door was opened and he was led into an old, stately courtroom with rich oak woodwork and a black granite floor. There was a center aisle that led between rows of seating for spectators. The seats were about half full, all the spectators were women.

On the bench straight ahead was an auburn haired woman with green eyes. Obviously this was the same woman who had driven by during his arrest. She was full figured with a wide sensuous mouth and she wore a black judicial robe.

To the right was a jury box where sat twelve women of various ages colors and sizes.

At tables before the bench on each side of the aisle stood two women. They turned to face him as he was led forward. One was a tall, slender black woman with a short Afro cut, the other a white brunette with hair tied up above her head in a severe bun. Both were well dressed in professional attire, gray flannel pin stripe jackets, short matching skirts, net stockings. black stiletto pumps.

There were no men anywhere.

Bob was led before the judge and forced to his knees by his two escorts, who remained standing on either side of him. The judge looked down upon him with righteous contempt.

"What is the charge Madame Prosecutor?" she asked.

The black woman stepped from behind her table and approached the bench.

"Reckless driving, attempted sexual assault of an officer and resisting arrest your honor," she said.

This was too much for Bob. "What are you bitches talking about? I was driving along minding my own business..."

He felt a sharp blow to the back of his neck that felled him face down to the floor. A booted foot was pressed down on the back of his neck and he was held that way while the proceedings continued.

"The prisoner will be silent!" shouted the judge, rapping her gavel.

"Have you any witnesses Madame Prosecutor?"

"Just the arresting officer your honor," she said.

The sergeant was called to the stand and sworn, then asked to give her account of the incident beside the road.

"I observed the subject driving recklessly down County Highway DS heading in the direction of the village. I pursued and managed to force him to pull over. When I approached the car he jumped out and attacked me quite viciously, tearing at my clothing and squeezing my breasts. It was all I could do to subdue him but I finally managed to restrain him, then called for backup and had him taken to jail."

Bob's mind reeled in anger and confusion at this distorted account of his arrest. Here he was alone in a strange place and helpless in the clutches of women who obviously had an agenda for him that was most unpleasant.

"Does the defense counsel have any questions?" asked the judge.

Bob felt a twinge of hope. They had appointed a lawyer for him!

"Nothing, your honor," said a woman that he guessed to be the brunette at the other table. His heart sank.

"The prosecution rests, your honor."

"Ladies of the jury have you reached a verdict," asked the judge.

Bob lay there under the boot his breath taken away by the swiftness of the injustice being dealt out to him.

Twelve female voices answered in unison: "Guilty!"

"The prisoner will rise," he heard the judge say.

The boot was lifted and a hand took his hair and yanked him back to his knees.

"Sentencing recommendations will now be offered by counsel," the judge went on.

The prosecutor stepped toward the bench and addressed the judge.

"This is a classic and all too typical case of testosterone dementia your honor. Castration and a life term on the work farm seems an appropriate penalty."

A rush of terror swept over Bob and he broke out in a cold sweat at the casual way his cruel fate was being decided.

His "lawyer" now approached the bench to offer her recommendation.

"Although slight, I see a chance of rehabilitation in this prisoner. I believe he should be afforded the opportunity to redeem himself and take his rightful place under the domination of the superior gender and serve his betters as is proper. I suggest a conference in chambers with the judge and counsel where the prisoner may make his case for mercy from the court."

"Very well," said the judge. "Bring him to my chambers."

The judge left the bench and walked through a door behind it. The two lawyers followed her. Bob was led into the chamber by the two cops and placed on his knees before the judge's desk. The cops left the room and the lawyers sat in arm chairs on either side of him.

The judge sat at her desk looking at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye that was so different from her stern demeanor in court.

"Come around my desk!" she commanded.

Bob knee walked around the left end of the desk and when he turned the corner he saw she had swiveled her chair to face him and had her robe hiked up above her waist. She wore nothing underneath except her stockings and garters. Bob hesitated.

"Come here!" she ordered and he approached with trepidation. When he was in reach she grabbed his hair and pulled his face down to within inches of the lush thatch of reddish dark hair that covered her loins.

"We are here to decide whether or not you keep your balls. You will now serve each of us in our turn. I suggest you treat us as goddesses who have you at their mercy and can take your balls at a whim because to you that is what we are. If you pleasure us satisfactorily your precious fruit may yet hang there awhile longer."

With that she pulled him down into her cunt. He reached out his tongue seeking only to please, whimpering abjectly as he tasted the salty tang of her womanhood. She was wet and eager and soon tugged his face upward to where her rampant clit waited. He lavished his caresses upon it, desperate to provide the ecstasy that might save him. She came with a sudden rush of breath, her ample thighs clamping together on his head. He kept his tongue working and she convulsed through several more brutish climaxes before she shoved him away.She dug her shoe heel into his chest and pushed him backward.

"What are you waiting for? Get over here!" he heard the Prosecutor say.

He turned to face her and saw her leaning back in the chair with her skirt up and her legs spread out and draped over the arms. She too wore no panties. Her thatch was trimmed neatly into a black triangle and her mount was shaven, exposing the pink lips edged in black and the brownish hood of her clit. Her anus was a black vortex between her finely shaped cheeks.

He half fell on his face in his desperation to reach her and mollify her annoyance with him. He face dived into her crotch and she took hold of his hair, pushed his head downward and lifted his hips so his tongue touched her asshole. Her desire was obvious and he ground his tongue into the wrinkled orifice. He felt her give and his tongue slipped inside. He wriggled it about vigorously and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure and a clamping down on his tongue. She kept him busy there for what seemed like forever but finally she shifted her hips forward and guided him to her clit to signal that she was ready to take orgasm. Her erectile tissues were engorged to the point where her clit was embedded in a mass of hardened flesh.

"Hard!" she hissed and he ground his tongue upon her with urgent force. Her body jerked and spasmed as her orgasmic tension mounted. Her body shuddered then whipped about in the chair maniacally as cries of animal pleasure were ripped from her. With a deep sigh she relaxed and pushed him away.

Bob wasted no time. He turned to his lawyer and found her ready to receive him and also impatient. She knelt backward in the chair presenting her sumptuous behind to his face. Her thatch was full and thick between her thighs and a ring of fine hair surrounded the brown bud of her anus. He knew by now what was expected and he dug his tongue in deep as she pressed backward to meet him. With one hand she reached back to grab his hair and pull him tightly between her cheeks and with the other she worked her clit hard. Her anus suddenly clenched and twitched and she climaxed intensely, bucking and bouncing in the chair shrieking "yes! yes!" until she collapsed and slid off the chair unto the floor.

She stood up, dragged Bob back to kneel before the desk then sat back down in her chair primly smoothing her hair and clothes. All three women had now composed themselves and regained their official bearing. The judge asked the lawyers to evaluate Bob. They were both undecided and so was the judge. They decided a public referendum would be needed to decide his fate. They returned to the courtroom, the prosecutor leading Bob along by his balls and the judge made the announcement.

"We have elected to submit the fate of this prisoner to a public vote. At sunrise tomorrow the prisoner will be led from the courthouse to the town square where he will be chained in place. All citizens who wish to participate in the polling may, at their convenience, visit the square and require the prisoner to serve their pleasures in what manner they may so choose. Each citizen may then, in accordance with her satisfaction, cast her vote as to whether the prisoner shall be castrated or allowed to keep his testes and remain on probationary status indefinitely."

The defense attorney spoke: "As your honor is aware, another prisoner who has failed in his efforts at rehabilitation is scheduled to be castrated this very evening. The prisoner might benefit from observing this punishment being carried out in order to motivate him to reform."

"So be it" said the judge. She rapped her gavel and the proceeding was closed.

Bob was led back to his cell and shoved back inside. He lay in the dark in a state of mixed relief and dread. He had been reprieved but now faced the prospect of being forced to service all the women in town on the same day but still might after all sacrifice his manhood. And soon he would be forced to witness the cruel fate of one most likely no different than himself who had one day been seduced by the scenic beauty of County DS.

The door to his cell was opened all too soon and his keepers rousted him and led him off down the hallway. They turned right this time and led him to a winding staircase that led deep into the building. They entered a circular chamber about forty feet across. In the middle of the chamber was a large wooden table about two feet high. Straps and restraints depended from it and in its center was a raised triangular wooden block about six inches high a foot long and four inches wide at the base. A large hole was drilled through it near the bottom and a wide leather belt passed through the hole.

To the right, set up as a sort of amphitheater were about twenty large leather chairs on two tiers, set up in such a way as to provide each with a good view of the table. Each chair had a U-shaped indentation in the center of the seat.

Directly across the chamber was a wooden pillory set up on a wooden platform about the same height as the table. Bob was led to the pillory and made to mount the platform on his knees. The pillory was opened and his head was pushed through. There was a click and his neck was locked in. He knelt there confined with a view of the center table and also the rest of the room.

The jailers left the chamber but soon returned, each one pushing a serving cart before her. On one cart were bottles of wine and champagne in buckets of ice and on the other were plates of hors d' oeuvres. They were placed on either side of the doorway and the jailers each took up a position next to them as if ready to serve. The door to the chamber stood open.

Bob heard voices and footsteps in the corridor and soon the judge walked in accompanied by a tall blonde woman he had not seen before. The judge had shed her robes and now wore only a tight black leather corset that exposed and uplifted her heavy bare breasts. Below the waist she was naked except for a pair of stiletto heeled black knee boots. The blonde woman with her wore a black leather body suit that exposed her loins and breasts. Each woman had a naked man crawling at heel beside her like a dog, a leash and collar on his neck and a heavy iron ball chained to his scrotum. The slave could drag the ball along, albeit with some difficulty but any attempt to stand would pop his scrotum and sever the testes.

The women walked over to the wine cart and were served tall glasses of red wine by the jailer. They stepped over to the chairs and each sat down, their slaves kneeling at their feet. They chatted amiably and Bob heard the judge address her companion as "mayor."

More women began to arrive in pairs or small groups until twenty were there. They were a mixed group of whites, blacks and Asians. All were dressed as strong dominas and each had a slave at leash and balled and chained... They sat or stood about the chamber sipping wine and conversing casually. The prosecutor and defender were there as well as the sergeant. They ignored the slaves for the most part but as time went by and more wine was drunk Bob saw the mayor shove her slave onto his back and rise from her chair. She squatted over his face and emptied her bladder into his mouth without even looking down or interrupting her conversation. She resumed her seat as if nothing had happened. This became a common occurrence as time passed. A woman would use her slave as a toilet casually and the slaves seemed trained to serve perfectly.

There was a big clock on the wall and it was nearing midnight. The women began to sit down one by one as the mood took them.

All were seated and the clock began to strike. A hush fell on the room and all eyes turned to the doorway. Two jailers entered the room leading the unfortunate victim. He was in shackles and led by a leash on the balls. He was trembling and whimpering softly and pathetically for mercy that would not be granted.

They made him crawl up on the table and lie on his back with his feet facing the audience and the wood block between his legs. He was strapped down tightly with ankles close together and arms at his sides. His ball leash was removed and the belt in the block was tightened hard around his balls so that his sack was stretched near the bursting point and his balls lay exposed and vulnerable on the wood.

A shadow appeared in the doorway and a fearsome woman walked through it into the chamber. She was tall, slender and olive skinned, naked but for black, spike heeled thigh boots. She also led a groveling slave who she made to kneel off to one side before she approached the victim.

Her coal black hair was tied on top of her head into a long braid that extended to the middle of her back. From the thick black bush at her loins a tattoo of a greenish slithering snake emerged and wound over her taut belly and between her firm round breasts it's head stopping on the left side of her face. The snake's face wore a leering forked tongued grin. She was lean yet muscular and carried herself with a serpentine grace. Her face held a terrifying beauty. She glanced at Bob with eerie black eyes under dusky arching brows and his heart skipped at the same time he became aware of the rampant erection he sported. The woman exuded an animal magnetism, an irresistible eroticism and pure cruelty. She approached him, hooked the sharp black polished nail of her index finger under his chin and said: "They call me Viper. Perhaps we will meet again here tomorrow evening and you will take the place of honor. The thought of back to back castrations is most pleasurable to me!"

She turned to the audience and spread her arms wide in greeting, then turned and stepped up onto the table. She placed a foot either side of the victim's head and looked down at him with disdain and spoke to him derisively.

"So slave Alan you have finally outlived your welcome in the slave dungeon and you now stand to lose your precious balls. I'm sure your fate is well deserved but I am a merciful woman. I will honor you worthless cock by allowing it to enter my body in the place you long for. If I can ride your member to orgasm before you come you will be reprieved."

Bob almost laughed in spite of himself at the woman's proposal. The idea that any man could resist coming when coupled with this wild succubus was ludicrous.

"But if you fail and come first, your balls are forfeit."

Part Two

She reached a hand into each boot and withdrew a pair of gleaming steel instruments. In her right hand she held a knife with a wicked looking curved six inch blade and in her left a four pronged fork with each prong about four inches long.

"I expect I shall win our little contest and when I make you come I will slit your sack and pin your balls to the block while you are in the midst of your orgasm. The agony will be quite indescribable."

She sheathed her weapons then squatted down with her cunt inches from his face and continued to taunt him.

"Look at the pussy your unworthy cock will soon enter. Do you think you are man enough to satisfy it? I think not! But you may keep your balls a few minutes longer if you suck it!"

With that she reversed herself so she faced Alan's feet, then straddled his head between her legs and pressed her crotch down onto his face. She was on hands and knees and she worked her hips back and forth, exhorting him to service her.His efforts displeased her and she pressed a sharp fingernail against his distended scrotum and snarled.

"I'll take them now if you don't get serious!"

She passed the fingernail across his sack and he flinched and half screamed into her bush. He realized she hadn't cut him yet and commenced to serve her more satisfactorily if Viper's sudden sigh of pleasure was any indication.

She tensed slightly and her head lolled from side to side as her arousal heightened. She now had total command of him and gave a sharp downward bounce of her hips as a signal to Alan to pick up the pace and he responded accordingly. It seemed Alan was no stranger to serving women in this way.

Bob glanced toward the audience and saw each woman now had her slave on his knees before her, his face buried deep in her crotch. The reason for the shape of the chair seats was now obvious. It allowed the mistress to sit upright and watch the proceedings intently while allowing the slave easy access to her loins. Some women grasped the hair of their slaves tightly, pressing their faces hard into their oozing womanhood while others held the chair arms in a white knuckled grip as their excitement at the spectacle mounted.

Viper was taking her sweet time. She shifted herself onto her knees and placed her anus over Alan's mouth and, from her response, it was clear his tongue had slid home. She enjoyed the analingus for a few minutes, fondling herself as she did so and then shifted her position again so Alan could serve her clit. She bounced to urge him on and her splendid rippling muscles stood out in bold relief as her body became taut with her building ardor. She bounced again, and when Alan's efforts disappointed her she passed her nail again across his sack in warning , forcing his maddening dilemma upon him. He could slack and lose his balls now or hasten her orgasm and still hasten his unpleasant fate.

Viper was now on the brink of her climax and she bounced down hard twice in quick succession by way of demanding immediate orgasm. Alan redouble his efforts in spite of himself and suddenly her body clenched all the tighter, then convulsed and writhed spasmodically as an inhuman hissing snarl of ecstasy and triumph burst from her. Several more surges passed through her and she relished each one with animal sounds as glistening sweat gushed from her pores making her delectable flush sparkle. With one final deep gasp her head flopped forward between her arms and she relaxed, breathing deeply and quivering.

For a minute or too she remained there on hands and knees, head down, her snatch still pressed over Alan's face. Then she snapped back to the business at hand and turned her attention to Alan's member. It was limp, shriveled and seemed drawn inward in a self protective way. She began fondling him artfully and took some of the slackness out of him but only succeeded in making him half hard. With a resigned shrug as if saying"What a girl must do for the cause!" she bent down and took him in her mouth. Her artistry at this was no less than at other carnal arts and soon Alan, despite his moans of mingled protest and pleasure, grew to his full, thick ten inches.

Viper looked to the audience, winked and mockingly licked her chops, then shifted her hips forward to align Alan's member with her sacred tunnel. With a downward roll of her pelvis she engulfed him and he gave a groan of mingled delight and despair.

She squatted stock still over him, enfolding the entire length of his shaft within her. But Alan squirmed in an agony of pleasure nonetheless. It seemed her body was so tuned and trained in the venereal arts that her practiced pussy could bestow it's own maddening caresses upon a penis while she remained outwardly motionless.

She commenced a vertical motion, passing her sweet inner walls over his length and kneading him with her muscled vagina the while. With casual ease she took Alan to the brink, then backed off as he panicked and began sobbing, thinking the cruel knife was already sweeping toward him.

But Viper was in no hurry. This was merely a demonstration of her total mastery of her victim and a way of letting him know that he should not delude himself.

But Alan put up a mighty show of resistance nonetheless, clenching his teeth and his loins, hoping to stem the flood should it seek to overwhelm the dike. Viper toyed with him mercilessly, taking him again and again to the edge. Despite his terror and resolve to resist his body responded in typical male fashion and his balls began to ache horribly at their denial of release. The blueballs added to his convoluted torment making him long for relief while at the same time fighting it.

Viper's leisurely pace had another motive. She wanted to build properly toward her own satisfying climax. Her approach had been measured and deliberate but now an urgent need was building in her as well. Sweat ran in rivulets down her breasts and thighs and back and her breath now came in short gasps between clenched teeth.

She took him to the razor's edge once more then relaxed and breathed deeply as a wicked smile crossed her face. All in the room now knew the time had come. Drawing her weapons, she let herself go and began and sharp bouncing motion, incorporating wild pelvic gyrations while her inner muscles ground upon the rampant phallus embedded in her. Her previous teasings had made Alan ready to come but this took him on a flight from reality, made him forget utterly that he was strapped to a table and about to be unmanned. All fear vanished and he gave in to the pleasure she lavished and the prospect of blessed relief for his aching loins. The dike burst.

Viper let him about half of the first exquisite rush of ecstasy that exploded in his gonads. This was vital to her cruel plan which was to take him from the heights of celestial bliss to the depths of purest agony in a spilt second.

In the middle of Alan's first satisfied grunt she made a deft and wicked stroke with her knife. It slit the scrotum crosswise and the balls popped out upon the block, twitching and pulsing as they pumped Alan's seed. Within the same second her other hand stabbed downward skewering both testes on the tines of the fork.

The scream rang from the walls of the chamber as reality crashed home on Alan. It was a shriek of primal agony ripped from his soul. In jarring counterpoint other primal sounds filled the chamber as first Viper and then the entire assemblage of watching women gave voice to the consuming orgasms this triumph of their kind over manhood had unleashed in them.

Alan's screamed again and again as his loins pumped forth their plenty deep into Vipers chasm. Each spurt of what should have been satisfying delight was now a spurt of searing, throbbing pain. Bob could see the pierced balls still contracting and the still connected sperm ducts that led into Alan's tortured body writhing as the cum was pumped through them. There was a final twitch and Alan's screams subsided into sobs as the sounds of the women faded into moans of satisfaction.

Viper stood up with her legs spread wide and outstretched her arms, throwing her head back with a wide grin of victory on her face. White gouts of semen dripped from her bush and a thick wad slithered down the inside of one thigh. The audience broke into wild applause and she bowed low. Then she turned around to face Alan and looked down on him as he lay there with his balls still pinned cruelly to the block and still wired to his body by the quivering cords of flesh.

"I can cut them off all the way and make it stop hurting," she said.

"Please take them!" he begged.

"First you must clean up the filthy mess you made!" she hissed.

She lowered her crotch over his face and made him lick the semen from her bush and thighs and took her time to see he got every speck. Then she turned and with a quick knife stroke severed the cords. Alan relaxed in relief as his traitorous balls were mercifully disconnected.

Viper stepped down from the table and walked over to her slave and took up his leash. She began to mingle with the audience, receiving many a compliment for what seemed to be a routinely great performance.

A jailer stepped up on the table with a needle and thread and stitched up Alan's scrotum. The incision was surgically neat, thanks to Viper's skill, and would heal nicely.

She pulled the fork from the block with the severed testes still impaled on it and took it over to a small fireplace in the wall near the door.A small charcoal fire burned there beneath a grate. She set the testicles to roast over the fire, the fork still through them.

The women now turned back to the beverage cart and champagne corks began popping. A closet door was opened and whips, paddles and some strap-on dildos were brought out. Quite an orgy developed as the wine took hold and the women became horny and mean. The slaves were cheerfully and cruelly abused. Whip cracks and cries of pain or pleasure as the case might be filled the chamber. The judge and the mayor both sported strap-ons and double up on one poor slave who they had on his hands and knees.The mayor knelt behind him buried her mock member to the hilt in his behind as the judge forced hers deep down his throat, burying his nose on her bush. Both women ravaged him until they came violently.

As the orgy went on one of the jailers circulated through the crowd carrying a glass jar and some red tickets. A woman would take a ticket, tear it in two , tuck half away somewhere on her person and put the other half in the jar.

Alan was left lying there and was mostly ignored except for the occasional woman who would step up on the table and empty her bladder into his mouth. Bob was totally ignored except for taunting looks. His time would come the next day.

The jailer had been keeping an eye on the roasting balls and after some time she clanged a corkscrew on a wine bottle to get attention and announced the drawing for the "door prize." She took the jar with the tickets to Viper who reached into it, drew out a ticket and called out a number.

There was a squeal of delight from a petite Japanese woman named Kiku who rode astride a groveling slave. She and the prosecutor had been having a slave race around the table, riding on the backs of their slaves and spurring and whipping them, forcing them to drag their ball weights ever harder and stretching their sacks dangerously.

She held up her ticket stub and spurred her slave over to Viper to verify the number. The jailer took the roasted testes from the grill and presented them to Kiku. She dismounted and hopped up on the table to stand over Alan. She waved the roasted balls in his face and made him sniff them. Finally she took one then the other from the fork and popped them in her mouth, chewing slowly for Alan's benefit and then swallowed hard and rubbed her tummy mockingly. Tears of humiliation and despair trickled down the sides of Alan's face.

The party broke up after a couple of hours and the women wandered off chuckling and chatting. The jailers released Alan, and because he no longer had balls they put a leash around his neck and led him away. They came back shortly for Bob and took him back to his cell.

Bob was exhausted from the harrowing day and terrified at being in the clutches of the heartless and lascivious she devils. He passed out more so than he slept yet it seemed he had barely closed his eyes when he heard the key in the lock. Two jailers entered and with a few sharp kicks forced him to his knees. One of them produced a syringe and gave Bob a shot in the left buttocks. He soon felt alert and wakeful and, strangely, a bit horny.

They fed him a bowl of tasteless but filling slop and then lead him to the cleaning room for his morning grooming. When finished they led him upstairs into the main corridor of the courthouse and out the front door. The village was small and primly tended with a cobblestoned main street about three blocks long that ended in a grove of large trees. Bob was led down the courthouse steps and down the street toward that other end. The sun was just rising through a notch in the hills but the air was already warm and muggy and sure to become hot and sultry before long.

The street was deserted at this early hour and all was still. The only sounds were the click of the jailers bootheels on the cobblestones and the soft clink of Bob's chains as he shuffled along trying to keep up with the quick march pace that was set for him. About half way down the street they passed a bakery and standing in the doorway, filling it with her massive body was an enormous woman. She had dark hair that hung in ringlets, creamy white skin and blue eyes that sparkled with merry cruelty. She wore a baggy bright red and yellow floral dress and was barefoot. With a leer she munched on a doughnut and Bob felt dread at the certainty that at some time during the day those fleshy thighs would clamp down upon his head and smother him as she writhed in the throes of her brute pleasure.

Soon they reached the grove that stood at the end of the street. The trees were tall elms and under the arching boughs was a wooden deck about thirty feet square and two feet above the ground. Two steps led up to it. In the center was mounted an iron ring with a short chain extending from it ending in a padlock. To the left of this was a deep leather arm chair, to the right a pillory like the one Bob had been confined in during Alan's castration and straight back was a twelve by twelve wooden beam lying flat on the deck. There was a slight hollow carved in one end of the beam and a cushion on each side of it at that same end. The pillory had a padded platform placed on the deck on the side opposite the chain.

Just to the left of the stairway a wooden pole was mounted in the deck and several clothing hooks were fastened to it. To the right of the stairway stood a small table with three glass jars on it. One jar, the largest, was empty. One of the others was half full of black marbles and the other contained about the same number of white ones.

The jailers led him to the center of the deck, padlocked the end of his leash to the chain and made him kneel there. They then stepped over to the pole, loosened their belts, stepped out of their shorts and hung them on hooks. Naked below the waist they turned back to Bob. The blonde jailer made an "after you" motion to the redhead who stepped toward him, took him by the hair and pulled him over to the chair. She reclined in it with her legs over the arms and pointed to her pussy imperiously. Bob knew by now what was expected of him and he leaned forward to serve her. She came lustily after a few minutes of his service and then invited the blonde to take her place. He served her as well then watched as they walked over to the table with the jars. Each reached for a black ball and tossed it into the empty jar with a disgusted look at Bob.

There was no mistaking what the meaning was. His service had been found wanting and they had cast votes for his castration. The women stepped back into their shorts and walked back toward the courthouse without looking back

Bob knelt there on the deck chilled with fear. He looked around him and off to the right about a hundred feet away was a woman tending a small garden. She wore faded jeans, a red plaid blouse, wide brimmed straw hat and was barefoot. The woman glanced at Bob but continued her work until she reached the end of the row. Then she leaned her hoe against a tree and strolled toward the deck. She reached the steps already unbuttoning her jeans and she stepped casually out of them and hung them on the hook. After a slight hesitation she shrugged and removed the blouse and hat as well. She was tall, hefty, Rubenesque, her brown hair pinned up on top of her head. She approached Bob animal naked and sweating in the warm muggy air. Stopping at arms length from him she yawned , stretched and scratched her crotch.

"I am Olga," she said. "It looks like the early bird will catch the worm this morning. Since I don't think any body else will be along for quite awhile we should have plenty of time to get acquainted."

Then she put a hand on his forehead and shoved him roughly over backward so his head hit the deck with a thud. The bump blurred his vision momentarily and when his eyes cleared he saw her squatting over his face with her hairy loins hovering a handsbreadth away. She put a hand in front of her bush and he saw her extend two fingers and wiggle them. Seconds later a yellow torrent poured from her and splashed over Bob's face. He knew what was expected but before he could open his mouth to drink her offering a good deal of it splattered and puddled about her feet. He managed to swallow about two thirds of it.

When she finished she glared down at him and stood up. Lifting a dripping foot she pressed it against his mouth. Bob knew he would be well advised to lick it and he began to work his tongue over it. There was not only the urine but dirt from the garden covering her feet and she made him clean her thoroughly, every inch of the sole and instep and deep between the toes. When satisfied with the right foot she placed it on his chest to keep it out of the puddle and pressed her bulk down on him as she stood on his chest while he cleaned her left. When her foot was spotless she stepped aside and made him crawl and lick and slurp the puddle from the deck.

Rough, earthy and crude she wasn't finished with him by any means. He knelt before her as she put her hands behind his head and pulled his face into her dense brown bush. She forced him to serve her as she stood there forcing his head back and grinding her sweaty loins, smearing her abundant juices over his face, then climaxed brutishly, her knees buckling as she leaned hard upon him to keep from tumbling over.

Olga sighed with satisfaction and pushed him away. She glanced around and saw they were still alone there in the dewey morn. Grinning wickedly she stepped over to the pillory and opened the jaws. She simply pointed at the open neckhole and Bob knew her expectation. He knee walked over and stuck his head in and she clamped it tight. The pillory could be adjusted heightwise and she lowered his head to a height she wanted, then lowered herself to hands and knees on the platform presenting her broad behind to Bob. She backed up while spreading her cheeks wide her pinkish brown anus twitched and puckered as it moved inexorably toward his mouth. She made contact and kept pressing backward forcing Bob's head back against the board.

"Open up and get your tongue in there!" she demanded. He obeyed, opening his mouth, and as he did she pressed back all the harder forcing his mouth wide open surrounding her anus with his lips. He pressed his tongue forward against it and worked it around but she lurched backward demandingly and he pressed hard against her clenched sphincter and felt it give. His tongue slid deep inside her. She lurched again and he recalled his encounter in the ditch with the sergeant and how she liked having the inner rim of her sphincter massaged. He worked his tongue in circles and was rewarded with a grunt of pleasure from her and more pressure. With her right hand she began to work her clit, bouncing back rhythmically as she did so.. Bob saw his only salvation in hastening her climax and he writhed his tongue hard. Her anus contracted as orgasm took her. Her big body bucked and thrashed threatening to break his neck. Then with a deep sigh she fell forward on her belly moaning in satisfaction.

When she had recovered from her climax she stood and walked over to the jar, took out a black ball, looked at Bob and shrugged and tossed it in the jar. She dressed and walked away to pick up her hoe. Bob's heart sank and his balls involuntarily tried to retreat inside his body protectively.

But Bob had other problems because while he had been serving the gardener two cars had pulled up near the deck. One was a black BMW , the other a gray Mercedes. A leggy blonde in a gray suit jacket, black mini-skirt and spike heeled pumps stepped out of the BMW while the other car held a somewhat mousey looking brown haired woman with glasses. She was also dressed professionally with in a blue pin striped suit with mini-skirt.

The women approached the deck chatting casually about the heat of the coming day.They climbed the steps, dropped their skirts and hung them on the pole. Neither wore underwear. The blonde stepped up to Bob while the other woman waited her turn. She took him by the hair and pulled him back toward the beam, forcing him to lie face up with his head in the hollow. She stepped over so she straddled him looking down at his face. Then she lowered herself , planting her snatch on Bob's face as she knelt on the pads. She bounced downward once and Bob knew by now this meant "get busy!"

He worked his tongue about her loins and noticed her bush was neatly trimmed into a prim triangle. She bounced again demandingly and Bob worked harder and finally found her clit swollen, primed ready for orgasm. She bounced twice and Bob guessed correctly that this meant "I demand orgasm now!" He increased his efforts accordingly and she gushed her hot juices into his mouth and threw back her head letting out a wail of delight. Her body relaxed and she propped herself up by leaning her hands on his forehead while the blissful spasms subsided.

She stood and ordered him up off the beam but the brown hair woman asked her to leave him there.She too straddled him but faced the other way so her anus ground hard upon his nose while she rode his face. He responded to the cues he was learning and she came quickly and hard.

She got up but put a foot on Bob's chest by way of telling him to stay on the beam. He glanced to his left and saw a group of about ten more smartly dressed women waiting their turns. Some were on the deck with their skirts already off and others were on the street talking. They were women with jobs who commuted to the city and had come to get their votes in before leaving for work. It seemed they preferred to be served on the beam because it didn't rumple their neatly pressed suits. They were demanding and in a hurry and Bob had to service them in quick succession. He spent half and hour solid with a woman's crotch on his face with barely time to breathe. But as he was led back to the center of the deck by the last woman he noticed three white balls in the jar.

Hope rose in him but still the black far outnumbered white. But yet the day was young and the sun was only just above the top of the highest hill.

Now the town was waking up and every ten minutes or so a woman walked down the street or drove up in a car and mounted the deck to be serviced. They were all ages shapes and sizes, some pretty some not so much so. What all had in common was an attitude of total dominance. Each woman's pussy was a ravenous, hairy consuming thing that seemed to have a will of it's own. Each seemed ready to devour him in its savage pursuit of its gratification and Bob was sometimes surprised not to find teeth inside them.

The sun was high now and Bob guessed he might have serviced fifty women. About half the balls in the jars had been transferred but by now a third of the balls were white and he seemed to be gaining ground. Numerous women now lingered around the deck either waiting to be serviced or just hanging around afterward to watch and laugh tauntingly when some new and creative indignity was inflicted on him.

Bob was bewildered because there was no predicting how a woman might vote.. He had just serviced a stern and imperious woman of about forty five; a tall shapely creature with black hair tied up severely on her head who wore a charcoal gray suit jacket and skirt. She had also been present at the castration. It seemed from what he overheard from the onlookers that she owned the town bank. She had methodically stripped to her stockings, garters and pumps before enthroning herself in the chair and pointing commandingly to her crotch. He had buried his face in the black triangle and served her with the most abject submission following the unspoken commands and subtle cues he was learning more and more of as the day went on. She was tense, tightly wound, insistent, seemingly impossible to please but her persevered until she erupted into multiple orgasms that transformed her into a cooing, quivering blob of satisfied delight. She sighed deeply and clenched her thighs around his head in something like affection but then got up and voted for castration, got dressed and left without even looking back at him.

Another source of consternation to Bob was the thick erection he had been sporting for some hours. He had become excited by the atmosphere of rampant female eroticism and found himself serving the women with a growing eagerness to please. A wet and urgent pussy would be pressed against his face and he would lavish his adoration upon it and feel a pleasure of his own when it's owner melted into sated softness under the ever more artful ministrations of his tongue. Even when a woman voted for castration he only wondered how he might have pleased her more.

There was a clopping of horse hooves on the cobblestones and Bob looked down the street to see a tall blonde goddess approaching astride a splendid black horse. It was the mayor. Her blond hair flowed behind her in a long ponytail. She wore only a black leather vest and tall black riding boots with sharp silver spurs. Her naked blonde loins were caressed by the leather of her saddle.

When she reached the deck she dismounted and strode up the steps with a firm stride, riding crop in hand. When she reached him she forced him to his back, squatted over his face, extended two fingers and wiggled them. Bob knew what to expect but still reacted too slowly and the yellow flood overwhelmed him. He spilled a good share of her product on the deck and worst, on he fine boots. She furiously ordered him to his knees and then made him lick her boots clean as she cropped him cruelly.

Her anger was not long in turning to arousal. She kicked Bob in the direction of the chair and settled herself in comfortably. Unbidden, Bob buried his face in the golden thicket between her comely thighs and busied himself. Her anger still burned and it filled her with a cruel impatience. Only a vigorous, intense climax could calm her and to hasten this result she set her spurs to him. He felt sharp jabs on each side of his lower back and the salt of his sweat stung the fresh wounds. He increased his efforts but still the barbs pierced him. She began prodding him rhythmically with each roll of her hips and Bob served her with abject desperation. A savage sound was expelled from her as climax engulfed her and she gave one last stab of the spurs that embedded them in his flesh where they remained as she writhed in her delight, giving forth deep, chesty sighs.

She relaxed with a little groan, pushed Bob away almost gently, got up and rewarded his efforts with a white ball.

Part Three

The ordeal continued as the sun passed its zenith and the sultry heat made the view of the distant hills shimmer. A haze filled the sky and the air was still and close. The shade of the big trees was merciful but intended more for the comfort of the women who came to be served than for Bob's. It was mid-afternoon and the hottest part of the day. There was a lull in the parade of women but more and more of them seemed to be lingering about the deck after being served and voting. About three fourths of the balls used for voting were now in the big jar. Most of them were still black but whites were accumulating in a way that gave Bob hope.

As he knelt there on the deck looking down the street toward the courthouse he saw a splash of bright red and yellow in the middle distance. The figure moved toward the center of the street and resolved itself into the form of the fat woman who had stood in the bakery door when he had been led forth that morning. She was coming now to be pleasured and cast her judgement. Had she waited purposely for the muggy heat to be at its worst?

"Here comes Bertha!" he heard a woman in the crowd say and all eyes turned down the street. Scattered chuckles and giggles could be heard among the women and the gathering of an audience was now explained. The women had gathered to witness the spectacle of the massive woman working her will upon Bob.

Her pace down the street was leisurely but her approach carried such menace that to Bob she seemed to cover ground with undue speed. She stepped up onto the deck with a light footedness that seemed incongruous and without fanfare removed her dress and hung it on the hook. Her body was naked beneath it. Though a virtual mountain of flesh she was yet not without shape and womanly grace. Sweating profusely, rivulets running down over her milky white bulk, she approached Bob and in passing took him by the ear and pulled him back toward the beam.

Bob's heart pounded in near panic. He had feared this above all. It would have been one thing to be made to press his head between those ponderous thighs as she reclined in the chair or even to have his face engulfed between the mounts of flesh that were her cheeks but to have her settle her massive weight upon him as he lay supine upon the beam led to visions of no return.

But he lay himself down with resignation and she stood above him casting a wide shadow. She stretched and turned to her audience which responded with gleeful cheers and prompting. Looking up, Bob saw her lower herself, saw the fleshy thighs spread and the dense black bush part to expose the pink folds. She reached between her legs with both hands and spread herself wide before settling on his face. The oozing, squashy flesh of her mount engulfed his upturned face and then he felt her bulk settle full force upon him as light vanished and air was cut off. She bounced downward hard twice by way of making a simple demand: "You had better satisfy me quickly if you want to draw your next breath."

Bob had instinctively taken a deep breath before being submerged and he believed only that saved him. He plied his tongue desperately about her soft tissues and was relieved to find her near ready to climax. Her clit was a turgid marble of rampant flesh and he worked with vital urgency upon it. Warm slippery juices flowed abundantly over his face and he felt them trickle past his ears and down his neck. She bounced impatiently again and Bob, his breath fast running out, ground his tongue upon her in a panicked frenzy. He felt her convulse violently as her orgasm surged through her but then all went to blackness and nothingness.

He drifted a while in a murky dreamplace where visions of naked female loins and the faces of women grimacing in pleasure reeled by. Suddenly light returned and the sucking weight was removed and with a gasp he filled his lungs. Looking up he saw Bertha standing over him howling with laughter along with all who had been there to watch. When she saw he had regained consciousness she lowered herself again but stopped with her big snatch inches above his face. She extended two fingers and wiggled them and this time Bob reacted with practiced skill and opened wide as the golden torrent showered down. Her flow was copious and prolonged but he guzzled it without spilling a drop. She made him suck the dribbling leavings from her thick hair and then stepped away and awarded him a white ball, to not a few boo's and hisses from her fans.

The afternoon wore on and the shadows of the hills took on an encouraging slant as the sun sunk lower in the sky. It was getting toward the end of the work day. He could tell because a few of the professional women he had pleasured that morning drove up in their cars and disembarked to watch the goings on. He heard the throaty roar of a motorcycle and looked up the street to see the sergeant approaching. She parked her bike near the deck, stepped up and stripped below the waist with the same nonchalance she had shown when she "arrested" him. The pillory was her pleasure this time. Bob served her anus pleasingly, having some knowledge of her preferences and she awarded him a white ball.

She left him clamped in the pillory and Bob looked up to see three more familiar pussies. The judge, his "attorney" and the prosecutor stood naked side by side in front of him. They stood too close for him to crane his neck upward and see their faces but the memory of their eager loins was sharp and he recognized them.

They elected to use him by turns there in the pillory. The judge went first, backing her full shapely bottom up to his face and grinding her hips in a rolling motion as she rubbed her crotch and anus against his face. Then she settled backward with her hole against his mouth. Bob knew her expectation and he slid his tongue deep into her receptive orifice. With skill he had learned over the course of the day he brought her the pleasure she relished. She rubbed and kneaded herself between the legs and in minutes a climax made her buck and writhe, pressing Bob back hard against the board as deep sighs of satisfaction came from her.

The other two women took their turns to similar result. They released Bob and stepped over to the table to vote.

"Do you see any progress in the rehabilitation of this miscreant?" the judge asked her companions.

"There seems to be hope," said the prosecutor. "We can always castrate him if we change our minds and there's lots of fun to be had with him in the meantime."

It seemed all three women were in agreement because Bob gained three white balls for his efforts. The women walked off to mingle with the crowd and Bob noticed they didn't bother to dress. In fact more and more of the women were shedding their clothes. Some had arrived in various sorts of scanty domina attire, some had stripped to lingerie and others were simply brute naked in the sweltering heat.

The sound of an engine was heard in the distance and a pickup truck turned a corner onto the main street. The driver gunned the engine and accelerated toward the deck, then skidded to a stop. In the truck was the construction crew Bob had seen that morning. Two young women were in the cab and four more rode in the open box in back.

They piled out of the truck in a blur of suntanned flesh, denim and flannel. Each held a bottle of beer and swigged lustily from it as they jostled their way toward the deck. They were drunk, rowdy and profane, cursing each other playfully as each fought to be first in line to have her way with Bob. They left a trail of tee shirts, flannel shirts and cutoff jeans in their wake as they approached. By the time they climbed the steps and surrounded Bob all were naked but for their heavy work boots.

Work hardened, muscular specimens suntanned over their entire bodies, they stood in a circle around Bob and started kicking and shoving him roughly with their lug soled shoes. A couple of times Bob was shoved flat on his back and one of the girls took the opportunity to stomp his balls painfully before he could double up to protect himself.

The tall blonde who had greeted him that morning claimed him first. He was lying on his side, curled in a protective position. She put a foot on his shoulder and forced him onto his back. Bob looked up to see her crotch positioned above his face. Instinctively he opened his mouth wide and, not surprisingly considering the amount of beer she must have had, a flood of warm urine poured from her. He took it with a minimum of spillage but still earned a slap across his face. Then she plopped herself down, straddling his head between her sweaty, muscular thighs, and made him serve her then and there until she came brutishly.

Each of the young women took her turn with Bob in similar fashion. Two of them chose anal pleasure and sat their bottoms over Bob's mouth while they worked their clits with their hands. He felt battered and exhausted when they finished with him but five of the six balls that went into the jar were white.

When all the girls had been satisfied they joined the crowd around the deck. A carnival atmosphere had developed and there was a buzz of voices punctuated with raucous laughter. About one hundred women stood about the town square now and Bob had serviced most of them.

A clattering sound of metal on cobblestone came from up the street and Bob saw a large wagon approaching. It was meant to be horse drawn but instead eight naked men toiled along in harness under the whip of a jailer who rode on the seat. As the wagon drew close Bob looked at the faces of the slaves. They were blank, vacant, resigned. He looked down to their loins and saw limp penises dangling over empty scrotums. Alan was the third slave back on the left side of the wagon tongue. A tingle of fear raced up Bob's spine. Here were castrated slaves being casually used as human oxen by these frightfully cruel vixens. There seemed to be no limit to what they might be inflict on a man.

The wagon was loaded with shaved ice in which two kegs of beer and numerous bottles of wine and champagne were embedded. Another party was in the offing to celebrate the degradation of yet another hapless male.

The kegs were already tapped and the construction girls crowded around before the wagon even stopped rolling. The slaves were unharnessed and set to work setting up some large torches, which had also been aboard the wagon, around the deck and here and there about the park. It seemed the revels would last far into the night.

The sun now hung low above the hills and long, deep shadows extended toward the deck from the buildings and trees surrounding it. Three balls were now left in the two small jars; two black and one white.

A short, plump, dark haired woman in a black dress, black pumps and brass wire rimmed glasses climbed the steps of the deck. She unzipped her dress and stepped from it, then removed her black underthings until she was naked except for spike heels and spectacles. She had a prim, school-marmish way about her despite her flagrant nudity.

Settling back in the chair, she motioned to Bob in a now familiar way and he knee walked his way to her and pressed his face deep in the lush black growth between her plump thighs. He was desperate to please because one more white ball would be his reprieve, if indeed these cruel bitches would actually abide by the result of his efforts should their whim dictate otherwise.

Nevertheless he served her with practiced skill, conveying the sense of total adoration and most abject submission he knew was the common denominator in pleasing all of them. She took her time with him and stopped him occasionally to give detailed instructions as if speaking to a child. When he had mastered her requirements she lapsed into a state of animal ardor and thrashed about the chair grinding her rampant womanhood against his face until she came in a cataclysmic rush.

When finished she shoved him away and stood up. She turned around and flaunted her pert, round bottom in Bob's face and demanded he shower it with kisses. There was a twinkle in her eye as she stepped over to the jars to vote and she lingered there, toying with Bob as he watched anxiously. Reaching first for the white ball then for a black one and back and forth again she finally took a black one and dropped it in the big jar. Bob"s heart sank. There was to be no mercy and no relenting. They would wring the last bit of pleasure and amusement from him and probably castrate him into the bargain.

A chilling realization struck Bob. One woman had been conspicuous by her absence through his ordeal. He wondered about it for a moment but then got his answer when he looked up the street toward the courthouse and saw a figure coming down the steps, obscured by the deep shade cast by the building. But then the apparition passed from the shadow into the light of the westering sun. Viper!

Her naked golden flesh glowed in the waning sunlight, the lurid tattoo seeming to slither up and down her body as her graceful slinky stride carried her inexorably toward her assignation with Bob. She carried a black leather sack in her left hand.

The sweat of primal fear ran down the middle of Bob's back as she drew nearer. The crowd now pressed close around the deck. Picnic tables and park benches had been pulled up close around it so those there to witness the spectacle could stand on them for a better view. A hush had fallen. The air was still and sultry. The only sounds were the clicking of Viper's boot heels on the cobblestones and the chirping of the nighthawks that swooped about indifferently overhead. Viper reached the deck and climbed the steps with a silken grace. She glanced at the jars on the table then set the black bag down next to them.

Turning to Bob she said," My sincerest apologies for arriving so late. Urgent disciplinary matters in the dungeon unavoidably detained me. Now it seems it falls to my lot to render final judgement upon you."

With a few swift gliding steps she crossed the deck and forced Bob onto his back. He found himself with Viper sitting on his chest with her thighs either side of his head and his chin in the hairy slit of her pussy. It's feral musk filled his nostrils, exuding animal eroticism and danger. He realized that from the first time he had seen her he had known this moment to be inevitable and fear of it had lingered in the back of his mind. To her he was merely helpless prey. She could torment him, enslave him, make him adore her then castrate him, make a snack of his balls and forget him.

"How unfortunate for you I was busy so late," she purred at him. "If I had come by earlier the black ball you will almost certainly earn might have meant less in the scheme of things. You might have had a chance to redeem yourself with some of my fellow citizens. But, as you may have noticed, I simply adore performing castrations. In fact castrations give me more pleasure than anything else. Where you and any other members of your gender are concerned I care about only one thing and that is how much pleasure I can take from you. Your unenviable task is to somehow persuade me that I will have more pleasure if I let you keep your precious balls. Now I offer you my pussy to serve. I am most fond of my pussy. It is by far my favorite part of myself because of the wonderful orgasms it gives me. It will really decide your fate and you had best treat it accordingly."

With one slithering, sinuous motion she shifted herself to squat over his face with her sex looming above it. Reaching between her legs with both hands she spread herself wide.

"Look at it!" she hissed.

Bob stared upward at the pinkish brown cleft in her hairy mount. The clit was large and protuberant. The maw of her vagina clenched and relaxed rhythmically, seeming eager to envelop his member and seal his fate. Her anus puckered and twitched impatiently. Bob's heart pounded in mingled terror and urgent lust. His shaft was like steel and his balls ached inside the tight manacle as they swelled with his growing arousal. Suddenly she wiggled two fingers and Bob took fair warning, throwing his mouth open to catch the pungent nectar that spilled from her. Even her piss had a quality of heady wine. There was a wild taste to it and it made him long for her the more even as it terrorized him. Viper emptied herself into him then cackled gleefully.

"So the day's lessons have not been lost on you," she said. "Let's see if the efforts of our good citizens to re-educate you have born fruit."

With that she spun around to face his feet and lowered her torrid womanhood over his face. Bob pressed upward to meet her, driven by a mix of fear and longing. He began to use the secrets he had learned through the long day, exploring and caressing her

with abject and tender passion. But she seemed unmoved by things that had turned some of the other women to jelly. She slid the padlock around his balls downward until the skin of his sack stretched tight and shiny as an over-inflated balloon and his balls stood out in sharp relief. "It's my right to take them any time I want to now and I don't believe the good ladies would mind a bit!" he heard her say.

She hooked the long, sharpened nails of her other hand under his stretched sack and he felt them dig in perilously.

"I've taken more than a few pair of these with just my nails" she snarled as she pressed in harder and bounced down once with her hips. "I've already had several very good orgasms today and I expect one from you that's truly exceptional if you don't want me to pop your little bubble here."

Bob felt a sense of abandonment take him over and he blankened his mind to anything other than the soft erogenous tissues his tongue caressed and gave himself over to a total adoration of her as a goddess who possessed his body and soul. Viper sensed the totality of his surrender and gave in to the pleasure of it, relaxing her iron grip on his balls and allowing her body to soften, immersing herself in her enjoyment. Bob realized he had unlocked the secret of her pleasure. She was a supremely dominant creature and only the most profound and absolute submission to her will could satisfy her. She could sense even the slightest resistance in one who was expected to serve her and would crush it with the utmost ruthlessness. But now his utter submission had been gained and she set about the business of pursuing her orgasm. She kept Bob busy here and there between her thighs, making him lavish his tongue upon her labia and slip it far up into the salty cavern of her vagina. When she could bear no more in foreplay she pressed the turgid, rampant orb of her clit upon his tongue and bounced twice to signal her desire for immediate climax. Bob gave his all, grinding the tip of his tongue upon her orb worshipfully, as Viper clamped her thighs tight upon the sides of his head and writhed her hips in short jerking thrusts, her breath escaping in short gasps as her arousal built to unbearable tension. Sweat poured from her in the sultry evening air. A sudden rush of ecstasy exploded in her loins and surged through her body to her outermost extremities. A gush of hot oozing female ejaculate filled Bob's mouth as Viper let out a ferocious wail of brutish delight that rang in the arching boughs of the trees above. Bob ceased his licking but she bounced down twice again and he obediently resumed as she rode his face in the throes of a consuming multiple orgasm. Bob continued plying his tongue upon her as she came again and again, writhing and grinding her hips and shrieking maniacally. Then she let out a deep moan and her head slumped down as she leaned on her arms shuddering and breathing deeply. But yet she was far from finished. She placed her anus over his mouth and enjoyed his tongue there for awhile and then fondled herself to another casually brutish climax.

When finished she stood and bent over to grab Bob by his hair and tug him up to his knees. Then she stepped over to the table where she had set the black bag. Reaching inside she withdrew a strange and ominous instrument that it took Bob a moment to identify. Then he recognized the fleshy-colored latex imitation of an erect penis. Straps and buckles dangled from it and at right angles upward from it's base extended the silvery shaft of a vibrator. The mock penis was a good ten inches long with a diameter most men would envy.. A large pair of false testicles bulged from it's base.

"It has been well said that a turnabout is fair play," Viper said as she stepped back toward Bob holding the dildo in her right hand. "Since I find it unlikely that thing of yours is up to the task at hand why don't we try mine?"

Standing spread legged, she positioned the silver vibrator shaft between her legs and then pressed upward so it slid deep inside her. This evoked a sigh of anticipatory pleasure as she buckled the straps tightly around her hips.

The dildo jutted from her bush, a gross mockery of all maleness. She approached Bob until the tip of it was inches from his face.

"How many blowjobs have you had?" she asked.

"Answer me!" she snarled when Bob hesitated.

"O...only one," Bob replied.

"I'll bet you've wanted one from every woman you've seen haven't you?" She snapped.

"Haven't you?!"

"Y...yes," answered Bob, blushing deeply.

"Have you ever sucked a cock?"

"N... no."

"That can easily be remedied," she said as she reached behind Bob's head and pulled him forward while guiding the tip of the shaft toward his mouth. Bob clenched his teeth but she gave a quick, sharp kick that struck his balls and he opened his mouth to yelp, whereupon Viper thrust her hips forward and shoved the dildo in a third of the way. She twisted his hair painfully and slapped his face. Resigned, Bob just knelt there holding the false dick in his mouth and awaiting her next demand.

"Come on, suck it! lick it!" she crooned. "Be my good little whore!"

Bob began to fellate the dildo, trying his best to imitate sluts he had seen in porno flicks. She rolled her hips back and forth shoving the phallus ever deeper and pressing hard against the back of his throat. Suddenly she grabbed his ears and pressed determinedly against his gullet. He gagged and backed away but she persisted, forcing the thick glans hard upon him until suddenly something gave. He gagged again but the dildo slid deep down his throat until his nose pressed into the hair of her bush.

He felt a shivering in the dildo and he realized she had pressed a switch somewhere that activated the vibrator embedded deep inside her. She groaned deeply as the pleasure took hold of her, pulled the dildo out, then shoved it back in again, deeper if possible. Obviously intending to satisfy herself by throat fucking him, she began to grind and gyrate her hips vigorously and with utter disregard for anything but her pleasure. Bob gagged and choked, drawing breaths as best he could manage between probing thrusts. Mercifully her climax was not long in erupting. With one cruel, deep thrust she buried the shaft full length and grunted bestially as orgasm assailed her. The force of it buckled her knees and doubled her over at the waist causing the dildo to disengage with a pop. She leaned on him, still coming as the vibrator continued it's work.

She switched off the vibrator as her orgasms played out, then she pushed Bob away.

"Are you a virgin?" she asked.

"N... no ah yes um I..." Bob stammered uncertainly.

"I mean have you ever been fucked in the ass you fool?" she badgered him.

"N... no."

"Good. There is nothing quite so satisfying as a deflowering. Trust me! I will not be gentle!"

She stepped over to the pillory and opened it while turning to Bob and piercing him with an impatient glare. He understood her unspoken demand and dutifully knee walked over to it and placed his neck between the jaws even as his heart climbed into his throat. He trembled as he knelt there helpless with his ass in the air. There was no mistaking what was to come next. Viper reached into one of her high boots and took out a small squeeze bottle full of a clear oil. She uncapped it and squirted oil liberally on the dildo and then stuck the long thin nozzle into Bob's anus, lubricating him thoroughly.

"Don't mistake this for kindness," she said. "I merely wish to ensure that my entering thrust will be to the hilt. You will hurt as you have never hurt before at first. But then a surprise awaits you that will change your life..."

He felt her knees between his ankles and then the prodding of the shaft against his tight and tender puckering. Her nails dug deep into the flesh of his hips as she sought a firm grip. He felt a relentless pressure like a log being forced into his body as she pressed forward mercilessly. Her knees were between his and he felt her soft breasts on the small of his back as she coiled herself for the thrust. Suddenly she threw her hips forward and Bob felt his sphincter give as her mock member plunged deep. There was a stabbing agony as he felt her belly touch his buttocks. He screamed and then broke down into sobs of mingled pain and humiliation.

Viper kept the dildo buried deep and commenced a gyrating motion. She would have her pleasure later but was now intent on causing him pain and in stretching his tortured anus. She pulled back and plunged in again ruthlessly, then ground some more. Bob thrashed about in a futile effort to dislodge the tormenting shaft but she ravaged him into submission.

When she had stretched him to her satisfaction she switched on the vibrator and set about fucking him in earnest. Her sinuous strength allowed her to thrust with a remorseless rhythm and she soon was carried along with wild abandonment as the vibrator pulsed within her and she ground her rampant clit against the butt of the dildo.

Bob whimpered and moaned as she savaged him but to his bewilderment a strange sensation had begun deep inside him. At the depths of each of her thrusts there was an itching, burning twinge of pleasure. As his anus expanded much of the pain subsided and in spite of himself he began to raise his ass to meet her thrusts, seeking to increase the enjoyment she inflicted.

Viper passed into a state of erotic frenzy. Her mind had relinquished all control to her splendid body which now immersed itself in the pursuit of its blissful release. Her cadence quickened to a breathless pace, several thrusts now coming each second. Her sweat glistened in the waning sunlight. Bob's twinges of pleasure suddenly ran together into a long searing delight and, to his shock, he felt his balls contract violently and he came with a high pitched shuddering sigh of mingled ecstasy and humiliation. His seed spurted from him and splattered copiously on the deck.

This triggered Viper's coming. Reducing a man to such a state was one of her most cherished pleasures and the sounds a victim made when his sense of manhood was shattered by her ruthless penetration caused her to pass into a consuming and prolonged orgasmic state where climax followed climax in shattering succession. Her body was racked by pulsing waves of animal pleasure until with a final atavistic grunt of brute satisfaction she toppled forward over Bob's back with her face lying across her arms. She was limp and spent, the vibrator still running but leaving her unmoved as all desire had now been drained from her. She reached back to switch it off but remained draped over Bob with the dildo still embedded in him. She drew a deep breath, then exhaled and disengaged her shaft from Bob's ravaged rectum. Moving languidly she unlatched the pillory and freed Bob to rise to his knees facing her.

"Lick it up!" she ordered, pointing to the white splattering of semen on the deck in front of him. Bob stooped to obey without thought to how degrading was the act she commanded. Nothing seemed to matter any more. He felt dazed and drained, emasculated. Yet overshadowing it all was one undeniable fact. He wanted it again. He knew if a woman approached him again with a dildo bobbing in front of her he would perform the mock fellatio she demanded and then, at her behest, present his bottom to be violated for her pleasure. He would accept the burning shame as the price of the irresistible pleasure. He prayed he had satisfied Viper and she would let him keep his balls so he could again submit to her thrusts. He was transformed. He longed to live his life in the service of these women for as long as they found him pleasing.

Viper watched Bob as he licked the deck and she guided his head with the toe of her boot to spots he had missed. Then she ordered him to take the dildo in his mouth and clean it, soiled as it was by streaks of blood mixed with his waste. He submitted dutifully, licking and sucking every bump and crease until the dildo was spotless.

Finally she stepped over to the table and stood before the jars as if undecided. She held Bob in cruel suspense and even picked up the black ball before suddenly dropping it and choosing the white one. The audience broke into mingled boo's and cheers, the boo's coming no doubt from women who wanted to see his balls taken and the cheers coming for Viper's performance. Viper stepped down from the deck, picked up a glass of red wine at the wagon and mingled with the crowd. She still sported the dildo and strutted about with it getting many a laugh as she joked cruelly at Bob's expense.

The sun had just set. Torches were lit all around the square and the party continued in their flickering glow. Suddenly a rumbling sound was heard from the direction of the courthouse. All eyes turned that way. Gas lamps stood on poles all along the street and in their soft light Bob saw a moving, fleshy colored mass in the distance. As it moved closer it resolved into a large group of naked men crawling on hands and knees. They were herded along by half a dozen whip wielding jailers. The slave dungeon had been emptied for the party and the slaves were being driven down the street dragging their ponderous ball weights over the cobblestones. There were about fifty of them. They were herded into the square surrounding the deck and dispersed among the women gathered there. Another small wagon drawn by two eunuchs arrived carrying whips, paddles, dildos and other toys. The women crowded around and selected their toys. Most of them were more than a little drunk and the spectacle Viper had provided had made them horny. An orgy developed that dwarfed the one of the night before. Women took turns with the slaves, forcing them to submit to the most vile and creative indignities. Lusty orgasmic cries filled the sweltering night air. Bob was largely ignored early on but Olga, who had used him early that morning and the blonde construction forewoman came up on the deck to have their way with him and empty their bladders.

Then Bob saw the sergeant mounting the deck with a hefty dildo jutting from her thick bush. She approached Bob with a gleam in her eye.

"We have unfinished business," she said.

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