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THE HITCHHIKER
I was driving along highway 175 on my way to Lac St-Jean, in Northern Quebec. I past through Quebec City 20 minutes ago, and was beginning the long 2 hour stretch of highway that winds it’s way straight North, through dense, thick, deserted forest. I loved driving up North, but I disliked this part of the highway. It was full of deer and moose, and many other animals. I would often spot moose along the side of the highway, and sometimes, I would come across terrible accidents involving cars and moose…often killing the moose and the drivers. Usually, I avoided driving this part of the highway at night, the most dangerous time for car-moose encounters. The sun had just gone down, and the last of the light sky was quickly fading. I was nervous, and extra alert. I noticed something moving along the side of the highway, about 250 meters away. I quickly slowed down, getting ready to make an emergency maneuver to avoid any large animals. As I approached, I noticed it was not a four-legged animal; rather, it was walking on two legs…two beautiful, shapely legs. Was I dreaming or hallucinating from the monotonous drive through the forest? I had heard stories about the hitchhiking fairy, the guardian of lonely travelers on these desolate northern roads. But it was just myths, urban legends, or were those stories actually true?
I came to a stop along side of her, and unlocked my doors. She opened the door, and asked for a lift up north. I told her it would be a pleasure to give her a ride. As she climbed in, I noticed that she was not some young kid bumming a ride. She appeared to be in her late forties, early fifties, but she was dressed like a schoolgirl. She had on a waist length brown leather bomber style jacket, and a knee length wool plaid skirt.
We exchanged small talk, asking each other about our backgrounds. I then told her that it was not safe for a woman to be out here, all-alone. These roads were full of all kinds of people, some you would rather not meet. She assured me that she could look after herself, and she frequently hitched rides along this road. I continued to drive along the highway, occasionally glancing over at her, trying to get a good look at her. She mentioned that it was hot in the car, and asked that I turn on the fresh cold air, from the outside. I did as she asked, even though I did not feel too hot in the car. Of course, I was all hot and bothered on the inside. I was alone in my car, with this gorgeous looking, middle aged woman sitting beside me. I was also quite excited by her being there, because, I am a Vaginalist. I adore, praise, worship, respect, honor and revere the majestic Vagina. Here I was, with this woman, and her glorious Vagina, inches away from me.
I did as she asked, and turned on some cool air, actually, the air was cold. She then removed her jacket, and I looked over at her for a few quick seconds. I almost drove the car into a tree. I could not take my eyes off of her. She was wearing a sheer white silk blouse, with an intricately laced white bra, underneath. It appeared that the bra was a bit too small for her ample bosom. The top third of her breasts were being pushed up and out of the top of her bra, and just a hint of her dark aureola could be seen. I was struggling to keep my concentration on the road. As the interior of the car rapidly cooled down, I could see out of the corner of my eye, her nipples becoming quite hard and erect. They were pushing against the fabric of her bra and blouse, making two quite large points in the front of her blouse. I was squirming inside myself, fighting the urge to look and stare at her, to reach over and touch her, to caress her.
I kept my eyes on the road, and drove in an awkward silence. I had all kinds of thoughts about her running through my mind, and I knew she could sense and read those thoughts. She then told me she was still hot, and she began to fan her skirt to get more cool fresh air on her legs. This was insane. I could barely contain myself. I was about to scream. Then, she lifted her bottom off the car seat, reached under her skirt, and slowly removed her panties. I started to slow down, and was about to pull over to the side of the road…I was sure I was going to have an accident on the road, or in my pants—probably both. She said softly,
“Keep driving”
“Yes, ma’am” I replied.
I continued cautiously down the road, at a reduced speed. When she was finished removing her panties, she rolled the black silk panties into a little ball.
“Open your mouth” she ordered.
I was stunned by the sharp tone of her voice, and the unusual request, but I did obey her request. She then stuffed the panties into my mouth.
In a stern voice, she said:
“You men are all alike. All you think about is tits and cunt, tits and cunt, tits and cunt. Well, I am not your normal, average tits and cunt. You will soon find out who I really am. You are not to make any sounds, just nod your head up and down, or side to side when I speak to you, and ask questions”.
I nodded up and down.
“Good boy, my pet, you do learn fast”, she said in a more soft sweet tone. She ordered me to keep driving along the highway, paying close attention to the road, and to keep my speed down. I nodded up and down.
“So tell me, my pet, did you pick me up because I was a woman, and you thought perhaps this woman, in gratitude of getting a ride, would jerk you off, or give you a blow job”.
Reluctantly, I nodded up and down.
“Typical”, she responded.
“Do you always get erections when you have a female passenger” she asked.
I then noticed she was looking down at the huge tent formed in my pants, and I felt quite embarrassed. I hesitated my response. She grabbed my face with one hand, and leaned in close to me, then in a very stern voice, barked out “answer my question you filthy male pig”. I was now getting scared, and slowly nodded up and down. She released my face, and told me I was a disgusting male, acting as a typical male. I was not sure what she meant by those remarks, but I still nodded up and down in agreement with her.
We drove on in total silence for another fifteen minutes. When she broke the silence, and ordered me to slow down, and to turn off on the dirt road up ahead. She told me:
“Drive down this dirt road, pig, until we get to the final destination”
I nodded up and down, but was now quite worried for my safety and what this woman had in mind. I could have stopped the car and jumped out, but then I would have been stranded out in the middle of now where. I drove for what seemed like hours, along this narrow dirt road, more like a path, actually. It was only twenty minutes after we turned off the highway, rounding a bend in the path, my headlights shined on a small rustic log cabin. She ordered me to park along side the cabin, and to follow her. I nodded up and down. She took out her keys, unlocked the rusty bolt, and led me into the cabin. It was pitch black, and I was completely blind. I was, however, overwhelmed by the various scents as I breathed in deeply through my nose…I still had the lady’s panties stuffed in my mouth. I could smell leathers, hay, lotions and soaps. Perhaps this was not an old cabin. Maybe it was a small stable. She ordered me to stand where I was. I nodded up and down, although I was certain that because it was so dark, she could not see me respond. I could hear her walking behind me, when suddenly I heard and saw the flash of a match being struck. She lit a candle, and then a few more. She slowly walked around the small cabin, lighting candles. As light began to appear, I could slowly make out the décor and furnishings. At first I could not believe what I saw, but as more candles were lit, I knew very well what was I was looking at. The cabin was quite sparse, with only a chair, and what appeared to be a sofa bed along one side. The rest of items shocked me in view. All along the walls hung various whips, riding crops, floggers, paddles, chains, wrist and ankle cuffs, and other assorted “torture” instruments. I also noticed a large wooden X, made out of four by four beams, complete with loop hooks at the extremities of the large X. In the middle of the floor, I noticed a raised coffee table, also with hooks at the four corners. I recognized all these props for what they were. I was a submissive male, a masochistic submissive male, and have been the recipient of all the various tools displayed around the cabin, for many years. Although I crave punishment, torture, and humiliation, I only seek those activities in a controlled setting, being performed by ladies I know and trust. I was starting to panic. I felt trapped by a crazed woman. She walked over to me, removed the panty gag, and ordered me to get naked. I was about to run out of the cabin, when she said:
“Don’t bother trying to escape, the door is bolted shut, and locked. The tiny window is too small for you to climb out of. You are trapped here with me, and unless you obey me one hundred percent, you may never leave here”.
I was almost crying with fear. She yelled at me to get undressed. I silently obeyed her.
“Good pet, don’t ever make me repeat my commands, you don’t want to know what the consequences for disobedience are”.
I simply hung my head, and spoke softly “yes, ma’am”.
When I was naked, she reached down, grabbed my testicles, squeezed hard, and ordered me to follow her. As if I had a choice. There is an old saying:” when you have a man by his balls, his heart and mind will follow”
She led me over to the cross, attached leather-restraining straps to my wrists and ankles. She then attached my ankles and wrists to the large wooden X. I was painfully stretched out, completely exposed, vulnerable, and at the mercy of this woman. She walked over to the far wall, and from the shelf, she returned with a large candle. She lit the candle, and set it down on the floor, beside my right foot. She then looked at me, from head to toe, slowly examining every inch of me. She reached out, and gently cupped my testicles. She began to massage them, and knead them. She then ran her trim red fingernails along my hardening shaft. She stoked me a few times, and I could see a grin on her face. I was rock hard, with my penis head pointing straight up to the ceiling. She released my genitals, and picked up the candle, and held it up close to my face. Then she asked me:
“Have you ever had a hot wax, my pet”?
“No ma’am” I nervously replied.
“Well then, my pet, we are both in for a treat”
With one hand, she grabbed my contracting testicles, preventing them from escaping her, and pulled on them to make sure they were extended as far as possible. As she kept her grip on my balls, she slanted the candle over slightly, so that the melted wax on the top started to drip off. The wax dripped right onto my hard penis. The first few drops were quite painful, and I could feel my erection lessening. She knew what my reaction was going to be, so she released her iron grip on my testicles, and instead, gently massaged them. Despite the burning of the hot wax on my penis, the testicle stimulation was enough to help me maintain and increase the intensity of my erection. Soon, I had a phallus covered in hot wax; I no longer felt the hot liquid. My penis was completely covered, as were my balls, in hot wax. The first drops of wax had already hardened, and the wax had given me a giant set of genitals. I looked like I had King Kong cock and balls. It actually felt kind of nice. Completely enveloped in a warm, hard covering. When she was satisfied, she blew out the candle. She then walked over to the tiny window, opened it, and from the outer sill, produced a pitcher of ice water. She approached me, and said: “this is the most difficult part of my work”.
She slowly pored some ice-cold water onto the giant wax cock. The wax cooled off, and hardened rapidly. My real genitals had the opposite reaction. As soon as the cold water was felt, through the wax, my penis shrank so fast, and my testicles contracted so fast, that she had to catch the wax phallus that was falling off my shrunken testicles. She laughed out loud:
“Happens all the time. You men are all alike”
“ What happens, ma’am”?
“Your pathetic genitals shrink to a size no larger than those of a field mouse, as soon as they come in contact with a bit of cold water”.
She was right, of course. I looked down at myself. My balls had completely disappeared into my lower stomach, and my penis was reduced to the size of a walnut. It looked like I did not have a penis at all. Instead, it would appear all I had between my legs was a large clitoris. She made that exact remark:
“Now you are looking much better like that”.
She reached up and unhooked my hands, and then bent down and unfastened my ankles. She did, however, keep the leather straps fixed to my wrists and ankles.
Suddenly, she slapped my face hard, and yelled at me:
“Get on your hands and knees, scum, and follow close behind me”
“Yes, ma’am” I replied.
I followed her over to a small, waist high counter, along one of the walls of the cabin. She then told me to stand up, and to do exactly as I was told.
“Yes, ma’am” I replied.
She had the wax casing that was formed by my penis, and was examining it very carefully.
“I think this will do just fine’ she said.
“What will, ma’am” I asked.
“This mould, you slut, what did you think I was doing” she quickly responded.
“I do not know, ma’am. I am just a bit confused, and also worried”
“Good, you male pig, you have every reason to be worried. Now, get me down that large can from the top shelf”.
“Yes, ma’am” I replied, as I struggled the reach the top shelf and retrieve her can.
Inside the can was a pinkish powder, which looked a lot like pink sugar. She carefully measured a cup of powder, and mixed it with some warm water, in a bowl on the counter. The powder was transformed into slick putty that resembled the putty used by dentist to make mould and impressions of teeth. She continued to mix the putty until the consistency was just right. Then she poured it into my penis mould. After only a few minutes, she said:
“I think it is done. Time to check on my creation”
She took the putty filled wax mould, and cracked it on the edged of the counter, the same way you would crack open a hard boiled egg. She carefully peeled away all the wax, to reveal an exact replica of my recently erect penis, complete with hanging testicles. The details were amazingly accurate, and include all the bulging veins, and cherry like glans.
I was aghast at the sight of her holding “my” genitals in her hands. She then ordered me to my knees, and to once again follow close behind her.
“Climb up on the coffee table, and remain there on your hands and knees, slut”
“Yes, ma’am” I replied.
I had a sense of what was going to happen next, and was not pleased at all. Once on the coffee table, she spread my legs as far apart as possible, without my knees falling over the edges of the coffee table. She then proceeded to attach my wrist and ankle straps to the hocks fastened to the four corners of the table. I was helpless. She walked behind me, reached between my legs, and violently grabbed my balls, squeezing hard, and pulling them backwards between my legs. With her other hand, she attached a tiny leather strap, tightly, around my balls. It looked like I had a very small leather dog collar around my balls…. complete with a “D” ring to attach a leash. She then took my penis replica, and attached a similar leather collar to it. She showed it to me very close up, and remarked:
“See, slut, it looks identical to yours”
“Yes, ma’am, it does appear that way” I replied.
“Have you ever been fucked, pig” she asked.
“Only with fingers, butt plugs, and small vibrators, ma’am”
“Well then, you certainly are going to get a big surprise”
“What”, I nervously replied.
“You are about to find out exactly what it feels like to get fucked. To get fucked with your very own “cock”, slime”
“Please, ma’am, don’t. I will do anything for you, anything” I begged.
It was too late. She produced a tube of “KY” lube, and greased up my “cock” She slowly walked around me, with the sound of her heels cracking down on the wooden floor echoing throughout the cabin. As I feared she would do, she stopped behind me. I could feel the sweat, dripping from my arms and thighs. She took a little dap of lube on the tip of her finger, and gently rubbed it around my anus. Then, slowly, she started to penetrate me with my “cock” I was petrified, and feared the worse. But, she was surprisingly gentle, and careful. She took great care in not tearing any skin, or ripping the inside of my anus. She even paused for a moment, when the tip of my “cock” rubbed against my prostrate. She seemed to know exactly where it was, and how to stimulate it. The results were instant. I became incredibly hard.
“Excellent, my pet, that is precisely what I want to see” she whispered.
“Yes, ma’am, thank you, ma’am” I replied.
She continued on inserting my “cock” inside of me, until it was in all the way. I could feel my testicles touching the balls on my “cock”. A most strange sensation. She then attached a metal clip, joining the “D” ring on my testicle collar to the “D” ring in my “balls” collar. She started to withdraw the “cock” from me, and because my testicles and “balls” were attached to each other, it pulled my testicles painfully behind me, stretching them to the point of almost tearing them off as she fully removed the “cock” from my ass. She repeated the insertion, which was less painful this time, and it also released the tension on my testicles. I welcomed her fucking me again, and I thanked her. She repeated this in and out thrusting many times. After every insertion, I had to thank her. Eventually, because of the tight collar around my testicles, and the repeated pulling on them. I lost all feeling in my testicles. They were all dark blue and purple. She took a good look at my swollen testicles, and said:
“I was afraid that was going to happen”
“Afraid what was going to happen, ma’am” I replied.
“Your sorry balls, slave, they have fallen asleep. I have no choice but to wake them up”
“How do you plan to wake them up, ma’am”, I asked.
“Shut up, slut, I did not ask for your comments. All you have to do is lie there….I have to do all the work, damm” she spat out angrily.
“Yes, ma’am”
She unhooked me, and turned me over so I was lying on my back. My legs were hanging over the edge of the coffee table that was low enough for my feet to rest on the floor. My hands were crossed and resting on my stomach. I had strict orders to never touch myself without her permission. I followed her instructions completely. I was in no mood to find out how she would react if I disobeyed her. She then did something absolutely unexpected. She reached behind her, unclasped a hook, and removed her skirt. She never did replace those panties she removed in the car. She was so beautiful, and silky smooth. Not a trace of hair or any stubble. She was as bare as the day she was born. The sight of her smooth pussy hypnotized me. She approached me, and lifted one leg over me, and then stood over me, over my face, facing my feet. I could not believe it. I was flat on my back; with testicles so sore and swollen I could not longer feel them. I stared up at her glorious Vagina…mesmerized. My face, my lips, my mouth were only inches away from that magnificent marvel, that wonderful sight, that most powerful force known. Her Vagina was like a giant magnet, pulling me towards her. I had strict instructions to keep my head flat on the table. All I could do was look at her, and take in deep breaths, hoping to catch a brief whiff of her glorious odor. Then, as if by magic, I could see a golden drop of her precious fluid slowly travel down from the tip of her harden clitoris, towards the bottom edge of her protruding labia. The drop seemed to hang there, indefinitely. This was a very cruel torture. I could not stand it any longer. Suddenly, magically, the drop fell. I held out my tongue as far as possible, straining to catch that most precious drop. It fell onto the very tip of my tongue. I shivered as I retracted my tongue, and was able to taste her power. She leaned over, and unfastened the collar that was around my testicles. I still did not have any feeling in them. She told me:
“I will quickly get feeling back into those pathetic little balls of your, slut”
“Yes ma’am, thank you, ma’am”
She grabbed my penis in one hand, and started to slap my testicles with her other hand.
“Tell me when you start to feel the slaps, slut”
“Yes, ma’am, I certainly will”
She started to slap my testicles, slowly and lightly, at first. As she increased her rhythm and intensity of the slaps, her body began to move and shake. I was still looking up at her glorious Vagina as more and more drops started to fall. I kept my tongue out to catch them all. I was floating in heaven. The sweet, intoxicating taste of her precious fluid was like a powerful drug for me. Eventually, the slaps started to hurt, but I did not want to stop drinking her golden drops. I tried to resist as long as possible, her slapping on my sore, swollen testicles. She realized what I was doing, and became quite angry. She pressed herself down onto my face, and gave my testicles some very severe, hard blows. I would have screamed or cried out for her to stop, but her Vagina muffled any sounds I could make. I tried to push her off me, but she was too strong. She remained firmly planted, with her Vagina squashing my face, and her hands beating my testicles. I think I passed out.
When I regained my senses, she was off of me, on her knees, beside me. She quietly said:
“You have been good, my pet, so I have decided to reward you”
“Thank you, ma’am” I replied, puzzled.
She got up, and once again stepped over me, slowly lowering her Vagina to within an inch of my face.
“Go ahead, my dear, enjoy your self”
“Oh yes, ma’am, thank you ma’am”
I took in deep breaths, inhaling as much of her scent as possible. Then, a stuck out my tongue, and began to lick her, and to lick up all the precious fluid I could see. I sucked on her clitoris like a staving baby sucks a nipple. I explored her labia, twirling my tongue around her inner and outer lips. I sucked on her protruding labia. I continued my tongue, parting her labia, and caressing her. I circled her urethra with my tongue, and tried sucking out her golden nectar. I then ran my tongue slowly towards her vaginal opening, and slowly inserted my tongue. Diving in into her as deep as possible. She was now gushing sweet juices, and I drank as much as I could, the overflow drenching my face. I could feel her start to tremble.
“Enough” she cried out.
“Yes, ma’am” I said sadly, as I stopped caressing her with my tongue.
She then stepped forward a few steps, stopped, and slowly lowered herself onto my rigid shaft. I was breathless. I could not believe what was happening; yet I was overjoyed.
She continued thrusting herself up and down on me, increasing the speed of her thrusts. I thought the table was going to crack from the stress and pounding she was transmitting down through me with every thrust. As she continued, she told me, in shortened breath:
“When I stop, just open your mouth as wide as possible”
“As you wish, ma’am”
She continued for a few more thrusts, until her body began to shake and quiver uncontrollably. She quickly got off my hard penis, and as instructed, I opened my mouth as wide as possible. She stepped back towards my face, squashed her Vagina down over my mouth, and proceeded to have an earth shaking orgasm; She released a gallon of sweet fluid, which I drank greedily. She got off me, and then helped me up from the table. She led me by the hand over to the only chair in the cabin. She collapsed into the chair, and told me she was thirsty.
“Go over to the window, my pet, open it, and bring me the bottle and glass that are on the outer edge”.
“Yes, ma’am, right away, ma’am”
I went over to the window, opened it, and retrieved the bottle and glass. The bottle was an icy cold bottle of expensive Champaign. I poured her a glass, and handed it to her.
“Thank you, pet, I may have some use for you after all”
“Yes, ma’am” as I bowed my head in humility.
She quickly finished her glass, and I poured her another. This glass she drank more slowly.
“Sit down, my pet, at my feet, facing me”
“Yes, ma’am”
I sat down as ordered, facing her, between her legs. All I could do was look at, and stare at her majestic Vagina. She could see the smile on my face. She began to contact her vaginal muscles, and I could actually see her labia opening and closing. It was the most wondrous sight. I had read about this special talent that some women possessed, but I never thought I would ever see it, in the flesh. She had a little grin on her face, and asked me:
“Are you thirsty, my pet”?
“Yes, ma’am, very thirsty, indeed”
“Well, Champaign is too good for little sluts, but you can have the left overs”
“Left overs, ma’am”?
“Yes, come closer, open your mouth and press your lips against my vulva. Form a tight seal and don’t let any drops escape”
I leaned forward and did as I was told. As soon as my lips touched her, she let go a river of her golden nectar. It was gushing our so hard and fast, I almost chocked, but I did manage to contain it all. I felt so good and warm inside. I was so lucky. She was share with me. She was giving to me what was inside of her. She was sharing herself with me. She was feeding me. I felt so honored. When she finished, she slowly raised my head.
“Good boy, now clean me up properly, like a good little pet”
“Yes, ma’am”
I carefully licked all around her vulva, and in between her labia. I cleaned her up better than she could have done herself.
“Now, my pet, you have been so good, so obedient, I have decided to give you a reward. You are permitted to stroke yourself, to masturbate”
“Oh, ma’am, thank you ma’am”
As I started to stroke myself, she said:
“No my pet, not like that. Come closer to me, lie on your back, but with your legs propped up on my shoulders, so only your head and shoulders are touching the floor.”
I was almost vertically upside down. She had placed a pillow under my head and shoulders for comfort. As I stroked myself, she unfastened the ankle straps, and tossed them aside.
I was about to start the most volcanic eruption, when she gently removed my hand from my penis, grabbed my penis with her hand, and continued to stroke me. I started to shake. My breathing was rapid, my whole body tremble, ready to explode.
“Open your mouth, my pet, you’ve earned this”
I did not reply. I simply opened my mouth just as a strong jet of hot white jism shot from my penis. My cum scored a direct hit to back of my throat, and several more powerful streams of cum quickly followed. I ate it all.
She released me, and I curled up on the floor, staying motionless for several minutes. As my breathing regained it’s normal pace, she told me to slowly stand up, she said:
“I have one final task for you, and then you are free to go”
“Yes, ma’am, as you wish, ma’am”
I stood up, and was ordered to turn around, facing away from her.
“Place your hands in your back, slave”
“Yes, ma’am” as I responded to her command. Relieved that she was going finally remove those irritating wrist cuffs.
I was surprised and shocked, as she did not remove the straps. Instead, she locked them together, forcing my hands to remain in my back.
“Turn around, male, now your final initiation begins”
“Yes, ma’am” I replied, panic returning to my voice, as I slowly turned around.
“Step closer to me, useless worn” she barked.
“Yes, ma’am”
She then fastened a leather shoelace tightly around my testicles.
Oh no, I thought, not again. How much pent up rage does this woman have. I can’t take any more of this. My genitals are so sore and swollen; they are at their limits. She stood up, and I had no choice but to follow her. She held the other end of the lace in her hand, and was pulling up on it, forcing me to walk on my toes. Fortunately, the cabin was small, and we only needed a few steps to get to the far wall. At the wall, my legs were up against the counter edge, and she lifted my cock and balls up over the edge, so they were resting on the counter top. It was most uncomfortable. The counter was just high enough so that I had to stand on the balls of my feet, to keep my genitals in place, as she ordered.
Then she took the loose end of the leather lace, pulled it painfully tight, and tied to loose end around a hook in the wall. The pain was excruciating. Were I not tied to the wall, I would have collapsed in a heap. Then, she produced another leather lace, formed a slipknot at one end, passed my penis head through the knot, and pulled tight on the knot. My glans quickly tuned dark red, and felt like it was on fire. She tied the loose end of that lace to the same hook in the wall. I was on my toes, with my genitals painfully stretched to their limit.
“Now the fun part begins, male pig” she snickered
I just bowed my head, too tired, too scared, and too vulnerable to say or do anything. She reached under the counter and took out a small plumbers welding torch kit.
“Oh no, oh shit, please no, fuck, I am so sorry, so so sorry” I pleaded with her, as I sobbed.
“Shut up slut” as she slapped my face. “I did not ask you to speak, nor do I permit my slaves to use profanity”. She crashed her hand down hard on my stretched out testicles. I nearly passed out in pain.
She then took a torch flint from under the counter, held it to the torch head, sparked it, as she turned on the gas from the welding torch. The stream of flame shot out from the torch with the high hissing sound of a jet engine. I was beside myself. I could not believe a woman could be this cruel. All my life I sought women to do painful things to me, to torture, punish, and humiliate me. But, I never thought it go to such extremes. I was now crying like a baby, pleading with her to show mercy. I no longer cared if I was breaking protocol, I was pleading for my life. She just looked at me, and stared into my eyes. I could now see evil in her eyes, I could see The Beast within her. She laughed.
“You scum men are all alike, you all end up crying and begging”.
“Oh please lady, please show me some mercy”
“You don’t deserve mercy, scum” she spat out.
As the torch warmed up, she leaned close to my ear, and whispered:
“This is the part I enjoy the most, the sound, sight, and smell as I use my torch”
I did not reply. What was left to say. I just wished for some superior force to show me mercy. She turned up the gas, and the flame shot out, hotter and stronger. She reached under the counter, and brought up a round cylinder, about the size of a medium cigar. She placed the flame directly on this cylinder, and it rapidly melted. I was now completely puzzled. What was she up to? She then walked over to the coffee table, and returned with my “cock”. She also brought back a small wooden plaque…the kind used to mount small trophies or awards. She dipped the base of my “cock” in the melted cylinder, and then placed the “cock” on the wooden plaque. She glued the “cock” to the plaque. She glued the “cock” to the plaque, I repeated in my head. Oh my! Oh my! It took a few moments for me to regain my breath, to regain my senses. Then she reached under the counter and produced a small brass nametag, and a battery powered engraver.
“What is your name, my pet” she whispered in my ear.
“p. p. p. p. paul, ma’am “ I managed to shudder.
“Excellent, my pet”
She proceeded to engrave my name and the date, in an exquisite script, onto the brass plaque. Then she raised the finished plaque, and held it in front of me.
“What do you think, my pet”
“It looks wonderful, ma’am, a great souvenir, ma’am”
“Oh yes, pet, it will be a great addition to my collection”
She reached over to the wall I was facing, and removed the dark curtain that was covering it. I t took a few seconds for me to realize what I was looking at. On the wall, were dozens and dozens of plaques, similar to the one she had just made in front of me. I was spellbound, as I stared at all the “cock” mounted on the wall. There were every size, shape, cut and uncut, all in various stages of arousal. This was unreal, I was in the Twilight Zone. She took a step closer to the wall, and lit a few more candles. My eyes slowly adjusted to the changing light. It was then that I noticed something different from my “cock” and all the other “cocks” mounted on the wall. I noticed she did not use the same glue. The glue she used on the wall “cocks” was brown, not the clear glue she used for mine. Also, she was quite messy with her glue on the wall “cocks”. The glue appeared to have been applied too heavily, and it was smeared all over the plaques. I stared at them for several minutes, and then I suddenly realized what I was looking at. My heart sank into my stomach. It can’t be. No way. This is completely nuts, I thought. She leaned close to my ear, and whispered:
“This is for you, paul, it was your destiny”
She reached under the counter, and produced a large shiny meat cleaver. I begged her, pleaded with her:
“Please ma’am, don’t do it. I will give you anything I have, pay you any amount of money” I cried.
“Money can’t buy what I am about to take, male pig”
She began to raise the meat cleaver high above her head. I tried to pull away, but the leather laces were too tight, and firmly held me in place. I was not crying, like a baby. I knew all hope was gone. As she started to arc the cleaver down, I took one last look into her eyes. She was no longer the same woman. She was a different woman, a possessed woman. She had a crazed animal look in her eyes. The meat cleaver came down hard, with the speed of lightning, and the sound of thunder. I closed my eyes, hoping it would not hurt too much, and I that I would mercifully bleed to death as quickly as possible. The cleaver made a huge crash. Then. I felt nothing. I felt no pain, nor could I feel my genitals. I opened my eyes, and to my relief, my penis and testicles were still attached. She had used the meat cleaver to sever the leather laces. I collapsed to the floor. She then took a small bottle of brown nail polish, and applied liberal amounts of nail polish around the base of my “cock” mounted on the plaque. She turned it around, to show me:
“Looks pretty authentic, don’t you think”?
I just nodded. I was speechless. She ordered me to get dressed. She fished out another pair of black panties, slipped them on, and then put on her skirt. We left her cabin, got into my car, and resumed my trip up North. Just at the edge of town, I could see the sun start to rise. I thought I would never see that again. She told me to pull over, and she got out of the car. I drove back onto the highway, and noticed in my rearview mirror, she had crossed the highway to the other side. A car passed me going back the other way. I then noticed the brake lights coming on the car, it stopped, and she got into the car…….
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