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She turned back to her left and set her sights on the man closest to the door at the wall on Flynn's right. But then she turned and walked past Flynn. "I could do with some Gatorade," he said.
"Yeah! Me, too," she said and opened the fridge. She held a 32-ounce bottle to his lips and he chugged it. Then she drank hers.
"I'm gonna have to take a piss," he said, "and, uh...I'm...gonna have to...go Number Two, too..."
She laughed a frown and said, "You mean shit? You have to shit?" He laughed and nodded. "Well, I mean, you're not gonna gross me out! You see the room, don't ya? Go ahead. I'll hose you off."
He breathed deep, swallowed, and said, "Could you...?" She rolled her eyes and turned her perfectly mammoth ass to him, facing the closest man at the left wall, the last man she would punish. "Could you, uh...cover your ears?" She snorted a chuckle, theatrically raised her arms and put her index fingers in her ears. He could not have held it back another three seconds. His bowels released crampy diarrhea he was thrilled to be finally rid of. It all fell straight into the drain, his cock fell totally limp and he pissed directly in front of him, mostly into the drain, a full bladder's worth. "Okay."
She turned around. "Sounded like two fucking waterfalls." He looked at her. She smiled primly. "I took my fingers out of my ears." She took the hose from the center of the room and walked behind him. Water sprayed gentle and warm onto his ass. She narrowed it between his cheeks. "You know why it was diarrhetic?" she asked.
"Why?"
"Because you're terrified. Same as they. As you should be." She walked around and gently sprayed his balls, under them along his taint, up along the underside of his cock and all over it. Then she dropped the hose at his right. "Don't act like that didn't feel great."
"Yeah." He nodded. His balls swung heavily still four inches under his taint. She admired them a moment, then smirked at him and returned to Walter Palmer, who was writhing weakly and silent, replaced his clipboard, took her tools and the chair and walked away. The man to his left shivered a sigh. She set it behind the man opposite Palmer at the other wall, sat and took his clipboard. "Paul Hurlbut! 23 years old! Hair red! Eyes green! Really!" She stood and leaned over. He looked up and when he saw the blaze in her eyes, he swallowed. He hadn't been crying but he had been terrified for quite a while and now was panicking. She could see the fatigue in his face. "Well, you're not bad looking!" she purred. He could feel her voice. "Love your hair!" She looked under him. His cock was throbbing hard. "Wow! Ten inches and thick! Balls leave something to be desired, though." She looked him in the eyes and said, "Maybe no woman ever told you this, but we love 'em plump and heavy. We like to suck on 'em!" She grinned and disappeared. He closed his eyes and breathed long and deep.
"Crimes! Sedition! One! Assault and battery! One!" He heard the page flip. "Detailed! Sedition! Specialist! Helicopter repairs! Well, that's not too bad!" He swallowed looking straight ahead at the wall, focusing on the texture, scrapes and scratches in it, counting the rivets up, counting the rivets down. "Assault and battery! Suspect severely beat his then-girlfriend in a drunken rage, fracturing her nose, left orbital bone, and two ribs!"
"Yes! And I immediately felt terrible and called the ambulance!" he said. He waited but she didn't speak. "We were both drunk, had just had sex, and got into a fucking argument and she hit me first! If I had been sober, I would have just walked out of the house! I swear! I still feel genuinely remorseful for it! There's not a day goes by that I don't wish it hadn't happened." She heard him whimper. Only once as he swallowed. She waited but he didn't speak.
"Well..." she said, "I suppose that's as admirable an apology as I'm going to hear in here. Unfortunately, given your predicament, I can never be sure if any of you ever tell the truth when you apologize."
"I swear to you!" he said, "I - I cannot begin to describe to you how bad I feel...whenever I see her in my head, hurting on the floor. It h...aunts my dreams." He was crying gently now.
He heard her sigh. "Alright, I'll tell you what." She reappeared before him and he blinked his tears to see better. His mouth wasn't quivering. He looked at her. Very simply. She nodded. "Yeah, you are genuinely remorseful. So I'll let you decide, okay? You tell me how you think I should punish you. And how you think I should remove your balls. I promise, I will give it just consideration. If I agree with your suggestion, it's what I'll do. You have my word."
He blinked and tears dripped. He gulped. "Actually." He grinned a little up at her. "I've always wanted to be put in this predicament."
She raised her eyebrows. "You want to be castrated?"
"No, no, I didn't - I don't...want to be castrated...I mean, I know it's going to happen." His lips trembled and he mumbled the rest. "Just...I want to be...beaten up." He swallowed and slowly panted trying to catch his breath. Her expression did not change. "So I'll know how it feels and...and...remember never to get drunk like that again."
"You want me to throw you a beating?"
He nodded and sniffled. "Yeah. Do what I did to Marie."
She shrugged. "Alright. But how do you think I should remove your balls?"
His mouth convulsed as he wept up at her. He whimpered up high, "Just...just...cut 'em off quick? Please?"
She pursed the right corner of her mouth. "Hmm." She looked him over, cock still throbbing, every vein straining. "Well, I'll be damned. You really do want me to kick your ass." He was weeping in such terror then that his breath mewled in quiet little whines. She stroked his hair and tickled his scalp with her nails. "Shh. Shh. Shh. Shhhh. Everything's gonna be okay. I promise. And since you were just a helicopter repairman...yeah. I agree with you." He looked up and she smiled sweetly. "I'll just slice them off really fast." He actually smiled, swallowed and wept back down at the floor. He nodded.
Then he felt his cage moving. She was dragging him out from the wall away from the man to his right. She walked in front of him and said, "Look up!" He blinked up and saw her whole gloriously beautiful body, wide hips, huge heavy tits, rich pink nipples hard as rock. Her face was symmetrical perfection and her brown hair fluffed full and wavy. "Nose first! Ready?" He gulped and nodded. He was paying full attention now. "Hold your breath or you'll choke on your blood." He held his breath and she drew her right leg back, set her hips and snapped it forward with a rising growl. The last thing he saw was her teeth clenched in a snarl. The top of her foot smashed hard into the center of his face and his nose shattered like a firecracker, ringing sharp around the room. His head flew up with a piercing, ragged scream and blood sprayed all around him, splattering her foot and the floor. He shook in his sling as the pain flooded all over his body. His bladder released and his throbbing cock pissed hard across his mouth, straight up his left nostril and he coughed, then snorted, blew his nose and shrieked higher as bone pain exploded all over his face, radiating out in a dazzling flare.
She giggled as he kept pissing in his face and spitting. When he finished, the agony set in deeper and he moaned his head lolling around. "I'm not going to break your orbital. It might damage your eye." She stepped to her right. "Hold your head up!" He panted through his mouth and swallowed as he raised it, blinking tears and spitting the blood that poured from both nostrils. "Open your mouth a little and don't flex your jaw!" He did so. She snapped her right foot forward and he whimpered once, the instant before it struck him across the chin. His head flopped to the right and blood sprayed all over the next man's cage, his sling, his left leg. Bone pain blasted up across the left side of Paul Hurlbut's face, deep into his neck as his lower jaw snapped apart under the center of his molars. His whimper returned and swelled into a rolling groan, louder, louder, higher. The pain flared worse and worse. Searing bells rang in his ears and agony erupted from deep behind his nose out into his cheekbones, rocketing along his jaw up into his teeth, down his neck to his collarbone. He felt it seethe up against his spine. He let his mouth hang open and the pain slowly began to subside.
"I'll break your ribs last," she said as she sat behind him to the side. "You'll need to be able breathe deep throughout this." She pulled his balls up to the left and he panted his whimpers suddenly faster. "Don't worry, baby. It'll all be over in about ten minutes, tops. I'm gonna slice them off then crush the cords. Crushing the cords hurts like crazy, but just keep breathing and don't panic. Fear makes it worse."
He whimpered weak and high, "Jesus...Jesus...Jesus..." She held his balls in her right hand tightly bunched in the bottom of his sack, took the razor from his back, set the blade just above them and said, "Here we go. You're entering into a new world, now!"
"Jesus fuck," he whispered, and she yanked her left hand down and back. Flynn winced his eyes shut at that same sound, like the blade zipped through a stack of wet paper. Paul Hurlbut gasped and his scream began as an inhalation then heaved rapidly out, ringing like a tiny bell around the dungeon.
"Stay with me!" she said, "The pain's already dying down, but this is the worst part now! Hold on tight!" She set the bottom of his scrotum on his shuddering back, waited to see if the balls would roll out.
He felt her fingers up inside his sack, something cold closed around his right spermatic cord high against his pelvis. Crunch. He screeched loud and it rose smoothly through the full range of his falsetto voice. He bucked and shook hard in his sling and then he heard another crunch. This one did not hurt. His screech quickly began weakening into a keening mewl and he felt something close around his left cord. Crunch. He yiped in tremulous, warbling brilliance and then the yipe rumbled into a gurgling low groan, his whole body flexed stiff and he puked a roaring bellow into his drain. Crunch. He dry-heaved hard yowls, coughing and spitting stomach acid.
"Okay! The worst is over! Breathe as deep as you can with every breath, Paul! The pain's already going away! Be patient! It'll take ten minutes at most!" She stood and took his balls, set the burdizzo on the floor by the razor and walked over to John Fulp's cage. As he saw her beautiful feet step before him, Paul Hurlbut shit across the floor. She did not turn around, only squatted and held Hurlbut's severed nutsack in front of Fulp's eyes. He swallowed and tasted sharp bile, glanced up at her. He nodded. She dumped the balls out, tossed the scrotum behind her and it splashed in Paul Hurlbut's shit in the center of the room. "Open."
Fulp opened his mouth and she set the first testicle in. He looked down from her glowing green eyes to her feet, belched through his nose, then bared his teeth and crushed the ball between his molars. It was just as intolerably bitter as the last one, but now he was single-minded. He breathed deep through his nose and chewed fast, slurping and smacking his tongue, sucking nut meat from behind his teeth and grinding at the tunica. "Alright." He swallowed and gritted his teeth. No nausea. He breathed slower and gulped again. She grinned and held the other one to his lips. He opened his mouth, let it rest on his tongue and quickly swished it under his other molars, chomped and it popped with a juicy splash across his tongue. He quickly chewed and slathered the bitter paste around, crunching the tunica with gristly crackles. "Go for it!" He swallowed immediately and the testicle walls tickled his throat as they slid ragged over and down. No nausea. He shut his eyes and gulped, gulped, gulped. He waited for the nausea but it never started. He hiccupped and burped testicle mush to the top of his neck, but it didn't reach his tongue. His stomach rumbled. He whimpered, "Nn-nn!" and shook his head. The rumbling ebbed down.
"Well done! How did they taste?"
His eyes went up to hers and he was careful not to make it look like a glare. He failed. "Fucking bitter and disgusting!"
"Well. I like them!"
"Can I...mmay I have a blowjob, instead?"
She shook her head and said simply, "No." He sighed and looked down. "I'm not averse to it, but it's more reward than you deserve."
He gulped and said, "May I have a footjob, then?"
She arched an eyebrow. "Hmm." He gazed into her flaming eyes. "One condition. You lick my feet clean when you're done."
He swallowed and said, "Fine." She smiled and disappeared. She hopped over Paul Hurlbut's trail of shit, went behind Flynn, who was looking at the man closest to him on his left. That man could crane his head far enough to see Flynn and he glared furiously at him and his giant cock. She returned with the hose and a small black plastic jar, rinsed the center of the floor clean into Hurlbut's drain, set the hose down and placed the jar on Steve Alexander's back. He was not squirming anymore, but Flynn could see his belly swell and sink in. Whether he was asleep or awake, his pain seemed to be ended.
She took the towel from Fulp's back and pulled his cage across the floor out from between the other two. Then she pulled it over onto its side, her biceps, abs and legs flexing splendidly, and set it down gently. Then she pulled it over again and Flynn watched the vein in her right biceps, muscle rippling it fat and blue. Her triceps were gorgeously huge. None of her muscles was very cut and that was exactly what he considered the most beautiful physique for a woman. She obviously agreed with him since bodybuilding requires precise artistry. She held the cage steady on edge and said, "Put your chin to your chest." Fulp did so and she gently set the cage down.
He now hung on his back in the sling directly behind David Andersen, who squirmed very little, and directly beneath a fluorescent light. He winced his eyes shut. "Wouldn't want to crack your skull," she said and wiped her feet with the towel, then folded it, pulled his head up and set it under him. He sighed as the ache in his ribs waned. He could finally relax some. The only pain he had felt were slight twinges when his sack jostled against the staples, but now nothing hurt. Then the light dimmed and he opened his eyes. Cassandra sat down naked directly over his face, legs spread on either side of the cage, then pulled them up Indian-style and wiped something all over her feet. They glossed in the light. Fulp stared with wide eyes up at her puffy, magnificent pussy gaping open, her massive, round mountains of asscheeks flexing with her thighs. She sat on the very edge of the cage's top. If she slipped off her pussy would land right on his mouth and her ass would cover his eyes.
"This is called 'Pink.' Best lube on the market. Very thin and lasts as long as you need it to. So you'll feel my feet more than the lube." Her pussy dripped then, continued dripping and her juice was landing right on John Fulp's upper lip, the tip of his nose, rolling warm across his right cheek. He opened his mouth, tilted his head and it dripped to the back of his throat. He swallowed and opened again. "How's it taste?"
He spoke through a guttural moan, "Fucking delicious!"
"Oh, thank you!"
"It's...like...sliced ham on Thanksgiving Day!" She busted out laughing. "Seriously!" he said and she heard him lapping, lapping. "Just like fresh ham. With strong notes of pineapple and cloves!"
Really! What a connoisseur you turned out to be!" She closed the jar and tossed it away, then held both sides of the cage, stretched her legs out and he felt her feet close warm and gentle around his cock. She rolled them around it, hugged it between them and John Fulp's eyes rolled up white and he closed them. He felt his glans press between her toes and slowly spread them apart.
"Ohhh, Jesus! Fuck me!" he whispered.
"Mm-hmm!" She turned them to the side and slowly slid her arches up and down from hilt to tip, her left one cradling the top of his cock and her right massaging the underside. His breath quickened. "You know what the plateau phase is? Of a sexual climax?"
He gulped her cum and panted, "Yeah."
"When you crest up over the plateau and feel the orgasm just barely starting to build, let me know."
"...right..." Her cum was now trickling into his mouth and he was letting it pool, the splattering echoing dank around the room, then gulping whole mouthfuls of it and smacking his lips. She had leaned to her left and was massaging her clit with her right fingers. She slid her soles back and forth side to side, twisting his dick around, then worked them slowly vertically. "I think I'm about to cum!" She immediately spread her feet away and let his cock throb against him. It was flopping at 150 beats per minute and she purred a chuckle. His breath slowed and he gulped with a bubbly gurgle. Her cum welled up in his mouth again.
His cock began to soften and she let it shrink all the way, then hugged it between her arches and worked it all directions. Now it was hyper-sensitive and quickly plumped up. "Wow! It's actually about eight inches!" she said. "Let me tell you some good news, John." She pressed the tip between her middle toes, then the middle toes of her other foot and slid one foot up and the other down, not touching his glans, just his shaft. "You'll only be in prison for a year. Eight months with good behavior. When you get out, if you're smart, you'll get a job that pays well."
"I think! I - think!" he choked on her cum. She released his dick and watched it throb. He whimpered frantically, "Aren't you gonna make me cum?"
"Of course! What I'm doing is making you last a nice long time." He undulated with a rising orgasm that suddenly calmed. He laid his head back on the towel and caught his breath, opened his mouth, and the trickling resumed. "Use the money to get some prosthetic balls. They look and feel just like the real thing. Get some big ones. If you can score a girlfriend, come clean with her at the beginning, and if she's cool with it - and these days many women are - you'll still be able to fuck her. You just need to take testosterone and viagra. The first gives you your sex drive back and the second will make your dick rock hard."
She hugged his flaccid cock between the toes of both feet and kneaded them around it. It started plumping. "Your orgasms won't last as long. Couple seconds. And won't be as intense, but you'll still be able to have them as often as you want. You just have to use medication, and it's cheap."
He moaned, "Why are you being so nice to me now?"
"Well...you're the first virgin I ever had to castrate. I'm not sorry I did, but...I mean, I do sympathize with you. And you're not all that bad a criminal."
"Oh, fuck me, keep going!" he purred. She released his cock. "Oh fuuuuck..." His cock twitched and flopped rapidly. Then slowly relaxed and softened.
"You gotta let me know earlier than that! You almost blasted off."
"Okay...sorry." He felt her soles slide over his inner thighs, then on edge flanking his cock. She slid them slowly back and forth.
"This is the part where I'd massage your balls if you had any." He gulped a mouthful of cum and opened for another. "I'll give your dick a few minutes." He started rocking forward and backward in his sling as she pressed her feet into his thighs and rubbed them back and forth, curling her toes under, kneading around his cock. Then John Fulp heard her sing in a husky, sonorous contralto, "I sailed a wild, wild sea, I climbed a tall, tall mountain, met an old, old man beneath a weeping willow tree." He swished her cum around and actually chuckled once in a moan, then gulped. "He said, 'Now if you've got some questions come and lay them at my feet.'" She carefully angled her left heel around and under his stapled scrotum and massaged it into his taint, and tapped her right foot against the underside of his cock. He didn't grunt or yelp. He moaned. She tapped in time with her singing. "'But my time here is brief, so you'll have to pick just three.' And I said, 'What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart? And how can a man like me remain in the light?" His cock stiffened. "'And if life is really as short as they say, then why is the night so long?' Then the sun went down and he sang for me this song."
He felt her feet pick up his dick and turn lengthwise then stop moving. His cock plumped between them but they didn't move. "See I once was a young fool like you. Afraid to do the things that I knew I had to do." He swished and she smiled and worked her clit faster. He opened his eyes and watched it stream straight down into his mouth. She started working his cock, toes squeezing around it and stroking up and down but not touching his glans. "So I played an escapade just like you. I played an escapade just like you." Her left heel dug into his taint again and his glans pressed firm between her right toes. John Fulp grinned, mouth open and filling. He closed his eyes and his body started waving, rocking from head to feet. "I sailed a wild, wild sea, I climbed a tall, tall mountain, met an old, old man who sat beneath a sapling tree." John Fulp's orgasm was building, chewing up from his taint where she was rolling her heel around. Her cum spilled over his lips and cheeks and poured warm down his face, into his ears, soaking the towel. He breathed through his nose and he could thank Nature for helping with that.
She pressed both soles against his cock, nestled it between her soft arches and worked it up and down fast, firm, heating it up, but she didn't touch his glans. "He said, 'Now if you've got some questions come and lay them at my feet. But my time here is brief. So you'll have to pick just three.' And I said, "What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart?" John Fulp whimpered faster, faster, then grunted loudly and she grinned, brought her soles tight together around the head of his cock and pumped them up and down as fast and strongly as she could. His body jerked, jolted, and bucked in time with his grunts. He gritted his teeth and she heard a huge gulp. Her juice streamed across his teeth and cum blasted hot and thick, pearl-white between her feet. "And how can a man like me remain in the light?" She worked her feet side to side rolling around his glans and cum spurted in thick, jetting ropes onto the side of the cage. She could hear it splatting out and worked him faster, kneading with her soles as hard as she could. His shackles were rattling and his grunts were breaking into falsetto.
"And if life is really as short as they say, then why is the night so long?" Then the sun went down and he played for me this song." She pointed his cock up at her and stroked it firm all the way down. A rich rope a quarter-inch thick blasted three feet to the center of her chest, warm and creamy. His grunts were now mixed with sobbing as he struggled to breathe fast enough through his nose. She worked every inch of his cock fast, tip to hilt to tip to hilt, squeezing her feet together so hard her inner thighs were rippling and her calves were flexed tight. Cum blasted and blasted all over her chest, her tits heaving as her own orgasm gently spilled over and now her creamy juice was pouring over John Fulp's clenched teeth. Everything sounded to him like he was underwater and that's because her cum had filled his ears. A fat spurt splattered her face and she started wiping it away here and there and licking her fingers.
John Fulp came for thirty seconds straight. She counted twenty-seven fat ropes of thick, milky-white semen spray all over both sides of the cage, cover her feet, and spatter her chest, her tits, her throat and her face. Then it started dying down. She felt his cock soften and she stroked it rapidly side to side until it slimed from between them and flopped down. His body unleashed a final shuddering quake and the last of his cum strung from his dick to the floor.
She quickly pushed her body from the cage and walked her hands down the sides, spun around so her ass was above his knees and sat on the edge, lowered her feet to his mouth and kicked him lightly. He choked and gulped, then opened his eyes. "Quickly now!" she sang and he didn't care anymore. After all, it was his cum. He licked and slathered and sucked first her left sole, between her toes, slurping down his salty, creamy cum. He had tasted it once before, thought it was gross, and now thought the same thing, but didn't dare alter their deal. He sucked her heel and she offered her right foot. He smacked his lips, moaning and sucking her arch and her clit swelled to life again. His tongue slithered between all her toes, sucked her nails and then she pressed his face away with the ball of her foot. His head bounced on the towel and he sighed his eyes closed. John Fulp swallowed a clotted gargle and fell asleep.
She spread her legs and hung them off the sides for a moment, smiling over him. Then she looked to her left and now saw what a 16-inch long, 4-inch thick dick looked like when it was rock hard. Cassandra and Flynn both beheld each other with the same expression, mouths wide open, eyes blinking wide, except she was smiling a little as she surveyed his gargantuan cock.