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Thirty minutes after Flynn finished giving Rose the second greatest orgasm she'd ever had, he finished giving her her greatest, forehead to forehead, pure worship in their eyes as he grunted his teeth clenched and she warbled up wild laughter, writhing under him. Her ankles were locked over his ass and she was pulling him in as deep as she could get him, uterus completely filled, and his grunts finally quieted to panting for the last seven squeezes of his taint, balls flexing hard against him. Then they both shook with little hitches as the afterglow roared all over them and his eyes rolled up for a second. She pulled his face in to hers and they kissed for the next minute to seal the holiness between them. She had over a pint of fresh, hot semen inside her.

He broke the kiss and purred, "Congratulations! Mom!"

She burst into tears and kissed him again, sucking his tongue to his throat, then slurped away and mumbled, "Fucking thank you so much! I love you so fucking much!"

"I love you, too!" He was surprised to realize that he meant every word of that. He was in love with her and the other six women he had impregnated, Sarah, Sam, Lisa, Nikky, Alicia, and Deborah. He was extremely in love with Cassandra. "I'm gonna pull out. You ready?"

"Are you?" She grinned and squeezed as tight as she could and he gasped up a quivering smile, and whimpered up higher, higher as he pulled out with a long sucking slurp. He gave her nipples a nice teething bath, stuffed as much of her huge boobs in as he could and kneaded them with both hands. Then stood back and his cock popped out and sprang straight up to his abs, glistening with her cum. His balls started descending, still as big as oranges.

"Here we go, Rose!" said the Asian, and slid a strap-on up her legs, eased it in and cinched the straps, then flicked it on and Rose closed her eyes and lay back.

"Thanks, babe!"

"You bet!" Then she turned up to Flynn and smiled. "I'm Joan!" She stood about 5'6".

He grinned a slow blink and bowed. "Nice to meet you, Joan! Are you next?"

"No, no! I wish! I'm sixty-third. You thirsty?"

He sighed, "Oh, yes! Very!"

"Stay here. I'll bring you some gatorade." She started padding off to the back.

"I could use some food, too!"

She turned. "Sure! The kitchen can cook anything! And I mean anything! We're like a miniature New Orleans here! Name it!"

He shrugged. "Uh...philly cheesesteak and some fries!"

She smiled. "You got it, honey!" and walked off. Deborah and Cassandra, who was now naked, passed her walking toward Flynn. Cassandra carried a two-gallon glass punchbowl.

"Okay!" she sang. "His cum's been inside her long enough! Time to see just how much there is!" Everyone crowded around and a chuckling purr went up among them. She set the bowl under Deborah, who took her vibrator out, slid it down, kicked it away, squatted and relaxed her pussy. The whole room erupted in a flurry of whispers and moans. Thick, creamy semen as viscous as yogurt and as white as mayonnaise poured out of her in gushes as she flexed again and again, her balloon of a belly squeezing in at the sides.

"Holy fucking fuck!" she yelped brightly, her smiling teeth gaping wide open, and many women joined her in saying more or less the same thing as she filled the bowl. Cum gushed from her for one minute and forty-four seconds and slowly her washboard abs became visible, flexing it out of her. A woman with very long, blonde hair, who had yet to introduce herself to Flynn, walked up, grabbed his shoulder, he turned, and she pulled him down into a pussy-flavored French kiss, moaning down his throat. He recognized her as the same blonde who had brought a frying pan down on a man's balls back in prison, as Anna had walked him past that room. He felt her hands squeeze his asscheeks and give them a delicious nail-tickling massage.

Then she broke the kiss and said, "Kaitlyn! I'm fourth after Anna!" Then she turned his head back to Deborah, squeezing the last gush of his cum into the bowl, and it slopped right up to the rim, swirled with her pussy juice. It almost had an iridescent rainbow quality in the dim lamplight. "That's fucking sexy!" Kaitlyn snarled, stood behind him and kneaded his ass nice and deep, rolling her fists into the sides. He moaned and his legs shivered. "That's fucking hot! Isn't that sexy?! Oh, my God, babe!"

"Two fucking gallons!!!" Cassandra and Deborah both squealed and the room erupted into cheers and clapping, bright, merry laughter. The bartenders came hurrying with platters full of empty glasses of all sizes, shotglasses, whiskey tumblers, coffee cups, beer steins, and started passing them out. Cassandra carefully hefted the bowl up and held it for everyone to dip their glass in and Flynn was now surrounded by over a hundred beautiful women all chugging his cum with clucking throat groans, clotted, airy smacks, their throats rolling down and up in huge waves, cum streaming from their chins. Sarah and Sam curled their arms around each other and drank until bottoms up.

His cock had no intention of going soft. Joan returned with two thirty-two ounce gatorades for him, ice cold, and he thanked her and drank both. "Alright, gang!" Cassandra called. "Drink all you want! But Flynn's taking a quick dinner break! Who's next?!"

"I am!" a voice came and she turned. Anna was holding up her hand with a wide grin just on this side of the bare floor where the men in cages watched and waited with expressions of clear despair. That meant they still hoped for the best. Flynn waved to her. Bare naked, five feet nine inches, with tits bigger and heavier than Cassandra's, thick, wavy red hair, bangs fluffed high, down to a perfectly round ass that could pull a train.

Just then a brunette emerged from the curtains with two trays. She walked over to the tuxedoed teenager locked in the farthest cage, head down, a small bowl beneath him filled with blood. She set one tray on a stool behind him, then came forward through the crowd with Flynn's cheesesteak and fries.

He ate dinner quickly, with half of another bottle of gatorade, and then Anna, smiling ear to ear, beckoned him with her finger. He walked between all the furniture and she climbed into a full bed on her knees, raised her ass and said, "Doggy! And I love it fast and deep!"

He smiled and climbed on behind her. "Wait!" Cassandra said, and she climbed on under Anna, on her back and pulled herself by Anna's thighs under her pussy. "Flynn and I are gonna tagteam you, honey! Make you cum so hard you go fucking insane from it!"

"Fuck yeah," she purred and looked back with a wink. "Go ahead!"

He set his knees, kneaded his hands into her cheeks and plunged in. "Holy sh--!!" he growled and laughed up a groan as he pushed as hard as could to go deeper. Anna whimpered higher, louder, shuddered her mouth into a gaping grin, tongue lolled out, eyes crossed, and Cassandra went to work on the front of her clit while Flynn's cock gave the back of it the most loving hug it had ever felt. "Fuck me! We could start a fucking fire in there!" he snarled and shoved fourteen inches in, mashed against her cervix and her eyes rolled up. Drool slimed to the mattress between Cassandra's knees. Anna was cumming too hard to eat her out. All she could do was writhe against them. Cassandra held her steady by her thighs and Flynn held her hips, pounding fourteen inches in and out three times a second while Cassandra sucked and teethed her clit, sucked her labia, sucked his shaft and his swinging balls bopped her eyes with every thrust.

Cassandra slurped away long enough to say, "Her lips are shivering!! I've never been able to make her do that!! This is the hardest orgasm she's ever had!!"

He growled through his teeth, "Well, it'll be a nice long time before I cum again so let's see how long we can keep her going!!"

"Fuck yeah!! Our record is forty-six minutes!! Let's fucking do it!!"

By far the most glorious feeling he had yet experienced in this room was right now, plowing open a pussy every bit as tight as Cassandra's and knowing full well he wouldn't be able to cum for quite a while.

Sam and Sarah led Mary, the high schooler, past them with lusty, grinning moans as they gave Anna the greatest orgasm in the history of the human species. They took Mary to the back of the room where the woman who had brought the two trays of food from the kitchen took a red, plastic basket with a sheet of wax paper in it from the tray behind Mary's prom date. She looked up and asked, "What's his name? He won't tell me."

Mary said, "Allen Turner."

"Allen?" the woman asked. He wouldn't look up. He just hung his head straight down at the bowl of blood. Sam yanked him up by his hair and he wept at them with huge, reddened hazel brown eyes, great fat tears welled up in them, his cheeks sheeted with them, his mouth quivering. They had taken his entire world from him. "Open your mouth!" she said with a bit of a growl.

He sniffed. He started panting. He wanted to speak, but his mouth was too seized up with grief. He shook his head.

She widened her eyes and nodded. "You've got plenty of body parts we can still cut off, babe!"

He swallowed a whimper and slowly opened his mouth. She stuck a fork into the basket and brought before his eyes one of his balls, cut open lengthwise, breaded and deep-fried to a golden brown. He looked at it, shut his mouth and wept fresh tears down his cheeks, sniffling and whimpering up high like a little girl. She chuckled and said, "Eat it!"

He shook his head and finally managed a word, "Pppplease!" Barely more than a whining whisper.

"You eat both of them and we'll let you go! No jail! No courtroom!"

He took a deep breath and opened his mouth. She stuffed it in and said, "Close!" He did and the fork sang back out between his teeth. "Chew it up really well. Don't swallow till I say!"

He started chewing and they could hear crispiness. He winced, his nose scrunched, and he nearly spat. He beheld each of them in turn, all smiling at him, even Mary. He chewed for fifteen seconds and she said, "Okay, swallow."

He took another breath and heaved forward with as strong a gulp as he could. It went down and stayed down. He wept silently up at them and the fork came into view again. He opened his mouth and she stuffed his other ball in. He closed it and started chewing. Fifteen seconds later he had consumed his own manhood.

"How did they taste, babe?" she asked, and they all started giggling.

He belched and groaned as he tasted them again. Then he glared through his tears at them and said, "Fuck you!"

"Oh, we're going to!" She was ready for him to say that. "Attempted rape? I mean, thank God they stopped you and saved her!" Then she turned to Mary and said, "Do you wanna rape him?"

She frowned. "Huh? What--"

"A dildo up his ass!"

She shook her head.

"No problem! Well, you're welcome to stay and watch!" Then she turned back to Allen and said, "Eighteen years old! Trying to lose your virginity by force! Well, you're about to lose your anal virginity, babe! How does eighteen different women sound?"

He moaned up, "Nnnoo!! Nnnnoooo!! Nnnoooo!!!" stuttering and mumbling only that word as she walked behind and yanked his pants off. She left his tuxedo coat and shirt on, and spun around to the shelf behind the cages, brought back a strap-on over a foot long and three inches thick, slid it up her legs and adjusted it. There was no dildo for her, just a clit bulp. She flicked it on and purred up with it, set it at his asshole and said, "No fucking lube, bitch!" and shoved it all the way in as hard as she could.

He howled up at the ceiling, desperate, panting wails and thrashed wildly against his shackles but they held him fast as she slammed it in and out of him as fast as possible, gritting her teeth, and Allen Turner, would-be rapist and runner-up Prom King only two hours earlier screamed like a bottle rocket that would never die as a giant vibrating dildo stretched him wide open all the way to his transverse colon.

Mary shuddered up a giddy giggle. Sam and Sarah turned with grins to her. "Sure you don't wanna be one of the lucky eighteen?" Sam asked.

She nodded and blushed.

"You want someone to take you home?"

She nodded.

"Alright, Cassandra will be okay with me borrowing her car. Let me go ask." She walked back to Flynn and Cassandra fucking and sucking Anna and as she was about to ask, Anna's silent drooling grin yelped up into a maniacal laughing scream as desperate as Allen's coming from the back.

"She's cumming!!" Cassandra yelled. "She's cumming!! Pull out! Pull out!" Flynn yanked out with a loud pop and they both held her steady as pussy juice sprayed like a firehose all over Cassandra for the next twenty seconds. Anna's screaming shut off and her abs flexed hard as stone, her ass undulating in Flynn's grip, her inner thighs rippling, her labia roiling open and shut. Cassandra put her hands in the hot spray of lady cum, and when Anna was finished she writhed down into a panting moan.

"Fuck yes!" Flynn snarled. "Let's see how many more times we can make her do that!!"

"Fucking A! Get back in there!!" Cassandra purred and he pounded it back in to her cervix. Then he felt Cassandra's hands grip his sack behind his swinging balls and give it an oily, squeezing, twisting massage and his eyes rolled up, his mouth fell open wide.

"Holy fucking Jesus!!" he said to the ceiling. "Holy fuck, babe! Yes!! Keep it up!!"

"Cassandra, do you mind if I borrow your car real quick and take this girl home? She wants to leave."

They heard her suck off Anna's clit and pant, "Yeah, sure! No problem!" Then the sucking slurps resumed. Anna just grinned agape at the ceiling, eyes crossed, body bouncing as Flynn gave her fourteen inches five times a second, their juicy, bucking hip smacks resounding around the room. Allen screamed ragged and raucous from the back and just then the woman fucking him buried the dildo and shook hard all over, moaning through her teeth. Her feet shivered on her toes and pussy juice splattered beneath him.

"Fucking take that shit, bitch!" she said through a clotted grumble. Then she yanked it out, dripping blood and called, "Who wants to be next?!"

One of the bartenders raised her hand and said, "Me! I do!" Allen started sobbing loud heaves of sorrow and pain at the floor, lolling his head around.

"Get over here and pound him hard, Kayla!" she panted, and Kayla walked around behind him, slipped the dildo up and on and shoved it right back into his ass. He barked up a strident shriek and she purred in his ear, "Seventeen to go, fucker!"

"PLEASE!!! PLEASE!! I'M SORRY!!! I'M SO SORRY!!!" But Allen Turner was about to discover just how truly merciless the women in the Guild were. She grabbed his shoulders to steady him and fucked him as hard and fast as she could, and he stopped screaming with each thrust long enough to vomit his balls onto the floor.

Sam led Mary to the double doors, but Mary stopped and said, "You know? Um..." Her voice wavered.

"Yeah?"

Mary's lips slowly spread into a little flirty grin. She still wore braces. "Maybe I'll stay a while."

Sam chuckled and said, "You are abslutely welcome to stay as long as you like, babe! Don't you have parents?"

She shook her head. "No, a legal guardian, and she's a piece of shit. She doesn't give a fuck if I come back tonight."

She put her arm around her shoulders and said, "Well, come on andI'll introduce you! You hungry?"

Deborah padded towering over from the beds with the black man who had been eating her out when they first walked in. His hands were cuffed behind him and he stood about five feet ten inches, muscular but slim, no more than one hundred fifty pounds. She dwarfed him in height and muscle mass and led him by his balls in her right hand toward the cages.

"I promised you a nice blow job, John! And you'll get it when I'm done!" She waved several women over. The one who had just raped Allen Turner wrapped her arm around John's throat from behind and chuckled a moan in his ear, "I'm Misty!" The other bartender and one other woman came over, knelt to the floor and held his knees wide apart.

Deborah grabbed him by both shoulders and snarled, "But first! I'm gonna beat the shit out of your fucking balls!!"

He whimpered weakly, "Please! No!! No!!"

"One hundred knees to the nuts, babe!!" She chuckled and his eyes flew wide as she drew her right leg back and pistoned it up as hard as she could into his crotch. He barked a shriek at the ceiling, shut his eyes and Misty licked his tears from his left cheek. Again and again Deborah pounded her knee up into his balls, popping him two inches off the floor with every one, meaty smacks punctuating his and Allen Turner's desperate, screeching wails. The room had become the same cacophony of howls it had sounded like when Madeleine first opened the door.

At the tenth knee, John's wailing shut off and Deborah stepped out of the way as he retched hard forward and another woman whirled with a pirouette before him and he puked a loud yowling dribble into a trash can. After eight slimy dry heaves of stomach acid his whimpering mewls started up and the woman with the trash can whirled out of the way, Deborah returned before him and her full-force knees resumed. "Thirteen!" she growled. "Fourteen! Fifteen!" By the twentieth, his barking shrieks had become the same desperate banshee screeching bellowing out of Allen, who was being raped by a third woman. Both he and John grimaced wide, gaping agony at the ceiling.

Kayla, his second rapist, had sauntered over to the twelve men in cages, who all beheld the gruesome spectacle with horrified awe. Most of them were in their early twenties. The oldest looked to be in his mid-thirties. "On that note!" she panted, and then called out to several women with their backs to the cages, watching Flynn and Cassandra fuck Anna, "I think it's time we took their manhood, ladies!!" Flynn was holding Anna up high by her hips and she was flexed tight, spraying pussy juice into Cassandra's mouth. Most of the women not taking part in torturing the prisoners of war were fucking each other's brains out. Every bed, every futon, recliner, sofa and chair was in use.

Many of the women Kayla called to turned, grinned and walked over. The men all started moaning up various pleas. "Please!! Please don't do this!!" one of them begged.

"You're all guilty of sedition!!" Kayla snapped. "This is happening!! Enjoy, bitches!!" She squatted under the man farthest on the left as Deborah looked at them, kneeing John for the fiftieth time. He wasn't squawking like a parrot on fire anymore. Allen was. Now John was panting out fast, raging howls in a full chest-voiced bass register and his howls were no longer in time to her knees. The two women holding his knees were rolling their eyes at the ceiling, slackened smiles open wide and cum was splattering the floor between their squatting feet.

Kayla snatched the caged man's balls in both hands, kicked her feet out behind him and now his balls bore all one hundred and thirty-five pounds of her body weight. He growled his eyes clenched at the ceiling, louder, louder as she swung back and forth under him, and then he panted rapid falsetto yelps in a manic trembling flutter as he felt his spermatic cords stretching, the tunicas slowly ripping open in spirals around them.

The man next to him watched with dismay until a woman strode before him and he met her eyes in horror. She grinned her bright teeth at him like a wolf in heat and snarled, "I'm just gonna squeeze them till they pop, kid!" Then she got on her knees and before he could beg she wrapped a ball up in each palm and squeezed for all she was worth, forearms rippling. He burbled up a weak, bleating mewl, and then panted his mouth wide, howling fast and high.

The man next to him retched forward and puked hard as he felt thumbs fishing the guts of his balls out from his tunicas.

The next man yiped as a knife sliced over each of his nuts and fingers popped his bluish white balls out of his sack. The woman doing it came around before him with a blow torch, squeezed it on and widened her eyes at him, then disappeared behind him and he screamed the highest, purest blasting bellow of anguish at the ceiling that anyone had yet heard in the room, bucking and thrashing so hard his cage was thumping the floor. She was searing his exposed testicles all around, under them, over his epididymises, roasting them black.

The next man's eyes flew wide and he couldn't scream. He gasped in a weak, whimpering whine as his balls were smashed fast between two bricks. They popped like tomatoes and he flexed growling forward and puked into a waiting trash can. Women everywhere were laughing, squealing, cheering, applauding.

Deborah snarled, "One hundred!" slammed her knee into John's balls one last time and sent him a foot off the floor. They all let him go and he gasped into a coughing gag, his howling shut off, and he curled into the fetal position in mid-air, crashed on his right side and flopped wildly over and over, hands cradling balls that had swollen to the size of apricots, clamped between his knees. His grimace drew wide across his face and he squinted through tears at nothing in particular as he writhed in rocking shivers at their feet. They all laughed brightly and high-fived.

One by one, down the line, hopes and dreams, pride and joy were ripped off, cooked, crushed, fileted, sliced off, until weeks from now there would be only one male bloodline left in the Guild. And as manhoods were stripped away and sobbing sorrow rang up around the room, that one bloodline was helping to create life inside Anna, pumping twenty ounces of it balls-deep straight into her uterus. She had calmed from her glorious pinnacle to a delicious, roaring scorch, looking back with both arms up. Flynn was holding them and fucking the last three inches of his cock full force in and out of her cervix.

"Give me every fucking drop, gorgeous!" she purred, then hung her head over Cassandra's pussy and yelped hard shudders with every thrust, head flopping her red hair draped over the mattress. Cassandra rolled her fingertips around in his taint and he grunted through clenched teeth for another twenty-four seconds. Then his urethra stopped flexing, his balls gave one last hefting squeeze and slowly lowered over Cassandra's eyes. She sucked off Anna's clit and Anna whimpered from soprano quivering down to alto, Flynn let her hands go and they fell limp to her sides, and her thrashes writhed out with flopping squirms as she slid forward face-first down to the headboard.

Flynn sighed and kneaded his hands around in her cheeks for a moment, then slowly pulled out and his cock fell limp between his thighs. Joan, standing behind him, was quick to shove a vibrator inside her and patted her ass. Flynn strode off the bed and staggered over, put his hand on Anna's neck and said, "Anna? You okay?"

She swallowed and croaked up, "Ffffucking love you, Ffflynn!" and she whimpered out a moaning laugh as her afterglow raged on.

She felt his breath on her ear. "I love you, too!" he rumbled as low as he could.

Cassandra patted Joan's leg and when she looked down, she saw Cassandra's cheeks were chipmunked. She stooped and Cassandra shared a huge mouthful of pussy juice with her, both of them gulping, smacking, sucking each other's lips.

The four of them gradually became aware that there was no more screaming in the room. Only low, bellowing sobs from thirteen men who desperately wanted their balls back. But except for Allen, who hung limp in his cage with a steel dog dish filling with blood under his ass, all twenty-four of their balls were in a red, plastic basket being carried merrily through the black drapes beyond the bar.

"Don't try to get up just yet, okay?" Flynn purred. "You just came non-stop for forty-eight minutes!"

"New personal record!" Cassandra moaned, took Joan's hand, and slowly slid out from under Anna.

"How was it?" he asked with a grin. Anna's face was buried in the mattress, surrounded by her wild hair. She suddenly shook all over and he quickly climbed in, wormed his way under her, and hugged her face to his throat. She wept laughter in rolling heaves as he stroked her sweaty back. "Shh. Shhhh...let it all out, honey." His voice rang delectably sonorous into her chest. Her nipples felt like pencil erasers. "Hey," he called and Cassandra and Joan turned. Most of the women behind them were still watching in gaping awe at how long the two of them had made Anna cum. "I'm not Superman, uh..."

"Could've fooled us!" Joan said with a smile. Everyone laughed.

"I could do with about eight hours, you know."

"No problem," Cassandra said, "you earned it!" Then she said to the room, "I mean, we all knew this was going to take weeks! What time is it?"

"Eleven ten," someone said.

"Yeah, let's...uh...let's let Flynn call it for the evening. You'll all get your turn. He'll probably have a quart of cum ready for...who's fourth?"

"I am!" Kaitlyn said.

"Cool. Well, you might wanna get some sleep, too! He's gonna fuck you till you cum yourself insane in the morning!" Everyone moaned. Chuckling lust went up among them.

"I wanna sleep with you," Anna sighed voicelessly.

"You got it, honey!" She looked up and beheld his preposterously beautiful face, huge, hazel brown eyes, fluffy brown hair still parted perfectly, fluffed up high, scruffy brown goatee. He hadn't even broken a sweat. Her mouth seized over into a grimace. He cupped her ass and pulled her up to him, and they kissed for the next three minutes. Then he sucked away and said, "You're a mother now!"

She smiled her eyes closed and slowly laid her head to his right pec. His heart put her to sleep in that instant. Joan and Cassandra started pulling the blanket up over them and tucked them in. Cassandra kissed Flynn and gave him a delicious trapezius massage. "This'll be a full body massage tomorrow morning!" she purred. "How does a nice, big, western omelette sound?"

"Hohhh, fuck yes! Perfect! I could use some gatorade."

"You bet, babe!" Joan said and walked off.

"Tomorrow," Cassandra said as she worked his neck and his eyes rolled up white as he lay back on the pillow, "they're bringing a convoy of buses from ADX Florence. Hundreds of prisoners, some prisoners of war, some just civilians. They're gonna be guilty of everything from drug possession to murder. Anyone guilty of anything worse than grand theft auto will not leave this building with his balls attached. But they're all going upstairs for that. You can go up and take a look around if you're interested. It's a huge shower and sex dungeon about three times the size of this room. Lots of sex games are gonna be going on up there! The kind where two or more men compete. The ones who lose really fucking lose, if you know what I mean!"

"Mm-hmm."

"All you have to do is stay down here and fuck! You get hungry? They'll cook you anything you want! If you have to stop to piss or shit, no problem!"

"The latter probably, but I'm not going to have to piss, I figure. You know I just pumped probably over a pint of cum inside her? That's after I did the very same thing to Rose?"

She grinned. "Yeah?"

"I don't think that was the gatorade. I believe I'm literally drinking lady cum and my balls and prostate and whatever are converting it into my cum."

"Holy fuck! That is the sexiest fucking thing I've ever heard!"

Joan appeared with an orange gatorade and he chugged it, then belched. "Yeah, see I don't have to piss at all."

"Close your eyes and get some rest."

As they walked off he lolled his head right and gazed at the men hanging limp in their cages, most mercifully unconscious. Three women were rearranging sex toys and torture devices on the shelf behind them. About a dozen were getting drinks at the bar. He could hear sizzling coming from behind the drapes. Anna sighed up a sleeping moan and reached her left arm higher around him. He slowly closed and opened his eyes to the blurry sight of women all around him fucking and sucking each other unconscious. It had never stopped since he had been in here. Then he closed his eyes and their moaning put him to sleep.

As they approached the door Flynn saw that the doorknocker was a set of brass balls. Cassandra knocked three times. Two seconds later the door opened and they were greeted by a cacophony of screaming, squeals, roaring howls and wails, whimpers and pleas, quite evenly mixed between pain and pleasure. Then a wave of fuck fumes came billowing out, along with the garlicky feet stench of weed, and smoky barbecue aromas. Music was playing but it was too distant for him to place it. Maybe the 1970s or '80s.

The woman who opened the door was wearing the dress blues of a police officer, with a full utility belt, handgun, taser, cuffs, pepper spray, and she had an AR-15 slung across her front. She was 5'9," with C-cups under her shirt, and grinned her ice blue eyes at them. "Cass! Sam! Sarah! C'mon in!"

They walked in and Flynn looked ahead at the concierge counter. Two women stood behind it, both brunettes with hair in the same style as his, short in the back, with high, fluffy bangs parted in the center. They were topless and both sported heavy, swaying D-cup breasts, gorgeously pert with juicy, hard nipples and areolas the size of quarters. They were wearing jeans and both bit their lips as they eyed him up and down. They were in their early 20s. The lighting in this opening foyer was fluorescent. One staircase to the left of the counter spiraled up out of sight. There were double wood doors past it, and double wood doors close on his right. Most of the voices came from there.

"Holy fuck, Cass!" the officer purred and he looked to her, sizing him up like a piece of meat.

"Take my word for it," she said. "He's gonna make you cum harder than you ever thought humanly possible! Over and fucking over!"

"I dunno! I can imagine cumming pretty fucking hard!" She had a pretty soprano voice, short blonde hair parted in the center.

He bowed and offered his hand. "Flynn Fitzherbert." She shook it and he was immediately impressed by her grip and squeezed back.

"Madeleine. You can call me Mattie." She also looked to be in her 20s.

"Rose!" squealed the lady on the left behind the counter, then gasped and put her hands over her mouth. She was blushing deeply.

The lady next to her chuckled and said, "Caroline. Call me Charly! With a Y."

"I'm honored to meet you!" he said in his best bass voice.

Rose gasped again and said, "Holy fuck, I'm number two!" She waved her hands at her face and snorted.

"Huh?" he asked.

"Yeah," Cassandra said, "they already drew lots. She's second. After Debbie."

"I'm five hundred and seventeenth," Mattie said. "That's why I'm guarding the door. Sucks to be me, right?"

"Well, don't worry. When he gets to you, he'll have PLENTY of cum ready!" Then she said to Rose, "And, babe? He is gonna make you cum so hard you pass out! And right before you do, he is gonna fill you the fuck up!"

Rose moaned up a grin and wiped her eyes.

"Well, Debbie's right past those doors!" Mattie said and pointed to Flynn's right. "Getting warmed up for you!"

"Alright!" Cassandra moaned and rubbed her hands together fast, then strode past Flynn, turned the knob and pushed it open. She walked in ahead of him and all the women in the foyer followed. This next room was about the size of a basketball court. Sofas, loveseats, recliners, futons, and full beds lay everywhere and it was something of a labyrinth to walk between them. Nightstands and small desks sat beside most of them. This front half of the room was carpeted in dark blue. The rear half was a hardwood floor. There was a full bar with two topless bartenders wearing light blue dresses in the back on the left side. Black curtains blocked his view of what was behind that.

Potted plants, mostly ferns, hung at every window and all the drapes were dark-colored, most open slightly. He counted twelve men in front of the bar, sitting naked in iron cages, their knees spread apart in separate canvas slings, their arms and feet shackled to the sides of the cages. Four naked women, three white, one black strode back and forth among them, in front and behind. He watched one of them unleash a kick up between a man's thighs as hard as she could from behind and he barked up a weak howl at the ceiling, writhing and swinging in his slings. He coughed and spat dribbling in front of him, then gagged hard, flexed and one of the other women spun like she was dancing, whirled a black, plastic trash can before him and he puked hard into it. The four women laughed merrily.

The lighting throughout the room came mostly from desk lamps and was fairly dim but he could see well enough to count over a hundred women, almost all of them completely naked, and many fucking each other. Sixty-nines galore, one-sixty-nine threeways with strap-ons, two-sixty-nine fourways. Black, white, Hispanic, Asian, women from all over the world, no one younger than eighteen, no one older than Debbie, who had turned forty today. The music was "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun."

The instant they walked in, all movement in the room stopped except for the dozen or so women shuddering and writhing from orgasms. Once those had died down everyone was looking at him. The black drapes past the bar parted and a woman appeared carrying a tray of steaming food. She stopped dead in her tracks over a hundred feet away when she what everyone else was looking at. The most impossibly beautiful man on Earth had just walked in with Cassandra and a few others. They had all seen the video of Cassandra jerking him off so they knew he was packing, but none of them had ever seen his face until now. And one by one, jaws started dropping.

"Holy shit!" a black woman relaxing in a recliner said, about twenty feet away in the middle of the room. She was holding a tumbler full of iced whiskey and a naked black man was on his knees with his face in her lap clearly eating her out. Flynn began to notice then as he surveyed the room that every single woman in there lifted weights. They all had washboard abs and huge muscles, but they all still looked gorgeously feminine. Mammoth, muscular thighs and butts, wide shoulders and ripped upper arms. Some had neatly trimmed pubes but most were clean shaven. Breasts of all sizes but none of them sagged.

"He looks like he just walked out of a fucking Disney cartoon! Jesus!" an Asian woman said on a futon about ten feet from him on the right. She was the bottom of a sixty-nine. The top was a Latina. Both had long straight black hair and C-cup tits and the Latina's pussy was dripping into the Asian's face.

Flynn smiled warmly at them. Then the black woman stood and the man eating her out sat back on his knees. "Oh, yeah," Cassandra said, "I forgot to tell you. The condition that causes her to produce only two or three eggs per ovulation also made her grow to seven feet!" Flynn's eyes widened as his face followed her higher and higher. She was every bit of seven feet tall, probably two hundred and twenty pounds of beautifully voluptuous muscle, skin a luscious mocha, legs that looked like they could crush a man's ribcage, upper arms almost as big as his, an eight-pack of abs flexing with each breath. Her long black hair fell wavy and full. Her tits were at least double Es, with wide, brown areolas, and they swayed heavy with fat.

She looked down at the man on his knees and said, "Spread 'em!" The man looked up and moaned a little shake of his head. Flynn couldn't see his face. "Spread 'em!" she sang into a bright white grin. He took a deep, shaky breath, spread his knees wider and rose off his calves. She drew her right leg back and snapped it forward as hard as she could into a loud meaty smack between his thighs. He popped a foot off the floor and curled with a heaving growl through his teeth into the fetal position before he landed, writhing and coughing, gasping in ragged gulps of air as he flopped over and over on the carpet.

She laughed and stepped barefoot over him and walked between four beds and two sofas up to Flynn, stood before him and her tits swayed right in his face. "Holy fucking shit! You are so fucking good-looking!" she moaned in a sonorous mezzo-soprano.

He smiled and blushed. "Thank you, mistress! So are you!"

"You can call me Deb! I saw the video! Please tell me you can fucking get me pregnant today!"

"I'm absolutely sure of it! But it's been two months of orgasm denial, so I might not last too long the first time."

"I totally understand! If you cum as much as you did in the video, that alone will make me have a rocking fucking orgasm! Holy fuck! I can't wait!"

"Well, then!" Cassandra said, "Let's go ahead and get to it, shall we?" And she announced to the whole room, "Show 'em the goods!" Deborah stepped out of the way.

Flynn smiled a little and kicked his boots off, unfastened his green vest and slipped it off. Cassandra took it and his shoes while he threw his shirt over his head and pulled it off. A moan went up around the room. His muscles were gargantuan and cut sharper than he had ever managed, veins bulging down his biceps, a perfect V-shaped torso. "Fuck yes!" a black woman purred from a sofa five feet away. She had short, curly black hair and hadn't been fucking anyone when he walked in. She held a pina colada in her left hand and brought her right fingers to her pussy.

He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his khakis and slid them to his ankles. The moan around the room got louder. His legs, even his calves, were colossal. He had his dick stuffed down the right leg of his blue boxer briefs. He slowly slid them down and kicked them off, stood up and the moan rose with chuckles of pure lust. Deborah stepped up to him and gently lifted his flaccid cock straight up.

"Holy fuck!" someone muttered. "Those are bigger than a fucking Clydesdale's nuts!" She kneaded the underside of his cock and it plumped right up in less than ten seconds to its full sixteen inches, a throbbing four and a half inches thick. The moan around the room became squeals and clapping and whispers of "what number are you?"

He stooped and pulled his socks off and Cassandra threw everything into a chair by the front window. Deborah grinned, winked, and motioned him over to a vacant, red futon, drank the rest of her whiskey with one snort and set the glass of ice on a nightstand. Then she turned and said, "Hey! What's the best position for procreation?"

Madeleine left the room, with one last gaze at Flynn before she closed the double doors.

"Uh, doggy, I think," Cassandra said, "But with as much cum as he's gonna pump inside you, it really doesn't matter!"

"Mmmm!" she moaned at him. "Then it's gonna be my favorite! Reverse cowgirl! And when you cum, I'm gonna give your balls a nice yanking massage! I'm gonna make you cum as hard as fucking possible for as long as possible!"

"And I'm gonna do exactly the same thing to you!" he purred and eased onto the futon, adjusted the pillow behind him and lay in a sitting-up position as she strode her long right leg over him and set her beautiful foot on the floor. She probably wore a man's size 15 and she was so tall she was able to stand over the tip of his glans as he pushed it down from his abs. She grabbed it, squatted, and eased it in. They both sighed as he stretched her from clenched shut to four and a half inches wide and her puffy labia sang with delight. "Holy Jesus, you're tight!" he growled.

"No, I'm not!" she purred and gasped a wide grin back at him and he groaned up high at the ceiling as she squeezed her pussy shut tight with every ounce of strength she had in it and kept descending. "Now I am!" And she giggled as his whimpers rose higher, higher, and he started shuddering hard under her as she quickly rode him down to her cervix, bit her lip and closed her eyes with a shivering moan as he spread it open slowly, slowly wider and his whimpers shot up into falsetto as he clenched his beautiful teeth and felt his glans plop through all the way back to his flare. She ground her hips against him and settled her massive, juicy ass in his lap.

"Holy fuck! You are a boiling hot vise in there!" he snarled. She sighed and lay back warm against him and he hugged her around, crossed his arms in front of her and kneaded his hands into her breasts.

"Fuck yeah! I love a nice boob massage! Keep going!" He rubbed his thumbs over and over her nipples, teasing her areolas and giving her tits some nice rolling squeezes.

"Now, let's go over the ground rules!" Cassandra called out to the room. No one had resumed fucking. They were all watching Deborah and Flynn and most were fingering themselves or using vibrators. "Everyone in here wants to get pregnant! And everyone wants Flynn to do the honors! So absolutely no ball torture inflicted on him! We need his sperm swimming hot, straight, and normal! There's plenty of fresh meat around the Guild to unleash all your sadism on! Flynn will do absolutely anything you tell him! So you decide what position! If you want to peg him, fine! But! Be gentle! He loves it! It'll make him cum harder! But only go rough and hard if he says it's okay! He will only cum in your pussies!! If you wanna give him a quick suck, fine! But there's five hundred and seventeen of you! So we need every cumshot to do its job! Understood!?"

Several women said, "Yeah!" Most just nodded their heads and grinned at each other. None of them went back to fucking. The ones in the back who couldn't see came closer. Everyone stood or sat around and watched Flynn pounding the last four inches of that gigantic cock up with hard, grunting bucks, fucking Deborah's cervix in and out three strokes a second and she was yelping with each thrust, her head lolled back against his shoulder, smiling wide open at the ceiling. Her pussy was much tighter than Cassandra's and Flynn couldn't comprehend how that was possible. Then he heard Cassandra's voice purr in his ear, "Remember how I said I can lift a fifty-pound dumbbell with my pussy?"

He couldn't answer. He was too focused on making Deborah's wailing yelps go higher. "Well, she can lift an eighty-pounder! Enjoy, babe! I'll be around!" And she sauntered off. He picked up the pace, six thrusts a second, kneading Deborah's tits and sucking her trapezius, and she finally crested over her plateau, raised her feet from the floor and her knees shivered together up to her chest, feet rubbing over each other. She grabbed the sides of his butt and dug her nails in and Deborah Walters, estate lawyer turned Captain in the U. S. Marine Corps, gripped Flynn's dick balls-deep so tight that he was legitimately afraid her cervix was going to pinch his glans off right behind his flare.

A meaty smack rang from the back of the room and someone wailed. Laughter.

He kept fucking as hard as he could but his dick would no longer move. Her pussy held it completely immobile and the squeezing, churning boil of her orgasm was more than enough to send him over the brink. In that instant the ecstatic bliss was so intolerable that his eyes crossed but didn't roll up white. Hers did and she thrashed a rocking, gaping moan up at the ceiling as he hugged her tight around her waist with both arms, forearms, biceps and shoulders flexed enormous and pussy juice sprayed out of her in a three-hundred and sixty degree glistening sheet from around his shaft. The women watching all cheered and laughed and clapped, and those closest opened their mouths wide, tongues out, and stood in it for a hot bath.

Flynn's orgasm began three seconds after hers and his voice gave it away as it erupted from bass grunts up into a frantic, desperate falsetto fluttering laughter. Then rapid falsetto grunts as his whole body flexed stiff as a board with each spurt. He thrashed his legs off the futon and set his feet to the floor to steady them both.

"Holy shit!!" someone yelled, "I have never seen pussy lips stretched that fucking tight!!"

"Jesus!! He is rocking her fucking world!!"

Deborah was cumming so hard she was heaving hard over forward and her abs were cut massive as she was forced to do crunches. He held her to him and grunted at the ceiling, spitting from his clenched teeth, eyes crossed adorably, four times per second each grunt matching a great heaving splash of scalding cum jetting into her uterus. She wasn't cumming just because his was the thickest, the best dick she'd ever had. She was cumming with more savage, exploding intensity than she had ever thought possible because she felt his cum spraying inside her uterus and she knew exactly what he was doing. Flynn Fitzherbert couldn't pull out and fill up her vagina because her cervix wouldn't release him.

So she knew certainly that he was about to pump two months' worth of thick, milky rich cum into her uterus and only her uterus. What she didn't know was that he had already completely filled her uterus and his cum was welling up into her fallopian tubes. Flynn had been pumping cum inside her for forty seconds. By the time the first minute was up he would pump cum all the way to the tops of her ovaries. Then it would have nowhere else to go except back down to keep filling her uterus. Flynn Fitzherbert was about to cum non-stop inside Deborah's uterus for ten minutes and fifty-eight seconds of the most furiously, white-hot, deliriously sublime euphoria he had ever experienced. This orgasm had already quadrupled the intensity of the one he'd had two months before.

On and on he bucked her hard upward, bouncing on him, knees drawn up and mashing her tits and she lay her head on his right shoulder and warbled weakly with utterly overwhelmed ecstasy, eyes rolled up white and drooling from a slack grin.

Then the women watching all gasped up a moan. They bore witness to something they all had only fantasized about, but had never thought could be done. Now Flynn was doing it. Deborah's belly was visibly swelling. Cassandra, Lisa, and Samantha had all seen him do this to Sarah two months ago, but not this much. Sarah and Samantha were watching with the rest of them, and since they were already two months' pregnant, they wouldn't get to enjoy Flynn for another seven. But they both sported noticeable baby bumps, and now Deborah's belly was starting to swell outward even larger than theirs.

"Holy shit!" Sarah murmured, and then quickly took her shirt off and said, "Look!! Look!!" Several of the women turned to her and she turned her profile to them. "This is two months of growth!! Look!!" She pointed at Deborah and they turned back. "Hers is even bigger!!

One of them snarled, "Thats fucking hot! That's fucking sexy as fucking shit!! Holy fuck!!"

Another said, "He's fucking inflating her with cum!! Are you guys fucking seeing this!?!?"

Several of them couldn't take it anymore. They rushed back into various sixty-nines on the beds, the sofas, and everyone started eating each other out while they watched the base of Flynn's magnificently monstrous cock stretching wider four times a second. Each stretch was a giant glob of cum flexing into her and her belly swelled wider, rounder as she heaved hard against him and wailed soprano arpeggios, irregular and laughing. Flynn had conquered her. She was overwhelmed and at five minutes in he showed no sign of slowing down.

Then the double doors burst open and everyone but Flynn and Deborah turned with a start as Madeleine the door guard and Lisa Masters, also two months' pregnant, dragged a sobbing man in a black tuxedo into the room. "Nnnnoo!!! Nnnnnooooo!!!" he wept and tried to fight but his hands were cuffed behind him and Madeleine bear-hugged his knees together. Another woman, wearing a pink, satin dress to her ankles walked in behind them, hugging herself and crying. She put her hands over her face when she saw so many people in the room. Sarah and Samantha rushed to her as Madeleine and Lisa dragged the squirming man between all the beds and furniture to the back.

He was blond, close to six feet some of them reckoned, and probably no older than 20. Lisa announced to whomever wanted to hear, "Caught this son of a bitch trying to rape that nice, young girl in his car at their high school!! Guess what's gonna happen to you, you piece of shit!!"

"NNNNNOOOO!!! Nnnoooo!!!"

"Hell fucking yeah!!" she snarled through her teeth and Cassandra appeared through the black curtains past the bar, holding a slice of pizza.

"What did he do?" Lisa told her. Cassandra took a bite and walked over. "Fuck yeah! I'm gonna enjoy this!" The man kicked desperately until two other women stopped sixty-nining, came over and grabbed his knees, pulled them open wide and Lisa drew a ka-bar bowie knife from her right ankle. The man screamed up high just like a girl, eyes like dinner plates, and thrashed wildly but Madeleine had her left arm wrapped around his neck and held him still.

At the front of the room, Samantha and Sarah consoled the young woman and Samantha asked her, "Do you want them to do this?"

She drew in a long breath, trying to calm herself, and said, "I don't really know him. I thought he was a nice guy. One of my classmates. He asked me to the prom and I said yes. I never thought he would try to rape me!"

"Do you want them to do this?"

The woman paused. Then nodded.

Samantha called from the front of the room, "She says she's okay with you doing it!!"

Lisa glanced up to them, then grinned her snarling teeth back at him and chuckled. He wailed fast, frantic pants until Madeleine shoved his mouth shut. Now he wept up with wide eyes and whined out through his nose as Lisa sliced his tuxedo pants open at his crotch. He couldn't see what she was doing, but next he felt his underwear slashed away.

"Damn, kid!" Cassandra said. "Nice package! Those are some big fucking nuts for an ordinary guy!"

"Fuck! They are gonna taste so good!" Lisa growled.

"Actually, why don't you fry them up and then force him to eat them?"

She turned up to Cassandra and grinned her clenched teeth, chuckled a ferocious moan, and said, "Fuck yes!" Then growled through her teeth at the man, "Eighteen years old! Never had sex! And now you never will! We're gonna make you eat your own balls, fucker!"

She cupped his balls up in her left hand and the woman holding his right, thrashing leg shuddered and cackled up a feathery laugh as pussy juice streamed down her thighs. Her teeth chattered as she watched Lisa slowly slice his sack open along his left ball, top to bottom. Madeline let his mouth go and he screamed like a banshee, fast, desperate. "PLEEEEASE!!!! PLEEEEEASE!!! NOOOO!!!! NOOOOO!!!!"

"I'll bet when you woke up this morning," Madeleine said, "you didn't think about nine o'clock tonight, a woman would be fileting your balls out of your scrotum, did you?"

Lisa opened her smile wide and drooled just like a starving wolf about to eat, sliced slowly down along his right ball, and then squeezed and they both popped out of his sack. He screamed one final word before the most horrendous torture he had ever felt began. "HEEEELLLLLP!!!!"

Then he felt the blade go down his left tunica albuginea. He didn't know the anatomy of a testicle, but he certainly knew how it felt to be kicked in the balls, and this was the same pain multiplied by ten. His thrashing erupted much more wildly but they held him steady and she drew the blade down his right exposed ball. He screeched like a hawk's cry shredded across broken glass, eyes gaping wide at the ceiling, tears pearling down his temples into his ears.

She dropped the knife and shoved her thumbs under his tunicas and began peeling them off the inner guts of his balls. His eyes rolled up white and his screaming halted in an instant, his body flexed like a board and Madeleine turned his head to the left. He retched hard in burbly, yowling heaves and puked across the floor, pissed himself, and the women who had been torturing the twelve caged prisoners laughed brightly, bent over holding their knees as they watched. The bartenders leaned against the bar shaking with laughter.

Lisa fished the insides of his balls out of his tunicas, soft and warm, almost like a jelly. Madeleine shoved his mouth shut again and turned his face up as Lisa held the bloody insides of his balls before his face. "When we cook rocky mountain oysters? These are the parts we cook! These are the guts of your balls, bitch! I'm gonna go throw them in the fryer, bring them back and shove them into your fucking mouth and you're going to chew them up and eat them! How does that sound?!" He wept like a little child about to be spanked. The pain had already died down to a mild ache. "But first!"

She stood and handed them to Cassandra who took them in her left hand while she finished her pizza. Then Lisa kicked her right shoe off, peeled off her sock and raised her foot over him. He beheld her with mortal terror in his eyes, and she stomped her heel as hard as she could down onto his tunicas, lying bloody on the floor. He gasped and then his breath shut off and he erupted into flopping, shivering kicks. Madeleine let him go and purred, "Fuck yeah! How does that feel, you fuck?!"

Lisa stomped again and again as hard as she could, slamming her heel perfectly into one, then the other of his tunicas and gut-churning agony blasted up in his belly. His grimace spread wide across his face and she would not have stopped at twenty stomps if she hadn't gotten what she wanted. Twenty was the number it took. He flexed stiff, rolled to his left and puked hard, growling ragged dry heaves again, again, loud and choking, and then shit blasted across the floor and the women all let him go. Lisa stepped away and crossed her arms with a beaming smile.

He dry heaved thirty times and they steadily became weaker and quieter, until his writhing calmed to a voiceless rocking squirm in the fetal position, and then his head lolled to the floor.

"Wake him the fuck up!" Lisa said. "I've got to crush his cords!" The woman who had held his right leg padded over to a shelf behind the twelve men in cages and returned with a burdizzo. Those men just watched with distilled horror in their eyes. The woman cracked an ammonia ampule and held it under his nose. He winced, shook his head and sneezed, slowly coming back to his senses. Lisa knelt with the burdizzo, set it to his right spermatic cord, just above his sliced-open tunica and Madeleine slapped him a couple times. His eyes rolled down from white and wandered around until they found Lisa's, glaring with ravenous sadism at his. "How does four crunches per cord sound, fucker?"

She closed the burdizzo and he heard a crackling, celery crunch and his eyes and mouth flew wide, his whole body burst into fresh, bucking thrashes but the women held his knees open. Lisa moved up his cord about half an inch. Crunch. He kicked and squirmed with vehement despair and let out a weak, whining mewl, eyes walling up white and back down. Madeleine kept the ammonia ampule under his nose and growled, "No mercy for you, bitch! How do they fucking feel?!"

At the front of the room, Sarah and Samantha had calmed the young woman down enough to have her sit on a sofa in her torn dress. "What's your name?" Sarah asked.

"Mary."

"Well, Mary, you're safe now," Samantha said. "I'm Samantha. You can call me Sam. She's Sarah. This Guild will not let any harm come to you."

Mary turned her face up to the spectacle of Flynn still pumping cum into Deborah's pussy. "Is she pregnant?"

"No! That's cum!" Sarah said. Mary's mouth fell open wide, wider, wider.

"Well, actually!" Samantha said. "She's gotta be! There's no fucking way he's not getting her pregnant with all that!" Sarah moaned and bit her lip, then rubbed her belly.

"He did this to me!" she said to Mary, and she turned. "Two months ago!" Mary turned back to Flynn and Deborah. Deborah's orgasm had descended from peak empyrean bliss to a deliciously ecstatic plateau. She'd regained her senses and was yanking Flynn's balls up, one in each hand, in time to his grunts, looking back with a ravenous open grin. He had now been cumming for nine and a half minutes and would have finished there, but her yanking, kneading ball massage kept him going. She was working every drop out. She rolled her fingertips around in his taint and his grunts shot back up into falsetto, eyes and teeth clenched tight at the ceiling.

"If it's a girl, I'll name her Cassandra," Sarah said. "If it's a boy, Flynn."

Samantha took her shirt off and proudly displayed her belly to Mary. "Me, too! He's gonna be the Father of the Next Generation. There's five hundred and seventeen women in here he's gonna impregnate! Then we'll take him around the world! Did your school teach you about the Repopulation Thesis?"

Mary nodded. She smiled a little as she watched Flynn fucking Deborah.

"Well, take a look at a Breeder! If you want to be a mama, and you want him to do the honors, he'll be happy to! You absolutely don't have to, of course!"

She shook her head and said, "He's unbelievably gorgeous."

"And the most impossibly delicious fuck you will ever have! Take our word for it!" Samantha said.

"I'm a virgin," she said.

"Well, in that case, maybe not him for your first time. That would really hurt. But look, we've got tons of food! Anything you want! You're welcome to stay, or if you want, someone will take you home!"

"I think I'd just like to go home."

"You got it, honey!" She stood and said to Sarah, "Cassandra will give her a ride." And she walked off through the beds to the back. Lisa, Madeleine and the other two women were dragging Mary's limp prom date, still in his tuxedo, to a spare cage. One of the bartenders brought out a hose from the right wall behind the caged prisoners and rinsed the floor into a drain beneath them.

Mary couldn't take her eyes off Flynn as he bucked and hitched in his breath with each spurt of cum. He would be done in ten seconds. Not a drop of sweat. Not a hair out of place. Deborah leaned back and they French kissed for a solid minute, moaning down each other's throat. He squeezed and rolled his fingers around in her tits. Then she broke their kiss and purred, "That was the best fuck I've ever had, honey!"

"Fuck yes, it was!" he panted. He was done cumming but his orgasm still flurried all over him and he shivered under her as she sat up and set her feet to the floor.

"Ready for that last kiss?" she asked, grinned, and slowly stood. He whimpered with uncontrollable shudders as her cervix finally let him go and she squeezed her pussy as tight as she could, giving him one last, sixteen-inch-long sucking thank-you kiss. He leaned forward and licked her asscheeks until they were out of reach and Mary's mouth fell open again as she beheld the most gigantic dick she'd ever seen slowly slurping out of a pussy. Deborah locked her knees and his glans popped out, his cock flopped back to his belly, hiccupping so hard Mary could count the veins. His balls were bigger than oranges and slowly descended to the mattress.

The Asian woman with long black hair quickly slid a strap-on vibrator up Deborah's legs, slipped it into her pussy and flicked it on. Deborah gasped up a smile and adjusted the straps. "Ten minutes!" the Asian said with a grin.

"No, no!" Cassandra said, walking back through the beds to them. "Make it thirty! We need to be absolutely certain!" She smiled up at Deborah, quivering all over as the vibrator brought her orgasm back to life. Cassandra massaged her tits, leaned down and kissed her giant belly. Then she looked up and said, "There's no fucking way you're not pregnant, babe! Happy birthday!" Deborah burst into tears, leaned down and they sucked their tongues to their throats.

Flynn's cock didn't have a drop of man cum on it, just glistening pussy juice. Rose, who had stood nearby the whole time, kicked off her tennis shoes, unfastened her jeans and slid them down and Flynn saw she wasn't wearing panties. She walked up to the futon in her socks and said, "Missionary!"

He smiled and stood off the bed, she climbed on and spread her knees to her massive boobs. "You ready to be a mom?" he asked.

She wept up a snarling moan. "Holy fuck, yes!" He winked and knelt, his face between her thighs, his hands to her hips, and she gaped up in surprise at the ceiling, her eyes crossed, then slowly closed and she lay back on the futon as her first orgasm bloomed up warm and furious all over her.

Flynn planted his mouth wide open over Sarah's and they moaned into each other's throats, sucking their tongues so deep they could almost swallow them, slathering, sucking their cheeks, tonguing each other's teeth and gums. Then he sucked away from her lips with a loud slurp and scooped her up with ease, her upper body in his left arm, her legs draped over his right, and carried her into the kitchen, out into the yard, and Cassandra, Lisa, and Samantha followed. The other two women, the blondes, whom he would soon learn were Nicole and Alicia, kept working on Cassandra's new door on a sawhorse.

"You absolutely sure this is what you want?" he purred, and she giggled a lusty moan into his left pec and started kissing and sucking his biceps.

Then she smiled up with her porcelain-white teeth, her beautiful brown eyes and said, "Fuck yes, it is!"

He winked and said, "What position do you want?" and stepped up to the side of the hammock. It had warmed up to the mid-60s, overcast, and a light rain was falling.

"Missionary. No! Table lotus!"

He laid her in the hammock. "Table lotus? What's that?" She was about to describe it. But then just lay back and raised her legs straight up to his face. "Oh! So with your feet over my shoulders?"

She nodded. She had the most savagely wanton look of lust emblazoned on her face, pussy lips puffed, clit throbbing at a hundred and fifty beats a minute. She bit her lip and beckoned him down with her finger. He climbed in over her, spread his knees and kissed her feet, massaging her ankles, her calves, then worked his way down to her thighs and stroked them up and down fast, warming her up and she gasped her mouth open. Her eyes never left his. Cassandra, Lisa, and Sam stood around the hammock with grins.

Flynn raised his ass and set the tip of his cock at her pussy, looked up and said, "Ready?"

Her eyes streamed tears and she nodded. "Just be gentle at first."

"Absolutely! You tell me exactly how you want it! Fast, slow, deep or pull out. You command me and I will obey! Okay?"

"Fuck me! Holy shit, this is gonna be so fucking good!" she purred, and he eased his cock in. They both gasped. She was searing hot in there, not quite as tight as Cassandra, but extraordinarily tight. Her legs quivered and her moans quickened as he plunged deeper. Her eyes crossed and she gaped her mouth drooling at how incredibly, ecstatically wide he was stretching her.

She'd never had a dildo or even a fist this thick and at eight inches in her crossed eyes rolled up white and he felt her pussy clench even tighter, her labia shuddering around his shaft and he growled, "Fuck yeah, babe! Cum all you want!" A scalding flood of pussy juice bathed his cock and she didn't moan or gasp fast hitches of breath. She just rocked in slow, undulant heaves in the hammock, fists gripping the ropes, as the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt hugged her tight and hot. She felt like she was cumming straight out of her soul into her bones. He pulled out until the tip of his glans was barely inside her, and slowly, smoothly fucked her eight inches in and out. Her orgasm rose in intensity and her eyes rolled back down, grin wide open at the sky.

Cassandra looked up as the rain came down a litle harder. Sarah gulped a mouthful of it and whimpered, "Holy fuck, it feels so fucking good!"

"Then allow me to make it feel even better, gorgeous!" he purred in his best bass voice, and brought her feet in his hands off his shoulders and slowly turned her soles to each other. The closer they got the faster her rocking moans became. Closer, closer, and she came harder, yelping up in falsetto, writhing wild under him and when he pressed her soles together, her clit howled delight all over her body from the inside out and she heaved so hard she sat up and he caught her around her back, pulled her up a little higher and French kissed her. She caught the back of his head with both hands and sucked everything she could find in his mouth. He kissed right back just as eagerly and eased in deeper, deeper and she screamed fast over and over into his mouth. She kept her soles pressed together and felt every massive vein of his cock plop over her clit again and again, in and out, and then he eased deeper and they felt his glans mash against her cervix. She broke their kiss with a yelping wail, lay back and squealed fast and brightly up at the sky.

"You gotta tell me if anything hurts!" he said.

She gasped a wide grin and managed to whimper, "No! Nnnno!! Hhhoohhhh!! Fffuck!!! Kkkeep goinnng!!" She started laughing in overwhelming euphoria and he smiled and gently pressed his glans deeper. Her cervix slowly stretched open and she howled up thrashing wails, panting as fast as her heartbeat.

She felt someone's arm go around her head and heard Cassandra's voice, "It doesn't hurt, honey! It feels super fucking great! You are about to cum harder and longer than you ever have in your life!" She kissed and licked Sarah's cheek and purred, "I'm right here! I'm not going anywhere! Just relax and cum your fucking brains out! Nothing bad's gonna happen to you!"

Flynn pressed, balls drawn up tight beneath him, and slowly, deliciously, her cervix opened four inches wide and his glans slipped right in past his flare. Her eyes rolled up again and they would not come back down for the next eight minutes. Her shivering, rocking shudders suddenly rocketed up into violent thrashing and he released her feet, her legs kicked out to the sides and he lay forward warm over her, reached through the hammock and hugged her tight. Her trembling hands steadied themselves around his back, she crossed her ankles around his ass and he picked up speed, fucking her cervix with the last five inches of his cock, plopping in and kissing out, faster, faster, the most exquisitely orgiastic fucking she'd ever felt. Her entire clit, front and back, all around its sides, was pressed up against his shaft and he thrust in to the hilt and ground their hips together. She was immersed away from all rational thought, eyes rolled up white, rain pooling in her mouth.

He relaxed his head over her shoulder and closed his eyes as a fresh flood of pussy juice gave him another bath. Then she flexed hard against him and came so powerfully she sprayed out around his shaft. Lady cum spritzed and splattered all over his balls, up his ass, down his massive thighs, into the weeping willow branches, and Lisa snarled, "Holy shit! That's fucking sexy! That's fucking hot! Oh, my God, girl!"

"He's gonna make you cum every bit as hard!" Cassandra said.

Faster and faster Flynn pulled out and thrust in through her cervix and Sarah sprayed cum out around his shaft for three minutes straight, pussy lips spasming. Then Flynn started panting whimpers up high, higher, and they watched him blush deeply as he realized they were about to commit the holiest act in all of Nature. "Here it comes, babe! You ready?!"

Sarah was cumming too hard do anything but smile and breathe silently, but she did manage to open her eyes and he put his forehead to hers and they beheld each other with sheer worship as he clenched his teeth and blew drool over her face. "Nnhn!!! Unh!!! Huhh!! Nng!!" and she gaped even wider and her jaw quivered as she felt the first blast of cum splash against her cervix. He thrust in hard and she squeezed her legs behind him, pulling him in as deep as she could get him, his flexing glans plopped into her uterus and Flynn Fitzherbert proceeded to pump one pint of cum, sixteen thick, creamy white ounces, into her for the next two minutes and eleven seconds.

He bucked and kicked his legs through the hammock and fucked her full force, their eyes consecrating each other, and miraculously it didn't hurt her at all. The only thing she felt was pure, divine pleasure, intolerably euphoric as they came together, pussy juice jetting out of her writhing body, and her eyes rolled up again as she felt cum hot as a furnace splashing against her uterine walls. Flynn completely filled her fallopian tubes, then her uterus welled up to the brim and he could feel his cock submerged in it, like a hot stew, so he pulled out into her vagina, squeezed tight as a vise around him and carefully thrust fewer and fewer inches in, filling her pussy from her cervix all the way back to her labia. That took him one minute and thirty five seconds, but his four and half inch thick cock, stretching ever wider with each gigantic cumshot he pumped into her, demanded he stay inside, so he thrust back into the scalding slush and thick, milky man cum started overflowing from her.

"Holy fuck, yes!" Cassandra moaned, as it streamed down her asscrack, and the stream plumped fuller, just like heavy cream pumping out of a hand-cranked well, splattering the grass beneath the hammock. Flynn gave her all sixteen inches in and out four times a second, and Sarah's belly began to swell. Cassandra, Lisa, and Samantha could see it easily. Samantha looked to Cassandra with a wide open mouth of disbelief and Cassandra just smiled and nodded her bright green eyes at her.

They watched his balls, then his shaft flex each gob of cum into her as he grunted up high in time with them. Then with the last six splashing spurts he stopped grunting and just gasped open a wide smile to match hers. What they saw in each other's eyes was no longer lust. They had just fallen in love because they both knew certainly that they had created a life, maybe more than one. He slowed down and his thrusting became gentler, just the last four inches or so, massaging her cervix open and shut in a fiery soup of their cum. He sighed his eyes closed and open, and kissed her, sucked her tongue out of her mouth and slathered it all the way to the back of her throat, and she came hard for the next twenty seconds while he ground their hips together on the swaying hammock. Her clit squealed, yelped, purred electrified ecstasy throughout her body, and she finally closed her eyes and blacked out.

Her body gently stilled under him and he broke their kiss and eased her back, then closed her mouth and she instinctively gulped the rain.

"Don't pull out yet!" Cassandra said and came around his right side with a strap-on vibrator. "We're gonna keep that baby gravy inside her for the next ten minutes! Let it work its magic! Okay, you ready?"

"Yeah," he panted and slowly pulled out a four inch wide cock drenched in pearl-white cum with an audible pop as her pussy refused to stop clenching. He sat on his knees out of the way and as Cassandra slipped the vibrator up Sarah's legs and started fitting it to her, Samantha walked over at his left side, stooped and stuffed his glans into her mouth, guffawing around it to get it to fit, then breathed deep, held it, and smoothly deep-throated him all the way to his crotch, her throat stretching deliciously wide. He whimpered with helpless delight as she swallowed and sucked nice and slow back off, kissed away and his cock glistened clean. She put her mouth to his ear, swished their cum around for a few seconds, then gulped it all down with one, fat wave of her throat.

Then before he was ready for it, she French kissed him and he tasted his own sweet cum mixed with the tangy musk of Sarah's. If Cassandra's pussy tasted like a fresh slice of ham on Thanksgiving Day, Sarah's tasted like a vintage, ten-thousand-dollar, full-bodied red wine with a delectable silky texture.

Samantha broke the kiss and purred in a husky soprano, "When she gets her off the hammock, you're fucking me doggy style!"

"I think I'll take missionary when it's my turn!" Lisa said. Cassandra lifted Sarah sleeping into her arms and smiled at the three of them as she carried her back inside. Lisa followed. Nicole and Alice had stopped working behind them to enjoy the show, but now got back to it. Samantha promptly kicked her shoes off, unfastened her jeans, slipped them down and off, turned her butt to him, bent over, and slipped her red panties off, giving him a glorious view of her engorged labia. Her ass was perfection as she stood up. Solid C-cup tits. She didn't bother to take her shirt off, or her socks, just climbed into the hammock in front of him and raised her ass before him.

"Get to work, honeybunny!" Samantha said. "I love it fast and deep!"

"You got it, ma'am!"

"You can call me Sam!" He set his glans at her pussy and shoved in good and hard and they chuckled up lusty moans. She was every bit as tight as Cassandra.

Inside, Cassandra laid Sarah on the bed and kissed her till it woke her up. She licked her cheek and purred, "How was it?"

Sarah's mouth seized up and she burst into tears. Cassandra climbed in bed with her and let her sob exuberant joy into her breasts, rocked her back and forth and soothed her. "Shh...shhh...It's okay to cry."

"Do you think it worked?"

"Oh, honey! I saw how much he pumped into you! It was at least a fucking pint! You're fucking pregnant! Congratulations!" Sarah wept joyous fatigue, tears streaming hot down Cassandra's right breast. "Happy birthday!"

"That was the greatest fucking sex I have ever fucking had!!"

"Well, that's saying something! Listen, I've got a vibrator stuffed inside you. We're gonna give his cum about five more minutes to do its thing. Then you're gonna come with me into the game room and I'll put on the surveillance tape of all the prisoners I punished. You just relax on the sofa and watch them get what they deserve, and I'm gonna eat his cum out of you for all ninety minutes of it!" Sarah moaned and giggled. "The longer you cum the better the blood flow down there! We'll know in probably two weeks whether you're pregnant, but I guaran-fucking-tee you you will be!"

Sarah moaned and sucked her right nipple, reached up and massaged her huge tits with both hands. They both listened to Samantha screaming fluttery, yelping whimpers outside.

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TWO MONTHS LATER
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Cassandra's Toyota Terius set down in the parking lot, and she and Flynn stepped out of the front, Sarah and Samantha out of the back. Sarah and Samantha were dressed in jeans and t-shirts with noticeable, two-month baby bumps, but Cassandra and Flynn looked like they were ready for a Renaissance Fair. She was wearing a lavender, lace-up dress with the collar open low to show off her mammoth cleavage. Lavender high heels.

Flynn was wearing brown leather calf boots, khaki pants, a white, long-sleeve pullover with the collar open to display his massive pecs, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His forearms were gigantic. He wore a forest green vest over that, with brass clasps down the middle. They beheld the front of the guild, a repurposed, four-story hotel. The sign above the front double doors read "Rocky Mountain Oysteresses Guild Hall and Sex Club."

"Now, look, when we go in, you're gonna see stuff you probably won't like," she said to him. "This is where all prisoners of war within a fifty-mile radius are brought for punishment and interrogation, so there's a lot of ball torture and castration going on as we speak. If it bothers you, just don't pay attention."

"I think it'll be easy for me to pay attention to something else."

"Right! And the membership is now five hundred and seventeen! Not counting us three there are five hundred and fourteen women inside who want you and only you to impregnate them! You up for this?"

He winked and bowed his hand out to her as if he were asking for a dance. "You're about to bear witness to the most epic sex party in the history of the world, Madame!" She grinned and took his left hand. He offered his right arm to Sarah and she took it. Samantha took Cassandra's left and they walked up the steps to the door.

Sarah's mouth fell open wide in a slackened grin as he strode forward. Even his feet were beautifully perfect.

"Are you STILL sure?" Cassandra asked.

"Holy fuck!" she purred. "He's a fucking god! Turn around! I wanna see your butt!"

He smiled and set the pack of gatorade down, then turned and they beheld the most gloriously magnificent ass they had ever seen, small, sexy, tight, his thighs and calves gargantuan and rippling. He turned around, bangs fluffed high and stopped a couple feet from them and Sarah gazed up into his huge, hazel brown eyes. His countenance was one of pure kindness. His physique screamed "I can kill someone with one swing," but his face said "I will never ever hurt you." He looked like a Disney prince come to life.

"Let me get a washcloth and take care of your shoulder," Cassandra said and walked over to the wall. Sarah gently cupped his balls one in each hand and her breath was shivering out of her. "Holy shit! There as big as fucking oranges!" She lifted and rolled them around in her hands. "So warm and heavy!" Cassandra came back with a cloth and a bar of soap and started cleaning the blood from his shoulder.

He looked to it and said, "Yeah, there's splinters in it."

"Yeah, I'm gonna go get some tweezers in a second."

Sarah's hands had moved up to the base of his shaft and she gripped it with both hands. There was a gap of about half an inch between her thumbs and middle fingers. She squeezed.

"Hey, hey! I'll be done in fifteen seconds if you keep that up."

"Yeah, about that," Cassandra said, and she had to pull Sarah's hands away. His cock was hiccupping his pulse straight up against his abs. It was even thicker than usual, at least four and a half inches. Every vein was visibly throbbing. Sarah bit her bottom lip as she grinned up at him. They could both tell she was ravenous to get that dick inside her. "Sarah? I know you want to try him, and you're going to! But I've been fucking his brains out for hours for the last sixteen days. I got to cum all I wanted but he never did. Today's the day we find out just how much cum he's got stored up in those bad boys! So believe me when I tell you that he is not going to last very long. If you were to fuck him right now you'd be pregnant in probably twenty seconds."

"Oh, no, ma'am!" he said. "I woudn't even last that long!" They chuckled.

"Well, you know, I'm thinking I might wanna have some kids," Sarah said.

He arched an eyebrow at Cassandra and she shrugged with a roll of her eyes. "Well, we can discuss that later, I guess."

"Just so you know," he said, "I'm not really all that interested in raising kids right now."

"Well, actually, it's a federal law now that men are no longer allowed to help raise their children," Cassandra said. "They're considered wards of the state and raised by the mothers, but also indoctrinated correctly in schools. The boys are taught to be submissive to the girls. The girls are taught to dominate the boys. That way, give it maybe one generation from now, and globally the world's nations, societies and so forth will finally function the way they always should have. Women in charge."

She finished washing his shoulder. Sarah's eyes had never left Flynn's and he made a conscious effort to give her the friendliest, most non-threatening look he could. "Sarah, are you gonna feel comfortable alone with him for just a second, while I go get some tweezers?"

"Yeah!" She was grinning her beautiful teeth ear to ear.

"Okay. Be right back."

And before she had left the shower she heard Sarah say, "Mmmay I kiss you?"

"Of course you may! And remember, you're in charge of me! You don't have to ask permission to do anything, but I do. And I promise I will never ev--"

She beckoned him down to her with her finger, so he smiled and stooped to her face. She grabbed his cheeks with both hands and kissed him hard. He kept his mouth shut, but she licked his lips and pushed her tongue through to his teeth, so he hesitantly opened them and she sucked his tongue right back to his throat. They moaned and he gently held her face and French kissed her back, sucking their cheeks, licking their teeth. They tasted like breakfast.

Cassandra returned and rolled her eyes with a smirk. It took her ten minutes to pluck all the splinters from his shoulder and they never stopped kissing the entire time. She groped and caressed him all over his body, taking great care not to touch his dick or balls. "That's one hell of a French kiss, guys. Okay, Flynn, how does this feel?"

She wiped the cloth in all directions over his shoulder and Sarah broke the kiss, sucked away from his lips and licked hers. "Yeah, that feels fine. I think you got them all."

"Sweet! Now here's what we're gonna do. Sarah, you know that massage chair in the upstairs shower?"

"Uh-huh!"

"We're gonna strap Flynn into it and jerk him off into a bucket. After that, if you want to fuck him, you're welcome to all you want!" She turned to him. "You ever been pegged?"

He arched an eyebrow and shook his head.

"Well, you're about to be!"

He shrugged and said, "I've thought about trying it. I mean, as long as you're gentle and it doesn't hurt, I'm thinking I'll probably like it."

"Oh, you're gonna fucking love it! You ever had anything stuffed in your ass?"

"No."

"Alright, well we'll stick with just a seven incher. Sarah will get the honors."

Sarah brought her fists up in front of her boobs with a squeal. Flynn had been wrong about them. They weren't B-cups, but solid Cs, pert and heavy.

"Sarah, our job is to make him cum harder and longer than he ever has in his life, and let me tell you, he cums fucking HARD!"

Sarah purred as her eyes wandered over his body. He looked his shoulder over, clean and painless.

"Alrighty! Let's go upstairs and give him the greatest male orgasm in the history of humanity!" She looked over Matt, the clown-faced home invader, still unconscious in the hammock. Flynn picked up the pack of gatorade, smiled and offered his left elbow to Sarah. She took it and they followed Cassandra out into the bedroom. "Wait here a second."

She took the kitchen knife from the floor and went back into the shower, then returned only a moment later, holding Matt's severed scrotum. She set the knife on the nightstand and said, "He'll be dead in fifteen. C'mon!" They followed her into the kitchen and she tossed the nutsack out the destroyed kitchen door. Wood and drywall were scattered everywhere. Flynn had dragged all the bodies outside and lined them up in the yard.

"What will you do with them?" he asked.

"Cut them up and feed them to the zoo animals." She took her phone from the kitchen counter and they followed her through to the hallway and up the stairs to the library. She opened a wood door in the right wall between two bookcases and there was a bathroom behind it, toilet and sink. She opened the glass door and they walked into another shower, about half the size of the one downstairs. She flipped the lights on and what greeted Flynn's eyes was the most terrifying thing he had ever seen in his life.

Sex toys and torture devices adorned the walls around the room. Whips, chains, shackles, handcuffs, paddles, bats, knives, rubber mallets, leather straps, dozens of bottles of what he assumed was lube, pots and pans, a portable, plug-in, four-burner stove, and dildos of all sizes everywhere. The massage chair sat in the center of the room directly over the only drain. The floor sloped to it from the walls.

The chair had two cushions of either rubber or latex, water-tight, one for a person's hips to rest on, and a larger upper cushion for the torso, with a doughnut cushion for the head. There were canvas slings for the arms legs. There was a five-inch gap between the cushions.

"Okay, now you're gonna climb in and I'm gonna have to strap you down. I promise we are not going to hurt you, babe. But you're gonna be cumming so fucking hard that you'd probably kick up off the chair onto the floor." She walked to the far wall and brought back a red, one-gallon bucket from under the shelf and a thick, clear plastic bag. "Sarah's gonna fuck your ass and I'm gonna suck and jerk you off into this. Are you serious when you say you actually have a gallon of fucking cum in you?"

He shrugged and smiled. "I grant that that would be an extreme record, but when we fucked in the prison that was two quarts and that was only six days' worth. I think I might be able to pull it off!"

She shook her head and laughed. "Well, I said I'd reward you if you did, and I'm starting to get an idea of just how I might do that. It'll be a surprise!" She set the bucket under the chair and opened the bag into it. "When you're done, I'm going to freeze your semen and it'll be shipped out all over the world to sperm banks. So like it or not, you're about to be a daddy many times over, honey!" He grinned a little. "Okay, go ahead and climb in."

He stepped up on foot rests and slipped his legs into the slings, flopped his balls into the gap and lay forward onto the upper cushion, face down into the doughnut headrest. It covered his eyes so now he wouldn't be able to see anything they did to him. "Lift your butt." He did and felt a firm bolster cushion slide across from right to left and he settled on it. She guided his arms behind him, palms up, into their slings. Now he was in the most comfortable position possible and relaxed every muscle all over his body.

Sarah went over to the far wall and brought back a double-sided vibrator, seven inches long and three inches thick on one end, fourteen inches by three inches on the other, with black straps between. She stepped into it, pulled it up and eased the fourteen inch end into her pussy, gaspsed and gently pushed it in to the hilt, adjusted the straps and Flynn heard something begin to hum. She moaned a long chuckle. Cassandra set her phone on edge, horizontally on a shelf against the wall, aimed at the chair. She was filming this.

Then he felt a strap go around the back of his right knee and cinch tight. "Don't worry, babe, we're not going to hurt you."

"I believe you," he purred. Another strap cinched around his right ankle, then one for his left knee, left ankle, then straps cinched around his wrists and elbows. Another one wrapped around his waist. One more around the back of his head. They weren't extremely tight, but he was now completely immobile, cock throbbing straight out against his abs, balls swinging four inches directly beneath him. He heard a phone going off several times. Text notifications or something. Then he realized she was filming this, and probably a group chat was watching live.

"Alright, now I'm going to push a button and you're going to turn upside down, head first pointing straight down at the floor. This way, you won't be able to pass out. You'll just have to enjoy every second of that orgasm until it's over."

"I imagine this is how you torture guys in this thing, right?"

"Hundreds of them. You are, in fact, the first man I've ever pleasured in it. Now before I invert you, I'm going to stick electrodes on your balls, your taint, and the base of your cock. Chiropractors use these to relax the muscles in a person's back." He felt a plastic sticker press around his right ball, then one around his left. She pressed a third tight against his taint right behind his sack, and one more on the underside of his cock, right in front of his sack.

"Okay, I'm going to turn up the electricity slow and easy. Now you have to let me know immediately when it starts to get uncomfortable. If I were torturing someone, I'd just turn it up all the way. They start screaming instantly, believe me."

"Ready." His balls, taint, and the base of his cock started vibrating and his eyes rolled up shut. Instantaneous ecstasy. Then it got better. Then even better. "Holy fucking shit! Jesus!" he moaned. Then the first mild ache rose in his balls. "Okay, that's starting to hurt a little." She backed off and he shuddered all over, his whole body shaking the chair. "Fuck! Yes! Holy fuck!"

"Alright, hop on up there and bury that fucker in him. He's not going to last much longer."

"You betcha!" Sarah sang and Flynn felt her warmth over his ass as she stood on the footrest, strode over him, and settled with the running vibrator in his crack. She spread his cheeks, set it as his butthole and shoved it all the way in, flesh to flesh. He expected it to hurt at least a little but it didn't. She'd lubed it up and rode him right against his prostate and he very quickly realized that this was a man's g-spot. He opened his mouth in a slack grin and drooled into the drain. He didn't think it was possible to feel more pleasure all at once all over his body. Then the back end of the chair suddenly rose with Sarah gripping him tight with her thighs. When it stopped, he was upended, the top of his head pointed at the floor. Then he felt Cassandra's mouth engulf his glans and realized how wrong he was. He definitely could feel even more pleasure all over his body all at once. She throated it smoothly back to the electrode in front of his sack, and his balls immediately drew up tight against him.

"Oh, shit! Oh, ffffffuckk!!" and his moans slipped up frantically into falsetto until they turned to maniacal, giddy laughter, then undulating glissandi, fully two octaves up and two octaves down, fast, panting his whimpering screams as the greatest orgasm in the history of human males chewed out of his prostate, up from his vibrating asshole into his taint and his balls howled with elated delight as they finally began to release after sixteen days of hard fucking and beatings. They had plumped even larger now than they had been downstairs. They were as fat as large peaches and Cassandra's eyes rolled up and she spurted a fat stream of pussy juice across the floor nonstop for the next forty-eight seconds, feet and thighs quivering where she squatted.

Sarah's voice joined his, ringing hollow around the room, as she yelped up brightly and his last conscious thought before the orgasm overwhelmed his mind was to feel a boiling hot spray of lady cum sheeting, spreading ever wider over his ass, down his thighs, dripping from his knees as she came harder than when Cassandra ate her out, and she started fucking him fast and deep, pounding the vibrator seven inches in, and intolerably delicious, exhilarant euphoria exploded from his prostate, hysterically rapturous, and Cassandra saw the first gargantuan gob of cum swell into his taint, then stretch his cock even wider past his balls, and she felt it open her mouth wider, then her throat, and she quickly sucked off his cock and began double-fist pumping it downward, just like milking a cow but with all the strength she could possibly muster into her forearms.

Flynn's eyes crossed and he started violently thrashing against the straps, kicking, bucking hard and the chair rattled on the floor. Sarah howled a grin at the ceiling and sprayed pussy juice three hundred and sixty degrees around them as he fucked the chair with all his strength like a bronco desperate to get free. Cassandra was more or less shielded from the spray but lady cum started streaming off his balls, down his shaft and she gladly accepted the lube as the first gob of his cum jetted into the bucket, half a coffee cup's worth, and his cock spewed that much thick, milky white cum every half a second for the next six minutes and forty-three seconds.

"Fucking Jesus, baby!!" she snarled and squeezed his cock as powerfully as she could with both hands, jerking him up and down five strokes per second and his cock was screaming enchanted delight all over his body. She could see his balls flexing with each spurt. "Holy fuck! Yes! Keep cumming, babe!! Don't fucking stop!!"

"Holy shit! I can hear it!!" Sarah wailed and a fresh spray of pussy juice spewed across his ass. Cassandra's phone was going off ten times a second. A lot of people were watching and commenting. She came again, a three-inch thick stream hosing the floor and her hips started bucking hard undulations, her eyes rolled up, and she came straight up against Flynn's abs, his balls, his cock, Sarah's toes over the edge of the footrest and it was boiling hot, but Cassandra did not dare stop pumping his cock as hard and fast as she could and man cum as thick as yogurt, rich with healthy sperm, sprayed in mammoth, heaving gushes into the bucket. At three minutes in, it was half full and she squealed up another volcanic orgasm, wailing her mouth wide open in utter worship at his bucking, writhing body above her as he fucked the chair so hard the bolts in the footplates started loosening.

Pussy juice splattered dank into the drain as she jerked him tighter, faster, faster, each gob of cum spreading her hands open as it welled down his shaft and erupted out of him. His cock felt like scalding marble and his urethra was an inch wide, exploding cum in gigantic, pearl-white waves into the bucket. The creamy, swirling surface kept rising, rising, three-quarters' full and she was on the brink of blacking out as she started cumming nonstop for the rest of the ride, just like Flynn, just like Sarah, all three of them howling, wailing giddy, laughing flutters of whimpers ringing around the room. Cassandra would have fallen over had she not had his cock to steady herself, and she managed to stay squatting on the balls of her feet as her pussy sprayed across the floor.

Flynn's body hair was spiced on end all over him, even where Sarah's cum had soaked it. "Fuck yes!! Keep cumming, baby!!" she snarled, spitting from her teeth. "Keep fucking cumming!! Don't you dare fucking stop!!" Flynn's tears had soaked his eyebrows and he blew drool from his nostrils with every colossal blast of cum his cock rocketed out of him.

At about six minutes in, his pounding, bucking fucks against the chair shuddered vehemently out, shaking, shivering and his falsetto, plaintive whimpers growled down into bass-voiced grunts through his teeth. Sarah's orgasm eased down out of empyrean bliss and she regained enough sanity to resume fucking his ass good and hard, all seven inches with every pounding thrust, and his orgasm shot back up with his voice, from bass to girlish falsetto, from deliciously ecstatic to impossibly overwhelming paradise.

"Holy shit!! Fuck yes, honey!! Just like that!!" Cassandra yelped. "Keep fucking him good!! We gotta milk every fucking drop out!!!" and she yanked his dick as fast as she could, biceps and triceps flexed massive, her forearms rippling, and his cum just kept pumping in humongous, blasting waves into the bucket. The surface was at the bucket's rim. Sarah fucked every inch into him, seven thrusts a second, a wild, petite she-wolf bent over his back, tits flopping, and she screamed her orgasm in a wide open-mouthed grin at the ceiling.

Then, after six minutes and twenty seconds of intolerable, orgiastic ecstasy, Flynn's orgasm began to die down despite their attempts to keep it going. They jerked him and fucked him faster, harder, but his monumental reservoir of cum would be exhausted into the bucket through another twenty-three delectable seconds of thick, milky-rich jets, as his bucking, thrashing fucks slowly eased down into quaking shudders. Sarah drooled over his back as she listened to it. It sounded just like a garden hose spritzing deep into a bowl of cake batter.

At six minutes and forty seconds, Cassandra was still pumping his shaft with both fists tight around it, but he suddenly stopped spurting. She kept jerking him hard, and one drop hiccupped out. That one drop would have filled a tablespoon. She reached up and rolled her fist around in his taint, massaged her fingers deep from his asshole down to his sack, and one final, enormous glob of thick, sperm-laden cum welled down past his shivering balls and slopped into the bucket. Flynn gave one, last bucking kick, hard against the chair with a coughing grunt, and they heard him sigh a clotted gargle and he completely relaxed under Sarah.

The phone was still going off several times a second.

"Jesus! Fucking! Christ!!" Cassandra snarled. "Holy fucking Jesus! Fucking! Christ!!"

Sarah purred as a delicious afterglow raged through her. "Please tell me he filled it!"

Cassandra laughed and the laughter turned to sobbing whimpers of delight. "He fucking filled it all the way up!! It's brimming over the sides!!" His cock showed no signs of softening, but his balls slowly descended, still just as plump as large peaches. She started taking off the electrode stickers and said, "Get down here!! You have to fucking see this!!"

Sarah stood on the footrests and pulled out of him with a long sucking pop and his asshole didn't remain wide open but clenched tight immediately. She grinned and licked his asscheeks, then climbed down on shaky legs, and set her quivering feet into a pool of warm pussy juice. The stench in the room was a divine, intoxicating musk, and what she saw beneath him was enough to make her cum again right then, so hard she gasped up a yipe and grabbed his leg with both hands to steady herself.

A red bucket full to the brim with one whole gallon of thick, creamy white semen, absolutely loaded with sperm. His cock began to soften. A long line of slime glistened from the headrest into the drain. Cassandra held a button on the side of the chair and the back end lowered until Flynn was lying facedown, horizontal with the floor. His cock flopped nine inches and limp beneath him. His balls swung five inches. Her phone was still going off and she stood with a groan, shook out her legs, then took it from the shelf and filmed the bucket up close. Her phone's notification tone, just a single bell, started going off over ten times a second. Then it started vibrating. She tapped it and set it down. The video was done. The video would be globally viral within seconds.

She walked past Sarah to the wall and came back with two coffee cups and gave her one. "Cheers, babe!" And Sarah grinned as they dipped their cups into the bucket and brought them to their lips. They both moaned as they filled their mouths all the way before gulping with the backs of their throats.

"Mmmm!!" Sarah purred. She swallowed and smacked her lips. "It's fucking good!! Holy shit!!"

"Mm-hmm! Nice and sweet. Just a little taste of saltiness. Most man cum is very salty. His is...just...fucking delicious!!"

"I love it!!" And they drank their cups dry, licking it from the rims with lusty smacks.

"Come here, honeybunny!" Cassandra growled and they hugged each other around with savage wantonness for a two-minute French kiss, trading his cum back and forth, massaging their tits, their asses, fingering each other.

Then they sucked apart and Sarah snarled, "I want that dick in me so fucking bad!!"

"You got it, babe!" She walked over, unstrapped Flynn's head, and pulled it up. His face was completely sheened with tears, snot and drool. His eyes were closed and he breathed silently. She let him down and squeezed his trapezius. "We do need to let him rest for a couple hours. And I need to get some repair crews here, so time for some phone calls.

"I've decided I want kids and I want him to be the one!"

"Are you absolutely sure you're ready for that?" she asked as she dialed a number.

"Fuck yes!!"

Cassandra put the phone to her ear and said, "It's your decision and I respect it. When he cums inside you, believe me, he's gonna fill you the fuck up!"

"Holy fuck!! I can't wait!!" she snarled as she looked him over, massaging his feet. She stooped and licked his right sole long up from heel to toe, sucking it, kneading her fingers into it. Flynn moaned. "Fuck yeah, babe! You awake!?"

He sighed long into a guttural groan. "Holy Jesus..."

"You did it, honey! You just came one fucking gallon!"

"Thank God!" he croaked. "Fuck me..."

"Oh, I'm going to! In just a few hours! How''s your butthole feel?"

"Actually feels great. Every part of me does."

"Lisa? Yeah, it's Cass. Yeah! Did you see the video? Fuck yes, you can! All you want! I told him if could actually pull it off I'd repay him and I know exactly how we're going to do so! Look, we had a slight home invasion here last night. They blew the kitchen door to pieces. Yeah, they're all dead. We'll take them to the zoo. Can you get a repair crew here? Lumber, dry wall. And uh...a couple kitchen tiles. Thanks." She hung up. "Flynn, how you feeling, honeybunny?"

"I can't believe how fucking good that felt!" he moaned.

"Mm-hmm! I'm gonna unstrap you, but before I do, I think you earned a full body massage! What do you say?"

"Fuck yes! And thank you so much!"

"Thank you for giving the world an entire gallon of cum!"

"You want me to bag it up and put it in the freezer?" Sarah asked.

"Yeah, the big, outside freezer. Thanks."

Sarah carefully unrolled the edge of the bag from the rim of the bucket, brought it all up and twisted it several times, then hoisted it out of the bucket with a lusty purr. She chuckled as she carried it out into the library. Cassandra climbed astride his ass and he felt her hands glide warm and oily up his back to his shoulders. He shivered under her.

"You know what kind of oil I'm using?"

"No."

"Fresh pussy juice, babe! Gonna rub it all over you!"

Ninety minutes later she began unstrapping him and he gingerly rose from the chair, set a shaky foot to the floor and turned to her. He buckled at the knees and nearly fell backward but she caught him. He panted and pointed at the gatorade. She grinned and brought one to his mouth and held it for him. As he chugged he heard hammering downstairs, wood cracking.

He finished it and she brought a cloth from the shelf behind him and wiped his face clean. "I heard what Sarah said. I'm happy to oblige if that's what she really wants."

She shrugged and said, "I thought it was just her being overly lustful, but no, she's serious!"

He grinned. "Well, if I don't have to help raise them, I'll give her as many as she likes!"

"Never mind whether you want to. You're not permitted to help raise them. How do you feel? You think you're good to go again?"

He nodded with a big smile. "Yeah, I can get it up right now."

"Mmmm!" she bit her lips and pulled his balls up, one in each hand, and gave them a nice upward stretch, rolling them around in her palms, and his cock plumped right back up to a bobbing sixteen inches long, a solid four to four and half inches thick. "Fuck yes!" she purred. "Wanna know what your reward's going to be?"

He nodded.

"Come on downstairs and I'll show you!" He followed her beautiful, sashaying ass downstairs, and the repair crew were all women, all about her age and voluptuous in their work clothes, two blondes outside sawing wood, one brunette sitting indian-style on the kitchen floor, replacing the two tiles where she had fired bullets through a man's balls. The kitchen doorframe was already smoothed around the edges. The walls would need to be patched before a door could be fitted. A redhead about six feet tall walked in, stopped in her tracks, and opened her mouth wider and wider as she saw Flynn and Cassandra standing there naked.

"That's bigger than a fucking horsecock!!" she said.

"Lisa? Meet the World's Greatest Lover!" Cassandra said.

"Those are bigger than a fucking bull's nuts!"

He chuckled. "Well...thanks!"

"Can I fuck him?"

"Right after he fucks Sarah!"

"This is my reward?" he asked.

"Uh, no! Allow me to introduce you to the quartermaster of our guild! Lisa Masters!"

He bowed. "Honored to meet you, ma'am!"

"The pleasure's gonna be all mine, sexy!" she purred. "Holy shit, you are fucking gorgeous!"

He blushed a little and simply smiled at her.

"Your reward will be this, Flynn!" Cassandra said. "We'll make it two months from now. In sixty days, we're going to go to our Guild Hall in Aspen. Current membership is, what? two hundred and forty-four?"

"Yeah," Lisa said, "But after that video gets around, it's gonna go WAY fucking up!"

"Yeah! I've decided that since you have exactly the right genes, the most desirable traits across the board, Flynn?" She massaged his balls and his cock flexed. "You're going to be one of no more than two hundred and fifty breeders the world over! You'll start at our guild and we'll slowly but surely take you around the world. You will have one job and one job only." She stroked his cock and stood on her toes for a nice, long kiss, then sucked away and whispered in his ear, "Fuck! Once the war is over worldwide, we'll need to repopulate it with the right kind of people. You're naturally submissive and obedient. You don't question orders. You can fight but you prefer peaceful solutions. And physically you are Perfection Incarnate!" She turned to Lisa. "I'd say a single generation is all it'll take before we start seeing results!"

"Yeah."

She turned back to Flynn who was smiling. "You will fuck every single woman at our guild until they are all pregnant! Every one of them wants kids! Some already have one but no one has more than one, and most of them don't have any. You won't be allowed to help raise them. But you will become the Father of the Next Generation."

He did his best not to grin from ear to ear. All it turned into was a right-side smirk as he looked from her to Lisa. Lisa bit her lip as she stared as his cock.

"Given how many men need to be castrated all over the world, the gene pool is going to be very shallow by the end of the war. You will not stop fucking until every single woman in that guild is pregnant! It might take weeks! And once they are, we'll move on to another guild. You can start today with Sarah, Lisa, and the rest of the repair crew!"

The brunette on the floor looked up and said, "I'm Samantha. You can call me Sam, Flynn. Damn, dude! Nice meat!"

"Thanks!"

"Most of us them are sexual enhancements, but even the ones who aren't take fourteen-inch vibrators all the time, so they can all swallow you to the hilt!" She leaned in and sucked his left nipple. "That's the good news."

"What's the bad?"

"Well, first the great news! Since we need to be sure your sperm are swimming hot, straight and normal, no more ball torture!" Now he was grinning ear to ear. "Ever! Besides, and I was hoping this wouldn't happen, but it did. I've fallen in love with you, honeybunny! Anyone who can make a woman orgasm as hard as you can? I mean, love's gonna happen! So sex for hours every single day for the rest of your life! And you get to nut in every pussy! How's that sound?"

"Like Paradise!"

"Mm-hmm! But now the bad news. I need you build up your cum like you did these last sixteen days. But for sixty days this time! We'll start tomorrow. Orgasm denial. No ball kicking, though! Nothing like that. But Sarah, I, and Lisa, and whoever else drops by for two months will fuck you up the ass with a vibrator. Bigger and bigger ones! To massage that prostate. That'll maximize the bloodflow to your balls, your seminal vesicles. Because the first person you're gonna fuck at the guild is Deborah. She's forty years old and has a rare condition that causes her to produce no more than about three eggs during every ovulation cycle. Three if she's lucky. She's desperate to create life beyond her own, but she's never been successful. She's tried everything, in vitro, all of it. Nothing. So you're gonna pump two months' worth of thick, sperm-laden man cum inside her!" She turned to Lisa. "I think he can do it! I think he can get her pregnant!"

"If he does, she'll be the happiest woman on Earth!"

"So you're gonna eat us out for hours. We get to cum all we want, but no orgasms for you after today! Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"But for today, you get to fuck these five ladies and cum inside them over and over until they're pregnant!" His gloriously beautiful face beamed to Lisa.

Samantha stood and said, "Floor's fixed!" then stooped and stuffed his glans into her mouth and throated him with ease right down to the hilt, swallowed her throat shut tight and sucked back off with a long slurp and he whimpered up higher and higher until she kissed away from it. "Sarah, then me!" she said.

"I'm in the bedroom!" Sarah called.

"No, no!" Cassandra said and walked in. Flynn, Samantha, and Lisa followed. Sarah lay naked on her back with a smile. "You cum almost as much as I do! Either in the shower or outside!"

"Hmm..." she smirked. "Outside sounds more sacred for something like this!" She got off the bed and walked to Flynn, pulled his face down and purred in his ear, "I want you to fill me the fuck! Up!"

Sarah woke to breakfast in bed. Roasted chicken, quinoa and black beans tossed in a lime-cilantro vinaigrette, and a bowl of fresh strawberries, blueberries, and pineapple. Coffee, orange juice, pineapple juice, gatorade. She was perfectly calm and able to laugh a little as they sat on either side and ate. When they were done, Cassandra said, "Sarah, if you're ready, come with me into the shower. I've got the perfect birthday present for you."

"You guys are so great!" she said and climbed out of bed after her. Flynn sat and finished the pineapple juice. It was faintly gray outside, almost daybreak. He watched their gorgeous butts sashay into the bathroom, then slowly got up. His strength had mostly returned and he threw on his underwear, then went into the kitchen and filled a mop bucket at the sink.

Cassandra flicked on the lights in the shower and Sarah gasped and backed up a couple steps. "It's alright. He's locked to the post. He can't hurt you," Cassandra said. "You're going to hurt him!"

Sarah grinned a little as she looked him over. "Really?"

"Yeah. A lot!" The man was naked, bent over backward on the hammock with his hands cuffed overhead behind him to one of the hooks by which the hammock was attached to its four posts. His legs were spread wide and his feet stuck through the ropes and cuffed at the ankles to the same hook behind him. The tip of his dick had been torn off and the stump streamed blood over his right thigh. He muffled something behind his duct-taped mouth and he looked terrified as they approached. His clothes were tossed in a corner. Cassandra burst into laughter and said, "You look fucking ridiculous in that clown get-up, Bozo!" She loomed over him and slapped his cheek. He groaned loudly and shuddered his eyes shut. Tears streamed from them as she greased her fingertips with his white facepaint. "Yep. Broke your jaw." She said to Sarah, "Flynn throws a mean right hand!" Then to the man, "Fuck is this shit? Warpaint? You trying to scare us? Well, who looks scared now?" She slapped him again and he groaned in falsetto, sobbing a little now. "How's that jaw feel? Huh?"

She yanked the duct tape off and he screamed a whimper, "Please! Just fucking kill me!"

She slapped him again and he howled and shook the hammock to swaying. "You dare to beg for mercy after you tried to rape this woman!?!?" she roared and it resounded around the bathroom. He panted into silence as he beheld the rage in her eyes. "Oh, we're gonna fucking kill you! And I think you've got a pretty good idea of how! But just because I like to tell you first!" She reached over and yanked up his balls. He gasped. "These are about to go bye-bye, Pennywise!"

The man screamed, "Jesus! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!! PLEASE SOMEBODY FUCKING HELP ME!!!" Flynn, dragging two dead bodies out of the kitchen, shook his head and rolled his eyes.

Cassandra shoved the man's mouth shut with her right hand and he squealed through his teeth. "Actually, just the use of them! Is what we're going to deprive you of! Sarah, here, isn't gonna cut them off! She's going to make you wish she would!" Cassandra arched an eyebrow at him and nodded with a smile. She turned and said, "I'm gonna climb on first and I want you to get in a kneeling position and sit on my face. I'll eat you out while you do this!"

Sarah squealed and kissed her. They sucked tongues and massaged each other's tits, then Cassandra released the man's mouth and he let out a bellowing howl, no words, just full chest-voiced terror as she padded over to the wall, turned the shower on, then came back and climbed onto the hammock, lying face-up between his legs, her feet dangling off the edge on either side of his head. Sarah climbed on after, settling her knees spread wide over Cassandra's face and gently sat down. The man never stopped screaming, writhing, yanking at his cuffs, and the hammock swayed back and forth. Sarah gasped into a squeal as Cassandra went to work, licking her deep and wide, tongue curling up to her G-spot and kneading it fast back and forth.

Despite the hot water, Sarah's nipples plumped right up as she shrieked with delight and grabbed the man's balls, separated them and settled each one onto the sides of her index fingers, then rested her thumbs on top of them. The man suddenly gasped into silence and pleaded with a wide grimace of fear. "Wanted to rape me, huh?" Sarah purred and started squeezing. He whimpered and shuddered and Sarah whimpered and shuddered for a different reason as she felt a tongue wrap around her clit and bathe it slowly up and down, sucking it hard. Squeaky slurps echoed around the bathroom and they were joined in raucous dissonance by Sarah's squeals and warbling screams as she trembled on Cassandra's face. The man's whimpering rose quickly and smoothly in pitch to a keening whine, just like a dog. He writhed and yanked at his cuffs, but they held him tight. All the while, Sarah's thumbs came slowly down and his balls squashed flatter and flatter, wider, sponging outward in all directions.

Sarah listened to Cassandra gulping and gurgling and this only made her cum harder, flooding Cassandra's mouth with fresh, scalding cream, and she sucked her clit tighter, faster. Sarah's orgasm had already been raging for a full minute and now it reached its pinnacle. She turned her face up into the water and screamed open a wide smile, panting yelping shrieks at the ceiling and the man screamed the same way in a higher pitch, vibrating all over as the agony bloomed and raged through him. His nipples plumped and shit blasted from him into the drain. His cock pissed blood and then his guffawing grimace turned to a round look of shock and he flexed hard over to his right and puked across the floor with heaving retches, loud growls and dribbling, and then his grimace returned and he clenched his eyes tight and rocked fast side to side, howling rapid pants like a little girl at the ceiling as her thumbs slowly rent his balls apart. She could feel the stubborn tunicas tearing open inside his sack and that was when she kicked her legs down through the hammock, her knees locked and she quaked violently, fell forward and Cassandra caught her with both hands on her tits and massaged them, holding her upright while euphoria and ecstasy inundated her from the inside out. Cassandra let her cum fill her mouth to the brim and spill over her cheeks. She couldn't chug it without releasing her clit and she chose to work her clit all the way to the end, slathering, sucking it hard, teething it and humming.

The man's panting howls changed to great, heaving sobs of wailing as the agony swept past his threshold and drove him into insanity. Sarah screamed just as high-pitched, a feathery soprano shriek with a shiver of thrilled glee as her orgasm raged on and she wriggled her thumbs up and down, back and forth in the mush of his balls, pulping them into formless paste. He sobbed louder, louder, now in a bellowing chest voice of submission as she released his balls and snatched them between her middle and ring fingers and rolled them into her fists. Her fingertips felt out the chunks of meat in the jelly and pulverized them, rolling his crushed manhood around, his pride and joy, until his chest-voiced bellowing screeched up to his highest pitch yet, a strident squawking broken up by four to five breaths per second.

Then they both stopped screaming. The man's voice dropped to a throaty gargle and his eyes rolled up white, his shaking stilled and his arms and legs fell limp. Sarah's eyes rolled up white and her grin slackened. Her voice lowered into a lusty, wavering moan and her shuddering breaths made her chuckle as she rocked backward and Cassandra wrapped her arms around her back and sat up with her. Sarah released the man's scrotum and blacked out before Cassandra could lay her on the hammock. Cassandra gulped one last mouthful of cum and smacked her lips up into the shower.

When she had caught her breath, she leaned over and kissed Sarah awake. Sarah looked her in the eyes and burst into laughing tears. Cassandra rolled over with her and they hugged each other tight around under the steaming spray. Cassandra purred in her ear, "Happy birthday. That was one. You're gonna get twenty more just like it right now!"

Sarah heaved with sobbing joy against her and managed to stutter, "...wwwanna...I wanna try Flynn!"

Cassandra pushed her away a little and said with surprise, "You sure?"

Sarah nodded and laughed great heaves, teeth bright up in the water. Cassandra kissed her. "You got it, honey!" And she called, "FLYNN!! COME IN HERE!! AND BRING SOME GATORADE!!"

Two minutes later, Flynn opened the shower door and stood naked in the fluorescent light, right upper arm and shoulder bloody with splinters, holding a 24-pack of gatorade by the plastic. Sarah turned, and her mouth fell slowly open wide as she beheld a sixteen-inch long, four-inch thick cock standing straight up, throbbing against an eight-pack of abs, and two balls the size of goose eggs hanging four inches between his massive thighs. She slowly looked up to the most perfect face she had ever seen as he strode into the steam and she found that she wasn't afraid of him at all.

Flynn opened his eyes. He had heard something. He was wide awake. Something outside. He didn't know what but it had woken him. The fire was out and the room was pitch black. He looked at the window. Nothing moving outside. He tilted his head back and the clock read "4:24" next to the half-empty Macallan.

He lay perfectly still and listened. Minutes passed. Then he heard it again. Whispering just outside the window. Sarah slept soundly on her back between them. He reached over and squeezed Cassandra's shoulder. She opened her eyes, looked at her shoulder, then to him.

"People talking outside," he whispered. "I think they're gonna break in."

She listened for a while, and then whoever was outside started talking again. Neither of them could make out the words. She looked down at Sarah, then rolled over left, opened her nightstand and brought out a pair of earplugs.

She shook Sarah a little and she woke with a sigh. "Sarah!" she whispered. Sarah looked up at her. "Someone's about to break into my house." Sarah's mouth opened in surprise. "Listen to me. I want you to compose yourself as best you can. We're going to put you under the bed and you stay there." Sarah nodded and her mouth quivered. She looked right and Flynn was bringing a Glock pistol out of his nightstand. Cassandra put the earplugs in Sarah's ears and Sarah adjusted them.

Flynn trained his gun on the window while Cassandra reached around and brought another Glock from her nightstand. The kitchen door blasted open in a shatter of glass and wood. Sarah screamed. Flynn couldn't see who had entered but Cassandra opened fire with two shots. Both she and Flynn were instantly and totally deaf and he grunted as his ears rang. He rolled out from under the covers, tried to stand and immediately slumped limp to the floor with a growl. "Fuck! Jesus!" He hefted himself up the mattress as Cassandra swung out to her feet and ran naked past the fireplace.

Sarah was squealing quietly and sobbing as Flynn grabbed her and pulled her out to him. "Shh! Shh! You're gonna be fine, honey!" He grunted with the effort of bringing her down into his arms, gently set her to the floor and pushed her across the carpet under the bed. "Stay here and don't panic! Don't panic!!" Sarah hugged herself into the fetal position and squirmed in terror.

Flynn slumped over heavily onto his right elbow, gun flopping limp in his hand and growled loudly as he struggled to crawl on his hands and knees around the wall into the kitchen. Cassandra stood pointing her gun at a man with short blond hair, a lean, muscular physique, all black clothing. He was sitting against the counter panting and whimpering. A pistol was about six feet from him toward the living room. There was blood all over him as Flynn crawled to him.

"What the Hell's wrong with you?!" Cassandra shouted.

"I got no fucking strength! I used it all up yesterday!" He fell over onto his right side and heaved himself back up next to the man. Cassandra knelt before him with her gun in his face. Flynn pulled the man's shirt up and saw a bullet hole in his lower right abdomen, beneath the liver. He pulled the man's pants and underwear down to his thighs and there was another bullet hole in his lower left abdomen. Blood was pouring from both. "Listen to me!" Flynn shouted. "I'm an Army field medic and I can save you right now! I heard you talking outside! I know there's more! You tell us how many and I'll keep you alive!" He pointed his gun at the open doorway. There was darkness outside, nothing more. Cold wind blew in.

"There's enough of us!" the man snarled. "I'm not telling you shit!"

"Wrong answer," Cassandra snarled back and set the muzzle of her Glock against his bare right testicle, resting on the tile floor, and shoved the gun down. His testicle squished flat apart with a popping crunch and his body flopped up in undulating waves. His eyes and mouth opened wide and he gasped and gagged, tried to breathe in but couldn't. Then she fired. A 10 mm, 180-grain hollow point traveled 1,225 feet per second through the man's testicle into the floor. His undulations of agony erupted into shivering vibrations and he screeched weakly like a wounded animal.

Flynn shook his head and backed away, guarding the door as Cassandra set the muzzle against the man's left ball, shoved down with a wet, crunching squish and fired again. The man howled in full voiced anguish as his ball exploded into pieces and he flopped like a fish, shuddering and writhing over to one side, flopping over to his other side, both hands clamped between his thighs. He retched hard and puked across the floor. Flynn stumbled back from it and fell over, still training his gun at the door.

"Good news, fucko!" she shouted. "You'll be dead from shock in ten minutes! Enjoy the ride!" She knelt at his side and yanked the collar of his shirt down as he squealed and writhed. He had a tattoo on his chest, a golden eagle with wings spread looking directly at the viewer. Beneath it were the words "Resiste! Pugna! Vince!"

"Resist! Fight! Conquer!" she shouted. "He's in KAW-80!"

"KAW-80?"

"Kill All Women. It's a militant hate group that broke off from the main Resistance about a year ago when the House of Ladies declared martial law! These fuckers don't obey any moral code! They're here to rape and kill any woman they find!" She turned to him. "They'll castrate you if they can! Hell, the..."

The kitchen wall next to the doorway exploded in a shower of wood. Flynn put his right arm up and splinters stuck in all over him as Cassandra spun around and crashed to the floor behind the end of the counter. Flynn pushed himself backward with his heels to the bedroom wall, just outside the door. He checked all over himself. No wounds but the splinters. "You hit!?" he shouted.

"No! I'm good! That was a fucking shotgun!"

"Goddammit!" he muttered. The man on the floor still thrashed wildly, squealing in a weak, plaintive falsetto. A black SPAS-12 shotgun barrel slowly protruded through the doorway followed by a man, dressed in all black wearing night vision goggles, four lenses per eye. He whipped to his left and a naked man with gigantic muscles and the biggest dick and balls he had ever seen shot him in the mouth with a Glock 10 mm. His head snapped backward, the shotgun clattered to the floor and he crumpled straight down in a heap in the doorway. Blood pooled wider, wider around him.

"You know, for a minute, there, I forgot you said you're a pacifist!" Cassandra said. He turned. She was peeking around the counter with a grin.

"I never said I was a pacifist! I just figured, you know, don't carry a gun into combat. Maybe my captors will have some mercy on me!"

"Well, you got lucky as shit I found you!"

"No kidding!"

A male voice bellowed from outside, "YOU MOTHERFUCKERS INSIDE!! YOU GOT ONE MINUTE TO COME OUT WITH YOUR GODDAMN HANDS UP OR WE SET FIRE TO THE FUCKING BUILDING!!" Cassandra and Flynn now saw a faint, flickery orange glow outside.

"Fuck!" he whispered.

She crept in a low squat around the counter to the door, gun trained on it, and slipped the man's goggles off. Sarah was sobbing in the bedroom. "Stay here and guard the door!" She crept back toward the dining room door.

"Where are you going?"

She slipped the goggles over her head and settled them over her eyes, then looked back. "KAW's a bunch of ragtags! These goggles cost thirty thousand dollars! They can't afford shit like this! That guy scrounged them from a Spec-Op! I doubt they have any more! That means the cunts outside can't see me!"

He looked over the two dead men. "They also don't know shit about tactics!" he said. She laughed and disappeared into the dining room. There was either cloud cover or no Moon because Flynn's eyes still hadn't adjusted to let in enough light. He only saw Cassandra and the men who had broken in because of their movement. He looked back around the doorway into the bedroom and whispered, "Sarah, try to calm down! I'm not going to let them get to you! I promise!" Sarah did not calm down.

He looked up along the wall, reached, and flicked on the kitchen lights. The man whose balls Cassandra had blown off was panting weak whimpers. Flynn reached forward and took the other man's shotgun.

Cassandra exited the dining room through a hidden door in the wall and peeked around the corner of her patio. The pool lay behind her. There were seven men crouching just outside the kitchen door, one holding a torch. None of them was wearing night vision goggles. She strode her left leg out in a crouch into the grass, aimed and fired. Three men went down with shouts and then started screaming. She kept firing but the other four turned and ran around the far corner out of sight. The men on the ground started firing in all directions and she spun back around the corner. They were all armed with pistols.

The firing ceased but the screaming didn't. "MATT!! I'M SHOT!!! FUCKING KNEES!!! BOTH OF 'EM!!! GODDAMMIT!!! YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!"

Someone else with a lower, calmer voice bellowed, "Listen! We know that fucking bitch is in there that we ran off the fucking road!! We - we just want her!! You send her out to us and we'll go away!! Promise!!"

"OH, MY GOD IT HURTS!!!"

Two more shots rang out and two of the men lying in the grass howled louder, higher, fast panting shrieks as they flopped on the ground. She eased from cover and slowly advanced in the grass. She rounded the gable of the dining room and a rifle burst kicked up dirt at her feet. She ran back around the corner as automatic rifle fire continued, and shouted through the hidden door, "FLYNN!! FIRE INTO THE TOP OF THE DOOR FRAME!!! HE'S ON THE ROOF!!"

She heard a shotgun blast, then another, then another. The rifle fire ceased and someone was screaming like a banshee, desperate, screeching wails. She ran back out in the yard and charged the men on the ground. Now there were four of them lying near the door. Two of them still writhed, screaming in frantic falsetto yelps as their hips undulated and they rolled back and forth. Their hands were clamped between their thighs. The man who had been on the roof thrashed in overwhelming agony, hands up limp above him, legs kicking from the pain. He was covered in blood and splinters. Buckshot had peppered both his legs from his feet to his abdomen and his entire crotch was torn apart in tatters of flesh and clothing. She grabbed his rifle, some sort of AR, and yanked two extra magazines from his waistband. "How's it feel, cunt?" she asked. Something clicked again and again behind her. She spun around, rifle at the ready, and one of the three men she had shot in the knees was moaning and sobbing as he pulled the trigger of a large revolver at her. It was empty.

She chuckled like a wild beast, aimed and fired two shots into the man's crotch. His body burst stiff like a board and he shuddered up a keening mewl from a hideous grimace of agony, lips sucked in over his teeth. His pistol shook from his hand and he suddenly rolled to his left and puked, retching hard over, then cupped his hands over his crotch.

One of the other two men dry-heaved a little as he swung his pistol up, arm wavering. It was a semi-automatic, but as he swung it around to aim at her, she swung the butt of the rifle and knocked it out of his hand into the darkness.

"M-miss! Pplease! Please! You blew my balls off!! Jesus! Just fucking kill me!! Pleasse!!"

"You got it!" she snarled and knelt by him. She glanced up at the third man and he held his bloody hands up from his crotch, pure terror on his face. She turned back to the man who was begging, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his pants down to his thighs. Blood was everywhere and she couldn't see where the bullet holes were, so she felt for his balls and he shrieked as she found the ragged remnants of his left one. He sat up suddenly and his nose met a fist as hard as she could swing. He howled as his nose exploded like a firecracker and he flopped back down. "Lie back and enjoy!!" she purred, fished up his right testicle, undamaged, and leaned forward, sucked it into her mouth and crunched it to flattened jelly in an instant between her molars.

The man burst into fresh screaming thrashes in the grass and his screaming rose into thin, asthmatic yipes. She stood and stepped over him to the next man. "You motherfuckers were gonna rape me and Sarah! You'd have raped Flynn, too!" She looked back at the kitchen doorway and Flynn was sitting in it, right shoulder bloody, shotgun trained on the man from the roof. That man no longer moved or made a sound.

The man she spoke to only writhed back and forth in the fetal position. He had a large Bowie knife in a sheath along his right thigh. She took the knife and roughly forced his legs apart, sat on his knees and cut his pants away. She felt for his bloody sack and found it. Both balls were mush. She squeezed what was left hard and he whimpered weak and high like a dog, body vibrating. His hands didn't try to stop her, only shivered, paralyzed by pain. She turned him over, pulled his pants down and shoved the knife up his ass. He screamed and bucked wildly, kicking in the grass, trying to get away from her. She turned the knife and his scream panted into low, desperate bellows. Then his throat closed and he gagged and slowly relaxed face down in the grass.

She yanked the knife out, stood and turned to Flynn with a bestial grin. There was blood all over her mouth. Juice strung from her pussy all the way to the ground, thick and creamy.

"Is that all of them?" he asked and just then a shot rang out and wood splintered from the doorway. He threw up his arms and rolled back inside.

"YOU'RE GONNA DIE, YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!" someone yelled from the direction of the Willow trees and the hammock as Cassandra ducked to the ground and rolled the man's body up whose nut she had chewed up. He retched hard and she turned his face to the grass as he puked a loud groan of stomach acid. More shots rang out and he jerked several times with loud whimpers. Then his eyes rolled up white and his head lolled limp to his shoulder. She held him on his right side, yanked his head up by the hair and peeked under it, brought her pistol up and fired back. One man screamed and crumpled to the ground. The other three were firing from behind the tree trunks. She shot the tree and bark flew into one man's eyes. He howled and dropped his pistol, both hands clapped over his face.

The other two kept up their fire, riddling her human shield. Then there was a pause. She saw a light-colored tennis shoe sticking out from the tree and put a 10mm through it. The man shrieked and fell, exposing his head and back. She pulled the trigger but the pistol clicked. She tossed it aside and brought up the AR and the last man suddenly dashed out from behind the tree and charged her, snarling and chuckling, arms outstretched, both hands ready to grab her. She fired but the rifle clicked. She chambered another round, but it clicked again.

She quickly stood, set her feet and waited. He growled into a roar as he closed to within arm's reach and she swung the rifle for his head. He put up his left arm, blocked it and tackled her to the grass. Her night vision goggles went flying as they both grabbed the rifle and he shoved it and her arms holding it to her right, threw a fist at her face, but she tilted her head right and he punched the ground. She swung the rifle butt hard across his cheek and he grunted, spat blood, and slapped it out of her grip, then grabbed her throat with both hands, thumbs on her windpipe and squeezed hard, growling. She kneed him hard in the balls, but he held fast. She reached up and shoved both her thumbs deep into his eyes sockets and he howled and let go, stumbling backward onto his butt, hands clawing at his face, and she flipped up on top of him, punched him as hard as she could with a haymaker right, hit his hand protecting his face, and snapped his index and middle fingers. His bellowing screams did not stop.

She looked around, snatched up the knife, pulled his pants down, yanked up his nutsack and sliced it off with a whip of her wrist. He screeched and writhed under her, but his hands didn't leave his face. She shoved his severed balls into his gaping mouth and threw a left uppercut into his chin. His teeth socked shut as he breathed in, and then he started gagging, thrashing even more wildly and she stood from him. He had sucked his balls down his windpipe and now clutched at his throat. Blood poured from both his eyesockets.

She grinned and picked up the rifle, ejected the magazine, and the rounds had blood on them. She tossed it and snatched up a fresh one. She looked up into the dark toward the Willow trees, then quickly looked around, found and put on the goggles. There was no one out there now. She looked all around, but the last two men were gone. "Flynn, you wait in the kitchen! Be ready for them to come back! Two left! Don't come out into the yard!"

"You got it!" he said from behind the counter and she ran off into the darkness back toward the hidden dining room door and the patio. No one. Nothing moved but the trees in the gentle wind. She advanced quickly in a center axis relock stance, turning in every direction, searching for movement, listening for anything. She passed the pool, looked up the long staircase to the roof, then bypassed it through an alcove, under a short maple tree into the open of the sideyard. She had hydrangea and azalea bushes planted flush to the house here and as she swung left to search along the walls, a man burst from the bushes, grabbed the rifle and tackled her to the ground. He was extremely strong and they growled as he held the barrel sideways between them, kneed her hard in the crotch, and wrestled the gun to her right side, released it with his right hand and punched her in the face. She grunted and rage welled up in her, bringing a burst of adrenaline with it.

She snarled her mouth open into a guttural roar as she sat up with him on top of her, shoved him off her and slammed the rifle into face. He shouted and she slammed it against his mouth, then kneed him in the balls as hard as she could, again, again. He barked out in gagging wheezes as she lifted her right leg high and pistoned it into his balls with all her strength.

Back inside the kitchen, Flynn stood behind the counter pointing his pistol at the doorway and listening to Sarah sob in the dark bedroom. Then his head burst into starry pain, his vision blackened over and he grumbled to the floor, his pistol landing under him. The man who took a burst of Willow bark to the eyes stood over him with an empty pistol. The massive naked man with gargantuan testicles did not stir. He looked down at them, grinned and turned to his right, took out the butcher knife from the rack by the pans and knelt.

He stopped. A woman was sobbing in the next room. He stood, grinned wider, and walked into the bedroom. "F-f-flynnn?" a voice whimpered.

"No," he growled and chuckled. "Not Flynn. Matt!" He flicked on the lights and she saw his boots from under the bed. She shrieked in terror as they stepped closer, closer, up to the bedside. He got on his knees, lifted the blankets and glared, wild-eyed at her. He had white greasepaint all over his face and a big red smear across his lips. Warpaint. She screamed and started pushing herself over the carpet away from him. He drooled. Then thrust his left arm under the bed and snatched her ankle tight, yanked hard and started dragging her out. She wailed and screamed raucously and fought back, but only a little. The fear had so overwhelmed her that all she could do was thrash uselessly. The man was huge and strong. He pulled her out and slowly stood, lifting her with one arm off the ground by her ankle.

"I'M GONNA FUCK YOU TILL YOU DIE, GODDAMN YA!!!!" he roared and she kicked and flailed to get free as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down. His cock was rock hard and big. He set the knife on the nightstand and as he prepared to flip her up and onto the bed, the man with gargantuan nuts slumped heavily into the doorway, the man holding Sarah looked to him, and Flynn's gun hand fell as he slumped to the floor. He fired. The man popped two feet off the floor with a screeching yipe, released Sarah onto the bed and she fell off to the floor as he crumpled into the fetal position and shrieked rapid ragged gasping wails, wallowing and flopping over to one side, then back to the other.

Flynn pulled the trigger. The gun clicked. He turned its profile to him. The slide was half back. He tried to rack it but it wouldn't move. He tossed it aside and dragged himself over the carpet into the room, grunting, growling with the effort. Blood trickled over his right ear. "Sarah, I'm coming!" he called and pushed himself to his knees. He crawled faster to them, climbed on top of the man, turned his face up to him and slammed a right cross against the man's jaw as hard as he could. The man's head snapped to the left and teeth clattered off the wall. His screaming ceased in that instant and he lay still, breathing deep and fast. Flynn looked up and saw a butcher knife on the nightstand. He took it, held it to the man's neck, then said, "No. No, we ain't finished with you, fucker!" he tossed the knife back toward the kitchen.

He rolled over and sat up with a groan. "Fucking clownface! Are you shitting me?!" Sarah lay in the fetal position on the floor, mouth drawn wide in a horrid grimace of terror, blubbering and sniffling, rocking back and forth, tears and snot pouring from her. "It's me, Sarah! It's Flynn! It's over, alright? It's over! I'm going to hug you and...hold onto you."

He pulled her up to him and she didn't fight. He growled with the effort to stand with her in his arms and laid her on the mattress, then climbed over her and pulled her to him. He had to pry her arms apart, and then she realized who he was and hugged him tight around his massive back. He stroked her and soothed her, "Shh. Shh. I've got you, now. "We're not gonna let anyone hurt you." She wrapped her legs around his legs.

Then they both heard someone screaming in fast, desperate shrieks outside on the other side of the house. The shrieks spiked in pitch to a strident falsetto squeal. Then it warbled back down into frantic gasping yelps, growling and sobbing yelps. About a minute later, Cassandra appeared in the bedroom doorway, covered in blood and dirt, panting. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she just needs to be comforted. Jesus, are you okay?"

Cassandra walked up to the bed. She looked at him. "Oh...yeah, it's not my blood." She tossed a severed nutsack at the foot of the man on the floor. The spermatic cords trailed long out of it. She had ripped a man's balls off. "Is he the last one?"

"Me...I don't - I have no idea!"

"Yeah, he's the last one. You okay?"

"Yeah he knocked me on the head and then went after her. He was gonna rape her but I came to and shot him."

She knelt and spread the man's legs. "Ha! You fucking blew the tip of his dick off!"

Flynn started to speak, then burst into laughter and she joined him. "I - I wasn't - I was aiming center-mass and my arm fell."

She moved out of the way so he could see, and he had shot the man exactly in his glans and blown it off. There was a bullet hole in the wall over the nightstand and blood dripped from it.

Sarah slowly began to calm down and now only sobbed into his chest, heaving and rocking with relief. They felt the sheets slide up over them as Cassandra tucked them in. He stuffed a pillow under Sarah's head, then one under his and purred in her ear, "You're safe now."

"You must've punched this guy." He turned and she was examining the man on the floor. He was out cold, breathing deep.

"Yeah," he said. "I knocked his teeth out."

"I'm pretty sure you broke his jaw! It's already swelling."

"Yeah, well, fuck him. He deserved it."

"Oh, he deserves a lot more," she purred with bloodlust, then stood and looked around the room, out into the kitchen. "Well, fuck! Shit, the day's begun! I mean, at this point! I'm not going back to bed now!" The clock read "4:46." "Fuck. Might as well get some coffee going."

"And some food."

"Yeah, you got it." She pulled open the top dresser drawer, took out two pairs of handcuffs and a roll of duct tape and closed it. She cuffed the man's hands behind his back then dragged him out of sight into the shower. Flynn listened to the shower run for a few minutes. Sarah's sobs were steadily dwindling. Then she reappeared, clean all over, hair slicked behind her.

"What are you gonna do to him?" Flynn asked.

"I'm not gonna do anything to him. Sarah is. Is she asleep?"

Flynn purred in her ear, "Sarah? Honey?" She breathed deep and slow and didn't answer. "Yeah, she's sleeping."

"Good. And I think you can kinda guess."

"Once I've eaten something, I'll clean up the mess."

"Sweet. You're awesome."

On the evening of 3 June 2081, Flynn stood in the shower holding Cassandra with her ass cupped in his hands, curling all 150 pounds of her up and down his cock while she howled at the ceiling and cum sprayed in a scalding sheet all over both of them. It was hotter than the bathwater. He bent his knees a little, held her steady, and jackhammered all sixteen inches of his cock in and out of her as fast as he could and her howl yiped and wavered up into a screeching squeal. Her cum stung their skin with its heat and power as he plowed her four inches wide to her cervix and plopped it four inches wide open into her uterus with every thrust.

She had kicked, kneed, punched, and squeezed his giant nuts as hard as she could for a solid hour beforehand and the agony was still exploding up from them into his guts. He was severely nauseous and running on fumes. She had tortured his nuts every day for hours, then they had fucked for hours, then she had tortured him some more, then they fucked some more. For the last sixteen days he had not cum and she had promised him that if he could hold back for this last session, she'd fuck him and jerk him off outside tomorrow. She wanted to see how much cum his magnificent balls could manufacture.

But if he came during this last session, she promised to rupture both his nuts, then have them surgically repaired. Perhaps she didn't realize just how exquisitely agonizing a kick to the balls was, but she had put his balls through so much overwhelming pain that he had no problem not being able to cum. Yet sex with the world's most beautiful woman and tightest, most powerful pussy enabled him to stay rock hard and give her all the pounding, delicious fucking she wanted.

And Cassandra wanted a lot. He jackhammered on, legs shuddering from the effort, every muscle all over him gorgeously colossal from the strain of holding her off the floor for the last thirty minutes. His abs were cut sharper than he had ever seen them. He leaned forward and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. He licked and flicked it, slathering, sucking in her whole breast soft and warm. His balls flopped up and spanked her hard with every thrust and he winced non-stop as they slapped her ass and bounced back down beneath him, flopped up and smacked, bounced down hard.

This would be the most glorious, euphoric orgasm Cassandra had ever experienced. Much more intense than the one he gave her in prison. She squealed a wide open grin at the ceiling, thrashing her legs wild around him, squeezing her nails into his shoulders and undulating in heaving waves as he fucked her orgasm into the empyrean. Her pussy was impossibly tight and he grunted with the effort to shove it open, stretching it wide and deep.

She had been screaming and cumming for the last two minutes. One hundred and twenty seconds of intolerably euphoric ecstasy, and now, Flynn's eyes opened wide with horror as he felt his own orgasm slowly chew up into his taint. He felt his balls drawing heavily up. Now they weren't spanking her ass and sending yelps of agony up into his belly. He didn't dare stop fucking her. He wanted her to know she had chosen the world's greatest lover as her sex slave.

So he quickly thought about the final kick she had given him before they resumed fucking. For a whole hour she had had him stand or kneel in various positions in the shower and unleashed her mightiest kicks and knees, full-force punches, and then giggled and squealed with delight as he crumpled and writhed over and over in the fetal position, cupping his balls loose behind his thighs, knees crossed and trembling, moaning desperate whimpers as the agony wrenched and squeezed into his bowels.

She let him catch his breath after each strike. Then he had to stagger into the next position and take another. Her last kick was the most powerful field goal she had ever managed. Flynn was on all fours facing away from her and her foot scooped up both his balls and smashed them from four inches round and juicy to one inch flat as pancakes against his crotch and flipped him completely over onto his back. His frantic moaning whimpered up high and loud while he was still in mid-air, and when he landed, his hands shot between his thighs, grabbed his balls and his thighs slapped together as he flopped over and over on the shower floor, spitting and mewling. The agony was so overwhelming she could see it erupting in vibrating shudders all over him, again and again, wave after fast wave of it and she busted out laughing brightly, bent over and hands on her knees. Flynn whined like a dog as the nausea swelled into a firestorm from his screaming balls. The misery in his guts became worse than the agony in his nuts and he cradled his balls in his right hand and clutched his belly with his left, rocking hard over with belching heaves.

"As soon as you can get up," she had said, "I want you to hold me up and pound me really hard! I want every inch with every thrust! I wanna see just how hard you can make me cum!" Ten minutes later, Flynn managed to stand on shaky legs and stagger to her. She grinned and turned the shower on.

Now, thirty minutes later, the pain was suddenly vanishing and he didn't want it to. In about thirty seconds, he was going to blast sixteen days' worth of cum into her, and then she would pop his balls like tomatoes. His eyes drew tight as the fear took over, and then his rage at not wanting to lose his balls overwhelmed his fear. He regained control of his mind. He staggered around to his left, holding her and her screaming began to subside. Her scalding spray of cum dwindled to several fat spurts and she panted a lusty moan, "What? What's wrong?"

"I'm about to cum!" he whimpered. "Hang on! Shit! Fuck!! Goddammit!! Jesus!!" And he turned the hot water off. The shower quickly fell to an ice bath and he moaned rapid purrs with his face in the spray of a showerhead, pressed her back against the wall and shook heavily all over. The cold water shocked his senses back to reality but it wasn't enough. His balls were singing with delight. He had ten seconds to think of something else, but he couldn't. Flynn was about to cum. He started sobbing weakly into the water as she watched with a chuckling grin, "Please! Please! No! Jesus! I'm gonna cum! Cassie, I'm trying not to! Please, don't let me cum! Don't take my balls!"

"It's okay, honey! I know what to do!" she soothed him and he felt her feet swing around from his ass to between his thighs, she found his fat, meaty balls bunched up tight against him and pressed her arches together around his sack, his balls beneath her feet, and she kicked hard down, yanking them six inches away from him. He howled rapid whining yelps, with desperate falsetto terror as the agony blasted up as fresh and richly unbearable as her final kick forty minutes earlier. The pain took over his brain and the greatest, most ecstatically delectable orgasm he could ever imagine would now have to wait for tomorrow. His balls were no longer singing with delight but screaming for mercy. The misery seared back up into his belly all the way to his diaphragm, and just as he heaved over with his first retch, she kicked his balls down hard again, stretching them seven inches from him. He felt his cords straining and keened up a whining, blubbering mewl as the nausea finally won the day.

Flynn hung his chin over her right shoulder and puked gatorade, steak, eggs, and French fries down the wall, down her back and all over the floor. Cassandra burst into heaving laughter as he dry-heaved again and again, loud growling pukes of stomach acid. She kicked and kicked with his balls between her feet, yanking them hard and rubbing her feet together. "They're so spongy and warm! I fucking love the way the feel!" she snarled. The agony and misery raged on but he was done puking. He spat long slimes of dribble. "Back to fucking, honeybunny!!" she purred. "I want one more minute of hard cumming! Get that jackhammer back to work!"

He groaned and whimpered as he staggered closer to the wall, hefted her up a little and set his shaking legs in a shallow squat. Then he took a deep breath, baring his beautiful teeth at her and pounded it in hard and fast, fucking her with every inch he could, but she wouldn't release his balls from her feet, so every thrust in yanked them down and he growled like a bear through his teeth as he took the pain with pure fury and her bright quivering wails fluttered up again. Her pussy clenched tighter, tighter, a volcanic vise as he shoved every inch he had deep and deliciously wide into her, through her cervix, and finally her wails yelped and hopped with her body as her orgasm returned to peak intensity. She released his balls as her legs thrashed wild around him, feet trembling against his hips, his ass, his thighs as he banged her as fast as he could. He no longer cared if he might hurt her. He fucked her with every ounce of strength he had left, loud bestial grunts echoing with the meaty smacks of their hips. Faster, harder, he fucked her and felt a fresh hot flood around his cock. Cum sprayed up with her voice, splashing all over them, geysering up their abs to their chests, spraying their throats and her face as he hung his over her shoulder and worked her pussy better than it had ever felt.

For one solid minute, Cassandra's screams could be heard one hundred yards down the hill from her house. She sounded desperate, now, afraid, as he had sounded after her final kick. Her shuddering wail had taken on an air of horror. He could hear it and he knew what she was thinking: this might actually kill me. Her cum was spraying the ceiling. His balls dripped his precum in long slime to the floor as he pistoned his cock four thrusts per second sixteen inches out and sixteen inches into her. Her cum spritzed and spewed like a yard sprinkler.

Then her voice slowly descended. She shifted her arms on his back, now a hug more of love than lust. He felt her legs continuing to swing and kick, her inner thighs roiling against his hips. Her cum died down quickly and she undulated three times with squealing yipes as it spurted hot washes over both of them. They were panting as if they'd just finished a marathon. He felt her pussy clenching shivers around his cock, clenching tighter. Then it relaxed suddenly, her legs fell limp against the wall and she laid her head over his right shoulder with a sigh. He felt her drool down his back. He had fucked Cassandra unconscious.

"You wanted it, baby!" he growled and curled her up one last time with a groan. His cock drew a long sucking slurp and kissed out of her. Cum flooded out behind it. He lowered her and held her like a baby, head tucked against his left pec, legs over his right arm. He staggered slowly to the shower knobs and turned the cold off, then hefted her around and padded slowly to the door, dank splashes echoing with the gurgle of the drain as he stepped in water and pussy juice. He kicked the door open and stepped out onto a towel. He knelt with a loud groan as his legs, his arms, his back, everything screamed that he had nothing left, and he gently set her on the towel. He yanked another down from the rack and dried her. He bent over and gave her nipples a final sucking kiss each.

Then he tried to stand but couldn't, so he flopped over beside her and dried himself. She purred awake. "Fffffffuck me!" she whispered.

"Again?!" he moaned. They both laughed a little. He let out a gurgling sigh as he slowly rolled over and pushed himself up to his hands and knees. "Can you get up?" he croaked, "Cause I don't think I can get you up."

"Yeah, I can get up."

"Every muscle is totally spent." He started crawling out into the bedroom, groaning with every movement.

"You look unbelievably fucking gorgeous right now. Like a fucking god!" she said, and slowly sat up, abs rippling. She squatted and stood, holding the doorway as she rose. She chuckled as his balls swung and bounced off his thighs. They were swollen from her torture and looked scrumptiously fat and juicy. They were as big as tangerines. "I wanna suck on those nuts, but I won't."

"Please don't," he groaned and started climbing up the mattress.

"Don't worry. You earned a good orgasm for tomorrow! No more pain for a while!"

He flopped over the covers and slowly rolled his legs up and onto his back and lay panting slowly. They had a fire going in the fireplace. The clock to his right read "9:16." Because of the global climate shift of the 2050s, June was now the most unpredictable month of the year for weather in most places, not February or March. The thunderstorm in which they fucked two weeks earlier had been a pleasant 80-degree day. But it drew in a sharp cold front behind it, and this close to the snowline the temperature outside had plunged to 36 degrees. His cock still raged hard straight up his torso and he shook his head at it. "I'm exhausted, but you've gotten me so damn sexually aroused, I don't - I don't...I - I think you're gonna have to - like - get me drunk or something. I'll never get to sleep. I need whiskey dick or something."

"No problem. You've earned some Macallan 12! How's that sound?"

"Fucking delicious!" He closed his eyes. She staggered by the bed and into the kitchen. He heard her chugging for a while. Then she returned with a fifth of Macallan 12-year-old single-malt Scotch, unopened, and a tumbler with ice.

"You want it straight, on the rocks, or...?"

"Just put it in the glass. I'll drink from the bottle. Whatever." He swallowed.

"You threw up so you don't have much food in you right now. Don't drink too much." She glowed through the firelight as she came to him.

"Nah, just four or five shots should do. Good shots."

She set the bottle and glass on the nightstand on his side, and said, "Let's sit you up." She pulled under his arms and helped him shift up and sit against the headboard, then pulled the blankets down under his ass and legs and brought them up to his waist. His cock showed no signs of softening and six inches of it stuck out from the covers. She leaned over and kissed his glans. He laughed once, then looked over at the whiskey and said, "You're gonna have to hold the glass, I think. I don't wanna spill it. My arms are fucking dead right now."

"And absolutely beautiful." She massaged his left upper arm. "So fucking massive and cut!"

"Well, I just curled a hundred and fifty pounds non-stop for thirty minutes!"

"I cannot begin to describe to you," she said as she popped the cork and poured the whiskey, "how fucking great that orgasm was!" She filled the glass, set the bottle down and held the glass to his lips. He sipped it. "It was even better than the one in the prison! You are the absolute greatest lay I've ever had! And I've had quite a few really good ones!" He finished the glass and she set it down. "Here, let me slide you over so I can lie on this side and get you the whiskey." She pushed him to his right and he slumped to his elbow and groaned loudly through his teeth as he pulled himself to the right side of the mattress. She shifted his legs after him and climbed under the covers next to him, tucked them in and reached out for the whiskey. She poured and brought it around to him.

"I think I can manage," he whispered and took the glass with both hands. The ice rattled as his hands shook, but he got it to his lips and sipped." He sighed. "Good stuff! The 18 is my favorite, but this is really good, too!"

"Mine, too! Fruitier and super rich!" She brought the bottle around and lay warm against him, tits mashing soft and heavy across his left arm and pec. She kissed his shoulder and said, "I fucking love cuddling with you! You're so fucking warm!"

He turned and smiled. "You, too! I'm about to get a lot warmer!" He sipped the whiskey down and she filled the glass. "'Bout four more glasses."

"You got it." She kissed his shoulder and laid her cheek warm against his chest, hair cold and wet over his arm.

His cock began to soften.

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They were both startled awake. Someone was banging on the kitchen door. "Cassie!? Cassie!! Please!! It's Sarah!! I'm fucking dying!! Cassie! You gotta open up!! Please! I'm fucking freezing to death!! Jesus! Please!!"

Cassandra was wide awake and muttered, "What the fuck?!" as she swung out from under the covers and ran into the kitchen. Flynn was still waking up from the whiskey. No hangover. The fire glowed dimly in the fireplace.

"Cassie!! Jesus!! Are you there?!?! Please!!"

"Yeah, I'm coming!! I'm coming!!" He heard her open the door. "Sarah?! Jesus! What the fuck?! Get in here!!"

The wall blocked Flynn's view. "Someone ran me off the road into a lake!!" Sarah screamed weakly. She sounded terrified. "I'm fucking dying!! I'm fucking dying!!"

"You're not - you're not fucking dying! Here! Get these wet clothes off! Fast! C'mon!" He heard wet clothes sopping to the floor. He looked to his right. The clock read "11:26."

"MmmI gonna die??! MmI gonna die??! Cccccassie!!" Sarah was so cold her voice was shivering with her.

"You're not gonna die! You're not gonna die! Calm down! Come on into the bed right now! Come on!" She led Sarah naked and hugging herself into the bedroom. Flynn couldn't see her well, but she was petite compared to Cassandra, maybe five feet six inches and about one hundred and twenty pounds. She was in good shape. Short hair soaked down. Cassandra hurried her onto her side under the covers and pushed her against an extremely muscular man who hugged his right arm around her and pulled her close. Sarah was pretty sure he was naked, but she didn't care. Cassandra sidled up after her, tucked the covers down tight and stroked her waist down over the side of her ass to her left thigh and back up, fast and firm.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Jesus! Fuck me! You guys are warm!" Cassandra's massive breasts mashed soft across her back. Flynn estimated by the feel of them against his chest and left arm that Sarah's were solid B-cups. Her nipples could have dialed a rotary telephone.

"Shh. Shh," Cassandra soothed. "You're not gonna die. You're not gonna freeze to death." The man stroked Sarah's arm over the bottom sheet from her shoulder to her elbow.

"Holy fuckle, you guys are warm!!" she moaned. Her shivering was quickly subsiding. She wrapped her left leg over the man's right and pressed her right cheek and ear flat against his chest. His pecs were so massive they felt like hot pillows and she purred as she listened to the slow boom of his heart. She felt his left hand press her frigid left ear warm to her head and his right hand caressed her cheek. She felt Cassandra's feet press against hers as she kept stroking her waist, her ass and legs. Every part of her was warming up quickly.

"Jesus!" Her voice broke. Now she was crying. "I fucking love you so much, Cassie! Thank you so much!" Flynn felt hot tears on his chest. He hugged her a little tighter.

"Shh. Shh," Cassandra said. "There's no shame in crying, honey. Just let it out. You'll feel better." Sarah started heaving with sobs of relief. "She freaks out very easily," Cassandra said to Flynn. "It's PTSD from when she was raped. I've been giving her the best therapy I can for the last two years since I met her. Since it happened. Sarah, isn't today your birthday?"

She panted and caught her breath for a moment and said, "Nnn - morrow!"

"Well, I've got some very good news and then some optional really great news!"

"Yeah?"

Cassandra purred in her sonorous contralto over her ear and Flynn took his hand away, "The bastard who raped you?"

"Yeah? You got him!? Please?"

"We got the motherfucker!" Sarah burst into fresh sobs. They both pressed closer together around her. The man stroked her side over the sheet. "About a month and a half ago! And Sarah?" She didnt answer, just wept. "Two weeks ago I punished him for you!"

Flynn felt her mouth draw wide in a grimace of joy. She looked back and Cassandra smiled sweetly at her. "Dddyou mmmake it we - reawwy bad frim?"

Cassandra nodded her eyes closed. "Tomorrow morning I'll give you your first birthday present! You get to watch the surveillance footage! All ninety minutes of men being punished!"

"All of them castrated?"

"Mm-hmm! Well, all but one. Look." She motioned with her eyes and Sarah turned back and looked up at the man. His face was absolute perfection. It was like looking at a Renaissance painting of a Greek god. Adonis or Apollo. She stared and her mouth slowly opened. He smiled warmly at her.

"Ohh, mmy fucking God!" she moaned. "You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen!"

He chuckled and said, "Thank you. You're extremely beautiful, too, Sarah." She moaned as his voice sent a delicious bass hum into her body.

"Oh, God! Keep talking!" she whimpered and pressed her ear warm against his chest.

"Alright. My name is Flynn Fitzherbert. I was captured as a prisoner of war, guilty of sedition. Cassandra was very merciful to spare me castration."

Sarah looked up. She had tears all over her face but she wasn't crying anymore. They had calmed her down. She looked at Cassandra with surprise. "Sedition and you didn't cut his balls off?"

"Yeah, well, let's keep that on the down low, "Cassandra said. "It wasn't exactly legal."

"Well, why'd you spare him?"

"Uh, that's the optional really great news. Now, keep in mind, you don't have to say yes. We're totally okay with you saying no to this, but! In the morning, while you watch the surveillance video, you can sit on my face and I'll eat you out! How does that sound?"

"Mmmmm! Thanks so much!" She laid her head back against Flynn's chest and rolled her face against his soft muscle.

"You bet! Ninety minutes of the best licking you ever had! You cum all you want! Happy birthday!" Sarah purred against Flynn as he stroked her side.

"But Sarah? After we're done, if you want, I think it'll be really therapeutic for you to fuck Flynn!"

Sarah gasped a little and looked back at her. "But - but!"

"Stay calm. You can say no any time you want. But hear me out! You don't trust men anymore ever since you were raped. I understand that. But Flynn is the nicest guy I have ever known. The reason I spared him is because...yeah, he's guilty of sedition, but all he was was a medic and he was never armed with any weapon, just medical supplies. All he ever wanted to do was help people, and he didn't care what side they were on. Look him in the eyes."

Sarah turned back to Flynn and he purred, "I promise I will never do anything to hurt you."

"He means that. I assure you," Cassandra purred against her back. "But listen. You're bisexual like me. Pussy eating is great, and double-sided dildos, all that is great, but I know you want a good dick. A real one."

"That fucker took my virginity!" Sarah whimpered. "And he was the only one I've had!" Flynn hugged her closer.

"Sweetheart," he purred in his best bass voice, "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. You don't have to have sex with me if you don't want to. You don't have to be afraid of me, or nervous, or worry about being around me. I won't do anything bad to you."

Cassandra purred, "Sarah, you should think of this as taking your sexual freedom back. You know, possessing it for yourself, as your own. You don't have to feel like a victim anymore!"

Sarah breathed slow and deep and looked up at Flynn. His expression was one of warm friendliness. "You must be her new sex slave."

"Mm-hmm."

"You any good?"

"Wh - at sex?" He laughed a little. "Maybe Cassie should answer that."

Cassandra purred in her ear, "About an hour ago he made me cum so hard I passed out." Sarah sighed and pressed her face back against him. She closed her eyes. "He's already made me cum so hard I burst into tears."

"Genetic enhancement?"

Flynn purred, "Mm-hmm. From the age of eight."

"So you've got a big dick?"

Cassandra purred, "He has the biggest dick on Earth. Probably."

"How big?"

"I won't tell you. You'll have to wait and see." She licked her ear and sucked on it. "He's the total package. Biggest dick and balls in the world, and he had the seminal vesicle surgery. I've been denying him an orgasm for the last sixteen days while we fucked for hours and I really worked his nuts over. I wanna see just how much cum he can produce. He already pumped sixty-four ounces into me!"

Sarah opened her mouth and looked back. "Sixty-four fucking ounces of cum!?!?" Cassandra smiled and nodded. Sarah looked back to Flynn. His expression was the same. She felt no fear because of his presence. He seemed like he genuinely enjoyed being nice to people. He seemed like the opposite of the bastard who raped her.

"And tomorrow," Cassandra said, "He's going to fuck at least me. If you want to fuck him, you're welcome to. And then we're going to suck him and jerk him off into a bucket to see how much he's got on deck. By the way." Sarah looked back to her. "His cum is extremely delicious."

"Better than yours?"

"Well, completely different. If you try it, I promise you'll like it."

Sarah moaned against Flynn. She wanted a dick. Then she looked back. "Hey, why didn't you just take me to the shower!?"

"We're all out of hot water," Cassandra said.

"You got like an hour of hot water!"

"I know. We used it up."

She turned back to Flynn. "You guys fucked for a whole hour in the shower?"

"Oh, we fucked for a lot more than one hour today," he said. "My body is completely exhausted. Here, feel." He guided her left hand to his right upper arm.

"Holy shit!" she chuckled.

"Yeah, that's from holding her off the floor and essentially doing one hundred and fifty pound curls for thirty minutes straight. Believe me, every muscle needs ten hours of sleep." Sarah's breath shuddered a little as she squeezed his massive arm, kneading it, rolling her fingers in the soft muscle, the biceps, the triceps, the huge, firm shoulder. "Yeah, keep doing that. That feels great."

"Yeah, I'll give you a full-body massage in the morning," Cassandra said. "Right after breakfast. Then we fuck." She snarled, "It's gonna be so fucking great!"

Sarah squeezed his pecs and flicked his nipples. She leaned in and kissed him directly over his heart, then laid her cheek and ear against him. "Talk to me. Your voice and heart will put me to sleep."

"I sailed a wild, wild sea, climbed up a tall, tall mountain," he sang in a purring, rumbling bass and Cassandra looked up at him. He smiled. "Met an old, old man beneath a weeping willow tree." It was the same song Cassandra had sung to John Fulp in the dungeon while she gave him a footjob. "I got a good memory," he said, then sang the rest of it. Cassandra joined in and sang harmony. Sarah was fast asleep by the time they finished.

He opened his eyes. The room was dark. His whole body felt delectably relaxed. A very mild soreness in his shoulders, upper arms, and upper back. Cassandra still lay face down on him, breathing soundlessly slow and deep. He turned his head right and it was still dark out the window. The clock read "6:26." He sighed and reached up, brought around the bottle of gatorade and chugged it. He looked down at her. He reached back and put the bottle on the nightstand, then gently eased her off him, over onto her back, lifted her head and smoothed her hair down, settled the pillow under her, and let her down. He tucked her in, watched and waited. She was dead asleep.

He eased out of bed, stood and cracked all the knuckles he could crack, fingers, wrists, elbows, shoulderblades, neck, jaw. He turned and smiled at her. He walked around, stooped and threw on his underwear and sweatpants, then breathed deep as he looked around the room. There was a fireplace in an alcove of the wall to his left, no wood and very little ash in it. He walked through the door to the shower, entered and padded around, looking at the showerheads. There was a glass door in the far wall he had not noticed, and he opened and went through it. A second door stood before him. There was a toilet to his right and a towel rack to his left. He opened the door, walked through and stood. The room was too dark for him to see. There was a switch on the wall to his right and he closed the door, then flicked it up. A gymnasium flooded to light.

A three-tiered dumbbell rack, a treadmill, a barbell bench, a squat rack. The barbell was loaded with two thirty-five pound plates. One hundred and fifteen pounds. There was a squat cage against the far wall, no barbell. He walked right, around the corner and there was a door. He opened it and went into the living room. A big-screen TV was mounted to the left wall. It measured some twelve by twelve feet and a projector jutted down from the ceiling against the right wall. Two gray couches sat under it.

Ahead of him the doorway was open and the kitchen lay beyond. He swallowed, breathed deep, and walked through. He looked right. The door to her bedroom was open and he could see her. He went to it and closed it ajar, then flicked the lights on. The kitchen shone clean as he turned. There was a closed door at the left of the counter. He went to the refrigerator and all the ingredients of a balanced diet sat inside: eggs, milk, several twenty-four packs of gatorade, Yuengling beer, steaks, chicken breasts, bags of salad, garlic heads in the door, no condiments or dressings. Cassandra ate a paleo diet. He opened the freezer door and there were three ice cube trays and a tub of cookie dough ice cream inside. He opened the tub. It was about half-empty.

He turned back to the bedroom door, still closed, then took out the egg carton and set it on the counter. Jumbo. He took a pot from the rack to his left and set six eggs in it, filled it with water, and turned the front left burner on. He went back to the gym, took a fifty-five pound dumbbell from the rack, leaned over and did concentration curls, hefting it up with a little help from his back. Thirty reps for each arm. Then again.

He caught his breath, then hefted the dumbbell over his head with both hands and did French goblet presses, working his triceps. Twenty reps. He brought the dumbbell down in front of him, shook his arms out, then did thirty more reps of curls with each arm. He threw the weight overhead and did twenty more goblet presses.

Then he went back to the kitchen, turned the eggs off, dumped the water and filled the pot with cool. Once he'd peeled and eaten them, he washed them down with gatorade and returned to the gym.
He went around the room and did a quick circuit of his whole body. He had been in prison for a month with no access to weights, and so he had done calisthenics in that time, push-ups, sit-ups, and planks. His body was limbered up from this, but he still wasn't ready for a lot of heavy lifting. The bench press, two hundred pounds for twenty reps. A single set felt enough. Two hundred pound squats. Twenty reps. He could lift much heavier but he liked his ass small and tight. Then flys for his chest, back and shoulders.

He was done in thirty-five minutes. He had not broken a sweat. He looked at the treadmill a moment. Then walked out into the living room. There were two controllers on one of the couches. An Xbox X and the remote for the big-screen. He looked up and a double door was closed before him. He opened it and walked through. He felt around for the switch and flicked it. A large oval dining table stood in the center surrounded by twelve chairs. A silvery-gray tablecloth lay over it. No silverware. There was a large picture window in the far wall, some ten feet long and five feet high. He walked to it and cupped his hands around his eyes, but it was pitch black outside.

An upright piano stood to the window's right. He looked back to the doorway. There was a second door ahead of him, the kitchen counter door. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back, cracking his neck. He belched. Then smiled.

Then sat at the piano. He shifted the bench back some, shifted it forward a little, set his bare right foot on the sustain peddle.

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She opened her eyes. Piano music was playing. Late Romantic. Maybe Chopin or Schumann. Out of tune. It was her piano. She turned her head right. Flynn was gone. He had tucked her in warm. The clock said "7:17." She felt great. Not tired or washed out from cumming so much, but energetic. Wide awake. She smiled and sat up, stood out of bed and stretched down at her waist, her hamstrings, then up, her upper back, shoulders, arms over her head. She cracked her neck back and forth, then went to her dresser and took out a gold bra and green panties.

She followed the sound of music to her dining room. Flynn sat at the piano and finished the piece just as she leaned against the door sill with a smile. His muscles were gigantic, his waist narrow. He had just used her weights and he was by far the most impossibly gorgeous man on Earth. "That was beautiful," she said.

He turned and smiled back.

"What is it?"

"Your ringtone."

She raised her eyebrows. "Your kidding! What's it called?"

"Intermezzo in A, opus 118, number 2. By Johannes Brahms."

"Play it again!"

So Flynn played it again and she heard her ringtone. She grinned and sat in the dining chair at the head of the table. There was a flash. Thunder boomed outside and they both heard rain begin to pour. It was a sad piece of music, like something one might play at a funeral. When he finished, she waited a moment, then said, "Jesus! I didn't know you were so talented!"

He spun around, knees up, on the bench and said, "I majored in English. Minored in music. I was going to fill the minor out to a second Bachelor's, but decided to try to save people instead."

"Well, you're going to be very popular with my lady friends whenever they come over. How do you feel?"

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged with a grin. "I feel perfectly fine! I just worked out for a while. Hope you don't mind." She shook her head. "Nothing hurts. No fatigue that I can feel. I mean...if you wanna fuck, I can without any problem."

She chuckled. "After breakfast. You hear that?"

He sighed his eyes closed and said, "Yeah. I love the sound of rain."

"Me, too! And you're going to help me cross something off my bucket list!"

"What?"

"Fucking in a violent thunderstorm!" They smiled and she stood. "How does a traditional English breakfast sound?"

"I just ate six eggs, but sure. What's in it?"

"Well, scrambled eggs on sourdough, but if you don't want any more eggs..."

"No, no. Sounds good. I can eat."

He followed her into the kitchen, sat and watched. She set thick sourdough slices in the toaster, got the coffee maker going, then brought a pan to sizzling with olive oil, set four large mushrooms and two vines of tomatoes in to roast, then began whipping a dozen eggs with butter in a large pot. On the heat, off the heat, on the heat, off, always whipping. She stirred in a spoonful of creme fraiche, salt and pepper, then chopped chives. She arranged it all very neatly on two plates and handed him his with a smile. "Wow! You're a pro chef!"

"Nah. I watch videos." They sat at the counter and ate while the storm whirled its fury outside. Dim light came through the windows. He finished and said, "That was delicious! Thank you!"

"Mm-hmm." She tossed the vines in the trash and rinsed the plates. They sat and drank coffee, looking at each other, looking outside. "After today," she said, "We're going to play orgasm denial." She smiled. He didn't look worried. "I'll cum all I want every day, but you don't get to. I'll keep you from it by pain." He looked a little worried. "We'll go for two weeks. I wanna see just how much cum you can build up after two weeks of fucking for hours a day." He smiled a little. "Then I'll let you cum and give you the day off from ballbusting."

He shook his head. "I don't know what the upper limit is. I don't even know if there is one! For my seminal vesicles. But if they're just going to keep expanding until there's no more room in the bottom of my abdominal cavity, it's possible I could build up a gallon of cum. I don't know."

She opened her mouth and shook her head with a grin. "If I jerk you off into a bucket outside and it measures a fucking gallon, I - I don't know how I'm gonna reward you, but I'll fucking think of something, honey!"

He held up his hands. "I'm not calling it! I - I have no idea!"

She finished her coffee, sighed and cracked her neck around. She belched. "You ready?" He grinned and nodded. She stood and walked to the front door. He stood and pulled his sweat pants and boxer-briefs down to his ankles, stepped out of them and stood tall for her. She smiled and brought down her panties, unclasped her bra, tossed it aside and opened the door. He felt the wind of the storm blow in and she walked out into it.

He followed. The willow branches lashed and whipped in the wind. It was maybe eighty degrees and the rain cooled them but not too much. It was a perfect rainforest for fucking. They both loved the smell of rain. There was nothing sharp in the grass as he followed her to a hammock strung waist-high between two weeping willows about forty yards apart. Her ass sashayed so beautifully that his cock was standing straight up in ten seconds. She tossed her head back and smoothed her hair behind her. The hammock was large and square, the same size as the one in the shower and she hopped around on her back into it and shifted up to the center. He smiled and climbed on then kneeled at her feet, cock throbbing against his abs, balls swinging a good five inches beneath him, brushing the ropes. "What position?" he called over the wind and roar of the rain.

"I want a nice deep fuck! Missionary! Keep it buried to the hilt and just give me the last several inches!" She grinned and spread her legs.

"I can fuck you even deeper if you let me put my legs outside yours!" He spread his knees wider than her hips and she smiled and brought her massive thighs together, locked her knees and he watched her quadriceps ripple gloriously. He settled over her, the insides of his knees against her hips, raised his ass high and set the tip of his cock against her pussy lips. He looked up with a grin and said, "Ready?"

She lay back and closed her eyes to the rain, her nipples colossal, the rain pooling down her cleavage. "Pound it in, baby! Don't be afraid!"

He grinned wider and thrust hard. Her body flexed like a board as his cock plunged all the way to the hilt, stretching her four inches wide and popping two inches through her cervix. He lay forward over and her body undulated in steady waves as an orgasm rocked all over her. She squealed and wrapped her arms around his giant back and he reached through the hammock, hugged her warm and tight around, pulled four inches out and thrust it back in, not as hard as he could. He started fucking her out and in, two thrusts a second and she gasped and squirmed under him. Her knees shivered apart and his balls dropped between them as a delicious purr of ecstasy flooded her throughout. Her fluttery squeal yelped up in cute, falsetto gasps into a wavering howl as the storm whipcracked around. The willow branches lashed his back, his ass, their legs. She flexed her legs straight together and he moaned a chuckle as her warm thighs massaged his balls between them.

He fucked faster as the rain stung him cold all over. Her pussy was squeezing his cock for all it was worth and he rolled his eyes shut and nestled his head against her neck, jaw to jaw, and pounded the last four or five inches of his cock deep into her, plopping her cervix two inches wide with each thrust. She yelped her mouth wide open in a smile and lightning flashed them bright white. She swallowed rain water and held him tight, writhing her feet together as the ecstasy rose and rose. "Your balls are so fucking huge!!!" she screamed. "God, I fucking love the way they feel!!!"

He responded by picking up the face, fucking five inches of four-inch-thick dick to the hilt, four thrusts in per second and her gasps hastened, deepened as the euphoria now began to overwhelm her. Her eyes rolled back and she crossed her ankles, scratching her nails into his back. Her pussy was slurping so loudly they could both hear it and he laughed as he could feel the soupy slosh hot inside her, welling fast up his shaft. He felt a little spurt against his sack and lifted his head to see her. "Here it comes, honey!! Hold on tight!!"

Her face contorted her smile at him as the euphoria took over her body and he sped up some more just as her orgasm sang to life. Her legs shot out straight and locked at her knees, ankles crossed. her ass flexed in a deep ripple and Flynn suddenly howled up a groan to the flashing sky as her thighs squeezed his balls from goose eggs to pancakes. The pain was instantly intolerable and his heart leaped into his throat as he realized she wasn't doing it on purpose. He was giving her the best orgasm she'd ever felt and her legs had to squeeze as hard as they could. His howling groan rose in rapid gasps to a keening wail as his balls were crushed down to one-third their normal girth. He tried to keep fucking, but fifteen seconds later he was overwhelmed with equal agony in his balls and misery in his belly and his body became paralyzed, his cock buried to a meaty smack inside her, plopped fat through her cervix and cum erupted from her pussy in a scalding geyser between them, spraying like a firehose across both their asses, down her legs, up their torsos and splashing hot over their faces.

Flynn whimpered loud whines, unable to speak but trying to tell her to relax her legs. Nausea began rising from his spermatic plexus as the rain poured cool over both of them. He couldn't fuck, but the pain was so terrifyingly intense his body started vibrating with it as she hugged him tight around. Her nails had drawn blood but he couldn't feel them. His vibrations caused his pelvis to grind perfectly against her clit and she gasped her eyes wide open with a huge smile, started bucking and thrashing under him like a horse and the sheet of cum sprayed harder. He started screaming as loudly as she, and their voices caught harmony with a perfect triad of F and A.

Lightning. The thunder blasted immediately and their ears rang. There was an orange glow ahead in the forest and he saw a tree split open to the ground. The inside was burning coals. His vision was starring over as he belched and belched. He started heaving and lolled over to his right, his face against the hammock just over her deltoid, and he retched a hard fold of his body atop her. Vomit splattered the grass beneath as her scream descended from a single piercing A down into a fluttering arpeggio. Her cum died down to several thick spurts and she shuddered her legs open. Flynn instantly popped off her and gasped and moaned, "Hhhhooohhhh!!!!" writhing with quaking shivers on his right side. He curled into the fetal position and he clamped his wrists between his thighs as his hands shot behind them and cradled his balls.

He spat dribbles of vomit and heaved again, a loud growling groan of stomach acid. Then he whimpered up a grimace as the agony and misery seethed all over him. His body hair stood on end despite the rain and he wallowed onto his left side, wallowed back, flopping over and over as she panted on her back beside him and her body enjoyed its final thirty seconds of waving shivers. Her pussy lips were quivering with tight, irregular clenches and she gripped the ropes with both fists. Her legs writhed up and down, wide and shut as her orgasm slowly subsided.

Then she opened her eyes and gulped a whole mouthful of rain she had collected. She turned her head. And she burst into bright laughter as Flynn shook in heavy, rocking convulsions, eyes tight but open, a grimace of overwhelming anguish, flailing his legs in every direction, knees wide and hands cupped around his gigantic balls. His cock was quickly softening.

She kept laughing as she rolled over and hugged him to her, burying his face against her right breast. She stroked her right hand over his back and laughed in great heaves as he wallowed in agony. His cock fell completely limp and flopped over his right thigh.

Five minutes later he had slowly relaxed into panting moans and tentatively released his balls. He wanted the cool rainwater on them and it felt blessedly delicious. All the while she stroked his back. The pain had become tolerable and he moaned slower, slower as the storm raged around them. She sighed and tilted her head back. A tree was split open and burning about a hundred and fifty yards into the woods.

"I threw up." His voice wavered low. He belched and pulled away from her. She let him and he spat, spat again, then wiped the slime from his mouth.

"Fuck yeah!" she moaned. She slid under him and pulled him over so his back lay heavy up her abs, his head between her boobs. She mashed them warm against his cheeks and he felt her voice rumble through him as she purred, "You just taught me my new favorite sex position, Flynn!"

Flynn had not cum and would not for sixteen days.

The Rocky Mountains rose spectacularly ahead and she started them forward toward them. "We'll be home in twenty minutes," she said. He laid his head against the window and watched the world go by. The last prison fence and tower. Green fields and cows. The hills rolled. Classical music started playing and he frowned and looked around. She answered her phone, "Hello? Hey, mom." Cassandra didn't sound excited or happy. "Thanks." There was a long pause. "Mom? I just wanted to let you know. I haven't forgotten." There was another long pause. Then Cassandra hung up and set the phone by the hoverdrive shift.

Flynn vacantly beheld her. She didn't look at him. He looked out the windshield. The Rockies were coming closer, green and brown and white and blue.

"It's a long story," she said and took a deep breath.

"You don't have to tell me, you know." His voice was coming back. Now it was a gargling purr.

She shrugged, eyebrows high. "I actually think I'd like to. Um...my parents divorced when I was four. I realized when I was a teen that it was because my father could no longer tolerate my mother's abusive nature. Always yelling at him. Snapping at him for stuff that happened at her work." She turned to him. "They didn't work together." She turned back ahead. "He finally had enough and just walked out and left her to take full custody of me. Didn't even fight it out in court."

Her phone rang. She dismissed the call then turned it off.

"She blamed me, me from the age of four, for the divorce." She turned to him. "A four-year-old? You see?" He nodded, head against the window. He was paying close attention. "So I was too young to understand. Once I started school, I figured, you know...get good grades, mom'll appreciate. Mom'll love you again. No. Her abuse didn't stop. It was never drunken. She didn't drink. Not that I ever noticed. She just...refused to accept that she was anything less than perfect. My dad, I never heard from him again. He just left both of us. I think if I...if he were guilty of sedition and it fell to me to castrate him..." she turned to him, "I probably would." She shrugged back ahead. "Just because he wasn't a man to begin with."

"Do you feel any love for either of them?" Flynn asked.

"No." She shook her head. "Now that I'm rich from the slave trade, she's fallen on hard times and so she wants money from me. And she never once said she was sorry. If I had to force her to say so now, she would but only for the money. That's not remorse. Or even regret. That's forced contrition. She'd say she's sorry because she needs money."

"I'm really sorry to hear it all," he said. "I'll pray for you."

She turned to him. "You pray?"

"Yes, I do. I'm Christian."

She nodded. Then shook her head. "I wish I could believe. Maybe someday...maybe..." She swallowed. "I wish this war had not happened. I've always preferred peace. But I've got a job to do, so I do it. The law is the law. A man breaks it. He must be punished."

Flynn looked out the window and they were passing high over Denver, Colorado. Downtown Denver and its northeastern and northwestern suburbs were engulfed in flames. The smoke was blowing due east. They would fly around it.

"Damn shame," she continued, "that men feel they need to control the world. Who cares who controls it? Now women do, but it was fine for me when men did. I remember it. It did not affect me. Now women demand control and they have it. A man steps out of line, forty lashes to the balls." She looked at him. "To remind him he is a man." She looked ahead.

"How'd you get your job?" he asked.

"Oh, well...my mom caused me to be overwhelmed with depression in middle school. My grades plummeted. I shaved my head. She didn't even complain about that. Just...she wouldn't accept me as anything but a fuck-up. She used to say that to me. Those words. 'Fuck-up, failure...' One day in high school a jock asshole named Joshua Tolar," and she turned to him, "these are the names you never forget." He nodded. "He was on the varsity team. He worked out obsessively. All the muscles. Real big guy. Six five. Two-fifty. He was crushing on me, but he was a cunt and he wouldn't take a cold shoulder as a hint, so one day he grabs me by both shoulders, slams me against the lockers in the hall. The bell had just rung and everybody was pouring out of classrooms. He said..."

She laughed and shook her head. "He said, 'Enough's enough, baby girl. You're gonna be mine and I want everyone to see this.' He leaned in with his tongue out to kiss me and the whole hallway stopped. Unfortunately for him, I had been training four days a week in Krav Maga since seventh grade. A friend of my dad's. She was a master instructor and felt sorry for me because of my mom, so she taught me for free. Anyway, I kneed Josh so hard in the balls he popped up four inches off the floor without even jumping. He hadn't been able to flinch because he hadn't seen it coming. So...he looks at me with shock in his eyes, yipes and crumples to the floor, rocking over and over, one side to the other in the fetal position, moaning and whimpering, trying to get up, but the pain was so bad you could actually see it erupting and shaking all over his body. He was vibrating with it. Now everybody in the hall was laughing, but I suddenly realized how much better I had felt for the first time since I was four fucking years old, so I went all the way. I saw my chance.

"I acted all shocked and dismayed and said, 'Oh, no! Josh! I didn't mean for it to be so bad! Here, let me check and see if there's any damage!' And I knelt and he let me spread his knees open. He was wearing khaki shorts and was going fucking commando under them." She rolled her eyes. "I reached up his pant legs and found them. Pretty big ones, too." She turned to Flynn. "Raisins compared to yours." She grinned. He smiled. She turned back ahead. "I grabbed one in each hand and crushed them in that instant. Just squeezed for all I was worth and they burst like really tough tomatoes. I felt them explode and I came harder than I ever had in my life up to then. I took the rest of the day off because I was soaking my jeans. He screamed like a woman in some old black and white horror movie, this curdly, warbling screech. Like a fucking parrot. And his hands shot to his crotch and pried my hands away. I wasn't nearly as strong then as I am now. It didn't matter. His balls felt like formless paste just as I let them go. So I stand up and he's wallowing, thrashing, kicking up off the floor from the agony, screaming and mewling like a whipped dog. And I said..."

She laughed. "'Sorry about that, Josh, but they're both jelly, now!' I said this so the whole hall could hear it and no one was laughing anymore. 'Sorry about that, Josh, but they're both jelly now! All the king's horses and all the king's men won't be able to put them back together again! Maybe next time, no means no! Enjoy the rest of your life!' And I saw a dark spot growing in the crotch of my jeans so I quickly walked out the nearest door and found a janitor's closet. I frigged myself off for the next thirty minutes and sprayed the entire door, the shelves, the floor, everything in there. I remember hearing a siren. I locked the door and waited another hour, then peeked outside and didn't see anyone, so I quickly got to my car and drove home. I never told my mom. Fuck her. But when I was in the shower that night, fingering myself off some more, I realized that I had never felt scared or embarrassed. About any of it. That was when all the depression vanished in an instant and I burst into tears and cried myself to sleep that night out of pure joy. Elation. I was the happiest person on Earth because I knew what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Join the Army and fight the Resistance. Rise through the ranks and get all the perks. The second best of which is punishing men guilty of sedition."

"What's the best?" he asked.

She turned to him. "You."

He nodded. "Right. Idiot. Yeah. Okay." The Rockies loomed higher. He couldn't see any civilization yet. "What about college?" he asked.

"Well, the instant I was eighteen I moved out. Started going to Iowa State. They gave me a scholarship. I showed great aptitude in high school for engineering. That would have paid well enough, but then the Army started looking hard at me as a good officer recruit, and I took them up on it. The scholarship paid part of it. They paid the rest of it. I paid for rent and food by teaching Krav Maga at a local dojo in Ames." She turned with a grin. "I ruptured twelve men's balls because they were too stupid to wear cups." She turned back. "I graduated in '77. By then the war was in full swing, I was a second lieutenant looking to make my first brilliancy on the battlefield so I could score a sex slave. At Birmingham, our troops were retreating in the advance of heavy armor and I reorganized them into a firing line of rocket launchers and mortars. Infantry strongpoints in every apartment block, storefront and factory. We held the line for five days and then reinforcements arrived. That was my first promotion.

"I was allotted one slave, anyone I wanted. I chose a prisoner of war named Alexander Craig. He had a twelve-inch dick. It wasn't thick, though. I caught him fucking a man one day when I got home to my apartment. I tazed them both and chewed their balls up, then let them die from shock."

Flynn looked at her the way a man looks at a wolf about to charge, with no fence between. "This was last year?" he asked.

"No, two years ago. I took the fast track to graduation. So now I have a BS in Engineering and I'm a captain in the Army. There's a war going on, the Resistance is losing badly on most fronts, and I'm on one-month furlough." She smiled to him. "So we're about to fuck each other's fucking brains out!" She winked. He laughed.

The Rockies rose and rose before them. He looked out his window and Boulder, Colorado was a smoldering heap of destruction. He sighed and looked ahead. "Which mountain is yours?"

"My house is in a nice, wooded glen just below the snow line of Apache Peak." She pointed. "That one right in the middle." He smiled as it towered higher and higher. She flew her car lower and ridges of rock flew up and by, jagged and forested. All the trees were firs and spruces. The prairies spread all brightly colored with flowers, vast in every direction. Then her house appeared as they rounded two hills. It stood on a lower third hill, tucked in between, shady and snug. There were oaks standing tall all around it. Large and light brown, three stories, with a chimney. She piloted her car down to the landing pad on her roof and set down gently.

"So how did you get rich?"

She shut off the engine and said, "The slave trade, silly. I kidnap prisoners of war and sell them into sexual slavery. Hundred percent profit. No middle man."

"Is that legal?"

She turned to him with a grin. "If you don't get caught." She opened her door and walked around to his side. He saw the corner of a swimming pool in her backyard. She helped him out and walked with him, right arm slung over her shoulder, to the roof door and pressed three seven five seven seven on a keypad next to it. The door clicked and she opened it and led him inside, down a staircase. The lights were off but the sun through the windows revealed a spacious attic with old furniture.

"Do you have any pets?"

"Just you." They reached the second floor landing and kept going down. He saw a large library go by. When they reached the bottom, he saw the kitchen ahead. Lots of pots and pans hanging. A large kitchen and everything around him was neat and clean. A bar with a sink to the left of a gas stove. The living room was to the left around the wall. She brought him right, around the corner through a doorway and they were in a bedroom. The bed was a king size with gray covers and three pillows. She sat him on the edge and pushed him over so he lay across it, not toward the pillows. "Here comes the massage, honeybunny!" she purred and pulled his shoes and socks off, then his sweatpants and underwear and his cock flopped mostly limp down between his thighs. He watched with a grin as she kicked her own shoes off, then her socks, and he pulled his sweatshirt over his head and tossed it away. There were three dressers in the room, one with a large oval mirror. Another door stood open ahead of him but he couldn't see through it.

She unbuttoned and tossed her shirt away, then unclasped her red bra and her tits flopped out heavy and round. She slid her pants down, then her red panties and said, "Roll over and let your head hang over the side." He briefly noticed she had a tampon in, then breathed deep and rolled over. His cock was quickly plumping and he held it straight up against his abs and settled. He spread his knees a little and his balls lay soft on the comforter. A moment later he felt her climb atop him, straddling his ass and she sat warm with a moan and squeezed her hands slowly up his waist, kneading her thumbs into his lumbar. She pulled his arms down to his sides, palms up.

"Oh, God, yes!" he purred. He heard something like a squirt bottle, then felt her hands cold and wet glide oily up and down his back. "You uh...you - you cum a lot," he said.

"Yeah?"

"What about the sheets?"

"Oh, I've got a tampon in."

He moaned his eyes closed as she worked his trapeziuses and shoulders, the back of his neck, down his triceps and upper back. "I was wondering..." he purred.

"What?"

"Mmmay I eat you out when you're done?"

She chuckled. "Of course you may! You any good?"

"Mmmmm...yyeahh. Women won't let me fuck 'em when they see it, so we always settle on oral. Years of practice."

"Ooh, boy! Well, it'll be a nice way for you to stay hydrated!" They both laughed. She gave him a deep-tissue massage for ninety minutes, rolling her fists into the sides of his ass and he squealed with delight. He rested against all sixteen by four inches of his cock and she worked slowly down his hamstrings, kneaded into his calves and said, "Oh, your calves are super tight!" She pressed hard into their sides with her thumbs and he giggled in a low bass rumble as they loosened. She squeezed his ankles and he felt them both pop. He rolled his eyes shut as she worked into his soles, spread his toes wide with her fingers through them and ran her thumbs deep along his arches. Then he felt her lips on his balls. A licking kiss for each one. "There! Better?"

"Oh, my ffffucking Goddd!"

"Mm-hmm! Now roll over."

He sighed and rolled over. His cock bounced and throbbed against him. "I feel a lot stronger now, actually! I'd say I'm back to about eighty percent. If you want, I think I can probably cum again and I'll be alright."

"No, no. We'll wait until tomorrow for that. Sit up and I'll help you into the shower." He sat up and she moaned at the sight of his abs flexing.

She helped him stand and he said, "Let me see if I can walk." She let go and he stretched his arms and back, rolled his head around and his neck cracked. He swallowed and nodded. "I'm good."

"Awesome! Follow me!" He watched her perfect, massive ass sashay through the open door and she flicked the lights on. He saw a huge glass wall the same length and height as the walls of the bedroom. There was a toilet and sink to the left. Two towels hung to the right. She opened a glass door in the middle and he followed her into a huge, well-lighted shower room. It was slightly larger than the dungeon and there were two dozen shower heads around the walls, a large square hammock in the center, white with two pillows on it, that swung from five steel posts around it. The only drain lay directly under it. The floor sloped gently to it. She padded to the left wall and turned both knobs. The shower heads sprinkled to life and all of them sprayed thirty-five feet from the walls to the hammock in the center. "We've got about an hour of hot water!" Her voice resounded sonorous from all the steel in the walls.

The water began to steam. She pointed to the ceiling. He looked up and there were corrugated vents in between each of fifteen fluorescent light windows. "That's where the steam will go! So we can breathe!" She pulled the tampon out and cum splashed the floor after it. She tossed it away and grinned at him as she walked to the hammock, gently sat on it and lay back. She motioned him over with her finger. He walked into the hot water. It felt perfect all over him and he lolled his head around, soaking his hair, then knelt before her pussy and she raised her knees, beautiful feet pointing to the sides. He leaned in and took a deep breath that closed his eyes. Her musk was so pungent he could taste it down his throat. He looked up at her. She grinned wider. He smiled back down at the most powerful, magnificent pussy he had ever fucked, its lips puffed up thick, its clit fat and throbbing. He could count her heartbeat by watching it. One hundred and thirty beats a minute. She was excited. His cock throbbed at about the same rate.

Then he licked it long up the center and John Fulp had been right. Her cum did taste just like a fresh slice of ham on Thanksgiving Day, with strong notes of pineapple and cloves. He kissed her lips with a suck away and then plunged his tongue in flat and firm. She wasn't nearly as tight, and it occurred to him that she was relaxing her pussy because it was so powerful, if she squeezed, he actually wouldn't be able to push his tongue in. He licked up and down, tongue flat against the sides of her walls, and she yelped, "Ohhh!! Fuck me!! You got a wide tongue!!" She started giggling as he sped up. "Jesus, you are just everything!!"

He curled it up and licked hard back and forth, side to side, around in circles precisely against her g-spot and she squealed and closed her knees around him. He put his arms under her knees, between her thighs and up to either side of her waist. Now he held her legs open and her helplessness at closing them made the ecstasy instantly better. He worked her g-spot hard and fast and felt her hands stroke into his hair and push him down. She trembled vehemently all over, feet shivering against his back and the first flood of hot cum washed scalding over his tongue. He grinned a little and closed his eyes, letting it fill his mouth completely, then gulped with a gurgling smack and let her fill his mouth again. It had a creamy, syrupy texture.

He couldn't believe how much there was and she was screaming openly now, a beautiful contralto resounding around the shower. Her whole body undulated in great heaving waves of euphoria, curling her off the hammock and back down. She watched several times for him to look up but he never did, and that made her start sobbing with delight. He didn't need to watch her face to enjoy eating her out. He just enjoyed it. He knew he was rocking her world and he settled his mouth over her whole pussy and began licking deep, slow circles around her clit. She howled and flopped up over his head and sat that way, thrashing and shuddering as the second best orgasm she'd ever had dominated her, drowned her in intolerable bliss.

He picked her up with his hands at her waist and stood up straight while she roared with sonorous yelping wails, curled over his head, hair draped down his back to his ass, and held his face tight against her with both hands. He drank and drank with airy slurps and kisses. Then he wrapped his tongue around her clit and sucked hard and fast back and forth. Cassandra's voice burst up higher, louder, higher, louder, ringing a clear glissando like an electric harp, fluttering up two full scales and back down, back up. Ecstasy, euphoria, and elation, just as before, saturated her whole body from the inside out, blasting one, long eruption of rapturous paradise throughout her. He sucked harder, faster, guzzling as much of her cum as he could, but with his tongue wrapped around her clit, he had to swallow with only the back of his throat. Cum spilled down his cheeks and chin and it was as hot as the bathwater.

He gently set his teeth to it and hummed. She gasped and stiffened into a quaking squeeze around him with every muscle. He opened his teeth and happened to thrust his tongue in right when her pussy clenched tight and she actually sucked his tongue out to the root four inches into her. She wailed, head down behind him and now her voice wasn't a rising, falling glissando, but a broken, irregular shrieking stridence. He held her knees open but it was a fierce battle as they clamped tight against his underarms. He was having trouble exhaling and had to flex his abs to catch his breath. Her pussy held his tongue immobile as wave after rich, creamy wave of cum poured into his mouth, over his lips, searing down his throat, his chest, his abs, around the base of his throbbing cock, like a warm blanket around his balls. The showerheads behind him at at his sides were spraying them both, but the ones ahead of him on the far side of the hammock couldn't reach him. Her cum was the only thing soaking his front as she screamed and squealed with each rolling burst of climax. It exploded again and again all over her like volcanic flowers blooming open into majestic scintillations. And the flowers did not close their petals. They spread wide and stayed that way as more and more joined them everywhere. She felt euphoria in every pore. He could only lick her by throating the rough back of his tongue against her clit, and he gulped gurgling gush after gush. He was actually getting full.

She came non-stop for two minutes and then her screams suddenly dwindled with her trembling to a slower rocking moan. Her pussy released his tongue and he slowly leaned forward, slid his left hand up her back and held her neck as she flopped limply back over and he laid her in the hammock and sucked her clit nice and hard, a long slurp away from it. She gasped up into a fluttery howl and her body erupted again, but quickly calmed. He let her legs down over the edge and lifted her farther onto it until only her feet dangled at the ankles. The water washed her hair from her face and her grin was open, her eyes rolled white up. Flynn had licked her unconscious.

He closed her mouth and kissed her. She sighed and closed her eyes. Then slowly blinked them open and beheld his gorgeous face. He smiled and winked. Cassandra's mouth seized into quivering and he quickly climbed into the hammock beside her and hugged her to him in the hot water. She burst into sobbing heaves and he stroked her back with both hands, rolled over so she was on top and wrapped his legs around her ass. She pressed her face against the ropes and wept with overwhelming delight, shaking hard for three minutes. He kissed her neck, licked her ear, tongued inside it, kissed her cheek. His cock throbbed slow and mightily against their abs. His balls found a gap in the ropes large enough to plop through and swung five inches beneath the hammock.

She finally calmed down enough to raise her head. His face was sheltered in a wild spray of her hair from the water and she kissed him, sucked his tongue to the back of her throat and slathered the taste of her cum from it, from his cheeks, licking his teeth and he kissed her back all the same. Then she lolled her head back over his shoulder and breathed fast and deep.

"I can fuck you right now, if you want," he purred. His voice was back, a delicious bass vibrating into her. "But I think you should drink something."

She gasped and moaned, "You're absolutely right!"

"I think I just drank about half a gallon of your cum. I'm not kidding." She shivered up from him, weakly pushing with her hands on his shoulders. She looked at him, panting, and chuckled up a grin. The Alpha Female Wolf was back.

"Jut lie there," she growled and slumped off his right side. There was plenty of room in the hammock. She slowly curled up and slumped over on her front. Now her head lay at his ankles and her ankles at his head. She raised her left arm shakily over his waist and pulled herself up onto him, striding long over with her left leg. She spread her knees wide and her pussy mashed against his throat. She felt his lips on her asscheeks and giggled as he kissed and sucked on them. "Raise your head," she moaned. He did and she curled her calves soft under and he lay back. He couldn't quite reach her pussy unless he curled up. Before he could ask if that's what she wanted, his eyes and mouth opened wide as she stuffed his glans in and sucked and slathered hard around it, teething and humming, and immediate electrified ecstasy engulfed his whole crotch. His balls drew up with a pluck through the hammock, tight against him and if she kept working his glans with such ravenously dazzling magnificence, he would cum in ten seconds.

But she didn't keep doing it. She sucked off and waited a full minute for his cock to stop hiccupping. He heard her breathing hard and fast, deep, rapid breaths and asked, "Are you okay?"

She spoke between pants, "Yeah! I'm! Building! My! Oxygen! Up!" She huffed and huffed until his cock had calmed against his beautiful abs, and then she took a deep, long breath through her nose, stuffed his glans in, put her palms on his thighs, held her breath and plunged straight forward. Flynn whimpered as her throat opened wider than she had ever felt it and her teeth glided a deep, tickling burn down his shaft. She heard him gasp in, deeper, deeper as she buried his cock balls deep down her throat and rolled her mouth nestling into his crotch. His glans was almost in her stomach.

Flynn stared, mouth and eyes wide open in utter disbelief at her ass and pussy. The most beautiful woman on Earth was astride him, naked and streaming under the shower, and she had just smoothly deepthroated all sixteen inches of his cock from tip to hilt in one thrust. Then he gasped again with a little falsetto moan as she swallowed hard and held her throat shut around it, as tight a squeeze as she could manage.

Then she sucked it back out of her throat fast to his glans and plowed it right back in. Flynn's eyes rolled up shut and he relaxed his head on her calves with a slack-jawed smile as her throat squeezed and sucked him tight and hot from tip to hilt to tip, faster, faster. With each long suck off it he listened to her making clotted throat clucks. This wasn't as good as fucking her pussy, but since her throat couldn't squeeze as powerfully, he could last longer.

Forth and back she swung them in the hammock under a hot bath, swallowing every inch with every thrust. He felt her left hand caress his balls, tickling them, tugging at them, massaging around them and that was what did him in. "HhhOHHHH!!! Sh - ffuckkk!! HHHHUUUHHH!!!" His body started shaking violently under her and she sucked fast off to the tip, curled his head up flush against her ass and his nose pressed into her pussy as she slurped and slathered as firmly as she could, sucking hard all over his glans, humming her teeth around it and Flynn's shuddering moans slipped up into falsetto for four seconds as the second greatest orgasm he had ever felt began chewing sharply up from his taint. His balls sang with delight and the first gargantuan glob of cum rolled in a visible wave up his shaft. It spread her hands open as she scorched up a tight double-fist twist as fast as she could up and down every inch, sucking and teething his glans.

Cum scalded into her mouth, as hot as the bathwater over her pink back, a blasting gush that filled her whole mouth from the back of her throat to her incisors in one second. She gulped hard, gagged, hiccupped and rich milky-white cum spewed from both nostrils. It was deliciously sweet and creamy, just a hint of salt, as viscous as oatmeal. "NNH!!! UNHH!!! HUHHH!!! NNGG!!!" Each buck of his hips shoved his cock five inches down her throat. His legs thrashed desperately over the hammock. His fists gripped the ropes. She sucked and slathered and snarled with ferocious lust as he sprayed splashing floods of cum over her tongue, jetting so powerfully against the back of her throat that it stung. Flynn pumped sixteen ounces of it into her stomach and she sucked and gulped and smacked every drop. He could hear her throat rolling it down. He flopped and thrashed through sixty-eight fat, heaving eruptions of deliriously overwhelming euphoria. It spiced his nipples hard despite the steaming water.

He pumped cum down her throat for seventy-four seconds. It took him the last twenty-three of those to calm from peak, bucking intensity to deep trembling under her. His grunts relaxed to silent panting and she rolled her right fist firmly around in his taint and a final, ripple of cum plumped up his shaft. Her left hand squeezed up beneath it and it slopped out hot into her mouth. She slurped it all out, kissed off his glans, turned her face up into the water and he heard her gulp it down. She smacked her lips and sighed as she rolled to her left off him.

They both panted deep and slow and Flynn's cock began softening. It had had enough for one day. It returned to a limp nine inches and flopped down straight between his roiling thighs. He felt her kissing the side of his left asscheek, licking it.

Then she slowly pushed up against him, rolled onto her back and scooted her ass over the ropes until her legs fell over the side and her feet found the floor. She brushed her hair behind her and stood at his head. He watched her rise and purred, "You gotta be thirsty!"

She nodded and staggered to the knobs, turned the shower off and padded in dank splashes back to the door, opened it and reached out. She brought the towels to him and he sat up swinging to the edge of the hammock. They slowly toweled dry and he threw his right arm over her shoulder. She helped him up and staggered with him out of the shower, dropped her towel on the tile in front of the toilet, and they dried their feet on it.

Then she helped him back to the bed and let him flop heavily onto it. His belly sloshed. "Gatorade?" she purred.

He sighed and shook his head. He was nearly asleep. He grinned a little. "Your cum literally filled my whole stomach." She nodded and turned for the kitchen. "...st...bring one..." he swallowed. "Fforr...mmiddle...f...night. Mmaybe."

He listened to her distant chugging. A minute later she reappeared and set a thirty-two ounce orange gatorade on the nightstand on his side of the bed. He tilted his head to see it and a red digital clock next to it read "6:48." The world was dim outside the window. He glimpsed oak boughs blowing between the dark curtains. Cassandra started pulling the sheets down under him and he lifted his ass, sat up a bit and she stuffed his feet under, climbed in next to him and tucked them up to their throats. The bottom sheet was silk. She sighed as she rolled onto her front and her tits mashed warm and soft into his chest, nipples still hard. She straddled his left leg and lay her right cheek against his left pec, almost in his armpit. He brought his left arm out from the sheets and laid it over her. He stroked her back over the comforter and she reached her left arm over his abs, right arm down at her side, palm up.

"Sure you're not gonna die in your sleep?" she whispered.

"Positive. I feel almost normal strength-wise. I think maybe when I had to be hospitalized, I mean...I did have the flu for a week and half prior."

"Oh, well that explains it. Good. We can fuck every day."

She was asleep in three minutes. Flynn gazed around the dark room for a while. Thunder boomed in the distance. That put him to sleep in that instant. His last conscious thought was of a very bizarre sensation. His brain fell asleep just before his eyes finished shutting, and he felt a delectably soothing release all over his body. Flynn felt himself fall asleep, knew he was asleep, then knew nothing.

Flynn called back to her, "Hey!"

She set the pitcher upside down in the sink, turned the water off and walked back. "What?"

"You didn't cut his off," Flynn said and held his left arm shakily up and pointed at Steve Alexander. His scrotum was the size of a softball. Flynn's arm flopped down to his side.

"Well, I'll be damned. He was first. I must've been so caught up in the moment." She looked around, picked up the razor and stapler and walked to Alexander, knelt behind him, grasped his sack with her left hand and he grunted. She sliced the blade across and Flynn winced at the sound as John Fulp sobbed in despair. Alexander groaned low and weak. Blood gouted from his sack and she dumped his mangled nuts in the drain, dropped the sack in, and clack clack clack clack clack clack, stapled him shut. She patted his ass as she stood. Alexander made no more noise.

Flynn's cock was softening rapidly as she returned. He looked like he was about to fall asleep. She smiled at him and he smiled back as she picked up all her tools and took them back to the sink. When she was done, she returned to him, turned his face to hers and kissed him. "I'll see you later! I gotta go for now." He swallowed and nodded with a grin. She looked his cock over once more, limp and hanging over the edge of the chair. Then she padded to the door with a toss of her hair, unlatched and opened it and John Fulp's bellowing sobs resounded out into the halls, joining many others. She turned and winked at Flynn. He smiled. Another woman walked in wearing a brown prison uniform and carrying a folded orange jumpsuit. She was perhaps an inch shorter than Cassandra, red hair, green eyes, just as voluptuously muscled as she. She had huge tits, larger than Cassandra's. If Cassandra's were 36 DD, he estimated hers at about the same in EE.

"The one in the chair," Cassandra said.

The woman smiled her mouth open, eyes bright. "That's a nice fucking dick!"

"You don't know the half of it!"

"Fuck! He's beautiful!" Flynn laughed a little.

"Help him back to his cell. He said he wants spaghetti. I'll be up there in an hour or two."

"I'm gonna be fucking him!?"

"Damn right! You cannot fucking imagine how good it is!"

"Fuck me!" She looked around the room. "So what about the rest?"

"Uh...that one that's crying, and that one." She pointed at Lee Bradley. "And this one." She pointed at Paul Hurlbut. "Suicide watch. I went easy on them. The rest are one hundred percent totally insane from the pain. That one there." She pointed at Stephen Bridgers. "That was the North Hollywood Wrangler."

"There's a question. Whether he stopped being."

"Oh, he's not even a human fucking being anymore! Believe me!"

"What did you do to him?"

"The bricks."

She scrunched up her nose. "Ooh! Fuck yeah! He's the one who raped Sarah, what was it? Two years ago?"

"Yeah. And I'll let her know first chance I get. I also perforated his colon with that dildo! Tell the surgeons."

"Cool."

"Later, Flynn!" Cassandra called and blew him a kiss. He raised his hand and waved a little, then let his arm flop down to his side. Cassandra walked out.

The woman walked over to Flynn and he moaned, "Anna?"

She smiled and nodded. "I'm gonna stand you up and get you dressed, okay? I'm not going to hurt you." He nodded and she unfolded the jumpsuit. She had to help him move every body part, lifting his legs in, picking him up and flapping the suit over his ass, setting him down. She zipped him up. "Come on with me! You are lucky as Hell!"

"Tell me about it," he groaned as she helped him with his arm over her shoulder. She gripped the suit around his waist and he walked with her, unsteady but stronger. He looked up and as they left the dungeon, female nurses were wheeling in stretchers.

When Flynn entered the hall he was engulfed by a roar of men's voices from dungeons just down on his left and ahead of them. His dungeon was in the corner of these two halls. A chorus of fear, despair, agony, fierce resentment and blind anger mingled, with notes of infinite surprise, as though each voice were pleading, "How can this be happening to ME?!"

Another naked woman, brunette and beautiful, with B-Cup tits turned the corner far ahead, looked up and waved at Anna, then stopped at a door, unlatched it and walked in, and Flynn heard her say, "Hello, men!" Then the door clanged shut.

Anna helped him slog to the elevator. They went up to the top floor of the prison, 13, and when the doors opened Flynn was inundated by a cacophony of screams, moans, howling, sobbing, sorrow, pain, terror and horror, the same voices screaming pleas, then smacks echoing, then wailing. She led him left into the hall. He had not been able to see any of this floor but his cell until now. He had been incarcerated here for a month, but the lights had been off and there were no windows. The floor had been in pitch blackness for a month and no one had been punished until today. Their meals had been delivered by silent female guards wearing night-vision goggles.

Above the first door straight ahead was a sign that read "Nightmare Hall." That door was open and as they passed he saw men in cages inside. "Why aren't the doors closed?" he said in her ear.

"The guards voted for them to be left open so we could enjoy the sounds," Anna said. He looked at her. She grinned. "I love it! All these men are getting what they deserve! Rapists, murderers, pedophiles, zoophiles, cannibals...fuck 'em."

They passed the next punishment room, this one on the right and he glanced inside just in time to see a beautiful woman with long blonde hair bring a large rubber mallet down over her head like an ax onto the balls of the man closest the door. His balls rested on a bench behind him and the mallet landed with a splatting bonk. Bloody testicle mush sprayed in every direction. Flynn shied his eyes shut and buried his face into Anna's left shoulder. The man in the cage coughed and gagged, squealing and spitting, and Flynn heard his cage thumping the floor as he thrashed in his chains. Then he heard the man vomit. Flynn shivered.

Anna stroked her left hand over his abs and soothed him, "Shh. Shh. Nobody's going to do anything to you. Almost to your cell." They passed four more open doors with screams and howls pouring out of them. He kept his eyes shut. Then he heard a door roll open and looked. The bars swept by and he saw his bed. She led him in and gently set him on it and leaned him back against the wall. He breathed slow and deep and nodded his thanks.

"Okay, now she said you want spaghetti?"

He nodded and smiled.

She smiled back. "Well the kitchen has some cooking already, so I'll be back in about fifteen, twenty minutes, okay?" He winced. "What?"

He shook his head. "Nothing...'s'just...m...back's killing me."

"Oh, shit! She had you in the standing cage! That's right! Well, today really is your luckiest day, Flynn Fitzherbert!" He looked ready for sleep as his eyes met hers. "I'm a chiropractor! On your stomach! I promise this won't hurt."

He smiled and his eyes drew tight as he slumped over. He nearly started crying. He rolled onto his stomach and felt her hands pressing gently, kneading all around his lumbar, up his sides. "Yeah, your spine's so out of alignment I can feel it in your ribs. Alright, roll onto your left side." He took a deep breath and slowly did so. "Now keep your left leg out straight and let's bring this one up at the knee." She helped him curl his right leg up, settled his bare foot over his calf, and then he felt her press down hard with her open hand into his lumbar from his side. His eyes open wide and he grinned slightly as his back exploded in muffled fireworks, at least seven distinct clicks, and her hand plunged through the tightness. Everything in that area suddenly felt like air, as if he had no spine, and his breath came much more easily.

"Thank you!" he said and started giggling with the relief.

"Not done yet, baby!" She began rolling him over to his stomach, then his right side and he was enjoying the relief too much to help. She settled him in the same position, felt around with her fingers and thumbs, and then he felt her press down hard. Three more tight pops and his eyes rolled up white and shut. He drooled. "You can't tell me that didn't feel good!" she purred.

He nodded slowly, grin quivering. He felt her roll him on his back and shift him to the center of the mattress. "Always sleep on your back. Now you just relax and I'll be back in a few minutes!"

He sighed his eyes half-open and whispered, "Pineapp...juice. Water. Lot of it."

She smiled. "You got it! Cassandra'll be up in a few hours to get you." She left the cell and the door rolled shut. Flynn listened dimly to the awful sounds of men slowly losing their manhoods. The sounds faded into the distance.

He was woken by a pat on his left thigh. He opened his eyes and Anna had wheeled in a tray with a heaping plate of spaghetti, a sixty-four ounce can of pineapple juice, a bucket of ice, a glass and a gallon of distilled water. He tried to sit up but couldn't. She sat him up and leaned him against the wall, then moved the tray over to his chest. He sighed and blinked a smile at her. "Thanks."

She nodded and sat on his bed. As he picked up the fork, the sobbing outside suddenly grew louder and he looked up. A stretcher wheeled by and into the cell opposite his. He recognized the voice. John Fulp was cuffed at the wrists and ankles to that stretcher and was crying his eyes out as a guard set the brakes on the wheels and walked back out grinning. Flynn saw her chuckle a little as she walked by and gone.

Anna fished something out of her pocket and held it up to him. Earplugs. He nodded and she put them in his ears. The screaming sobs and howls were still there, but this was much easier on him and he twirled up spaghetti with a shaky right hand and brought it to his mouth. He stabbed his lip with the fork, then got it in. He didn't chew, just swallowed. Excellent sauce. Oregano, basil, parsley, thyme, garlic, a little salt. As he ate, she poured him a glass of ice water, then sat with him until he finished everything. He was done in fifteen minutes, which was longer than he usually needed. Then he drank the water and pointed at the juice. She poured it for him. He barely had the strength to raise his arm, much less pick up the can. His hand shook too much to hold the glass steady, so she sidled next to him and held it for him. His hands flopped into his lap and she stroked his hair while he drank.

He didn't stop until he finished all the juice and a third of the water. Then he sighed and said, "Okay, I'm good. Much better. Thanks. I can feel my strength coming back." She hugged him and stroked his back. "Why're you being so nice to me?" he croaked.

She purred in his ear, "Because I really wanna fuck your brains out right now!" She kissed his cheek and sucked his ear. His cock stiffened to half-staff and he groaned and shifted his ass around on the mattress to give it room. "But all good things to those who wait!"

"Gotta pee."

"Alright, let me get you up." She stood and pulled him to her and up. He locked his knees and tipped over till she caught him. She threw his right arm over her shoulder and turned him around to the toilet. He pulled his waistband down and flopped his cock out and it held parallel to the floor. "Holy shit!" she laughed. "And that's only half-erect!?"

He laughed a little and nodded. He could have gotten it rock hard and he was lucky his fatigue had robbed him of his speed because he would've had to piss straight up in the air. When he was done, she flopped it back in his pants and returned him to his bed, laid him gently on his back and pulled his blankets down under him, then up over him and tucked him in. He closed his eyes and felt her kiss his cheek. "Go to sleep," she whispered in his ear. "You're safe in here. Cassandra will come get you and take you home."

Flynn was sound asleep before she finished. She wheeled the food tray out and the bars rolled shut.

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He woke to someone kissing him, opened his eyes, and Cassandra's emerald eyes were right above his, beautiful but now also adorable, if for no other reason than because he had made it out of that dungeon with his magnificent manhood still attached. Perhaps she looked adorable in part because he had just given her the best fuck of her life and was about to give her thousands more just like it. But here, now, she did look a little vulnerable. This was the first chink in her armor he had noticed.

He kissed her back, only lips. Then she said, "You taste like Italy!"

"They put too much garlic in it," he croaked and smiled.

She smiled back and helped him sit up, pulled the covers away and said, "I've got some sweats for you. Let's take that jumpsuit off." She was wearing a brown uniform like Anna's.

She helped him dress. Large red boxer-briefs that held his balls tight against him, cock laid to the right across his bladder and hip. Super comfortable. Then white sweatpants and a white sweatshirt. She put his socks on for him and massaged his feet a little. Then white tennis shoes with blue trim. She had sized them correctly, size 12. "It'll rain tomorrow," she said. "Probably storm. You like the rain?"

"I actually love rain. It makes for some great sleep."

"I fucking love your voice right now. It's like a werewolf, all clotted and snarly."

He smiled and said, "'Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe..." She grinned and chuckled as he recited the whole poem with long gurgling growls at the end of each stanza. Then she hugged him, sitting on the bed, and said, "I've got a wheelchair for you. I'm sure you can walk, but this'll look more official. I really shouldn't be taking a man guilty of sedition as a sex slave, so don't tell anyone!"

"No problem. If you're gonna let me keep my balls and fuck me every single day, then you're officially in my Book of Cool."

She laughed. "Well, pain can always overwhelm and once it does, you panic and the fear makes you an abject victim again, just like those fuckers in the punishment room with you."

"You think any of them will commit suicide?"

She turned to the bars and said, "I think he might." Flynn looked across the hall and John Fulp was still sobbing in great, loud heaves of sorrow and loss in his stretcher. Flynn shook his head and looked down.

"Shh. Shh. Don't feel bad for him. He was a sniper, and with today's weaponry, I guarantee you he killed people. It's impossible to miss with modern sniper get-ups."

"Yeah..." She hugged him up to her, whirled him around and set him in the wheelchair.

"Okay, we're out of here!" she said and the bars rolled open to a clang and she wheeled him back the way Anna had walked him. The cacophonous Music of Hell still rang just as loud. Some doors were open, some closed, some occupied with loud, meaty smacks and resonant screams, some silent.

The elevator took them to the 1st Floor and she wheeled him through the lobby. Beautiful, voluptuous women milled around everywhere, some guards, some nurses. Most of them stopped and watched the most beautiful man they have ever laid eyes on get wheeled out, and every one of them understood his role for the woman pushing him. Many of them knew her and knew they would get to fuck him. They knew, therefore, that he most certainly had a huge dick. But none of them knew the half of that.

Outside, it was sunny and warm. Perfect weather if one likes bright sunlight. Flynn and Cassandra squinted. He watched her car as they approached it, near the front of the lot. A beige Toyota Terius. The newest model. It ran on water. She opened the passenger door and helped him settle in, closed it and left the wheelchair on the curb, got in the driver side and pushed the power button. The dashboard interface lit up. It was 5:03 PM on Saturday, 17 May 2081. The temperature was 71 degrees Fahrenheit. Cassandra engaged the hoverdrive and they lifted out of the lot. Flynn watched the asphalt and the prison, with all its barbed and razor wire fences, its guard towers, and its Nightmare Hall, recede beneath them. He removed his earplugs and looked out the windshield.

Of the fourteen other men she had punished, only Paul Hurlbut would commit suicide. He would spend the next three weeks mingling with other eunuch prisoners, discussing how best to cope with their loss, how to achieve orgasm and make it last as long as possible. Other inmates would inform him that zinc supplements increase prostatic fluid, enabling actual ejaculations almost as voluminous as before. Then, on June 6, Paul Hurlbut would eat a steak, medium rare, with a baked potato, grilled asparagus, drink gatorade, then request and be granted out of good behavior, a second meal of the same. He would eat it all, then return to his cell, write "Tell Marie I'm sorry" on a yellow pad, sit on his bed, lean forward until his head was between his knees, take a deep breath, and sling his upper body up and back, smashing his head against the cement wall. His skull would crack open like a pumpkin and he would slump over and die in agony twenty minutes later on his left side. His body would be ground up and fed to the carnivores at the local zoo.

She closed her eyes through a deep breath in and a long sigh, burped, and stood. She looked tired. Flynn's upper arms, legs, and lower back were killing him from alternately standing and hanging with his arms up at the shoulders. He gulped and stood as she strode toward him. She stopped and looked him up and down, pausing at his cock, then up to his eyes and smiled a wink. Then she disappeared behind him and he heard the sink running. When she returned in front of him she was clean and she had slicked her hair back. She stretched, cracking knuckles and joints all over, her fingers, her wrists, her knees and ankles, toes, twisted back and forth and cracked her back, popped her jaw, and stretched her arms back over her head, thrusting her heavy tits out. She raised her face to the ceiling and cracked her neck. Then she sniffed and turned to him.

"I wouldn't mind doing that myself," he said.

She shook her head. "No such luck," and looked down at his balls. She looked up to him and said, "I won't push you to vomiting today, but that doesn't mean I won't take you to that brink. I will. But if you're about to puke, you let me know and I'll try to ease the misery down a bit." She smirked. "Least I can do for the most gorgeous man on the planet with the biggest dick, biggest balls, and most voluminous seminal vesicles."

He smiled but his lips shivered a little. "Thanks." His cock began to rise and it was quite the frightening beast to watch but she laughed and shook her head in disbelief. It held steady parallel to the floor, pointing straight at her navel.

"I'll bet you don't think I can deep throat it, do you?"

He raised his eyebrows a little and said, "I wouldn't say one way or the other, but I've never met a woman who could."

She nodded. "Well, it will stretch my throat wider than it's ever been, but I assure you I can." She grinned. He grinned. "But! That's for another day. In your position - and I'm not going to unlock you until we're done - I'd have to flip upside down and wrap my legs around the back of your head. Your dick's so damn strong it won't bend, so my throat would have to be at the same angle."

He laughed once, quietly, through his nose. He did not yet know how far she would permit him to take his side of their relationship. She only smiled and looked back down at it, rising, now, to an upward 45-degree angle. "Sixty-nining you is going to be interesting. Hell of a workout. But I've got some sex slings at home. Just hammocks, really. They'll make full thrusts easy for you. Easy and smooth."

He smiled openly now.

"Down to business! Uh..." She scratched her cheek and looked him over. "I do squeezing exercises and actual weightlifting with my pussy."

He arched an eyebrow and looked at it, swollen lips and clit, streaming juice down both massive thighs to her knees.

"I can attach a fifty-five pound kettlebell to a dildo and hold the dildo inside for forty seconds." She smiled and now there was something like malice in her expression. Or maybe bloodlust. Or maybe just lust.

"Jesus!" he murmured.

"Mm-hmm! I'll show you just how strong it is after I've worked your nuts over! But that being said! I'm REALLY going to have to work them over! I won't rupture or damage them in any way, not even a bruise. I promise you. But you're going to think the world's coming to an end! That's what pain does to you! If I don't work 'em good? You won't last more than a couple minutes. I need the pain to distract you! Just so I can get my fill. Good news is it doesn't take long for me to cum! And...if you really can cum one whole quart...or even close to it! I'll give you tomorrow off 'cause you're gonna need it!"

He nodded, almost bowed. "I promise, I can."

She smiled. "When's the last time you did?"

"Um...six days ago? Yeah. Six."

"And how much cum was there?"

He shrugged, gulped, and looked into her radiant eyes. "About a pint."

She laughed a little and slowly closed and opened her eyes. "How long had that taken to build up? When was the last time before that that you came?"

"Two days."

She smiled wider. "Your libido generated a whole pint of cum in two days? That's sixteen ounces?"

He stretched his head forward and his neck cracked as he gulped. He nodded. "Yes. I didn't measure it but...I've measured it before and that's what it looked like."

She purred but it was almost a growl. "Well, you'll forgive me if I find it hard to believe. You see, the average man ejaculates about three-fourths of a teaspoonful. Okay? The average genetically enhanced man ejaculates about the same load as a horse! About twenty-five to one hundred milliliters! That's about one to three and a half ounces! Three ounces is a fuckload of cum! Right? And the maximum I've ever seen in a horse was a Clydesdale stallion forced to stay in his stall all night with a mare in season in the stall next to his! He had to smell that aroma that really gets a stallion going? He had to smell it all night! In the morning, his owner had him mount the mare but stuck his dick in a boot? You know what I mean?"

Flynn nodded.

"Yeah, well...that horse ejaculated twenty ounces of cum! I mean he could've filled a fucking Pepsi bottle with it! You see what I mean? You're saying you've got thirty-two ounces of cum on deck for me right now!"

He nodded politely. "Almost certainly."

"Alright. Well..." She shrugged. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I've aroused you like crazy for the last ninety minutes, so let's see if you can perform like that fucking Clydesdale!" She purred with widening eyes, "Who knows?"

Flynn breathed in deep, let it out slowly, and gulped. He nodded. He was ready.

She stroked his cock from the base slowly to the tip and back down, squeezing hard and it plumped up throbbing against his abs in six seconds. She released it and disappeared behind him, then returned with a long red strap. She tied it around his waist, holding his cock straight up against him. The strap was silk. Then she sighed and knelt before him. She didn't look up into his eyes but he panted faster and faster as he watched.

She gently cradled his balls one in each hand, lifted them and purred at their weight, their smooth ovoid roundness. She had been wrong before. They weren't as large as jumbo chicken eggs. They were larger. They were easily the size of goose eggs. She let them drop and swung his sack around, back and forth, in a circle, jiggling them and massaging up and down from his balls to his taint. His cock was hiccupping his heartbeat.

"Yeah," she said. "You are't gonna last long regardless." She squeezed them hard and he winced. "But I think I can help." They were as large as her palms and filled her hands warm and spongy and firm. She giggled as she squeezed harder and he grunted, turning his feet on edge and his knees trembled. Then she let them squirt out of her grips as she had done to Steve Alexander ninety minutes earlier. Flynn groaned through his teeth, hissed in through his nose, and she squeezed them hard again, slowly let them squirt out and he whimpered his groan in a slightly higher pitch.

She squeezed and let them squirt away, milking him hard until he was groaning in a quiet falsetto, knees jangling his shackles. He slowly let his weight down and hung from his arms, and she released his nuts, reared back and swung a straight right right straight through them as hard as she could. Her first two knuckles smashed into his right ball and her second two knuckles smashed into his left and she punched to the end of her arm with a meaty smack. Flynn yelped and tried to close his knees but couldn't. His balls swung all the way up behind him and smacked his ass then swung back down right into her fist as she punched them again and he screamed like a girl at the ceiling.

She stopped and grinned up at him as his rapid panting hitched irregularly out and in as frightened moans. Then he growled into a bass whine as the agony flooded up from his balls into his belly. A bright fleshy smack resounded around the dungeon as she punched his nuts as hard as she could. This one landed squarely against his left one and sent them both flopping back and wrangling down. He howled and began heaving up and down, shaking his chains and she punched them again with bared teeth. His howl shuddered away into panting breathy moans as the pain worsened and worsened. His balls radiated tight agony. They felt like they were exploding and it looked like he was trying to do crunches as the pain rocketed through him. Only then did his cock begin to soften but it quickly fell to its limp nine inches and the strap held it aloft.

He felt her hand caress them and hissed in a wince as she lifted them to her mouth and gave each one a slurpy kiss. "Remember to tell me when you feel like you're about to throw up!"

He whimpered rapidly as he shook hard in his cage, "I th! - I - I think! I'manna nnnauseouss! Fffuck!"

"You gonna throw up?"

"Hohhh!! I'dnnno! I dunno!! Mmaybe!"

She reared her fist back and his eyes flew wide into hers, his grimace lengthened across his face and tears dripped into the drain. "Scream for me!" she whispered and shot her fist out of sight under him and his balls blasted up fresh anguish squeezing, gnawing, tangling into his guts. He squealed weakly, grimace to the ceiling, hands flapping in their bonds, and tried desperately to bring his knees together.

He keened a mewling wail, interrupted by multiple belches and heaved forward, retching and blubbering his whimpers. His drool splattered in the drain.

Then he felt her pull his cock down over the strap and something ice cold press against his abdomen and he opened his eyes. She stood on his left and was holding a folded wet blanket frozen stiff against his belly. She had taken it from the freezer behind him and it very quickly soothed his nausea. "Feels so good, doesn't it?" she mocked him. His hitches of whimpering continued for two minutes while she rubbed the blanket around and his guts slowly relaxed. The misery was there but felt like it was sinking into the distance.

Slowly his whimpering rose again but now it had an air of sobbing dismay as the misery in his belly was replaced by rich agony seething out of his balls. She turned the blanket around and pressed the still icy side against him and he groaned as it was becoming too cold. "Don't worry. I'll take it away in a second." She tied his cock up against it and cinched the strap tight around him. "But first I have to give one nice, fucking HARD kick in those beautiful nuts!" He moaned his teary eyes up at her as he lolled his head onto his left arm, lips quivering. "This one's gonna make you think you're fucking dying, honey! But you won't puke and then we can fuck! Just hold on for one more!"

He whimpered louder and louder as she stepped back, jangling his chains as he tried to close his legs. He hung by his arms and made fists as she snapped her right leg forward, grinning bright and wide, tits bouncing, and scooped his balls up. His right one fell over the side of her arch but his left one stayed on top of her foot as she slammed it flat against his taint and his cage thumped the floor. Flynn didn't scream. His moan rose frantically to the top of his chest voice and wavered there, teeth slightly open, and he writhed all over, cringing with his knees as he weakly tried to close them. The misery returned to his guts but it was somewhat disconnected from him and forced him to focus on the searing eruption of pain howling hellish out of his balls. She chuckled as she listened to how delirious he was with it. He didn't belch once but he did spit over and over, dribbling it down his chin and heaving little retches as agony thundered and pounded up into him from the two most massive nuts attached to any human on Earth.

He felt the blanket loosening, then it was gone and he was freezing as his cock dropped before him. Then he felt warm water over his front and panted deep and fast. The rotten nausea was returning and he belched four times. "There! That means you won't puke!" she said. "You would've puked right then if you were going to! I think this was a masterpiece of pain management on my part, I daresay!" She passed a gentle spray over his balls and he growled through his teeth, eyes clenched tight. Even that was too much pressure. "How do they feel, honey? Do they aaaache?"

She tossed the hose away to the right and he whimpered up at her, tears streaming, "Mmplease! Mmplease! Mmnno more! Mmnno more!"

"No! No more today!" She hugged him, her tits soft and warm against his freezing chest, and let him lay his head over her shoulder. He felt her nipples hardening. "Unless you don't cum thirty-two ounces! If I think you've still got enough fluid in you, I'll make you puke, baby!" She stroked both hands over his massive back, down to his tight, round ass and squeezed both cheeks. "Ready?"

He panted and nodded, retched once more and spat. She chuckled and then he felt her mouth warm on his glans. He opened his eyes and saw her deep throat it right to the base without any problem. It was still a limp nine inches but both their eyes widened as they felt it plump quickly inside her throat. She swallowed around it and held the swallow tight as she drew off it with a long slurp. He whimpered then in disbelief and delight.

Flynn Fitzherbert's cock bloomed right back up to a hiccupping sixteen inches long, four inches thick, every vein straining, pointing directly at the ceiling and she pressed her body to his, his cock hot between them, and held the tip against her. It reached almost to her sternum and was as wide as her naked cleavage. She massaged both her tits around it and purred as she stroked them up and down. Then she backed up a step or two and he moaned a grimace as the agony still blazed in his nuts and belly. Then he felt her right foot on his left hip and opened his eyes. She held the cage and stepped up with her left in a rung of its frame, then leaned her pussy into his face and he breathed its aroma in as deeply as his balls would let him. Then he felt her left foot on his right hip and he watched her take her hands from the cage and slowly squat, holding only him with her feet against his hips.

She smiled with ferocious exhilaration as she squatted until they felt the tip of his cock press a fourth of an inch into her pussy and stop. "Watch this!" she purred, took a deep a breath and he watched her grit her teeth for an instant, then felt her feet leave his hips, and his eyes opened wider and wider as he felt his glans plop inside, and her pussy squeezed around it so powerfully that she didn't lower. She opened her smile wide as she straightened her legs behind, locked her knees, and Flynn Fitzherbert's cock now bore one hundred and fifty-one pounds of beautifully feminine muscle aloft by itself. Cassandra's pussy also now bore one hundred and fifty-one pounds of muscle aloft.

"Holy shit!" he murmured.

"Now for that first handshake!" she snarled. He felt her legs slowly curl around him, she locked her ankles, and slowly squeezed his cock hot around as she lowered. He stretched her wider, wider, and she moaned her own shivering whimpers now to join his, almost laughing giddily through her teeth as his cock stretched her pussy four inches wide and her walls sang with screaming delight as they reluctantly parted to let it in deeper, deeper. At six inches in, he watched her eyes roll up white and shut and felt a scalding flood bathe his cock. Her pussy clenched and shuddered up and down and she mumbled in shaking moans, "Ffffugging...llllove 'emmm...thickk!"

She swallowed and slowly squeezed lower. Eight inches. Now Flynn opened his mouth in a grin and rocked his head back as he plunged deeper into a pussy than he had ever been, and this pussy was by far the most powerful one ever to squeeze him. His glans plowed her open and its ecstasy scorched electrified bliss through his body, the same electrified bliss erupting from her clit as it glided a licking kiss down his shaft. Never before had she been stretched so wide, not by a dildo, not even by a fist, that she could feel the shaft with her clit. If she wanted clitoral stimulation, she needed fingers or a dildo's bulb. She didn't need them now. His cock was taking care of everything. She could feel through her clit every fat vein plop by and she whimpered at each one.

Twelve inches in, Cassandra's moaning stopped as she opened her mouth and throat and whispered, "Hhhhhhohhh! MMy GGod!!" Another hot flood bathed his cock fresh and Flynn now made a conscious decision to focus on the severe pain radiating in his balls in order to distract himself. This combined with the gloriously endearing expressions he watched blossom all over her face, smile shivering at the corners of her mouth, deep into her cheeks, almost to her ears, eyes opening white, closing, opening white, closing, made it a lot easier for him to last much longer. He could actually see in her face the pleasure flaring in her body.

Fourteen inches in and she was finally in No Man's Land. She didn't know how deep it was, and she had sixteen-inch dildos but nothing this fucking thick and she suddenly felt a twinge of fear as she worried she might not make it. Slowly his cock plowed her pussy tight as a drum and spread her thighs even wider as it squeezed through her mighty clench. He hung from his arms and in open-mouthed shock watched her face as she continued to lower. He couldn't believe she was about to take every inch.

Then she opened her mouth and eyes wide and grinned as she felt his glans mash into her cervix and her lips settled quivering tight against his pelvis. He felt another hot flood of cum and she whimpered feathery and high as her third orgasm in forty seconds rippled up from her trembling pussy walls, spicing her skin into goosebumps and she leaned against him, nipples like pencil erasers, tits warm and mashing across his chest and he felt her legs cross, her heels pressed against his ass. She laid her head over his shoulder and he heard and felt her teeth chattering. Her pussy rippled up and down all sixteen inches of his cock, and now Flynn realized the rapturous truth of it: he didn't enjoy the pain of being punched or kicked in the balls, but sex this good was worth whatever hellish abuse she could dish out. He would not dare tell her, he thought, as she shook against him. This was not Heaven and Hell, as she had told him. This was just Heaven. He could feel her inner thighs roiling against his hips.

She breathed deep, pulled her head up and grabbed his face with shaky hands, kissed him, and he kissed back, sucking their tongues to their throats, sucking their cheeks in. Then she slurped away and growled, "You are so fucking beautiful!"

He smiled. "Thank you! So are you!"

She snarled through a lustful grin and ran her fingers through his soft hair, dark brown and parted in the center, bangs fluffed high and shining in the light. Then she held the cage with both hands and steadied her right foot on an edge of the frame, steadied her left foot on the other side, and grinned fiery into his eyes as she slowly stood, and her pussy sucked hot and slick all around his cock, squeezing as tightly as she could and Flynn's eyes rolled back white and shut as the euphoria became instantly intolerable. It was centered in the flare of his glans and pushed his mind into a strange realm he had not realized existed, where the pleasure was so overwhelmingly intense that his mind was too bewildered to begin the build up to an orgasm. And he quickly realized that this could be another distraction. The only overriding thought Flynn could focus on was that he needed to last as long as he could, for his own enjoyment but also for hers, and not out of fear of her, but because she was a goddess of beauty, physique, and sexual prowess, and he wanted to thank her for this.

"You look like a fucking god!" she snarled high above him as his moans rattled his teeth. Her cum had to go somewhere and as her pussy shuddered around the tightest, deepest fuck it had ever felt, her cum slowly streamed to her pussy lips and trickled out, dripping warm down his shaft as she rose with a long, resonant slurp. They were both moaning through their teeth now and when she sucked up to his glans, the flare plopped out with a kiss and her cum was streaming warm over his balls, dripping into the drain.

She steadied her feet on the cage and slowly pressed his cock back in and laughed her moans higher, higher into falsetto as she watched his cock stretch her pussy four inches wide and rubbed along the entire underside of her clit as she lowered. Flynn had briefly left that strange realm of pleasure but now rocketed back into it with clenched teeth. It centered on his entire glans as it plowed her pussy from completely shut to a tight, wide-open grip. She picked up speed, dropping from two inches to eight inches in and electrified ecstasy spiced all over them, through their bodies from bone to skin. Goosebumps rose over their arms and legs and her nipples swelled so fat they ached as his chest hair tickled them. Her right one slipped over his left and his were just as hard.

She rose then, a long sucking slurp up to his tip and he was writhing with buckling knees as the ecstasy blossomed impossibly fierce all over him. The hair of his head felt like it was standing on end. He opened his eyes and blinked away tears and saw her begin the descent again, but she went faster and his moaning grunts fluttered into falsetto yelping as his cock plunged in tight and hot and she rode it down smooth all the way to the hilt. His tip kissed her cervix and she heaved with silent laughter for twenty seconds as his cock spread her thighs apart, filled her, stretched her tighter and wider than she had ever dreamed she would feel. A small part of her wanted to keep it buried forever and squeeze around its heat, its rock-hard magnificence.

But most of her was ready for the best part. "Now!" she growled and gasped. "JACK! Hammer!!"

He opened his eyes with a quiet whimper and shivered his mouth open in a slack grin as she breathed deep, glared with blithe, ravenous wantonness into his lush brown eyes and quickly stood, sucking him to the tip, squeezed his glans as hard as she could and fucked hard down, pounded him to the hilt and he felt his glans spread her cervix open all the way to his flare, and she rose quickly again, pounded down hard and cum splattered dank into the drain, all over their legs, and she rose and fell again, fucking him as hard and fast as she could, pussy clenched around him as mightily as a vise.

They both let up loud howls, gaping at the ceiling, and their howls continued, wavering, as she pounded up and down, every inch plowing her wide open with every thrust. She had felt four solid orgasms up to then, but later she thought it was possible that they were individual peaks of the same orgasm because once she started fucking him fast and deep, the orgasm shot up in intensity beyond anything she had ever felt in her life and it did not dwindle or wane for the next six minutes.

Within the first four strokes, Flynn realized she wasn't going to stop and he let his orgasm commence. It built with ferocious speed, chewing along his taint from his asshole to the base of his cock. He could actually feel his balls tingling with delight. The pain rolled up and vanished like clouds evaporated by a hydrogen bomb and he felt something then that he had not felt in his entire life, a strange painless pressure against his lower bowels. His last conscious thought was that his seminal vesicles had engorged much larger than ever before.

Then the orgasm overwhelmed his mind and all he could do was come along for the ride. His balls drew up tight against his taint and the first spurt of cum swelled into the base of his cock as he panted his moaning whimpers with desperate speed, bounced up and locked both knees. "Uuh! Huhhmuhh! I - uuh - mm! Cuh! Cuhhh!" and they both felt the cum ripple up his shaft inside her. She kept fucking as hard and fast as she could, growling with the effort of squeezing his cock. She was so tight an ordinary man would not have been able to ejaculate but Flynn's cock was just as powerful as her pussy and she snarled laughter as she felt the first jet of cum splash scalding hot over her pussy walls.

Then Flynn clenched his eyes and teeth at the ceiling and grunted loudly with each spurt, bucking his hips and fucking her so hard she lost her rhythm for five thrusts. "NNH!!! UNNHH!!! HUHH!!! UHH!!! NNNG!!!" She regained her rhythm and fluttered up a wailing squeal of delight as spray after spray of hot cum filled her. With every thrust to his hilt, his glans spread her cervix open and came inside her uterus. His hips matched his growling grunts. "NNHHUHH!!!! UNNHH!!! UHH!!! HUHH!!!" She felt his cock heave with ripples as each massive glob of cum rolled up and out, searing every inch of her pussy in a hot bath. With each rise to the tip of his cock, thick, milky-white cum streamed down his shaft, hot over his balls and sliming a long rope into the drain.

Then something happened Cassandra did not expect. She had never felt pleasure this extraordinarily intense and thought it would not get any better. But it did. It may have been the knowledge that he hadn't been lying, that he actually was filling every inch of her pussy with cum as he had promised. She had been riding the peak of an orgasm for over a full minute but now it suddenly rocketed up into empyrean bliss and she kicked her legs out straight behind Flynn, slopped hard down to the base of his cock, and his glans shoved two inches through her cervix into her uterus. She opened her eyes bright green at the ceiling, gaped wide open and screamed a feathery, wavering whine, erupted into quaking bucks, nails digging into his shoulderblades, and her pussy clamped around him in shuddering clenches. Her cum sprayed out in a hot sheet, coating them both and showering the floor, and that sheet of cum did not stop spraying for two full minutes. It washed his cum off his balls and he and Cassandra flexed stiff as iron, shaking through blasts upon blasts of climax. Tears squirted from his eyes, dripped from his nose. He spat them from his teeth with each grunt. They poured from hers as she screamed at the ceiling. Not the slightest grin hinted over her mouth. The pleasure had immersed her away from emotion.

For Flynn it was merely the greatest orgasm of his life, the first of thousands just like it or better. He would ejaculate one hundred and thirty-four times inside her for one hundred and thirty-eight seconds. For Cassandra it was the apotheosis of ecstasy, euphoria, and elation, three very different sensations. Ecstasy she felt throughout her pussy, her inner thighs, shivering and squeezing up her ass. Euphoria she felt all over her body, from her bones out to her skin. She could feel her nipples plumped larger than ever before as they quivered against his chest. Elation she felt in her mind as she realized this was the first of thousands of orgasms just as good or even better she was about to enjoy with the most beautiful man on Earth, the longest, thickest cock on Earth, and the most cum she had ever felt filling her pussy. She heard it sloshing inside her and he showed no sign of slowing down as he shouted his grunts and fucked her so hard she bounced four inches up and down with every thrust. His glans slurped out of her cervix and pounded back in and her cum still sheeted across them both. The drain sounded like a gutter in a rainstorm.

His spurts of cum were not just thick ropes but great, fat waves splashing her like a firehose, filling her, fuller, fuller, but her pussy squeezed him so tight all of it stayed in her and she could feel it welling higher. It brimmed to the top of her uterus surged into her fallopian tubes. She had had them cut then tied, and if she had merely had them tied, Flynn may well have cum through them all the way to her ovaries. Her purring scream began to subside then and her sheet of cum dwindled to a long, splattering squirt, then a trickle. Steam rose from her ass and both their legs all the way to their feet. Her orgasm had descended from its absolute pinnacle and held where it had before, still overwhelmingly delicious, and she came with a silent grin, eyes closed, for the next four minutes while Flynn grunted and fucked her hard, bouncing her up five inches with each thrust. She splashed down to his hilt, legs still flexed straight behind him.

He was seeing stars now and his vision slowly clouded over black as he emptied his seminal vesicles into her with fourteen more fat rolls up his shaft. His bucking slowly died down and his legs gave out from under them. She flopped down hard on his cock and squealed as it buried through her cervix. He groaned from baritone down to a clotted bass and laid his chin over her right shoulder. Flynn Fitzherbert was unconscious. He had just cum non-stop for two minutes and eighteen seconds.

Cassandra shivered and bucked with little yipes for another ninety seconds as her pussy clenched tight, relaxed with quaking shudders, and clenched again. Then her legs slowly lowered, feet trembling, until they hung beneath her and her toes just barely brushed the floor. She moaned her chin over Flynn's right shoulder, closed her eyes and her arms flopped away from him to her sides. Her moan became a voiceless sigh and then she was asleep.

Flynn Fitzherbert's cock remained rock hard and bore her aloft for two minutes while the drain's dripping echoed. John Fulp had woken at the sound of her scream and watched to the end. His dick throbbed against his belly. His mouth convulsed and he wept weakly, sniffing in hitches of breath through a tight throat. "Fuckin' bitch," he whispered.

Cassandra woke. She blinked away tears as she opened her eyes, and then her mouth opened in a wide grin as the afterglow ravaged a glorious purr throughout her pussy. She curled her toes and brought her legs up shaking at the knees and slowly curled them around his waist, locked her ankles, and hugged her arms around his back. She sighed and lay her neck against his.

"Water..." he croaked. "Water..."

"Oh, my fucking God, Flynn!" Her voice was shaking and her words sounded like whimpers.

"Water..." She felt him drooling down her back.

"You got it, honeybunny!" She breathed deep, uncurled her legs and slowly raised her feet to the ledges of the cage. His cock still held all her weight. She grunted with the effort of squatting up one last time and squeezed her pussy shut as hard as she could. It made a long, loud slurp along his cock and they both moaned in hitches of breath as his flare tickled its way back down. It plopped out and spread over her clit and she gasped in and closed her eyes a moment, then stood another inch and a half and his glans kissed out of her. She kept her pussy clenched shut and none of his cum spilled out. Hers trickled a little down her thighs. He lolled his head to his left against the cage.

As she stepped down, he looked up to her emerald eyes through tears and his mouth quivered. Flynn started sobbing silent, heaving wheezes and she chuckled and hugged him tight, stroking her hands over his back. "You might wanna keep those tears in you right now!" she murmured and they both burst into laughter. "Let me get you some gatorade!"

She let go and he sagged, hanging by his arms as she staggered behind him. His cock still bobbed and pointed straight at the ceiling, slimed glossy and cream-white with their cum. She returned, tilted his head back and held him with her left arm, put the bottle to his lips, and he chugged all sixty-four ounces in one breath. She tossed the bottle away and said, "More?" He smiled and shook his head, then rested it on the cage. She put her right hand to the back of his head, held his face with her left and kissed him. He kissed her back and they sucked tongues and cheeks and licked throats for forty seconds.

She sucked off his lips and said, "Well, you told the truth! Listen!" She shook side to side. He heard his cum sloshing inside her and grinned weakly up at her.

"I don't think I've ever cum that much in my life," he moaned.

"Let's find out!" She took the pitcher from the top of his cage, held it under her and relaxed her pussy. Their cum flooded into it and she shouted, "Holy shit!" as it filled and filled. She looked up with bright teeth at him and said, "Oh! My God!" and looked back down. Her eyes grew even wider as she felt her uterus empty, and then sixteen inches by four inches of her pussy drained into the pitcher. Their cum rose to the brim and slopped over the sides. "Oh, my GOD!!" Her vagina was empty. She squeezed several times and rubbed her clit. No more cum from either of them.

"Give me a taint to tip squeeze and get the last of it out," he whispered in a clotted croak. She looked up to him, then set the pitcher on the floor. His balls were still drawn tight against his taint like gorgeous ripe fruit. She tugged them gently and laughed. She tugged harder but they wouldn't relax. "Your cremaster muscles are fucking strong!!" She kneaded her left fist into his taint and stroked her right hand tight up his shaft. The last of Flynn Fitzherbert's cum gushed out and rolled down all sides of his cock. This last gush contained sixty times more cum than an average man could ejaculate in one orgasm and she licked slowly up his shaft, collecting it all on her tongue, hot and salty, creamy but also quite sweet. He drank a lot of pineapple juice. This last gush filled her entire mouth and she sucked his glans hard, slathering and humming her teeth up and down it. He whimpered his moans and a final thick rope of cum spurted hot across the back of her throat.

She slurped away and stood, put her mouth next to his right ear and he heard her swishing his cum like mouthwash. His cock was hiccupping against his belly. He could have cum again right then if she had kept sucking. Then he heard three distinct gulps. She smacked her lips and then kissed his ear, sucked on it, thrust her tongue in. "Your cum is fucking delicious, honey!" she purred. She knelt and he felt her mouth warm over his right nut. He winced as she stuffed it past her teeth. Then he smiled as her tongue bathed it for ten seconds. Then she sucked off it, swallowed cum, and stuffed his left one in for a bath.

When she was finished, she stood and purred, "I thought they deserved a little thank-you kiss! Now, let's see what our cum tastes like mixed!" She picked up the pitcher in both hands and held it like a trophy before him. "Flynn? You said thirty-two ounces! This is a two-quart pitcher! That means you just came sixty-four fucking ounces! Not even a fucking zebra can do that!"

He laughed a little. "You've got the greatest pussy on Earth!" he groaned.

"Aww! Thank you!"

"And mouth! And body!"

"Aww! You're sweet!" She jiggled the pitcher and their cum slopped and sloshed. "Look how beautiful it is!" It was as thick and viscous as yogurt, a bright creamy white and he could see clear swirls of her cum around the sides. She wiped her hand up the side and licked it clean. "You want some?"

He frowned at her, then the pitcher, then back at her and shook his head. She laughed and raised it to her lips. His frown was now open-mouthed and widened like his eyes as she started chugging. Her throat rolled down and up and he could hear her gulping with juicy gurgles. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, drinking fast and deep and every vein in his cock strained as hard as it had inside her pussy. She chugged half of it, thirty-two ounces, and lowered the pitcher, licking her lips and purred, "It's even better mixed!" She grinned and winked, then belched, hiccupped, and brought the pitcher up again. She chugged it right to the bottom and not one drop spilled over her lips. She filled her mouth with the last of it until her cheeks chipmunked, swished and gulped, swished and gulped, gargled it, and slurped it all down.

There was a little left in the bottom. She swigged it, turned and staggered away from him, back to Walter Palmer's cage, leaned over and pulled his head up by his hair. He gazed, slack-jawed, at nothing in particular. She spat their cum splattering into his eyes, nose, and mouth and let his head flop down. She stood and nearly tipped over but held his cage till she was steady. She chuckled and staggered back past Flynn. He heard pans banging, then something jingle, and she returned with a key. She began unlocking his feet and he started crying.

"Shh. Shh. Shh," she soothed and unlocked his knees. "I'm not gonna let you fall. I'm gonna sit you in the chair." She stood and unlocked his left arm and slung it over her shoulder. He would have fallen into the other side of the cage. She unlocked his right and hefted him up easily, then dragged him to the chair. He tried to walk but after standing and hanging for ninety minutes, then ejaculating sixty-four ounces of fluid from his body, he simply had no strength at all. She let him down gently and he sighed and slouched, hands flopped in his lap. His cock was still rock hard and bobbed and bounced against him.

"I'd love to fuck you some more right now," she said, "but I think it might actually kill you."

He shook his head. "I'll be alright. Already feeling better." He panted. "I don't - I don't think...I'll need four days to recupe."

"Well, you're definitely getting tomorrow off!" She knelt. "Now, look! Flynn!" He looked at her and smiled. Not a single hair of his head out of place. "You have the most gorgeous eyes on the planet!" he purred.

She laughed. "So do you! And I fucking love the way your voice sounds now! Now listen. I'm gonna leave you, now, but a woman named Anna's coming in. We're good friends. She's gonna dress you in a jumpsuit and help you upstairs to your cell. She's gonna get you whatever you want to eat and she'll stay with you for about an hour, maybe two at the most. I've got some stuff to do, but then I'll be up there and I'll lead you outside to my car and take you home. Okay?"

His mouth seized over and she hugged him warm, his chin over her shoulder, and stroked his back while he wept. "We're gonna be fucking like this every day!" he blubbered.

"Mm-hmm!" She pushed him back in the chair and kissed him, then wiped his eyes. "What are you gonna eat?"

"Spaghetti," he said with a smile. "I need carbs. A lot of them."

"Good choice!"

"You're not gonna castrate him!?!?" shouted John Fulp from behind them and she turned. "What the fuck!? He's guilty of sedition!! Why does he get to be spared!?!?" Cassandra looked to Flynn and he looked to her. Then she looked back to Fulp, grabbed Flynn's cock and stretched it down, let it spring back with a smack against his abs, and said, "Fucking duh!!" She stood with a groan and picked up the pitcher. "Life ain't fair, kid!" she called and staggered back to the sink.

They heard water running and John Fulp screamed, "FUCK!!!!" She didn't turn around. Flynn watched him with tired eyes. "FUCK!!!! I WANT - I WANT MY FFFUCKING!!!" He started crying. "I WANT MY FUCKING BALLS BACK!!!! PLEEEHEEHEEHEEEEASE!!!!" John Fulp, lying on his back thirty feet from Flynn, started sobbing in great heaves like a little girl.

She went behind Flynn and he heard water running for a while, then the fridge open and shut. She reappeared chugging gatorade. She tossed the bottle, belched and sighed to him. The last man to be castrated beheld her up and down, feet to hair to feet to puffy pussy, then craned back to see Flynn. The man did not seem scared at all.

"You want another?"

Flynn shrugged. "Well, I'm not thirsty, but...I think I'm gonna need it." She nodded and brought him a thirty-two ounce bottle from the fridge.

The man in the cage spoke while she held it to Flynn's lips, "Can I have one?" He was a baritone. She turned and said, "I cannot begin to express to you how little you should be talking right now." He blinked down at the floor and did not look up again. She turned back to Flynn, who finished drinking, and she tossed the bottle behind him. "Good?"

He nodded with a little smile, then belched. Her padding steps echoed dank around the room as she walked through puddles of water, blood and her cum, took the chair and her tools from behind Hammond and set them in front of Flynn. He gasped and looked at her with wide eyes but she did not return his gaze, just walked over and took the clipboard from the cage of the man to Flynn's left and read, "Stephen Brandon Bridgers! AKA! The North Hollywood Wrangler! AKA! Johnny Six Hundred! AKA! King No One!"

"Holy shit!" Flynn said and looked him over. Bridgers did not raise his head, just stared blankly into his drain.

"Thirty-five years old! Five feet nine inches! Hair brown! Eyes brown! Crimes! Sedition! One! Rape! Six hundred sixteen!"

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Flynn murmured. Bridgers did not react.

She flipped the page and cleared her throat. "Detailed! Sedition! Infantry! Rape! Suspect raped at least six hundred sixteen different females ranging in age from eight years to sixty-one years, over the course of seven years! Suspect was apprehended in the act of raping a seventeen-year-old girl!" She tossed the clipboard clattering behind her and said to Flynn, "That seventeen-year-old's name is Sarah. She's now nineteen and one of my best friends."

Flynn glared down at Bridgers, who did not look up or move. "I'm not even sorry for you, man! Fucking eight-year-olds!? EIGHT-year-olds, dude?! God!" He shook his head as he looked away.

"Yeah, really!" Cassandra said as she walked around to Bridgers's left and knelt. He looked up at her dripping pussy. "Mr. Bridgers? Up here, please?"

"Fuck you!" he muttered.

"Fuck me?" She laughed through her nose and rolled her eyes. "I'm pretty sure I just told you to keep your mouth shut!"

"I'm enjoying this as much as I can, bitch! You're gonna torture me regardless, so why the fuck not?! Huh?"

She waited but he didn't look up, just watched her pussy drip. "I'll tell you why the fuck not! Because I can always make it worse!" Bridgers finally reacted: he gulped. "Are you so Goddamn dumb that you couldn't hear the despair? The - the frantic, overwhelming horror that pain caused most of these men? And you've never felt anything that bad! Right?" He only breathed calmly, gazing at her trickling pussy. It occurred to him that she was actually cumming from the anticipation of what she was about to do to him. But he still refused to show fear. "So I'll tell you what! I am going to make it worse! But before I do! Mr. Bridgers?" He didn't flinch. He just stared at her pussy. She yanked his head up by his hair but he still didn't look away from it. "If you don't look at me I will stick red-hot needles into your eyes and they will explode!"

He looked at her. She smirked. "I see no fear in them! I am impressed! Because you know in your predicament you should be afraid! I think you refuse to show it because you really want to convey how remorseless you are! You refuse to feel bad about what you've done! That right?"

He glared at her for a moment, then whispered, "Yes."

She shrugged a little. "Well. You're adamant about your decision! I can respect that!" His breathing hastened slightly as he saw the barbaric rage in her beautiful eyes. She grinned her beautiful teeth at him and purred, "Before I make your punishment even worse, allow me to tell you just how I'm going to remove your manhood!" She looked under him, then back with a smirk. "What little of it you have!" He scowled as she dropped his head and walked behind Flynn. "It's the simplest methods that work the best! I try to bring a little irony to each punishment! Hence why I ass rape men who are rapists! Most of them absolutely don't like it in their own asses!" Flynn and Stephen Bridgers heard metal clanging. She padded back, saying, "I came up with most of these punishments myself! And this one I'm going to inflict on you?" She knelt before him. He was staring at the floor again. "I think it's my personal fave! Look up!"

Stephen Bridgers sighed and looked up. She held two red bricks before him. Each was wrapped in sandpaper. "I've done this enough times to know that 100-grit causes the maximum amount of pain over the course of twenty minutes! Because it doesn't destroy the tunica albugineas until about the end of that time! Now, Stephen?" He looked her in the eyes. She purred in her sonorous contralto, "This punishment actually hurts so much, I've observed, that your cocktail of drugs will be insufficient to save you from first blacking out and then a heart attack or shock! Unless! I also upend you! So that your head is the lowest part of your body! Okay? And in that position? You won't be able to bleed to death via your testicles? For about twenty to twenty-five minutes! So! I'm going to raise you upside down! Crush your balls between these bricks! And then do this!" She scraped the bricks back and forth. "To them!" Her eyes never left his as he glanced down at them then back up to her. Now she was smiling wide, lips shut, and her eyes flared a wide, emerald blaze. Stephen Bridgers gulped and she saw him steel himself again as he glared right back at her. She stopped scraping and sniffed a little laugh. "You're about to experience the agony of your balls exploding! Non-stop! For twenty minutes!"

He blinked away back into his drain. "After the first three or so?" she said. "You will be completely and permanently insane from the pain! But your brain will still be able to perceive it!" She stood. "But first things first!" He felt the weight of the bricks on his back and she disappeared. Flynn watched her take the blowtorch and squeeze sparker from the bench, the chair and her tools and set them at Bridgers's left side. She padded behind Flynn and returned with another tool. It looked like the burdizzo.

She knelt on both knees and said, "This is an elastrator! It stretches a tiny, very strong rubber band wide enough for it to be fitted around a scrotum." She began gently, slowly jerking Stephen Bridgers off. His cock plumped quickly and his breathing hastened. "Then the band is left there for a few days until the balls rot. They're dead after about four hours and the pain is quite terrible, men have said, until they are." His cock was rock-hard. She burst into bright, merry laughter. "Fucking four inches, Stephen!? Jesus! That explains a lot! Well, at least you didn't hurt any of those eight-year-olds! Not physically!"

"Bitch, fuck you!" he barked.

"Fuck me? No, you fuck this!" and Bridgers bellowed up into a scream at the top of his falsetto voice as he felt a razor blade slicing lengthwise into the slit of his urethra. He shook and rattled mightily side to side as slow Hell-fire sawed down the center of his cock. She gripped it tight at the base in her right hand so it couldn't soften and blood erupted first, then blood mixed with piss. His scream tore into a raucous screech as the blade sliced its way down, filleting his dick apart. She reached her fist, sawed the blade once more back out and laid it on the floor. His screaming quickly began subsiding, then whimpered out like a candle flame. He moaned as the afterburn seared and blood poured from his dick. Then he grunted as she pinched the splayed sides of his cock together, and felt something slowly slide around his glans, slowly back, farther.

She released him with her right hand and settled the rubber band at the base of his cock, slipped it from the elastrator's prongs and it squeezed his cock tight. His bleeding stopped almost immediately.

She held his cock together and he growled as he felt the slow slice of the blade across just in front of the band and just behind where his cock was sliced open. It didn't hurt nearly as much but his growl rose as she slowly sawed deeper and when she reached his urethra, his growl reluctantly yiped into screaming. His mouth was wide open as he felt the blade snip through the bottom of his urethra. Then she laid the blade under his head and yanked his cock off, tearing the last shred of flesh. He howled and it quickly waned to falsetto whimpering.

She dangled his severed cock under his eyes and squealed, "Woo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!!! She danced it around and wiped it bloody across his mouth. Stephen Bridgers, rapist of over six hundred women, started sobbing like a little girl. "Yeah!" she snarled. "That's regret, Stephen! I would've let you keep this if you had kept your fucking mouth shut!" She flopped it onto the floor beneath his face and Stephen Bridgers heard a hollow hiss behind him.

Then he shrieked as the blowtorch flame seared over the stump of his cock, shrieked faster and faster until his breath screeched out of him in electric falsetto, raucous and strident. It didn't stop for fifteen seconds.

Then Flynn heard the echoes begin and they lasted for seven seconds. She turned the blowtorch off and set it on the floor behind her, stood and walked behind Flynn and returned with a larger dildo than the one smeared with blood and shit, lying in the middle of the room.

She held it under his eyes as his breathing calmed. Hard, black rubber. "Don't worry, Stephen! I didn't seal your urethra! You can still piss! I just cauterized around it! Now this?" She turned it around for him to see. It had a handle in the hilt. "This is sixteen inches long and three inches thick, Stephen! And I'm gonna shove it so far up your ass that it rips a hole through your colon!"

She stepped around and knelt behind him, grabbed his ass with her left hand and set the dildo on the floor. "But first! I need the whole prison to know what you did!"

He shrieked as he felt a vertical slice in his left ass cheek. She drew the razor down slowly, then a horizontal slice carving around and his shrieking fluttered up like maniacal giggling. She had just cut the letter "P" in his ass and began cutting "E."

His howling resounded for forty seconds as she carved "PEDO" on his left cheek and "PHILE" on his right. His ass streamed red down his thighs as she set the razor on the floor.

"Hang on a sec!" she shouted over his dwindling scream and disappeared behind Flynn, then reappeared unscrewing the lid from a salt shaker. She knelt, dropped the lid and poured salt into her palm, then smeared it over the letters and Stephen Bridgers's scream fluttered up again like a jagged bolt of lightning around the dungeon.

She bared her teeth in a snarl as she emptied the shaker and smeared every letter across, twisting her hands and grinding it in. His writhing undulated just like his voice, fast up and down as the acid fire consumed him.

She sat in the chair and waited for ninety seconds, until he was quiet enough to hear her. Then she sniffed and knelt behind him, grabbed his ass with her left hand and set the tip of the dildo at his anus.

"This is what it feels like to be raped, Stephen!" His moaning was rapid and deep. "To be violated!" She squeezed his ass. "To have your fucking innocence snatched from you at the Goddamned age of eight!" She snarled, "You shit-spackled sack of cunt mange!!"

She shoved the dildo in and Flynn watched her back and right shoulder ripple with muscle. Stephen Bridgers groaned loudly, louder, growling through clenched teeth as it plunged all the way in past the hilt until her fist was halfway inside his ass, and Bridgers' growl yiped up into a ragged wail as he felt something deep inside his guts tear apart from right to left.

His shaking erupted into shivering vibrations and she shoved it deeper, twisted it, and his wailing shot up to the highest pitch yet heard in the room that day. She wrenched the dildo left, then right, then in a wide circle around his ass and his scream rose in a flutter impossibly higher and now Flynn couldn't be sure what pitch it was.

She stood and left the dildo in his ass, turned and shouted, "I'll make him shut up! Hang on!" then began dragging Stephen Bridgers's cage out into the center of the room. Now Flynn could see Bridgers's hideous facial contortions as he lolled his head, tongue curled out, eyes clenched tight, both cheeks glossed with tears.

She took the bricks from his back and set them on the floor. Then his cage began to rise at the other end. She lifted him upside down, settled the cage, and then started turning it around. When she stopped, Stephen Bridgers was facing Flynn ten feet away, still screaming in a high, fluttery falsetto, no weaker or feebler.

Flynn saw her bright teeth open in a grin as she chuckled past him and brought the chair back to Bridgers's side. She stood in it, pulled up his balls and Flynn saw that she had cut off his dick. Flynn nodded. He approved of this one.

She held Bridgers's balls between the sandpapered bricks, looked to him and smiled. Flynn wasn't sure he should, but he finally smiled back, just a little spread of the right corner of his mouth. Then he looked down at Stephen Bridgers's clenched eyes, mouth wide and wailing, and then his eyes opened wide, red, white, and brown, and his wail shut off into silent, shivering breaths as she crushed both his balls fast between the bricks.

Blood and orange nut mush sprayed all over her face and she lolled her head around with a grin as if she were taking a shower. Stephen Bridgers flexed like a board and she held the bricks together with her right hand, reached over and yanked his head up backward. He heaved hard and growled loudly as he vomited across the floor, food and blood for eight seconds. Then he started dry-heaving and she let his head flop down.

She shook with laughter in the sudden silence, gasped, and said, "Here's your last ride, Stephen! Twenty minutes of Hell! Hold on tight!" And she began scraping the bricks back and forth as fast as she could, arms and shoulders flexing beautifully, larger, larger.

For twenty minutes, all anyone in the room heard was the rapid scratch-scratch of the bricks. They ground Stephen Bridgers's balls into paste and rent his tattered tunica albugineas into shreds. And yet his tunicas, his testicular walls, were tough enough to take it and let his brain know he was suffering the purest, most severely exquisite pain he had ever felt.

Thirty seconds after she began, Stephen Bridgers, AKA The North Hollywood Wrangler, AKA Johnny Six Hundred, AKA King No One, was no longer a serial rapist, a psychopath, or a sociopath. One has to be human first. And in those thirty seconds, Cassandra had destroyed his humanity, his sense of ethics, and she laughed a clotted growl through her teeth as she avenged the six hundred and sixteen women and little girls, whose psychological and emotional health he had permanently scarred.

Flynn beheld nothing at all in Stephen Bridgers's facial expression except pain. He did not see horror, or terror, or regret. Bridgers's eyes and mouth gaped wide, he drooled vomit and snot trailed from both nostrils. His tears had soaked his eyebrows and his body vibrated all over, chains jingling slightly. The pain had paralyzed him and the only thing he could move was his diaphragm as he breathed in shivering hitches.

Blood erupted over the bricks and her hands, down her forearms as she sanded his balls to rags. "Fifteen minutes to go, Stephen! How do they feel!?" Stephen Bridgers heard this but did not understand it. He would live in ADX Florence, "The Alcatraz of the Rockies," in twenty-three hour lockdown for the next fifty-two years and die at the age of eighty-seven.

"Ten minutes!" she growled.

His one hour per day of exercise would be spent drooling and twitching on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Other prisoners would be given more television and video game time as rewards for wiping his ass and dressing him. He would be fed through a tube inserted into his stomach because he would no longer understand how to chew and swallow.

"Five minutes!" Flynn couldn't take his eyes off her arms. They were massive from the effort but still perfectly feminine. The blue veins stood out thick down the centers of her biceps. "If there's anything left of you in there, Stephen!" There was not. "Keep in mind! They're gonna have to do surgery to repair your transverse colon where I perforated it! And guess what!? No fucking anesthesia!!"

She snarled as she ground away even faster, then shouted, "Done!!" and released what was left of his mangled manhood. His facial expression and vibrating, his shivering pants did not change as she stepped down and dropped the bricks. She returned to his upturned ass with the burdizzo, razor, and stapler. Flynn counted six crunches per cord. Stephen Bridgers's wide-eyed, wide-mouthed gape did not change. He had become pain.

She tossed the burdizzo, sliced his sack neatly off, tossed the razor and clacked his scrotum shut, stepped down and pulled his cage over toward her, away from Flynn, set it down and walked around to Bridgers's right. He now lay on his back, still gaping his silent grimace. She lifted his cage and rolled him over once so he lay on his left side, then sat heavily on the cage and panted.

She looked up at Flynn.

She smiled at him as he screamed and winked as she set the chair behind him. He stopped and whimpered drool from the right corner of his mouth as she took his clipboard. "Michael Hammond! Thirty years old! Five feet ten inches! Hair blond! Eyes blue! Crimes! Sedition! One! Cannibalism! Numerous! Necrophilia! Numerous!" Flynn scrunched up his nose. She shook her head and turned to him. "Cannibalism! You gotta be all out of beef jerky, man!" Flynn laughed. Then he tried to stop and that made him laugh harder. That made her laugh she flipped the page.

She looked over at Michael Hammond. "Necrophilia! A uniquely human trait! You know, a rat will do a lot of disgusting shit, but it will not fuck a dead rat!" He mumbled his whimpers as his chin quivered. She cleared her throat. "Detailed! Sedition! Armor! Oh, so you were part of a tank crew! Cannibalism! Suspect cut off various parts of dead female soldiers' bodies and consumed them raw!" Flynn shut his eyes and shook his head. "Body parts including but not limited to breasts, buttocks, feet, and vaginas!"

"Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" Flynn asked.

Michael Hammond had no idea who said that, but roared, "FUCK YOU!!! THEY WERE ALREADY DEAD!!!"

She lightly kicked his left side. "Hey! Shut up!" Hammond gulped and sniffled down at the floor. "Necrophilia! Suspect engaged in vaginal, anal, and oral sexual congress with dead female soldiers' bodies!"

"Jesus..." Flynn muttered.

She looked over at Hammond and said, "Well, I hope they were still warm!" as she replaced his clipboard.

He whined thin and high, "They were already dead! I didn't hurt anybody!"

"Uh, begging your pardon, you were in a fucking tank! The tank hurt a lot of people!" His voice lowered and he moaned his pants. She stood, walked up and knelt at his head. "Look at me." He breathed deep and looked up. Her eyes were beautifully terrifying and he grimaced, tears streaming over his lips. "Would you like to see the tools I'm going to use to remove those low-hanging nuts of yours?" He spat his tears and tried to say something but it was mumbled gibberish. She bared her beautiful, perfect teeth, opened and chomped them down with a click and widened her eyes.

Michael Hammond's eyes flew much wider, his mouth opened and his lips sucked in, and she chuckled and disappeared behind him. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" he bellowed, the loudest chest-voice yet heard in that dungeon, and she went behind Flynn. "FUCK!!! NOOO!!!!!!! NOOOOO!!!!!! JESUS GODDAMMIT!!! NOOO!!!! GODDAMMIT!!!!!" Flynn felt earplugs twist in again and sighed. She kissed his cheek, walked back to Hammond and scraped the chair aside, the cord of her earplugs draped behind her neck. She stepped back her right leg and Flynn's cock started rising at the sight of her flexing ass.

She snapped her foot forward and smashed Michael Hammond's balls flat across her foot against his crotch. His bellowing shut off into a coughing wheeze. "All done screaming?" she called. He groaned and then gasped into a sudden fluttery shudder of whimpers as her foot smashed them flat as pancakes with a meaty smack. She stepped back and snapped her leg forward again with a grunt and Michael Hammond wailed like a little girl as his cage rose five inches and crashed. She was about to kick again but his trembling deepened and he slowly let out a gurgling stream of shit, eight groaning strains' worth of it into the drain.

Then his moaning returned in hitches of breath as the agony ground up into his belly. He felt warm water on his ass, in his crack, down his sack and legs. He heard the hose drop and she snapped her foot forward again, pounding his balls flat and his cage rose a solid eight inches. Water sprayed up to her face. His whimpering gasps turned falsetto and raced with despair. He pissed into the drain.

"There are four men in a tank crew! Thought you deserved four kicks!"

"There are five men in a tank crew," Flynn said and she turned.

"Really? No kidding!"

He nodded. "The pilot, the main gunner, the loader, and two machine gunners."

She raised her eyebrows and said, "Wow! I didn't know that!" Then she turned with a smile to Hammond. He was groaning loudly and heaved with nausea just as her foot smashed his balls flat again. His cage rose and crashed and he shrieked his panting whimpers, then gagged and retched hard, retched again and again, spitting but not puking. "Ooh!" she squealed. "There's a TON of pain in your belly right now, huh, baby!?

His retching continued and now whining mewls joined it as she sat behind him. She grabbed his balls and yanked them up. His head rose with his mewling and she giggled. "Ready, Michael? I'll start with your right!" His mewling gagged into coughing sputters. He was trying to say something. Then he felt warm breath, her tongue cradle his sack, and she sucked his right nut in, settled it between her molars and closed them until she heard him gasp through his teeth. He whined like a dog and managed one word, "Dddon't!" Then he whimpered faster, higher, faster into a quiet cry of despair as his testicle began to flatten.

Closer. Closer. She guessed it was about half as round as usual when his cry disrupted into sobbing heaves. Then she let up a little and chomped down a little, rapidly biting and releasing it and his weak sobs rose and fell with each bite. She crushed it harder then and held it there, perhaps one-fourth of its normal girth and he shrieked, then shrieked again and his second shriek did not stop as he realized she wasn't letting up. She slid her teeth side to side and his shriek exploded into a ragged bawling wail of gasping pants.

Then she smiled and slowly closed her teeth all the way. Michael Hammond's scrotum did not tear open, but his right nut slowly popped, and as it began to do so, his screeching wail weakened thinner and thinner until it was a keening whine, and then nothing at all. His nut's wall was fracturing with sharp thumps that vibrated her teeth. She closed her eyes and shivered as a toe-curling orgasm slow-burned its way up and over her. She could feel it in her scalp. She felt the fractures ripping wider and his nut's contents began protruding into his sack against her tongue, slowly spreading against her right cheek. When her molars touched, his nut was still mostly round, but then she opened them, resettled it, and slowly squeezed them shut again. This did the trick. The intact areas of the testicular wall of Michael Hammond's right nut burst with strong popping squirts against her teeth, her tongue and cheek, cracking open and collapsing like the bulkheads of a submarine as it sinks.

His cage was rattling and his chains jingled as his bucking writhing scurried all over him like an electric dance. The hairs of his ass and legs stood on end and his head flopped up and down, craning, tilting, twisting to get away from that awful pain. He couldn't take it anymore, and because he had to, his higher brain functions were beginning to erode into a sunken place. Gagging breaths were the only sound in the room until Flynn heard juicy smacking squishes despite his earplugs, and opened his eyes. Cassandra was chewing Michael Hammond's right nut into mush. There was no blood because she had not broken through his scrotum. And then his gagging pants groaned into a raging growl and he flexed stiff as a board from his legs up over his ass and down his back to his head, and puked in a loud, sputtering snarl for ten seconds. Flynn heard dank splashing and dripping, bubbly spits, and then when Hammond was finished, she sucked away from his ball and his coughing gags of breath returned.

"How's it feel, honey? Hmm?" She stroked his shivering ass and squeezed it with a chuckle. She sat with her thighs together and her cum was welling up in her lap. Then she smacked her lips open in a grin and Michael Hammond felt his left nut plop into a warm wet sucking pump. He felt it settle between her left molars and they slowly closed. He managed a final vocalization then, a single mid-voice falsetto howl that wavered weakly for six seconds. He sounded like he was having a nightmare, knew it was a nightmare, and wanted someone to wake him up.

When it stopped, Flynn heard nothing more from him but silent breathing, rapid and shallow. She squeezed her teeth closer, grinding them side to side, front to back, squashed it to one-fourth its girth and started letting up and biting down as she had with the other one. Michael Hammond's body rose and fell with each bite. Then she bit down just hard enough to begin the fractures and let his nut's contents take their time finding the paths of least resistance through his testicular wall. Sharp vibrations against her teeth as his nut began popping, snapping, shattering open all around, slow plucking rips fissuring apart and its contents swelled into his sack across her tongue, against her left cheek.

Her cum began streaming, then pouring over her thighs and down the sides of her ass, and Flynn had not seen it till then. She was cumming so much she had filled the reservoir that was her lap and now it splattered the floor around the chair like an overflowing toilet. Her teeth met, she opened them, resettled his nut, chewed slowly down again and closed her eyes as the last remnants of Michael Hammond's left ball squelched, cracked, thumped and squished flat. Then Flynn heard her juicy smacking again as she chewed it up. She sucked the remains of his right nut in and chomped down hard, ground her teeth in all directions and felt mighty crackles as Hammond's testicular walls rent apart like thick gristle.

Hammond's body began then to rock rapidly up and down, a steady undulation from his ass to his flopping head and Flynn realized what he was seeing. A visual manifestation of agony as it inundated Hammond's whole body, from his bones to his skin, and obliterated his final vestige of sanity.

Then Cassandra squeezed both hands into his ass and pushed back, growling, sawing her incisors left and right, and through his earplugs Flynn heard flesh tearing open, loud and dull, like a zipper but with no metallic timbre. He shut his eyes and tried to put his hands to his ears but couldn't reach. He shivered as the ripping slowly continued. She growled laughter and he opened his eyes. He couldn't help it. He had to see her enjoyment. Blood was spraying her face, up her nose, down her chin and chest. She stood then and her cum splashed hot down her legs, over the floor, into the drain, she kicked the chair over with her calves and shook her head side to side like a dog playing tug of war with its owner, and Michael Hammond's nutsack tore completely free to a ragged snap at the end, she rocked back on her heels and steadied herself. His bluish white cords trailed two inches over her bottom lip.

She turned to Flynn and grinned her eyes fiery bright and he pissed into his drain in wide-eyed horror. She chuckled. A woman sprayed with blood, who looked like she'd been dipped in cum up to her waist, clenching a man's crushed balls and severed scrotum between her bright bared teeth. She appeared as similar to a wolf as he would ever see her again.

She turned like a hellish monster to Michael Hammond, whose undulating agony was already shallowing, calming. She walked around and knelt before him, yanked his head up and his wide, red eyes saw her, but he no longer understood what he was seeing, only that this thing held his manhood between its teeth and that it was what had caused all this anguish seething throughout him. He gazed into its eyes and it chewed his nuts and scrotum several more times, then took a deep breath and gulped everything down at once in a great roll of its throat. Then let his head flop limply under him.

She set the chair behind him again and she had stretched his cords several inches longer by ripping his balls off. She chuckled once, almost a snarl, and set the burdizzo at the ragged end of his left one, crunched it, and Michael Hammond's undulations of agony rocketed back to their steady rapid pace. She crushed each cord six times, working her way up. Once each would have sufficed, but this was part of his punishment and it was her job to make it last as long as possible. She clacked the stapler across his sack.

Perhaps some of these men would learn from their agony and never again break the law. That qualified, in the eyes of the law, as rehabilitation, and prisons were, after all, called Correctional Institutions. Michael Hammond had certainly learned his lesson, but like Steve Alexander, David Andersen, Robert Gentzel, Walter Palmer, Sean Smith, Jarek Partsch, Jesse Edmundson, Joseph Gaines, and Phillip Martin - like all these men who learned their lesson before him - Michael Hammond learned his only a few minutes before his faculties for abstract thought were annihilated, his ability to learn, his very humanity. Now he was a walking ghost.

And the man to Flynn's left, the last to be castrated, would suffer much worse.

She replaced Joseph Gaines's clipboard, stood and set the chair behind the next man, sat and took his. He started whimpering in and out through his nose as he watched her. His eyes welled up. "Phillip Martin! 34 years old! Five feet eleven inches! Hair brown! Eyes hazel brown! Crimes! Sedition! One! Animal Cruelty! Numerous!" She slowly turned and looked him in the eyes and his tears spilled over down his cheeks from narrow eyes. He mumbled, "-m - sssorry!" It was barely a whisper. Her countenance was one of angry disgust.

Then she lowered her face without leaving his gaze and glared at him almost through her eyebrows. He gasped in a whimper and heaved it out in loud, quaking sobs and his head fell limp under him. Tears and drool streamed into the drain. She flipped the page and shouted over him, "Detailed! Sedition! Sniper! Animal Cruelty! Suspect was a professional fur trapper for approximately ten years before joining the Resistance! Equipment used! Noose snares! Spring leg traps! Species! Including, but not limited to! Beaver! Fox! Ferret! Mink! Skunk! Bear! Deer! Cat! Dog!" She replaced his clipboard while he sobbed his terror, then knelt at his head, waited a moment, and when his crying didn't subside, snatched his head up by his hair and shoved his jaw shut with her left hand.

He moaned through his nose and his eyes widened as he beheld the fury in hers. She growled, "I think you know exactly what I'm about to do to you! But if you don't, let me just say that a spring leg trap is despicably inhumane, Phillip Martin! The animal's leg is broken but it can't get away for hours or days at a time before you return to put it out of its misery! They go mad from the pain!! Some animals gnaw their legs off to get away!!" She rumbled in a clotted snarl, "And you're going to wish you could gnaw your balls off!!" She let him go and disappeared as his sobbing rose fresh and louder, frantic and desperate.

She padded past Flynn, he heard the fridge open and shut, and she returned with an apple in her left hand and a large rat trap in her right, like a mouse trap but much more powerful. She knelt at Phillip Martin's head, set the trap and carefully laid it on the floor, then held the apple before his eyes with a smile. He stopped crying long enough to look from it to the trap and back up to her. She dropped the apple onto the trap and the bar snapped with a muffled crunch through the center of the apple. Phillip Martin gasped as his eyes flew wide and white. Then he grimaced in mortified terror up at her eyes.

Her eyes widened and she disappeared behind him with the trap. She left the apple halves beneath him and he roared, "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" She sat and pulled the trap's bar back where Martin could watch, and he did, roared, "PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!" with wide, red eyes, and she cocked her head at him, widened and narrowed her eyes with a grin, then reached behind him, and until his punishment began, he roared, "AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" in a mighty baritone voice. Phillip Martin had the second largest balls in the room and he felt her grasp his left one, hold it by its cord just above his epididymis, push the right away, and settle the left on the edge of the trap.

Then she began his punishment by releasing the bar from beneath her thumb. Flynn couldn't hear what it sounded like smashing into Martin's testicle, but it shut off his roar in an instant and Martin's head flopped up. Flynn's ears were ringing. The bar had sunken in to about half of his testicle's girth and Martin coughed out a desperate, mid-voiced moan, shaking and kicking at his chains. She set her thumbs on either end of the bar and rocked it back and forth in the crevice it had dug in his ball. Phillip Martin's moan shuddered into rapid, baritone whimpers both in and out. The pain was rocketing and flurrying around in his guts and playing his breaths out of him. She pressed the bar down some more and his baritone whimpers became falsetto mezzo-soprano whimpers, faster in and out as he tried to catch his breath long enough to swallow and belch so he could throw up. The nausea thrashed throughout him in an unbridled seethe.

Then she slowly began rocking the bar lower and lower like a pendulum blade in a horror story. Now Flynn could hear the disgusting sound of Phillip Martin's ball slowly rending apart, a tearing, squicking noise, almost like crunching an insect, but with a more protracted ripping quality, like rubbery cloth. Flynn shied away, clenching his teeth and eyes as Phillip Martin's mezzo-soprano whimpers fluttered up to coloratura soprano and he lolled his head, screaming up the wall, across the ceiling in inhalations as much as exhalations, and then she clenched the bar all the way down and his left testicle split apart in the center, top from bottom.

Phillip Martin's head lowered, and his moan with it into a bestial growl, his body flexed like a board, and he vomited in a bellowing snarl into the drain, a full stomach of food, then he groaned and farted. Cassandra quickly slid the chair back out of the way and he shit in a low arc, pure, watery diarrhea streaming into the drain, dry-heaving six times fast and powerfully before it trickled to an end. His splattering retching continued as he felt warm water up and down his ass crack, his thighs.

She tossed the hose, replaced the chair and sat. "Do you think you've suffered enough to account for those animals, Phillip?" She opened the bar out of his testicle, bent it back and held it with her thumb. Phillip Martin craned his neck, eyes blearily half-open and tried to speak, but only spit slime and nodded into another hard flex of his body, and he grimaced as the misery raged in him. He puked everything he could puke.

She smirked and he felt her hold his left testicle by the cord again, whined weakly and shook his head at the floor, then gasped and stopped breathing as the bar snapped into the center of his testicle, but this time it struck lengthwise, crossing the first rupture. It deformed his nut to just under halfway and his body vibrated like a jackhammer as the pain soared up from his nut into his belly and he shit thin gruel. She took her hands away and it dribbled down his sack. She rinsed him and sat back with a grin while he trembled in ecstatic agony. He found his breath and moaned in low hitches of nausea, hiccups of retching, spitting stomach acid. His body was bouncing up and down, rocking side to side from the pitiless power of the pain.

Then he felt the bar seesawing in the crevice and his pain found his voice for him, a maniacal flickering wail, just like a butterfly's wings, up high or down low but one never knows where it's going next. The bar sank deeper and his voice shot higher, weaker, now a thin fluttery whine. He pissed into the drain but was no longer dry-heaving. The anguish had progressed into a realm he had not known was possible, and he believed his higher brain functions were dying away. He wanted to keep them, but just then she destroyed that thought by squeezing the bar down all the way through a crackling squick. Flynn was sure now that it sounded like slowly stepping on an insect.

Phillip Martin's head flopped back up but now he could not voice his breaths, only pant fast and shallow, his cage thumping the floor from his bucking kicks, chains jingling. She released his testicle from the trap and leaned to her left. "That's what it feels like for an animal's ankle to be caught in a trap, Phillip! Only they can't get away as quickly as you!" Phillip Martin's head flopped under him but his quaking shivers danced on. "They have to take the pain for hours or days or more! You don't! That is my mercy for you! Now your right nut's going to join the show! Hold on tight!"

His breathing was ragged moans as she held his right nut by the cord at the epididymis, rested its center where the bar would strike, and released the bar. It struck and buried just under halfway deep into the firm flesh of his nut and he panted up rapid squeaks, shuddering as if he were being tazed and then shouted his squeaks louder, higher, more desperate as she rocked the bar back and forth in the crevice it had plunged, deeper, deeper. Then his squeaky voice calmed a little. She had let up a little. Then she pressed the bar all the way through and his ball rent apart and his voice shut off as his head flew up. His shuddering was now hard kicking and flopping, his cage thumping the floor.

She opened the trap, pulled the bar back all the way and held it with her thumb and centered his nut lengthwise on the base and said, "Ready, baby?" His head raised and lowered, raised and lowered as the pain exploded throughout him, overwhelming levels of agony and misery mixed, spicing his hair on end, and then she let the bar go, thumping in deep across the first crevice. Phillip Martin's rapid panting found a low, rumbling voice and he moaned in and moaned out, five or six breaths per second, shaking and trying to turn to one side or the other in his sling. Cassandra would tell Flynn at her home that the only thing she missed in punishment cells was leaving the prisoners free to drop to the floor and roll around in agony. She loved to watch them. She grinned as Martin almost managed to do so.

She rocked the bar back and forth and his bass moaning rose smoothly into falsetto. "Do they hurt, baby girl?" she mocked him, then pressed the bar all the way down, and his right nut squished into four chunks. His falsetto moaning shot into a thin whine and his cage rattled loudly. She opened the trap and tossed it aside, stood with a purr and walked around, sat on Joseph Gaines's cage and grinned beautifully wide - Flynn grinned with her - as she watched Phillip Martin's face contort hideously as the pain flooded throughout him.

"Guess what, Phillip!" she sang. His grimace did not change. He only lolled his head around, shaking and drooling. "Now the real pain begins!" She walked out, sat, and cradled his balls. His shaking and coughing whines did not change. She grasped a ball in each hand, set her thumbs where the crevices crossed. "This is every animal's 'Fuck you,' Phillip!" she squealed and dug in hard. Phillip Martin's coughing whine flurried up into ragged falsetto howls, arpeggios and scales intertwined as she kneaded into his wounds, stretching them, squeezing them apart. Flynn couldn't see her hands but he could hear in Phillip Martin's voice what she was doing and winced away. He shook his head and shivered as Martin's head raised as far as it would go, sweaty brown hair draping his shoulders, wagging slowly side to side, his whole body bouncing in every direction in his sling, chains rattling like sleigh bells.

She swirled her thumbs hard all around, up and down, in circles, side to side, squeezing into fists. Phillip Martin's howling pinched into whining mewls now and then, blasting into full falsetto voice now and then, always fluttering up high and down low. Then, just as he had sucked in a deep breath, he screamed and flexed stiff, a perfect C-Sharp and Flynn blinked away at its fiery volume. She was squeezing his balls as hard as she could and they weren't balls anymore. They were jelly.

She released them and his scream quickly dwindled to a rapid keening wail of sobs, his head swung under him and his drool slimed the floor. She walked around and knelt before him, pulled up his head and slapped him hard. She slapped him again. Again. Then shoved his jaw shut with her left hand and said, "Would you like me to cut them off, Phillip? Say 'please' and I will!" Phillip Martin quivered his lips together, beholding her through tight, red eyes, tears sheeting glossy over both cheeks, but no word came out. She smiled. "No, no, no! You have to say 'please' or they just keep hurting you!"

Phillip Martin mumbled, "Pppplease," in a shuddering, voiceless whisper. She winked at him, let his head flop down and sat behind him. She took her tools from behind Joseph Gaines and set them in her lap. She grabbed Phillip Martin's mushy nuts together in her left hand and he gasped and shrieked in a long breath. She squeezed hard and his shriek rocketed higher. Then she sliced the razor across his nutsack and his shriek began to subside. Phillip Martin was not completely insane, and what little of him was left inside was truly happy that he now had no balls. She turned her left hand over and they fell out of his sack and splashed into the drain. She dropped the flesh in after them, set the razor on the floor and reached with the burdizzo up into his scrotum and he yiped into silence at the first crunch.

Five crunches later and he had made no more noises but shallow breaths. Clack clack clack clack clack clack. His shuddering rattled louder, louder. Then slowly began to soften. "All done, honey! Enjoy your new life!" She tossed the burdizzo and stapler to the floor and spanked him as she stood, squeezed his right ass cheek and patted it. Flynn saw her smile over Phillip Martin as he shook and moaned.

Then she turned to the next man. He was looking her in the eyes and screamed, "PLEEEEEEASE!!!!!!!!!!!"

She went past Flynn and he heard a sink running for a while, then she returned, clean of blood, set the chair behind the next man, sat and took his clipboard, cleared her throat and read, "Joseph Gaines! 19 years old! Six feet two inches! Hair blond! Eyes hazel green! Crimes! Sedition! One! War Crimes! Twenty!" Joseph Gaines heard her flip the page but did not flinch or make any noise but fast, deep breaths. "Detailed! Sedition! Infantry! War Crimes! Suspect stabbed to death twenty female prisoners of war left hand-cuffed in his care during the Battle of Denver! Oh, well this just happened not too long ago, huh?!"

She looked over at him as he spoke, "I only wish it could have been twenty-one." He was a baritone.

There was silence in the dungeon for five seconds. Joseph Gaines did not gulp or attempt to look at her, only stared straight ahead at the wall. He looked up. There was a light switch above him. He blinked back down. "Really?" she asked.

"You're Goddamned right!" he muttered.

She smirked and shook her head with a little laugh, stood and leaned over him. He wouldn't meet her eyes so she yanked his head up and he glared at her. She wasn't glaring at him, just staring simply. "I was going to stab you twenty times, but now I'm going to stab you twenty-one times!" He scrunched up his nose a little and swallowed. He didn't look away. She arched an eyebrow and smiled. "Do you wish you could have stabbed twenty-two?" He sighed and did not open his mouth, his eyes unflinching. "I didn't think so. You're very brave, Joseph Gaines. I can see it. But don't worry. I'll take that away."

She let his head flop down and stood, went past Flynn, and Joseph Gaines listened to metal rattling, tinkling. Then at last he heard her padding back and she knelt before him again with a stainless steel bowl. In the bowl were a bunch of needles. She held one up and it was about five inches long. There were bright barbs like fish hooks all over its shaft. The tip was shaped like a little arrowhead. The hilt was a horizontal crossguard about two and a half inches long. A single tear dripped form Joseph Gaines's left eye. Then one dripped from his right and he blinked up to her. She was smiling and winked. "I've got a lot more than twenty-one. You mouth off again and the number goes up. I think you know full well where I'm going to stab you."

His mouth didn't seize up. His breathing remained fast and deep but steady. Joseph Gaines was quite brave. He only wept calmly as she disappeared with the bowl of needles. "I can't stress this enough, Joseph!" she said as she sat behind him. "You saw how much Mr. Edmundson and maybe Mr. Partsch suffered, right? You at least heard their suffering?" He didn't answer. "You maybe think I'm just trying to scare you, but I'm telling the truth. You're about to feel much worse pain than they!" She heard him gulp. His breaths shivered through his nose. "The same kind of pain, but the intensity, the level of it! It's going to be far beyond anything you could ever have imagined was possible! You know how it feels to take a full-force kick to the balls? Well imagine that level of agony multiplied by a billion! Then!" She reached around the front of his left thigh, under his belly, and grasped his cock and balls and pulled them forward. "Add fire to the mix!"

Joseph Gaines grunted hard and blasted a fat jet of shit across the floor. Cassandra remained clean because she was sitting to his left side. His genitals remained clean because she held them forward under him. When he was done, he strained again, but his bowels were empty. She snorted laughter and leaned around to see him, but he wouldn't look at her. "I do hope that wasn't meant for me." He didn't move. "I knew you were going to try that, Joe! I've done this a few times, as I'm sure you can tell! You don't mind if I call you 'Joe,' do ya?" He didn't answer.

She laughed through her nose, let his genitals go, stood and a moment later he felt warm water rinsing him. Then he heard the hose hit the floor and her ass mash into the chair. "Now keep in mind that uh...after I've stabbed your balls twenty-one times, Joe? I'll have to remove the needles!" She suddenly squealed. "Ooh!! I just love the way they rip back out!"

"FUCK YOU!!!!" he thundered.

She waited for the seven echoes to die away. "Fuck me? No, you fuck these needles! But anyway you didn't let me finish! Before I rip them back out? Joseph?" He didn't answer. "Joseph? I'm going to run fifty thousand volts through each needle!"

Joseph Gaines finally burst into tears, great heaving sobs of them. She laughed brightly. "There he is! Joseph Gaines, ladies and germs! A fucking pussy pretending to be a man!" He heard the needles tinkle in the bowl. "Now, don't worry! There's very little amperage involved! More than about five amps would stop your heart!" She grabbed his sack and bunched his balls at the bottom. He felt the tip of a needle touch his left ball. "We wouldn't want that!" He felt it turning around against his sack and clenched his teeth. "See, a bolt of lightning has about one billion volts of electricity and anywhere from five thousand to fifty thousand amps!" The spinning of the arrowhead continued and he clenched his eyes shut. He felt blood streaming over his sack. "That would kill you, but if I reduce the amps to two milliamps? Two thousandths of one amp? Then the electricity is just there to hurt! So your heart won't stop, but you'll want it to!" She was almost singing with happiness. "You can think of it as static electricity on steroids!"

"Hey," Flynn said. She looked up. "Shouldn't we use earplugs?"

She smiled and shook her head. "You won't need them." She turned back to Joseph Gaines, who did not bother to look around for her. "I was going to say, Joe, that no one in this punishment cell is gong to need earplugs because the pain is so impossibly tremendous. I mean, based on my observations? That you won't be able to breathe while the current is on! So because of that, I'll only leave it on for forty-five seconds at a time! Then I'll let you catch your breath!"

Joseph Gaines barked, "FUCK you and die!"

"No, Joe. Fuck you! And your balls are about to die!" The tip of the arrowhead pressed through his sack into his left testicle and he grunted, almost shouted, and panted fast through his nose as she turned the needle back and forth, pushing it deeper. Each fishhook plucked through his testicular wall and his grunting rose in pitch, his writhing hastening, strengthening, rattling his shackles. She grinned and laughed a little as she felt the tip stop against the other side of his testicle. She turned his ball so she could see his tunica bulging at a tiny spot, like a pimple, beneath his scrotum. His tunica was stretching and Joseph Gaines was growling in falsetto now, pissed straight down into the drain, and she spun the arrowhead back and forth against his testicular wall all the while his bladder released. By the time it was empty, he was whimpering in fast in-and-out pants and his voice had taken on a pleading air. She shoved the needle through and he shrieked as his left ball was punctured from side to side. The needle was still inside his scrotum. She turned his ball back to the other one and held them tight together, then said, "Scream for me!" and shoved it through the left side of his right ball's tunica.

Joseph Gaines bellowed in equal parts agony and rage. She turned the needle back and forth and he whimpered into a full-voiced howl, "FUCK YOU GODD-AAAGGHHHHH!!!!" She shoved the needle all the way through his right testicle, fishhooks plucking through, and it sliced out the other side of his scrotum. His scream quickly subsided to growling moans.

"I'm sorry. What you were saying?" she asked as she took another needle from the bowl, and set the point against his left ball near the bottom.

He whimpered and said, "Can't you stop?" Then he shrieked loud and raucous like a parrot as she shoved it all the way through, up and to the right, through both walls of both his nuts, out the upper right side of his right one. His whimper shivered down into a blubbering belch and snot dangled from his nose.

"I could but I'm not going to." He screeched like a parrot on fire as a third needle plucked its way through his right ball then his left, up and to the left. She turned it back and forth and he gasped whining yipes, lifting his face to the ceiling. His chains were jingling. "So are you sorry yet that you stabbed those prisoners?"

He sobbed, "Yehehehehessss!!" then screamed as a fourth needle sliced its way through the back of his right ball and out the front.

Each needle sliced the same exquisite agony as a full-force knee blossoming into his belly and Joseph Gaines screamed louder, higher, his voice tearing like falsetto cloth. By the twelfth needle, he was sobbing in rolling undulations of agony. He managed to blither, "Ppplease! Pll-lease jusst..." his throat seized, "cccut 'em off! Pppplease!"

She grinned and slowly spun the thirteenth needle as it cut through his sack and then popped through his tunica and he panted full chest-voiced wails in a ragged, raging soprano as she slowly pushed it deeper. He couldn't feel anything inside his ball, but each fishhook plucked in with a slice across the same hole. Then he felt the tip against the inside of the wall and his wails cut off. She heard snot blast into the drain and then he opened his mouth and drew in a deep, quaking breath of sobs. She popped the tip through the wall and out his sack and he blew out a bright howl warbling like a siren for two seconds, then dwindling to a kitten's mewl.

"Eight to go!" His heaving fluttered up in whimpers of despair and he felt the next arrowhead spinning lightly against his left ball. He stammered, "Nnoo!! Nnnnoooo!!" She stabbed it through the center from front to back and Flynn heard, in the instant before Joseph Gaines roared, the juicy punch-punch of the needle through his testicular walls. It reminded him of a fruit with a thick rind. Joseph Gaines's roar shot up like the screech of a bottle rocket and shut off at the top.

When she finished with the twentieth needle, Joseph Gaines's ballsack was a crimson pin-cushion trickling into the drain, needles sticking out in all directions, and Flynn could see goosebumps on Gaines's ass and thighs. "Here comes Number 21, Joe!" she shouted over his squealing. "I'm gonna stab this one through your epididymises! That's this part right here!" and she pinched his right epididymis. He gasped through his teeth. "This one's gonna hurt the most! It's like threading worms onto a hook! Maybe next time keep your mouth shut in your position!"

She spun the tip against the top of his right ball until it sliced through the sack, then gently pressed it against his epididymis, squeezed his nuts tight together, then slowly sliced it in and Joseph Gaines didn't scream. He gasped and then held his breath, bucking, rocking up and down in his sling as if he were humping someone, and that was the agony boiling all over him, twisting and squeezing, pounding up, up higher in his guts. She turned the needle and the hooks plucked away at different spots of the hole, punched it through the other side and pressed his left epididymis to the tip. He shook and flexed in rocking waves as it pierced and plucked slowly through. Then she popped it out the other side of his sack at the top and sat up. Her hands were completely covered in blood and she grinned as he quaked up and down as if he were fucking the air. The muscles of his legs and ass were rippling, seizing up.

She reached under and stroked her hand against the underside of his sling and smiled back to Flynn. "I can actually feel the pain moving in him!" She sat up and patted his ass, left a smeared handprint, and stood, walked between his cage and the next man's, and returned with a bundle of small wires. They trailed behind her to a place at the bottom of the wall that Flynn couldn't see. She sat and began fastening little clamps to each end of each needle while Joseph Gaines writhed in coughing hitches of breath. When she was done, Gaines had slowly begun breathing more smoothly, slower and deeper.

"Look up, Joe!" He slowly lolled his head up, tears, snot and drool slimed from every hole in his face, and she was sitting on Jessie Edmundson's cage with her finger up at the switch on the wall. "You're probably thinking there's no fucking way in Hell you could possibly hurt worse! But I assure you, what's about to happen will make you think those needles were a kindness!" His lips quivered and he tried to open them, but they wouldn't, so he just shook his head. He looked like a little boy about to be spanked. Her eyes and smile widened and she nodded. "Here's fifty thousand volts for a fourth of a second." She flicked the switch fast up and down and just as fast Joseph Gaines's whole body rose in the sling, an eruption of pain and his eyes and mouth both flew wide and stayed wide as he gazed at nothing over the floor.

She chuckled and walked out behind him, past Flynn and returned before Gaines with a stopwatch and sat. "Ready, sweetie?" Joseph Gaines struggled to suck in a heaving breath, throat tight, and he gulped as he wept up at her. Now his expression was not one of despair or sorrow or regret, but one of reverent fear. She flicked the switch and his head flopped up as far as it would go, his body rose, rose in the sling. He didn't shake or writhe, but vibrated all over and Flynn watched the hairs of his ass and legs stand up straight. There was no sound in the room but Joseph Gaines's shackles jingling.

Cassandra sat and crossed her legs, bobbing her right foot and mocking Gaines's wide eyes with hers. She looked up and said, "God, I wish you could see his facial expression right now! It is fucking priceless! He looks like he's praying for mercy! Not to me but the ceiling!"

Joseph Gaines ejaculated straight down into the drain from a flaccid dick. It was not an orgasm. Flynn actually heard it splatter out of him all in one spurt until it was watery thin. At forty-five seconds, she flicked the switch down and Gaines's head slowly lowered, his body relaxed and his breath moaned long out of him. Then Flynn heard him start whining like a dog and he lolled his head weakly up and wept at her, teeth clenched and lips shuddering. "Oh, boy!" she squealed. "This is the best part, Joe! That's the misery that your balls are pounding up into your gut now! See, you can't feel that until the electricity stops! Until then, all you feel is fiery agony in your balls, but now you get to suffer that awful, grinding misery!" She squealed again and giggled.

Gaines growled, heaved slowly forward and vomited into the drain. He retched and retched, dry-heaving with all his might, coughing, spitting and puking stomach acid. Then his whining resumed and he lolled his head slowly, weakly looking for any kind of mercy he could find from the atrocious wrenching squeeze throughout his belly. He shook in a deep breath and then his head flopped up again with the same expression as she flicked the switch. "Forty-five seconds, Joe! Then you have to feel it nineteen more times!" His lower jaw slanted to the left as his wide, bright white and hazel eyes pleaded at the ceiling or perhaps God beyond the ceiling, for an end to the pain or his life. But neither the ceiling nor God answered.

Forty-five seconds later she flicked the switch down and his head flopped and dangled under him. He had no energy left in him and seemed to Flynn as if he had just died. His ballsack was smoking and the needles were a deep plum red. He retched and growled acid, retched and whined up to her, his whole face glossy from tears, snot, and drool. His lips quivered together and he may have accidentally said it. "Pppppplease!" It was barely a squeak but Flynn heard it.

"Please?" she asked with a smile.

"Cccccan'ttttake...n-mmmore..."

"You can't take anymore?"

He shook his head.

Her smile widened and she said, "Good!" then flicked the switch and his head flopped up with it, eyes and mouth as wide as he could open them, wagging his head slightly side to side, an expression of "No" that meant he could not believe he couldn't die to be at peace. He wanted to go to Hell if meant an end to this, and this was the final abstract thought that would occur to Joseph Gaines for the next fifty-one years of life. This third span of forty-five seconds would destroy all that was left of his sanity.

Flynn scrunched up his nose at the acrid stench of burning flesh, and just then Joseph Gaines's ballsack erupted into flames. They seared out of the needle punctures and licked up his taint. Flynn shook his head in disbelief. At the end of forty-five seconds, she flicked the switch down and Joseph Gaines's head flopped down with it as she walked out, took the hose and sprayed him. The needles hissed as they cooled off. She turned and said, "You know what that means, right?" Flynn shook his head. "The electricity boiled away all the blood in his scrotum and cauterized the wounds. You can't burn something that's wet! There's no blood in there now!"

She returned to Edmundson's cage and Flynn whispered, "Jesus!" as Joseph Gaines flexed stiff and retched hard, gasped and retched again. The only part of his brain that still functioned was his cerebellum, just like Jessie Edmundson's, only involuntary bodily functions, and unfortunately for Gaines, this included nociception, the ability to feel physical sensations. He whined straight at the floor like a dog that has to piss. She gave him about twenty-five seconds, then flicked the switch up and his head flopped up with it, his body flexed taut and the water on his scrotum sizzled into steam. Then black smoke curled up.

For the next 765 seconds, excluding the time she gave him to breathe in between, Joseph Gaines suffered overwhelmingly intolerable, exquisite agony in his balls and overhwelmingly intolerable grinding, gnawing misery in his belly. The only sounds he made were silent breathing, dry-heaves, and mewling whines. For twelve minutes and forty-five seconds fifty thousand volts of electricity cooked his balls from the inside out like a hot dog in a science experiment. They were dead, but his testicular walls just pumped pain on and on, harder and richer, radiant all over his balls, roaring into his bowels when she flicked the switch down. At seven minutes the needles had become bright orange and his flesh was popping and sizzling.

When she flicked the switch up for the last time and his head flopped up, eyes wide and bright bloodshot white, teeth bared wide and jaws askew, his scrotum had been burned black. She uncrossed her legs, rubbed her clit fast and hard and came in a fat spurt splashing over Joseph Gaines's face, hair, and back. She shuddered her eyes closed and Flynn saw her inner thighs and pussy lips rippling. His cock twitched. She moaned through her teeth for twenty seconds, then slowly bucked and rocked as it subsided. She was panting as she flicked the switch off. Joseph Gaines's head flopped beneath him. His eyes and jaws clenched tight as the misery thundered up furiously throughout his belly.

"If there's anything of you left in there, Joe," she purred, "I want you to know that I enjoyed every second of that just as much as you didn't!" She took a deep breath and staggered out behind him, sat heavily in the chair and pulled up the hose, sprayed his sack and the needles hissed loudly for a moment. Gaines puked nothing, then puked harder. She hosed him well, then tossed the nozzle away and tapped the needles, tapped, then pinched them. "Good!" She unclamped all the wires then leaned to her left and said, "Hey, Joe? These needles are not only barbed, they're seared into your flesh! Now I'm going to rip them out! And your testicular walls are still very much alive!"

She held his nuts with her left hand and yanked out the last needle she had inserted, and his epididymises tore out with it. His head flopped up and his breaths rumbled through a tightening throat. She ripped out another and Flynn grunted away from the sound, eyes shut. It sounded like she was ripping leather. Another and another, she yanked with wrenches of her hand, twisting the needles as they tore out of him. Chunks of meat orange and bluish white clung all over each one. Gaines's body quaked and shook vehemently and he squawked once, ragged like a parrot. The last eleven needles she pulled out a little more slowly and Flynn winced at every ripping pluck of a barb tearing his testicles open.

At the last one, Flynn opened his eyes and Gaines's testicles hung like mangled rags from a bloodless sack. She tossed the needle, picked up the razor and burdizzo from behind Jessie Edmundson, sliced the tatters of his scrotum away, then crunched his cords four times each, moving up. His body shivered like his breath and a quiet, low moan rose from him. Nothing more. It lasted until thirty seconds after the last crunch. Then Joseph Gaines's body relaxed in his sling for the final time and his thighs shivered intermittently like his breathing for the next forty minutes. She sliced his ragged tunicas away and dropped them to a dank splash in the drain, then clacked his sack stapled up neatly.

She sat back with a sigh and admired him.

"Miss?"

She turned to the next man, craning his neck to see her.

"I didn't kill anyone," he whispered.

Cassandra looked blankly at him. She smiled.

Flynn's cock had fallen completely limp straight down before him. She glanced back at him, at it, then turned around, replaced Jarek Partsch's clipboard, and set the chair behind the next man. He started sobbing in great silent wheezes as she picked up his clipboard. He glanced around at her and she winked with a smirk, cleared her throat and read, "Jesse Edmundson! Thirty-one years old! Six feet one inch! Hair black! Eyes brown! Crimes! Sedition! One! Animal Cruelty! Twenty-four!" He heard the page flip and started whimpering. "Detailed! Sedition! Infantry! Animal Cruelty! Suspect trespassed onto twenty properties in his neighborhood and castrated the owners' dogs with a switchblade! Upon the H-"

"I'm sorry! The insomnia!"

She turned to him and bellowed, "SHUT! THE! FUCK! UP!" He gulped and whimpered back down at his drain. Snot trailed from his nose. "Upon the House of Ladies' repeal of the Fourth Amendment, an impromptu search of suspect's house revealed a jar filled with canine testicles! Under indictment, suspect complained of the dogs' barking causing prolonged insomnia which prompted madness!"

"I wasn't in my right mind!" Edmundson screamed. "I didn't even realize what I was doing! The insomnia made me crazy!"

"No, it didn't!" She tossed the clipboard behind her and stood. "I'm going to make you crazy!"

She heard Flynn growl, "You do that voodoo that you do so well!" and turned. He was glaring at Edmundson's cage.

"Dog lover!" she said.

He glanced at her and said, "Animal lover." She smirked and nodded.

"LISTEN! I'M SORRY!!!" Edmundson bawled. He was already crying heavily. Then she appeared an inch before his face, fury raging out of her wide green eyes and he whimpered and swallowed.

"You weren't sorry," she snarled in a raspy croak, "until you got caught! That's not remorse! That's regret! I doubt I've ever made a man feel remorse! Except perhaps for Mr. Hurlbut back there. And frankly I've never given a fuck one way or the other, Jesse! You tortured defenseless animals! Loved members of families! So far, I'd say Mr. Partsch here," and she turned, "Mr. Palmer over there, and maybe Mr. Smith, whose balls I boiled while they were still attached to him! So far, I'd say those three men have suffered the worst pain in this room today! And you, Jesse Edmundson, are about to suffer much! MUCH! WORSE!" She purred the last word into a guttural gnar, and his frown had widened, deepened across his face as she spoke. His shivering whimpers had become louder and she read on his face what he was thinking. "How could I be so cruel? Is that what you'd like to know, Jesse?"

He sniffled and groaned and shit himself in a weak gurgle pouring down his legs. She arched an eyebrow and said, "Well, at least we got that out of the way." She stood and glowered down at him. "I'll tell you how I can be so cruel, Jesse! For the same reason you can!" Her glare was so terrifying he whined away from it as if she were the scariest monster in the worst nightmare ever dreamed. "Because I enjoy it! I imagine you jerked off to the memory of it, didn't you, Jesse Edmundson?" He choked and gagged and coughed, then gulped. She nodded. "Well, you cannot imagine just how much pain I'm about to make you feel! I'm going to destroy them, Jesse! Sloowwly!"

He whined his sniffling and spat tears as he mumbled, but she didn't wait to hear him, just walked out of view behind him, "Please! I'll do anything! I'll give you anything you want!"

He heard her whisper, "Yes! I know you will!" then felt warm water over his ass, in his crack and down his legs. Then she tossed the hose away and went behind Flynn.

"You deserve this, dude!" Flynn muttered. "You don't fuck with somebody's pets!" She returned with a flat piece of metal Flynn didn't catch sight of well.

"Please! Please! Please!" Edmundson wept, and then suddenly her face was before his again and he beheld her irate, emerald fury. She held up a cheese grater. He looked it over. Its holes were slightly larger than those of a salt shaker. He started shaking as if he were freezing to death and wept back to her with tight eyes. "Don't!" he whispered. She didn't smile, just disappeared behind him.

Jesse Edmundson was at this moment the most terrified animal on Earth. The butterflies in his stomach had long boiled into seething nausea and he finally found voice enough to roar, "DON'T!!!! FUCKING DO IT!!!!" She sat, yanked his nuts up and held them bunched in the bottom of his sack in her left hand. She set the grater to them.

"Wait!" Flynn said and she looked up. "You wouldn't happen to have any earplugs, would you?" He swallowed. "Please?"

She blinked from him to Jesse Edmundson's balls, then over his shaking body. Then back to Flynn. "You're absolutely right." And she stood and went behind him. A few seconds later he felt a plug gently twist into his left ear, then his right. She walked around wearing purple ones with a cord behind her neck and said, "Good?" He nodded. She sat behind Jesse Edmundson, yanked up his balls again and said, "I can't hear your pathetic fucking whimpering, now, Jesse!" She set the grater to his nuts. "But don't worry! You'll get louder! By the time I'm done, you will be one hundred percent completely insane! For the rest of your life! Now you be a good boy and think about those FUCKING!! DOGS!!!" She tightened her grip on his sack and ran the grater as fast as she could back and forth across his balls. Flynn realized then that a better reason to wear earplugs than to block Jesse Edmundson's screaming was to block whatever noise the grater made as it shredded his scrotum.

Edmundson's howl was immediate, fierce and panting fast. His shaking burst into bucking squirms as he tried to get away from it, and as his falsetto howl rose in pitch and volume, so the bloodflow increased through the grater, trickling, then pouring, then splattering, streaming over her knuckles, dribbling into the drain, down her forearm. She clenched her teeth like a feral beast as she ground on and Edmundson's roaring howls now became great heaving sobs of screaming as reality set in: she had him by the balls and in only a few seconds his scrotum would be shredded away and his bare testicular walls would be next. Jesse Edmundson knew this much because he had seen what dog balls look like.

She growled as she ground on faster, smashing the grater into his balls until they flattened against her knuckles. His scrotum hung in ragged tatters of meat, and then Jesse Edmundson's roaring howls changed and his personality changed with them over the course of the next four minutes. That was how long it would take her to shred his balls all the way back to their cords. Now he shrieked in ragged despair, the same stridence, pitch, and volume Jarek Partsch had managed with Cassandra's last four swings of the cane. Every one in the room but she and Flynn would be partially deaf for days.

Jesse Edmundson felt his testicular walls slowly tearing open, being plucked, exploding instantly intolerable agony into his guts and his screaming stopped then just long enough for him to vomit hard over for seven seconds. Then the writhing bucks burst freshly back and his voice shot impossibly higher than Partsch's had at the end. Edmundson, now, too, reminded Flynn of a harp's shortest string, but his voice was ravaging apart, lacerating the sound very much the same way she was lacerating his balls. He sounded like a harp strung with barbed wire. One minute later, Flynn saw the orange guts of Edmundson's balls begin extruding on the other side of the grater. The blood was spurting now and Cassandra's body and face were spackled with it. She wasn't baring her teeth in a snarl anymore, but a smile, mouth open. Her left arm to the elbow and her right hand to the wrist were completely crimson and dripping.

The ball pain poured on and upward into Jesse Edmundson's belly, exquisitely overwhelming, an electrified acid fire. His nuts were now half gone, plopping in chunks into the drain. She scraped faster, faster and harder and his bellowing shrieks now connected into fluttery, full octave glissandi up and down, longer between his pants, not missing a single note. Flynn watched an orange chunk slide down her arm, shook his head and laughed a little. The sight wasn't funny to him and he was no longer thinking of whether Edmundson deserved it. He started giggling silently and didn't stop until she had finished shredding two human testicles still attached to a human. The laughter felt delectable in his abs and that helped keep it going.

Then she slowed down, scraping hard but examining closely, scraping again with a growl. Jesse Edmundson's gasping, writhing shrieks did not slow down. He shrieked and screeched on and on at the ceiling, and she held the center of the grater, smearing her right hand with blood, orange meat, and bluish white strips of testicular walls, each curled like a corkscrew, and she scraped again, biceps and shoulders flexing magnificently and now Flynn heard the last of Jesse Edmundson's seminiferous tubules squirt with a clotted burble through the grater. Flynn shied away. The tunicas crackled and popped, and then she scraped the grater away and Flynn saw the remnants of two perfectly good testicles, bloody, orange and bluish white, splayed open like wilted flowers. She tossed the grater to the floor, stood and sat on Edmundson's cage, heaving with breath, hair richly disheveled around her, blood splattered all over her legs, waist, breasts and face.

She looked up at Flynn, then glanced absently around the room. She turned around left and the next man to be punished beheld her with widening eyes. She grinned and held up her hands, turned them around for him to see that not a square inch of them all the way to her elbows was not covered in blood, then she put her left middle finger in her mouth and slowly sucked it clean, and flipped him off. He watched her throat roll down and up.

Only then did Edmundson's panting gasps of ragged wailing screeches begin to subside, dwindling to a low rolling moan two minutes later. Jesse Edmundson was now human only in appearance. The only part of his brain now functioning was his cerebellum, controlling heart rate, breathing, digestion, pain reception. No higher functions, no abstract thoughts, no emotions but a quiet, abiding fear would ever again take place in his mind. He would lie on the bunk of his cell for the next two years and stare, lips twitching, at the ceiling. Other prisoners would pull him up to a seated position and feed him through a straw. They would wipe him when he shit in his rubber dignity pants. Upon his release, he would live the next thirty-four years in an insane asylum and be given the same treatment. He would die drooling in a wheelchair at the age of sixty-five.

Cassandra growled for the whole room to hear, "I'll give you ten minutes to enjoy still having testicular walls, Jesse Edmundson!" His moans and writhing rolled on. She picked up the hose and rinsed herself clean, now rinsing her hair all over, gulping water, then cleaned the floor into the drain. She sighed and looked over the room. She replaced Edmundson's clipboard, then went behind Flynn and he heard the fridge open and shut. She stepped to his left side and held up two orange Gatorade bottles. He nodded and she held it to his mouth.

When he was finished, she tossed it and chugged the other. She took her earplugs out, then his, and threw them behind him. She grinned. "I really want to fuck you right now, but I always finish all my work first. She looked down at his flaccid cock, lifted it, flopped it around in her hands and smiled back up. "I cannot begin to describe to you how good that fucker's gonna feel mashing against my cervix!"

He shook his head a little, frowning. "You can really take it all the way to the hilt!?"

She swallowed and said, "I think so! I'm pretty sure! I mean, I can take a sixteen inch dildo all the way, but I don't have one fucking four inches thick! Shit!" She looked back down, then stooped and he gasped as he felt her right hand grip his scrotum above his balls. She squeezed a little and he heard her giggle as she swung them back and forth, catching and jiggling them. "These are gonna be a lotta fun to play with, too!" She cupped them and lifted. "Fucking heavy!" She let them plop back to the bottom of his sack and stood. "Soon!"

She retrieved her tools from behind Partsch, sat behind Edmundson, who was still moaning mildly and squirming, and said, "I guess it's been long enough, Jesse! Here comes some more pain! Then it'll finally stop!" Jesse Edmundson did not understand what she was saying because he no longer understood the English language. Crunch. His moaning shook up louder, but died back down. With each of six crunches, it rose and fell but not much. Then she sliced off the rags that were his testicular walls, dropped them into the drain, and slowly sliced across the bottom of his scrotum, dropped the shreds, and clack clack clack clack clack clack. She had used him up.

Flynn belched.

Flynn now alternated between standing and hanging by his arms. His legs were tired but hanging was uncomfortable.

Cassandra replaced Sean Smith's clipboard and set the chair behind the next man at the opposite wall. There were five men left to be punished facing this wall. She sat and that man was whispering, "...d be thy name thy kingdom come thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven give us this day our daily b..."

She glanced around at him then shook her head a little and took his clipboard.

"Whatever you do to me, I'm gonna fucking enjoy it!" His voice was a guttural bass.

She looked over and he was craning his neck to glare at her. She shrugged and eyed him a moment. "Well...maybe you like pain, maybe not."

He shut his eyes with anger as he barked, "You can make this as hellishly horrific as you fucking can!! Crush my balls flat!! I don't give a shit!! Even when they pop!! I'm still gonna fucking love it!! I'm gonna fucking love every fucking second of this! And you know what that means?!"

"What's it mean, honeybunny?" she asked with a blink.

"It means you're not punishing me!!! You may refuse to consider the truth, but the truth is you're rewarding me for everything I did!! You know what THAT means!?"

She gazed blankly at his angry eyes.

"It means the worse you do me!?!? The more deliciously I'm gonna fucking enjoy every second of it!!! So do your absolute fucking worst!!!"

She arched an eyebrow at him. She didn't look any more likely to worsen his punishment. Her expression told him what she herself told him just then, "Are you fucking stupid?"

He swallowed but did not blink or look away. He glared bravely at her.

She rolled her eyes. "As I told Mr. Bradley, it's quite a common fetish, so I've heard it all before. I'll take your word for it, Mr....uh...Partsch. That being said, the spirit is willing, but the body is weak. As Jesus would say. Every body has its limits and we're about to find yours. And once we've done that, you won't enjoy it anymore." He was about to speak but she suddenly stooped down toward him and he licked his lips and gulped again. "I wonder though...are you sorry for what you did?"

He growled, "No!"

She waited with a blank face but he did not flinch or speak. "No remorse at all? For any of your crimes? I've read this already! I know what you did! You don't feel bad about any of it?"

He snarled, "I'd do it all again right now!!"

She laughed once through her nose, then frowned and shook her head. "Then why pray to Jesus? Why now at the bitter end?" He swallowed and his lips quivered, but he controlled them quite well and glared defiantly. "Do you think he's going to say, 'Well, shit. He just prayed my prayer. Now I have to make the pain not happen ever. I'm hoist by my own petard'?" She waited but his expression did not change. He was breathing faster now. "I mean, why not quote Shakespeare? Hamlet? 'My words fly up, my thoughts remain below? Words without thoughts never to Heaven go?' At least that's more apropos! Ha! That rhymed!" There was a slight dimple at the corner of his mouth. He was trying not to show fear. She suddenly lurched forward and snatched his hair, jerked his face up to hers and said, "I'm going to make you beg me to cut them off!! I swear to God!!!" His lips shivered with his breathing. His eyes did not falter. He still glared at her. He was fighting the good fight. But he was losing. "I've dealt with a thousand guys like you!! You like to beat on women?! Yeah!?" She grinned unadulterated ferocity. His eyes drew tighter at their corners. Fear was beginning to overwhelm his bravery. "Well, now a woman's gonna make you her bitch, motherfucker!!" Her eyes widened and she snarled, "Welcome to Hell!! The Great Equalizer!!"

She stood from him and walked to the center of the room and read loudly, "Jarek Partsch!! Who is about to be taught just how much farther pain can go than he thinks he can!! 24 years old! Five feet ten inches! Hair brown! Eyes brown! Crimes! Sedition! One! Assault and battery! Twenty-six!" He heard the page flip. "Detailed! Sedition! Infantry! Assault and battery! Twelve different women complained of abusive relationships with suspect, who would slap, punch, and kick them in drunken rages! Nine women had to be taken to hospitals!" He heard the clipboard clatter. "Jarek Partsch!! It makes you feel good to beat on women, doesn't it?!" He could hear that she was turning around as she spoke, telling the whole room. "My!" she purred in sonorous bloodlust. "How the tables have turned!"

"Let me out of this fucking cage and fight me like a man!!!" he shouted. Once his echoes rang away there was dead silence in the room. The men at that wall could hear each other's breaths faltering.

Then they heard a fast whiff, a loud meaty smack, and Jarek Partsch grunted out a long growl. His thighs quivered and he raised his head, panting fast, lowered it and belched. "As much as I'd love to show you how a Master Instructor in Krav Maga fights, Jarek, your helplessness makes this all just...so much more fun!" She snapped her right foot up against his nuts and smashed them flat across it from thigh to thigh. The smack was followed by a barking yelp and his head flopped up just like the rear of his cage, then the cage crashed, and he belched again. "Your juicy nuts are hanging nice and low so I could do this all day and they're not gonna pop, Jarek!"

"I'm fucking loving it, bitch!" he croaked in a clotted snarl.

"Yeah, I think maybe you are!" He felt her stride over his back and sit on his cage. She pulled his balls up and squeezed them hard, one in each hand, fingernails digging in deep and his growl returned louder and higher, now filled with despair. "But believe me, honey, you won't be for much longer, so enjoy this all you can!" She sang the last few words brightly, almost in a squeal, and jiggled her nails around, digging in deeper. Jarek Partsch finally screamed, not much of one, but his growl rose until he could no longer keep it in his chest voice and his falsetto rose into a timbre mostly of anger as he defied her as long as he could. She yanked up hard and held them, stretching, squeezing and rolling her nails around in his testicular walls. Jarek Partsch's scream burst into a ragged screeching howl straight at the ceiling, eyes shut tight, tears pearling down his cheeks, and then she opened her grips just enough to let his nuts squirt out and flop down. His howl shot up into a squealing shriek, as piercing as a banshee's.

She strode off his cage and his shriek died down quickly into light, retching whimpers. She heard his spit spattering the floor, spattering again, again. He moaned in louder gasps then as the searing misery twisted and squeezed around in his belly. He belched and the belch turned into a wave, hauling up from his legs to his jaw, but he didn't puke, just growled a loud dry-heave into the drain. Nothing but saliva.

"See?! How easy was that, Jarek!? You said you love the pain, but we've already reached your threshold! Nothing to it! From here on, you won't love anything I do to you! For example!" She leaned over his right side and waited but he didn't look back, just lolled his head, moaning and shivering as his balls spewed agony up into his guts. He felt her hand pat his right side. "Right here? This is your liver!" And she reared back her right fist toward the next man's cage and that man watched with wide eyes as she swung her fist as hard as she could, smacked it into Jarek Partsch's side and Partsch snarled up a long yelp, higher, higher, face tilting to the ceiling, and then his yelp slipped into falsetto, shut off and Jarek Partsch flexed like a board, vomited a full stomach of food into the drain, and shit sprayed six feet behind him in a long bubbly gurgle across the floor.

His gasps came in shuddering heaves as the pain ravaged all over him. He coughed and spat slimy drool. "I can throw a pretty mean punch, huh, baby? Bet you never thought a shot to the liver could hurt so much!" He only gasped his pants in quick whimpers. Then he felt warm water on his ass and thighs. When she was done, she dropped the hose and knelt with a sigh at his left, pulled his head up by his hair and mocked him. "Mm-hmm!" He gasped and retched a little, spat more vomit, and beheld her with tired terror in his eyes. "Ooh! Ooh! They ache so much! Don't they?"

He quivered his lips together and mumbled, "P-p-pleassse..."

She grinned. "Please? Please! Please what? More? You want more?" He shook his head a little with a whine. "You said you love this! You want more?" She let his head down and he retched at the floor. "You got it, honeybunny!" She stood and walked behind him. "A LOT more!" She walked past Flynn and returned with a wood stick about a yard long and perhaps a fourth of an inch thick. She bent it back and forth as she rounded Jarek Partsch's cage and held it before his eyes. He looked from it to her. "This is a rattan cane. Nice and flexible. It's used on the ass and gives a much more painful spanking than a paddle. The legal limit in Malaysia is twenty-four strikes, whereupon most people pass out." She grinned her beautiful teeth at him and widened her eyes. "There's no legal limit in the States! And I think you know your ass is not what I'm going to focus on!" She winked and disappeared.

His writhing intensified as much as it could in his sling and his groaning rose in pitch and volume. "Please!" he said and retched a belch. "Please!! Just - please just cut them off!! Please don't do this!!" He felt his balls lift and gasped in through his teeth as the agony shot up fresh. He heard something tear and then felt tape wrap around his balls. They were held in the bottom of his sack and then he felt her press tape firmly across his ass, around his thighs and then her fingertips gently pat his balls. They were taped up against his ass, directly over his anus.

She tossed the tape, stood and he watched her move the chair out of the way. "Please! Please!" It was a squeal now, weak and thin. She turned to him, smiled, set her feet and raised the cane high in her right hand, never looking from his eyes. He started shaking with hard sobs. "Pleheeheeeassse!! Plleeheeheeasse!!"

She widened and narrowed her eyes and he opened his mouth and eyes wider then in mortal horror. Flynn whispered, "Holy shit!" The next man to be punished was watching with eyes like dinner plates.

She purred, "I'll bet you wish you hadn't beaten up those women now!" and swiped the cane in a foreswing as hard as she could across the center of his nuts. He didn't scream. He gasped and his breath shuddered up with the explosion of agony until he set his voice to it, a feathery warbling wail, rising with his head until he stared wide at the ceiling and his wail rose and fell, interrupted by quick pants. WHACK! It danced up and down rapidly like an opera soprano singing arpeggios. WHACK! His balls deformed around the cane and he shrieked up and down, high and low. His voice was the music of his pain as it radiated from his balls into his belly, gnawing and knotting up his bowels. WHACK! His shriek shivered up and down two full octaves now. He sounded exactly like a peacock's call, and his body wasn't shaking from the pain. It was vibrating. Jarek Partsch had not known he could feel this much pain all at once. It was ecstatically intolerable. The hairs of his arms and legs stood on end. The awful nausea raged throughout him but his anguish had pushed him beyond throwing up. The drugs forced him to keep breathing but his pants were fluttering too irregularly to allow him time to dry-heave. He farted then but there was nothing in his bowels.

WHACK! His warbling flutters of wailing shot up into a full chest-voiced soprano screech of rapid heaving breaths. It sounded like the maniacal shriek-laughter of an evil clown. "THAT'S FIVE, JAREK!! TWENTY-ONE TO GO!!" WHACK! His balls ballooned dark purple around the cane and Jarek Partsch's shrieking rise and fall of undulating howls rang around the dungeon like a siren. "I'LL DO THE LAST TWENTY AS FAST AS I CAN SWING ACCURATELY!!!" she bellowed over him.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Now his shriek stopped warbling and bloomed into a mighty cackling roar of screams, each one falling neatly in between the fleshy smacks of the cane. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Jarek Partsch's cock plumped in between the last two WHACKS from limp to rock-hard and ejaculated in time with his barking falsetto screams, in between the strikes. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Six thick ropes of cum sprayed all over the underside of his sling and spurted all the way to the wall. He was vibrating so strongly his shackles were jingling as loudly as the impacts of the cane. Jarek Partsch was a musical instrument of agony, misery, and anguish, three very different sensations of pain, and all three had overwhelmed him in three different ways: his body, his mind, and his will to go on living. He would not die in this dungeon but he wanted to. His ejaculation had not been an orgasm. He had felt no euphoria. It was a reaction ordered by what little of his brain was functioning. 'This amount of pain has confused me,' his brain was screaming. 'It is in no way pleasant but is some terrible kind of ecstasy, so cum. Cumming must be what you're supposed to do now. And then maybe the ecstasy will die down?'

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She was swinging the cane so hard she was pivoting on her feet like a baseball player and even amid this movement, Flynn could count her heart rate at 120 beats per minute by watching her clit throb. Each swing smashed Partsch's nuts flat in the middle and their tops and bottoms squished around it, a swirl of deep purples and blues, but as long as they could seek slight refuge in his crack and the cushion of his cheeks they simply would not pop.

She administered the last four strikes while backing up a few steps and walking forward for extra momentum. WHACK!!! Partsch unleashed the loudest, purest, most piercing squeal of a scream yet heard in the room. John Fulp jolted awake and shouted as he shut his eyes. It was as pristine as a bell but did not diminish as a bell does when struck. It reminded Flynn of Sirius the Dog Star, if its light made noise, and it continued unwavering, the same pitch as the shortest string on a harp and Flynn knew because he had perfect pitch. Jarek Partsch was screaming a B-flat so mightily strident that he sounded like a harp string struck and set on fire by a bolt of lightning. WHACK!!! Partsch had not stopped screaming before the third-to-last strike but it made him snort in a quick gasp and blast the same pitch out again, just as powerfully brilliant as before.

She grinned as she swung. WHACK!!! He blasted it out again, cage thumping soundlessly as the pain quaked and thundered throughout his balls and belly. There were goosebumps all over him. WHACK!!! He blasted it out again, that very same electrified bell tone. His balls had swollen to twice their normal size, almost as large as Flynn's, and looked like blackened oranges. Flynn could see them throbbing. She smiled as she sat on Paul Hurlbut's cage, crossed her arms and held the cane aloft.

Jarek Partsch did not stop screaming that pure, unwavering pluck of a harp string for ninety seconds. Only then did he suck in a heaving breath and it fluttered out in a very weak warble, falling more than rising - his head lolling down with it - frail and feathery again, like laughter for about sixty more seconds, and then he croaked into retching growls as the misery was finally able to hit home. She smiled wider, leaned forward and pulled his head up. His eyes wept at her what his brain was roaring: "This level of of pain has bewildered me."

The man to Partsch's right murmured, "Jesus!"

"Would you like me to cut them off?" she asked Partsch. Tears poured down both cheeks and streamed from his chin. He spat them as his eyes drew tight and he blubbered, "P-p-plee-hee-heeeasse!" He gasped and gulped as he breathed in, "Fffuck - c-c-cut 'em!! Pppleease..." he belched and retched stomach acid, then wept back up to her eyes. "Goddamn! Fuck! Jesus! Please! Cut 'emm off! Please cut 'em off!"

She grinned and said, "No!"

His eyes and mouth opened wide as she stood and disappeared. "Please!" he mewled. "Cut 'em off! Cut 'em off! They hurt too much! Goddammit cut 'em off! Please!"

She walked past Flynn and returned with a large blue mat about three inches thick, flopped it down behind Partsch, retrieved her razor from behind Walter Palmer and knelt behind Partsch. She yanked the tape off. His skin looked brighter where it had been. It had taken his hair with it. He yiped as his balls flopped down. She unwrapped the tape from them and his voice fluttered up again. She tossed the tape, then pulled the blade across the back of his sack and where it passed, his sack seeped bright red. Partsch did not react. He was suffering too much ball and gut pain to notice. She opened the slit, stuck in her fingers and fished out his spermatic cords, bright bluish white. She drew the blade across his right one and he gasped and shook but made no noise. She sliced his left cord, just a tiny nick. He gasped again.

She laid the razor on the chair, then sat on the mat, leaned back and raised her beautiful feet flat to his asscheeks. "That was to make sure I still have something to crush!" She grabbed his swollen nuts in both hands and he warbled up a thin howl. "And this is so you remember, Jarek Partsch, that a woman once kicked your ass!" She yanked back on his balls and he shrieked but the shriek cut short into guttural gargles of heaving retches.

Harder and harder she pulled back until her ass left the mat and Flynn muttered, "Fuck me!" Jarek Partsch's scrotum and balls were now the only things supporting her full weight and the slit she had cut stretched wider, wider, and Flynn watched until he heard the flesh tearing, then he gagged, heaved a little and shut his eyes. He moaned loudly so he wouldn't have to listen. She glanced at him, grinned, then back to Partsch's nuts. He was groaning his dry-heaves, lolling his head in every direction. The pain had exhausted his strength to scream, but his groans rose smoothly to a keening pule as she growled, dead lifting backward, farther, flesh tearing louder, longer, farther back, and then she squeezed both his nuts as hard as she could and they burst in muffled *thrups*. His voice did not change. Just a weak mewling bleat interrupted by retches.

Then his scrotum tore apart exposing his cords in a spiraling, ragged gash all the way around, the cords snapped apart where she had nicked them, and she fell back on the mat, rolled forward and sat watching his squirming ass and thighs jingling his chains. She sighed into bright, hefty chuckles, stood and walked around, sat on Hurlbut's cage and lightly kicked Partsch's face. He belched and puked in heaving retch after retch. She kicked him again and he spat gurgling slime as he lolled his head up. She showed him his tattered scrotum, balls pinched inside like a pouch, them dumped them into her palm, tossed his sack into his face and dropped both his mangled nuts into her mouth. Their contents had extruded and were bright orange like a pumpkin. She set them between her molars and chomped down with her lips apart, cords trailing out of her mouth, squelching his nuts flat. Blood flowed over her lip, and then she closed her lips, chewed his balls up, ground her teeth together and he heard the testicle walls popping and crackling. He swallowed and looked at her with a quivering chin the way a pet looks at its master when yelled at. The pain had already noticeably subsided, no longer so severe that he had to heave over and retch stomach acid.

She swallowed and slurped his cords in like noodles, swallowed again and smiled down at him with wild, wide eyes. She smacked her lips, then said, "They're very tender after you've caned them!" He cringed his eyes clenched and tears squirted down his cheeks as he wept into the drain. "Give it about twenty minutes, honeybunny!" Then she stood and disappeared. He sniffled and whimpered weakly like an old woman, then gasped in and blew out a piercing howl as she crunched his right cord. Then again. Crunch. He howled and finally, for the first time, Jarek Partsch began sobbing in great heaves of sorrow. Crunch. His sobbing howled and intensified. Crunch. His sobbing quieted to hard chucks interspersed by snorts. Crunch. He heaved hard over but didn't puke. It was a full chest voice of forlorn despondency. Crunch. His sobbing did not change. Clack clack clack clack clack clack. He growled at the pinches, then his sobs silenced into heavy wheezes. She set her tools in her chair, stooped next to his left ear and purred, "I guess Jesus said, 'No,'" then rose and stood behind him a moment, admiring him with a smile.

Then she looked at the man to Jarek Partsch's right. That man immediately burst into tears.

She strode over John Fulp's cage and sat behind Hurlbut. He was breathing deep and slow. "See? Pain's almost completely gone, right?"

He sniffed and nodded.

"Good! Well, I'm gonna have to staple your sack up now. These are some nasty pinches, but it won't last long." Clack clack clack clack clack. Clack. He groaned loudly when she started and whimpered up high by the fourth fiery pinch. Then she was done and the fire quickly dwindled to a hot afterglow. "Alright! You're all done! You're a eunuch!"

"Uh, can I - can I have a footjob, too?"

"You absolutely may not." And she stood. "Oh, fuck! I forgot your ribs! Alright, let's do it fast! You ready?"

He hitched in a long gasp, swallowed, and nodded. She held the side of his cage with both hands, raised her left knee to his left side and set her right foot. "I'm breaking both of them on this side. Your liver's on the other side and I don't want to puncture it. Besides which the pain would make you black out." She lowered her left foot to the floor then fired it up as hard as she could, burying it deep into his side and he barked a roaring yelp, gritted his teeth and panted rapid whimpers. Her toes touched the floor and she fired it up again into exactly the same spot and Paul Hurlbut's seventh rib cracked. He screamed like a little girl and then the scream stopped and he sipped little gasps in and out between his teeth.

"This one ought to get the job done, Paul! Hope you like it!" She pounded her knee into him and his sixth and seventh ribs snapped apart. If he hadn't screamed even higher and louder than before he would have heard a muffled thump. He writhed to his right as best he could, trying to get away from them, blowing snot and spitting his breaths. "Oh, no!" she said and quickly went to Fulp's cage, took the towel and gently set his head on the floor. He did not wake. She returned and wiped Paul Hurlbut's nose and mouth. His eyes were shut tight. "You need to be able to breathe or you'll die." His gagging sips of breath groaned on. "That's how Marie felt, Paul!" She tossed the towel behind her. "And this is to make sure you remember that!" She pressed her left fist against the spot she had kneed and rolled her knuckles around. Paul Hurlbut's head flew up with a howling squelch and he repeated the howl with every rapid breath. It sounded just like a chair scraped over tile, but with frantic despair thrown in, and so loud that every man in the room who was still conscious and sane shut his eyes and clenched his teeth. John Fulp woke and winced his shut. Paul Hurlbut sounded a little like the world's largest turkey gobbling.

She took her fist away and his howls slowly subsided into keening whines. "Enjoy breathing for the next three months!" She patted his ass, found and replaced his clipboard. She happened to see John Fulp had turned his head and was watching. She looked around, retrieved the towel and folded it, then placed it behind his head. "Go to sleep," she whispered with a smile and winked at him. He showed no emotion, just fatigue, as she turned and walked away. He could still feel the glow of his orgasm and in a few minutes he would be asleep again.

She grinned gloriously wide as she stepped up to Flynn and shook her head slowly at his cock. It stood straight up and throbbed against his abs. The tip reached to about an inch below his diaphragm. She looked up and said, "Have you ever sucked it yourself?"

He sighed and blinked a nod. She smirked. "All the way?"

"Yeah." He almost smiled a little.

"Spit or swallow?"

"I uh...I didn't like the taste so I spat."

She smiled as she looked it over, then squeezed her hands around it just below the glans. She couldn't get her middle fingertips to touch her thumbs. "Holy shit!" she laughed. "It's like warm marble!" She let go and squeezed it hard at the hilt. "Jesus!" She looked up at him. "You know, I really didn't think you could do it!" Then she slowly bent over, not leaving his gaze until her mouth was less than an inch from the tip. She looked down, opened her mouth wide and stuffed in the head of his dick, lolling her head around to engulf it, and slathered her tongue around, turning her head to lick firm and fast over his glans and he whimpered and shivered, closed his eyes and turned his head up, mouth wide. Immediate electrified euphoria. He panted fast and deep, but then she sucked away with a slurp and stood. He moaned his eyes open and looked down to her. She widened her eyes and what he saw in them was delighted lechery. "Bet you never sucked it that well!"

He gulped and shook his head, then quivered up a grin. He didn't dare say it, but he actually had. Years of practice.

"You can think of that as a thank-you kiss for being able to get it all the way up, rock fucking hard, all by yourself!" She stroked it once with her right hand, from the middle of the shaft to the tip, squeezed her grip off and he sighed a groan through his nose as she turned around. That ass. His cock throbbed so hard it looked like it was hiccupping.

She took the chair from Hurlbut and set it behind the second man at the left wall. There were two men at this wall yet to be punished. The last was still glaring from Flynn to his dick and back. Flynn looked to see if she was watching. She wasn't. Flynn winked at the man who would be punished last. That man sighed and looked down.

"Sean Smith!" she read. "29 years old! Six feet four inches! Hair light brown! Eyes hazel brown! Crimes! Sedition! One! Bestiality! Two hundred twelve!" Flynn scrunched his nose and frowned at Sean Smith, who looked straight ahead at the wall, breathing deep and quite calmly. She flipped the page and he swallowed and bared his teeth a little. He looked furious. "Detailed! Sedition! Special Operations! Oh, you're a commando, huh?" She didn't look up. "Bestiality! Suspect trespassed onto the property of a nearby rancher, sneaked into his stables and engaged in sexual congress with stallions, mares, and geldings! Owner suspected activity based on strange behavior of several horses! Installed security cameras! After returning from a vacation, owner had recorded two hundred twelve separate acts of sexual intercourse involving anuses, vaginas, and receiving anal and oral penetration from stallions!"

"What the fuck, dude?!" Flynn muttered. She turned with a smirk and he was slowly shaking his head in disgust. Sean Smith attempted to see who had said this, but could not.

"Yeah, really!" another man said from the right wall. He was next if she returned to that wall. "I mean, I think the rest of us deserve at least a little mercy compared to that guy."

"I'll decide!" she called merrily. She leaned over and Sean Smith sighed and met her gaze with a glower. She glared right back, blazing green eyes widening. "Wipe that fucking look off your face right now or I'll make you beg me to kill you!" He gulped and sighed his eyes back down to the floor. "At what point do you tell yourself, 'Hmm. Maybe I have a problem...maybe I should seek counseling.'"

"I never hurt any of those horses!" he said, almost looking at her. He had a strong bass voice like Flynn's. She glanced under him and snorted. "Well, not with a dick like that. I guess you're telling the truth there!"

"Fffff...uck you!" he whispered.

"Well, that there is one thing that's not gonna happen."

"Uh! You're just as fucking bad a person as I am!" Then he glared at her but there were tears in his eyes. "You hear me?!"

"I'm just as bad as you why? I would love to hear this!"

"You're cutting these guys' nuts off just for the fucking fun! That's why!" His voice broke into falsetto but he didn't hesitate. "This isn't - it has nothing to do with the fucking law! You're doing it because you fucking -njo- t!" His throat seized, his chin quivered and he looked down.

"I am fucking enjoying it!" she growled. "But the law is the law!" He wouldn't look up again. "If you hadn't run afoul of it you wouldn't be in here about to go through a SHITLOAD of fucking pain, motherfucker!" He whimpered into heaves of weeping. "If I passed you on the sidewalk, I wouldn't give a fuck about your nuts! If you haven't done anything to deserve castration, then they're your nuts! Enjoy 'em! Fuck whoever all you want! Feminists Against Male Domination would never try to take that freedom away from you!" She paused. All he could do was whine. "You raped horses! Maybe they didn't understand or care! Maybe you didn't hurt them! But that's a legal infraction punishable by prison time! Sedition is the reason I'm about to remove your nuts! But if you were guilty of nothing else, I'd slice them off quickly! I'd cause you the least amount of pain possible! Two hundred and twelve counts of bestiality require that the punishment be more severe!" She bellowed, "MUCH! More severe!" He shuddered his face away crying heavily now. "I love horses! But I can't fathom what's going on in your brain when you think about them!"

He wept, "I love them! Too!"

"No, you just lust after them! You wanna know why people love animals? The basest reason is because the fur feels good against your skin! That's as far as you take it! The majority of people love them because of that but also because a pet is a warm, trusting, loving companion! A member of the family! So all you did was violate a rancher's friends! And most horse lovers love their horses more than they love most people! Two hundred and twelve fucking counts of bestiality, Sean Smith! How fucking furious do you think that rancher is!? And that fury has to be answered according to the law!"

She tossed his clipboard, stood and walked past Flynn. She didn't look quite so angry as she had before, say, at David Andersen. Her expression seemed more one of having a bad day at the office, work beckons. She had a job to do and must be sure she did it properly. Flynn heard a hollow bonk, then the sink run. Then she stopped it and reappeared with a sauce pot maybe 8 inches deep, a small white jar the size of the black one with the lube in it, a small gray plastic box, and latex gloves under her arm. She set it all down on the low bench behind Sean Smith and the next man, opened the gray box and unfolded a portable camp stove. Flynn had made Eagle Scout so he knew one when he saw it. She assembled it then muttered, "Shit," and returned past him, reappeared with a blow torch and flint spark torch igniter, what Flynn called a "squeeze sparker."

She turned the blow torch on, sparked it to flame, and ignited the camp stove, a small gas burner. She turned the torch off and set the pot on the burner, then stretched on the gloves, intertwined her knuckles and opened the white jar. "This is Tizanidine, Sean Smith! Also called Zanaflex! A topical super-strength muscle relaxant! Now this first part is going to feel great and it's your last ride, so enjoy it!" She scooped a huge glop onto her fingers and smeared it all over his scrotum, firmly kneading it into his taint around the base, then massaging downward, tugging, pulling hard, rubbing both hands around his balls. He grunted as she pulled and held down. His balls started lengthening. They had been hanging about an inch loose. Now they hung at least three inches. She scooped another fingerful and applied, stroking his sack up and down between his taint and his balls, then rapidly slid her hands back and forth with his sack in between. His balls were descending on their own now and his cock had swelled as big as it was going to, six inches or a shade under.

She stretched his sack at the very bottom, not his nuts, pulling hard and long, then released him and carefully removed her gloves, folding one over the other, then folding the second over the first, and discarded them behind her. She sighed and scraped her chair back, pulled the bench to her and sat back. His balls lowered and lowered and lowered. She crossed her legs. Sean Smith just breathed silently and did not move. Three minutes later he heard a bubbly whirring noise and craned his head to see but all he saw was a wide bench some five inches high slide to his right. Then he felt his balls raise by his elongated sack and she said, "I love adding irony to punishment. Two hundred twelve counts, Sean? Can you guess where I'm going?"

He swallowed. "Just fucking do it, cunt! I have no idea! I don't fucking care anymore! Goddammit!"

"Well, you should because this is going to take about twelve to thirteen minutes. Okay? And when that's over? You're going to think nothing could ever possibly hurt again! Not after that much pain! You'll beg me to kill you or cut them off, whichever...and...then I'm going to crush them! With my feet against this bench! You're right. I fucking love this shit! My favorite part is feeling a nut squish in my hand or under my foot! Oh, yeah! But then after it's over? I won't have to cut them off! They'll be dead! No blood flow...and yet...your tunica albugineas are still going to let you know ALL about my feet!" She giggled.

"JUST FUCKING DO IT!!!" he roared.

"Wish...granted!" She slid the stove and pot under his crotch, growled, "Two hundred and twelve...Fahrenheit," and dropped his balls into boiling water. He didn't scream in that instant. He groaned loudly through his teeth. And one second later he realized what it was that he was feeling and then he screamed. A yipping scrape of rapid falsetto gasps that sounded like laughter. Five seconds later, his shaking and writhing suddenly increased and his head flew up and his scream rose in pitch to a ragged warble, an irregular rise and fall, and then he howled, "MAKE IT STOP!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!" and the ragged warble resumed.

She stood with a smile, stepped over the bench, and walked between his and the next cage, sat at the head of the next cage, facing away from Flynn, and leaned back with her hands grasping the far side. She reclined and enjoyed the sight of Sean Smith's facial expression contorted into a hideous guffaw of agony. She looked back and bellowed to Flynn over his scream, "ABOUT TEN!! TO TWELVE MINUTES!!!! LISTEN FOR HIS VOICE TO CHANGE!!!!"

Flynn watched Sean Smith's head flop up again, eyes shut tight, lips sucked over his teeth, screeching at the ceiling, shuddering and squirming as the pain scampered all over his body. It was already intolerable, but three minutes into it, his voice rocketed up - and his eyes opened wide with it - to a curdly squeal, very much like a pig, but with tones of despair, terror, horror, and a plea mixed in. Sean Smith did not want his balls to be a part of him anymore. "NOW THE BLOOD IN HIS SCROTUM IS BOILING HIS TESTICLES!!!!!" she roared back to Flynn. Sean Smith's head lolled fast in every direction. His body was vibrating from pain. He was no longer in any way squirming or writhing to get free. The agony had taken over all his senses. Sean Smith's existence had become pain.

Six minutes into it Flynn stood shaking his head in horrified disbelief as Sean Smith still had not blacked out and was still somehow breathing well enough to scream at the absolute height of his lungs, their full volume, his voice long since destroyed and torn into a serrated rasp. It had taken on the texture of a ball-razored mountainside. The boiling continued and he wept with wide, red eyes at the ceiling, mouth as wide as it could stretch. She turned to Flynn with a bright grin and shouted, "WON TON SOUP!!!!!" then chuckled as she turned back. Flynn laughed once through his nose.

Ten minutes into it, Sean Smith's scream croaked suddenly down into a powerfully rattling, exhaled vibration of his epiglottis, and then he puked a full stomach's worth of prison lunch into his drain - retched, heaved - the whir of the boil continued - snarled stomach acid in a slathery line from his lips, and then his scream whined back up to the same pitch and warbled now with a plaintive air in it. *Have I not suffered enough?* it seemed to say now. Cassandra suddenly laid her head back between her shoulders, shivering, bucking, and unleashed a spurt of cum four inches wide - Flynn could judge its width based on the distance - in a high arc all the way to the wall opposite him. It was a solid thirty-five feet and glossed the wall in a rough circular spot.

Flynn grinned openly as her ecstasy undulated her, legs kicking a little, waving up and down, rocking her whole body, toes curled as her feet twitched. Then it began to subside. Another massive spurt of cum across the room - this one landed across Steve Alexander's back - and her body slowly relaxed, legs lowering in hefts of her pulse. Flynn saw no more cum. Her feet rocked to the floor, found it, and she sat up.

It had now been twelve minutes and Sean Smith's screeching scream lowered to a begging falsetto, almost a contralto, warbling mightily with each pulse, mightily, mightily, and his pulse was telling Cassandra what she needed to know: this was the end. His pulse was saying, "CUT them away!!! CUT them away!!!" She staggered up, locked her knees and strode over the bench. Cum streamed glossy down her left thigh to her calf and she walked behind him, slid the bench back toward Flynn and held his nuts aloft out of the pot, sat with a huff, and turned a handle on the stove. The burner died and the water slowly calmed to steam. Sean Smith's warbling whine slowly descended over the course of a full minute. Sixty seconds is a long time to be in intolerable agony. Sean Smith had just suffered it for about twelve minutes.

Cassandra let his nuts down and his sack, to an inch above them, was the very same red as a boiled lobster. Sean Smith finally stopped screaming. Now he whined like a dog, as thin as a thread. Pure submission. She turned off the stove, took it from the bench and set it all on the floor to her left. His whine panted down to a pathetic mewl.

She stood and just as she did, Sean Smith's bowels finally released in a flood of watery shit over the floor. She held up her right foot, the one she was stepping with, and then backed away. His abdomen shuddered, hiccupped, and then lay still. She hosed him off quickly, rinsed the floor behind him and tossed the hose. "Here comes the best part, Sean!" she sang and pulled his nuts up, laid them on the bench, then hopped up behind him. She picked up her right foot and he whimpered, "Cut 'em off please! Please! Fucking cut 'em off!"

She wheezed a hard laugh and set her toes over his right testicle. He yiped quietly. She set her left toes over his left testicle. Another yipe and now he sobbed silently. "Your balls are hard-boiled now. Just like eggs. They don't produce sperm anymore and there's no blood flow to them. But unfortunately, one aspect of them still works perfectly, Sean! Your tunica albugineas, the testicle walls? They're extremely tough! Resilient! Their only job is to transmit pain signals to your brain! And they're about to do so!" She snarled, "A LOT!"

She slowly rocked her weight onto her toes. His whine returned, frail and quiet but steadily, terribly rising in volume first, then, ten seconds later, pitch as well. She bounced up and down, calves flexing and his whine burst into a full-voiced scream of horrified panic. It was the highest pitch Flynn had yet heard in this room and there was no dismay in it. Sean Smith no longer hoped to preserve his manhood. He wanted his balls to be taken from him. His scream halted then while she bounced with a grin and he dry-heaved a loud retch of nothing. She chuckled, then gasped and squealed as her toes descended to the bench with sputtery *thrumps*.

Sean Smith bawled out a weak screech, heaving with retches as the awful anguish ground and churned away in his guts. She opened her mouth wide in a grin of intense delight, leaned forward a bit and his scrotum ripped open in squirts of reddish orange meat between her toes. She laughed brightly in giddy, snorting mania and twisted her toes around as his screech weakened, thinned, and finally silenced into fast, shallow gasps. She breathed deep, shook her fluffy brown hair behind her, face to the ceiling, then licked her lips and stepped down. She picked up the hose and rinsed her feet, then set it down and pulled the bench away from him. His tattered sack flopped under him, swinging about seven inches from the floor. It was not bleeding.

She walked between the cages and sat on that of the next man, leaned forward and mocked him, "Aw! Aw! Aw! They ache so bad, don't they!? Ooohh! I bet you want me to cut them off, hmm? Well, as much as I'd love to crush your cords, there's no need to, Sean! So I'm just going to leave your poor splattered balls attached! Oh, no!! Ooey gooey agony! Aw!" She stood and walked out behind him. "But don't worry, babe! The pain will stop in about an hour. Plenty of time for you think about those horses."

Sean Smith would not suffer nearly as much as the man next to him.