3 comments/ 16631 views/ 3 favorites Pro By: bassbelly This is a story about what it takes to be in professional sports. For you little censors out there, note that sex doesn't enter the picture until all the characters are eighteen or older. --------------------------------------- The first time she saw him she was only twelve but she knew that one day he would be hers and hers alone. She practically ran home after school that day. "Mama," she chattered excitedly, "I saw the cutest boy at school today. I want to date him!" "Now Monique, you know you are too young to date. What is so wonderful about this kid? I've never seen you act like this over a boy," her mother, Cybil, chided. "I don't know mom. There is just something different about him. I'm afraid that if I don't get to date him, some slut will come zooming in and he'll be gone forever!" "If he is worth anything, he can stand a slut assault. You guys are so young! Later on, if you still like him, you can date him, okay?" "Okay mom, but can I still be friends with him?" "Of course honey. Just don't do anything stupid." It took a year for Monique to bring him home. "Mama, this is Gerald Pearson. He's the one I told you about!" she squeaked. After seeing Gerald, Monique's mom could easily see what had attracted her daughter. Gerald was tall with short curly blond hair. He had a winning smile and exuded an air of confidence when he talked. "I'm very pleased to meet you Mrs. Moraine. Monique has told me a lot about you. I must say that I can see where see gets her beauty." A little shiver ran down Cybil's spine. She knew that his boy would eventually take her daughter and she knew there was nothing she could do about it. He moved with the grace of a tiger. Just looking at him, she knew he was very strong. He was quite handsome and well mannered. "Come in the living room and sit down," Cybil said. Both teenagers followed her into the room. "Have a seat," she instructed. With a note of finality in her voice, Cybil told them, "Since you are both going through puberty, I want to discuss some things related to young teenagers. First," she said looking directly at Gerald, "My daughter is too young to be sexually active. You are too. You only have one chance to do this the right way and if you blow it, the consequences can be horrendous. Do you understand?" "Yes maam," Gerald answered. "We discussed this in sex education class and Monique has decided she wants to be a virgin when she gets married. So do I. I'm not saying your fears are groundless because Monique is a truly beautiful person and anyone who is around her will be sorely tempted but I promise you that I'll be chaste until we are much older." "Yes mama, I know that our hormones will boil from time to time but we will just have to exercise some control over our temptations. When the time is right and if Gerald is the right one then I will give myself to him." They seemed entirely too level headed for thirteen year olds, but Cybil knew that enough had been said for now. "Okay, so much for the morality lecture. How are you doing in school Gerald?" "I am getting straight "A"s. Next year I'm going to be the quarterback on the football team. Until then I have a part time job at my dad's feed store." Somehow that seemed to relieve Cybil. If only he weren't so damned perfect! She fed them some grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch and then they escaped to the park. "Sometimes mama can be such a pain!" exclaimed Monique. "You should be glad she is looking out for you. Some mothers don't give a damn about their kids." "I suppose you're right. Let's walk around the pond and then I have to go home." Hand in hand they toured the park. They held hands all the way home. On the front porch she kissed his cheek. "Thanks for a great time Gerald." "Anything for you Monique." It was two years before Cybil let them date. They came into the house one day for lunch after walking in the park. Cybil looked at Gerald and said, "If you like my daughter so much, why don't you take her to a ball game or a movie?" "Oh wow!!! Really? I didn't know we could date. Monique, I want to take you to a movie." "Okay," she accepted demurely. "Thanks mama." On the first date they sat way up in the back of the balcony holding hands and looking at each other. "We're not watching much of the movies," Monique observed. "I'm not here to watch the movie. I came here to look at you up close and personal." "In that case," she giggled, "you should at least put your arm around me so I can't escape." "Good idea," agreed Gerald. He slipped his arm around her while still holding one of her hands. "You're so sweet," she remarked, reaching up to kiss his cheek. He kissed her forehead and they settled into each other. By the time the movie was over they were both smiling and happy. Gerald walked her home. When she opened the door she suddenly pulled his head down to her and briefly pecked his lips. Cybil watched through the living room curtains and knew it wouldn't be long until they got really serious. "Did you have a good time?" Cybil asked her. "Oh mama, it was great! I even kissed him goodnight." "Well, just be careful. These things can get out of hand fast when you are young." "We'll be okay mama. We made a promise and we'll keep it." By the time they were seniors, Gerald's athletic prowess was known throughout the region. He was recruited on a full athletic scholarship to the University of Southern California. Monique's grades were good enough for the honor roll. She applied for and obtained a scholarship to the same school. Cybil was happy for the kids but she knew it wouldn't be long until they wouldn't be able to restrain themselves. "So what are your intentions toward my daughter?" Carol inquired of Gerald. "You must know by now that I'm in love with her. I intend to marry her this summer before we go to college because I know I won't be able to control myself if I'm around her all the time." "Does she know what your plans are?" "Not yet. I've bought her a ring and I'm going to give it to her today unless you have some major objection." "Actually Gerald, I've been hoping for something like this from the first day I met you. I will be proud and happy to have you as a son." Gerald let out a big sigh. "You can't imagine how relieved I am to hear that! I had envisioned all sorts of negative scenarios. I really love your daughter." "I've known about that since you two were in junior high. Be good to her. Don't ever hurt her and I'll love you forever." Cybil hugged him to her and kissed his cheek. Then she sat on the sofa and softly sobbed. Monique came into the room. "What's wrong mama? Gerald, did you say something to my mama?" "Yes I did. Sit down on the sofa. You need to hear this too." Monique sat down and her heart sank. She was sure Gerald, her true love, was going to dump her. Gerald knelt in front of her and produced the ring. "Make me the happiest man alive and say you'll marry me," he begged as he slipped the engagement ring on her finger. She jumped off the sofa and pinned him to the floor. "Of course I'll marry you Gerald. I've spent years tracking you down. I've dreamed of this moment from the day I first met you. I love you!" Cybil smiled down at the young people as they kissed each other deeply. "Okay guys, let's have some lunch," she said. "Wait a minute mama. I haven't had enough of my fiancé!" Monique kissed him again as her mother departed for the kitchen. Then she helped him to his feet. He grinned at her, hoisted her off the ground and squeezed her tight while kissing her again. "Get a room!" Cybil's voice rang from the kitchen. "You shouldn't even suggest such a thing mama. I might kidnap him and drag him off to my room." "Go ahead! It's about time you two got serious!" "Oh mama, I was just kidding. In only three weeks we'll be married. Don't forget that we made a promise." "I may drag you off to your room myself!" exclaimed Gerald. "I could eat you for lunch!" Just as he was getting ready to carry her away, Cybil arrived with a platter of BLT's and soup. "Thank you mama! You have saved me from a ravenous beast who was going to carry me off and eat me!" "I'm going to the bank right after lunch. Maybe he can have you for desert." "Mama! Are you pimping me out?" "Draw your own conclusions. You're a big girl. Do whatever spins your prop!" All three of them ate lunch. Carol headed for the bank. "Do you think she was serious?" Monique asked Gerald. "I don't know about her but I know I was serious. Let's go to your room and we'll explore some possibilities," Gerald grinned. "Well, okay as long as we stop short of the big moment. I want to save that for our wedding night." She grabbed his hand and led him to her room. Once inside she gripped his cock through his pants and guided him to her bed. They sat down together and engaged in a deep, deep lover's kiss. "Take your pants off," she grunted. Gerald dropped his pants and his boxers. His cock sprang free and upright in front of her. She grabbed it and licked the drop of precum from the end. "It's beautiful," she remarked and then she swallowed as much of his cock as she could. Gerald had never felt anything like that in his life. He thought he might cum immediately. "Monique that feels so damned good. You're gonna make me cum in your mouth!" She pulled his hard dick from her mouth and smiled up at him. "Well, yeah! That's the object of this exercise!" She inhaled him again, sucking him off while she massaged his nuts. She felt him swell in her mouth so she squeezed his balls and he went off like a howitzer. It was hot and sweet and salty. It had a strange flavor but it was a flavor she knew she liked. After all, it was Gerald! Gerald was lying back on her bed twitching and moaning lightly. "Oh honey, that was they most fantastic thing I've ever felt." "I'm glad you like it 'cause I'll be doing lots more of it! Now it's my turn," she said as she slid her panties to the floor and hoisted her dress over her breasts. Gerald stared at her pussy. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She leaned back on the edge of the bed and Gerald crawled in between her legs. "I hope I do this right. I've never eaten a pussy before," he confessed. "I would be disappointed if you had. You've been my boyfriend since before we were old enough for this kind of thing. Now, you may lick me. Suck on my clit. Make me cum!" The closer Gerald got to her pussy, the better he liked it. He knew he would spend many happy hours worshipping at Monique's love altar. Her pussy was perfect. It looked like a rose carved into her body. He gently licked her folds. She moaned. "More, more, harder!" she begged. Gerald began licking her in earnest. He quickly located her clit and sucked it into his lips. He didn't know what else to do with it so he rubbed it with his tongue. Monique went insane! She almost broke his nose as her hips shot off the mattress. "Oh God!!!" she cried. Gerald knew he had discovered something good so he went right back to massaging her clit with his tongue. An ocean of fluid was draining from her and he licked it all up. She tasted so good! She was still bucking like the main attraction at the rodeo. He held her hips tight into his mouth so she wouldn't throw him off. He felt her start to shake, her pussy lips quivering as he sucked her to her climax. She collapsed, exhausted and he held her tight and kissed her lips. "When we're married, you've got to eat me every day!" "It's a deal! We may have to explore the wonders of sixty nine." "Okay, let's do it now." "Your mom will be home soon. We don't want our moaning and grunting to permeate the house while she's here." "That's true. If real sex is anything like oral sex, we're going to have all kinds of fun," she remarked playfully. They got dressed just in time. Mama came through the door as they were settling into the sofa. She immediately noticed that they had been engaged in some kind of physical activity. As she got closer, she detected the sweet aroma of sex. "How far did you guys go?" she asked with an innocent look on her face. "Uh, well, er, ah we just tried some preliminary stuff," Gerald stuttered. "Yeah, you know, exploratory things," Monique affirmed. "Don't worry. You guys aren't in trouble. Actually, I'm surprised that Monique doesn't have a couple of kids already!" "Mama!" cried Monique, "That's not what we promised!" "Yeah, I know but it's just so seldom that young, horny teenagers can keep those kinds of promises. I know I never could." Monique and Gerald looked at her with questions in their eyes. "No, I'm not going to reveal the secrets of my misspent youth. You will just have to guess." Gerald and Monique spent a great deal of time kissing and feeling each other up over the course of the next three weeks. By their wedding day they were a couple of panting, sweating, horny animals. Monique was quivering in anticipation as they said their vows. Gerald was a complete bundle of nerves too. He kissed her at the appropriate time and didn't want to let her go. If they hadn't been in a church, they would have done it right there on the floor. They raced outside to the waiting limo which hauled them to Monique's house where they changed clothes. The private jet jumped off the ground at LAX and headed for Aspen. He almost did her in the airplane but sanity prevailed. The Aspen limo took them to their honeymoon cottage high in the Rockies. The chauffer carried their bags inside and then left. Gerald scooped up his prize and carried her across the threshold. As soon as her feet touched the ground she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his hungry lips down to hers. "We're overdressed," she panted. Gerald picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He sat her gently on the bed. She kicked her shoes off while he fiddled around with the zipper on her dress. Her hands found his pants and she slowly stripped them from him. He pulled her dress off and stroked her magnificent breasts through her bra. She pulled his shirt from him and soon he was dressed in only his boxers. Removing her bra revealed her twin mounds. The nipples were small and pink and hard. His boxers and her panties hit the floor about the same time. They hugged each other naked for the first time. "This is so much better without clothes," she whispered. "Touch me." He massaged her breasts as they fell onto the bed. Sucking her nipples one at a time made her moan with pleasure. His hand dropped to her dampening prize and he rubbed her vulva. "This is gonna be so good," she quietly remarked as she jacked his cock slowly. "Now is the time for us to try that sixty nine stuff," he replied, shifting his position so her pussy was directly over his watering mouth. Her aroma was wonderfully intense as her body prepared for the ultimate pleasure. He lapped up the drops of dew that were dripping from her swollen sex. His tongue found her slit and he licked it just as her lips closed over his throbbing cock. He almost came at the first sign of suction but managed to hold off as he licked her clit. She tried to scream but his cock was down her throat so all she could do was produce a little humming sound that was driving him crazy. "Wait a minute," he exclaimed, "I want to be in you when we cum for the first time together." She crawled up his body and they engaged in a deep lover's kiss. She felt so good lying on him. "Now is the time, isn't it?" she whispered. "Yes honey, this is it. Our first time. We'll remember this forever." She rolled onto her back and he mounted her. Soon his cock was at her entrance. "This is going to hurt a little, but I'm a big girl now and I'm so ready to feel you inside me. Do it! Do me! Make me yours!" Her cherry popped as soon as he entered her. She squeaked a little but she didn't shed a tear. Slowly he sank into her until his cock was in as far as it would go. He held still within her, giving her time to adjust to him. Both of them were sweating lightly, their perspiration started to mingle with their love juices. "Oh Gerald, it feels better than I had ever hoped. Come on. Let's do it hard!" With that she started to hump against him causing his cock to slip in and out of her. He got the idea and started pumping into her. She rammed her tongue into his mouth and he twisted his tongue around hers. They moaned deeply into the kiss as their genitals pounded together. She felt complete, all she needed was a big shot of semen and all her dreams would come true. Gerald felt that feeling down deep in his balls. "I'm gonna cum in you," he panted. She was breathing so hard she couldn't reply. Her orgasm was at hand. She screamed as her cunt clamped down on his pulsating member. Then she felt his cum squirting into her. It was better than she had ever dreamed. She hugged him harder as he emptied his nuts into her. "Leave it in me," she puffed. "Forever," he replied. They drifted down from their orgasmic high. She giggled. "What's funny?" he asked. "It's not funny. I just realized I'm not a virgin anymore. You have relieved me of my innocence." She rolled on top of him and bounced on his deflating cock a few times. Much to her chagrin, it fell out. "Oh, boo!" she pouted. "I'm a little sore but I want some more." "So do I, but we'll have to wait for nature to pump it back up," he replied. "I think nature may need a hand!" she exclaimed, grabbing his wet cock and squeezing it rhythmically. In a few minutes it started to swell in her hand. The more she squeezed, the harder it got. She jumped on top of Gerald and rammed their cock into her hungry pussy. "Home again!" she gleefully remarked as she started bouncing up and down on his now hard rod. "I don't want to ever stop. This is as good as life is going to get!" she declared. "Yes, yes," he cried as he thrust his hips into the air. His cock slid deeper into her as she happily bounced toward her reward. Her pussy twitched and quivered, signaling the approach of her next climax. He felt her clinch their cock as she screamed her release. She collapsed in a shaking heap on top of him as he filled her with the stuff she craved. Her heavy breathing indicated her reluctant return to the real world. She sat up. They were still coupled. She could feel his juices slipping around in her. Their cock jerked as he came yet again. "I've got the most wonderful pecker in the world!" she exclaimed. "It's not yours any longer, it belongs to me now. It's is mine!" "As luck would have it, I own the most beautiful pussy on earth. I know what's mine and I'm keeping it!" he told her. She leaned forward with their cock still inside her and kissed him. He licked her lips and sucked on her neck. They lay entangled for an hour, giggling and feeling each other. Finally he said, "Let's get a shower and change these sheets." "I want to keep the top one. It has the evidence of my virginity on it," she informed him. "No sweat honey. You can have anything you want." He got out of bed and pulled her to her feet. Arm in arm they wobbled to the shower. "When we are nice and clean, I want to get a real good look at our dick," she said. "No problem sweets. You can play with it all you want. After all, it belongs to you!" His big hands massaged her all over as he soaped her body paying particular attention to her tits, nipples and pussy. She squeaked when he washed her asshole. "What are you doing," she giggled. "I'm washing your best parts," he answered. She turned to him and kissed him as she started soaping his big body. She washed him all over too, attending to her newly acquired pecker last of all. After half an hour of shower games they got out and dried each other off, once again moving to the bedroom. Pro Boner Betty Johnson could tell by the pounding at the sides of her head that this was going to be a two Valium night. It was 7:30 pm, and she was still in the office. Sometimes she would look up at the clock, see how late it was, and wonder whatever could have possessed her to become a lawyer. She had worked hard for her degree, unlike many of her colleagues. It seemed to Betty that there was entirely too much money involved in the practice of law. Too many lawyers with wealthy parents who could pay for their children to take the same classes over and over because Johnny was either too stupid to pass the first time, or too drunk. Betty had worked her way through law school dancing at bachelor parties and birthday parties. It might not have been the most respected career, but it got her what she wanted; money for school, and a few other perks. She had blossomed early, looked nineteen when she was only fourteen, twenty-one by the time she was sixteen. It didn't take long for her to find out how easy it was to manipulate men with her looks. And now that she was twenty-eight, she wasn't above flashing a little skin around the courtroom to get what she wanted. Betty had represented seventeen cases in court. Many others she had plea-bargained or had dismissed, but it was the courtroom where she really shone. Not one of those seventeen cases had she lost. With a record like that, she could have easily taken a position at one of the fancier firms in Austin and started charging a thousand dollars an hour, but she never did. She always represented those who could not afford the best lawyers in the city, as long as they were men. Like Sean Poe. Sean Poe was a nobody. He had never done anything of worth with his life; he had no surviving relatives, and worked a crappy delivery job that paid minimum wage. His only talent was that he had won several knife-throwing contests. He was a person that no one would have ever heard of, or cared about, if he had not been brought up on charges for the rape and murder of twenty-nine women. He was exactly the kind of client that Betty looked for, and when she found out that all of his victims had been blonde-haired and blue-eyed, just like her, it was icing on the cake. She looked back at the clock. Five minutes past eight. She had reviewed every piece of evidence in Sean Poe's police file, preparing herself for meeting the man in person the next morning. It was time to go home. She needed to get into the shower and slide her fingers between her legs, relieving herself of all the sexual tension that had been growing in her as she thought about her upcoming case. As she thought about the offer she would be making to Sean Poe in just eleven hours. The next morning she arrived at the county jail. "Do you have any nail files, mace, or anything that can be used as a weapon," the guard asked Betty, a little too harshly. "No, I don't." She was standing in front of the bars that would allow her access to the jail. The dark gray walls, the fat flakes of peeling paint, the harsh fluorescent lighting; it all served to give even the entrance an atmosphere of confinement. It was very unsettling for Betty, who had always had an aversion to tight spaces. But when she thought about the men that were confined here, the suffering and agony they must be going through, it took her mind away from the growing panic of her claustrophobia and returned her thoughts back to where they should be - on her moistening pussy. The guard took her purse and emptied the contents onto the steel countertop, leaving Betty wondering why he had bothered to ask if he was going to look anyway. He gave her a long, lustful look before saying, "You'll have to wait twenty minutes until a female guard comes on duty." "I can't wait twenty minutes. Do it yourself." He responded with a smirk. "I'm not suppose' to frisk a female but, since you ask for it, I'll have to make an exception. Hold out your arms and spread your legs." It was more than a little evident that the lecherous guard was looking forward to frisking her. It was not often that such an attractive woman came through there. She smiled to herself. Over the years she had developed an understanding of how desperate for sexual contact men could be. Right now, Sean Poe would be going though a full body strip search. Maybe even a cavity search. That idea wetted her already damp panties even further, and she wondered if the guard could feel it when he ran his hand between her legs. After fondling every square inch of her body, the guard led her further into the jail. There was a special room set up where lawyers could meet with their clients. It barely passed as a conference room. The table and chairs were made of steel and bolted to the floor. She had asked once why everything in the jail was made of steel. The answer had shocked even her. "It's easy to clean. These guys in here'll shit, piss, or jack off on just about anything they can. Shit soaks into wood, ruins it. But it cleans right off the stainless." She had to wait a long time before Poe was finally led into the room by two guards, a man and a woman. It gave her time to arrange legal pads, folders, and files on the table. She wanted to impress him, and paperwork always seemed to do the trick when she was trying to look more professional. Poe was chained at the wrists and ankles, another chain running between them. The guards shoved him into the chair roughly before walking back to the door. "You need anything, Miss, you just yell. I'll be right outside," said the male guard. Betty nodded and dismissed him with a wave. She wasn't expecting any trouble from Sean Poe just yet. "What do you want?" he asked, staring at the table. "I want to help you, Sean. I want to be your lawyer." "I've already got a lawyer." "Who? A public defender who wants to see you get the death penalty just as much as the prosecutor? Don't forget where you are, Sean. This is Texas for Christ's sakes. Without my help, you're as good as dead." He looked up for the first time. "What makes you think you can help me?" "I've never lost before." "I don't have any money, lady. You should know that." "I'm not interested in money, Sean, and don't call me lady. My name is Betty." "If you don't want money, then what do you want?" She could sense his lust growing by the way he was leaning forward, the way he looked into her eyes. She could hear the chains rattling as he worked his hands anxiously together beneath the table. Perhaps he was fantasizing about her. That was good. She would fan those fantasies to draw him out of his world and into her own. "I want you, Sean. I wanted you as soon as I saw you on the news. You're famous now, powerful and, well I...I think you're sexy." She looked away, trying to look shy, coquettish. She even managed to blush a little, a trick she had learned in her dancing days. "Do you know how many women I've killed?" he said. Was he trying to scare her? Did he want her to be afraid? Betty wondered if this was part of his game, or if he really didn't want her help. She had run across men before who were so determined to face their punishment and walk The Last Mile that even she couldn't talk them out of it. "Of course I do. I wouldn't be here if I didn't." Poe didn't say anything. He stared at her across the table, as if analyzing her, trying to crack the code that would open up this new mystery to him. "Maybe fear is the greatest aphrodisiac. Look," she said, bringing her powerful gaze back to his eyes. "What difference does it make why I want to be with you? I help you in court, get you off, and then," she smiled mischievously, "I can get you off. All I want is one day with you. Everybody wins." She waited for his answer, her pulse growing faster as the weight of the moment pressed against her. After a long wait, he finally said, "Okay. You got yourself a deal." His smile was broad and chilling. Betty was sure each of his victims had seen that smile. Betty walked back across the jail parking lot, unable to hide her grin. The familiar, throbbing ache had returned with fervor, a demand that would not wait for the privacy of her shower. She practically ran the last twenty yards to her BMW, would have sprinted if it weren't for the high heels she wore. She slammed the car door behind her. It wouldn't wait a second longer. She needed it now, right now, and nothing was going to keep her from having it, even if an audience of nuns came to stand outside her car window. She pulled her shirt up, desperately fumbling with her belt and the buttons of her pants. She had to a take a steadying breath to bring her hands back under control, she was so eager. Finally, the buttons came away and she drove her hand in, cupping her sex and squeezing forcefully. She loved the feel of her pussy, so soft and smooth, and as hot as an oven. Very few men had ever been permitted the feeling of that warmth wrapped around their cock. And she was tight, even now, with her juices flowing so freely that she had to be gentle as she slid her middle finger inside. She grimaced and ground her teeth as the first burst of energy surged through her. Her finger pulled upward, curling slightly, massaging her g-spot before she eased it back out, running it over the surface of her clit. A moan escaped her lips, soft and feminine at first, but growing deeper and more desperate as she continued to slide her finger over her clitoris, into her opening, across the soft bump of flesh inside and back out again, to repeat the motion. Her heart was racing, her breathing becoming so fast that it made her breasts shake, rubbing her sensitive nipples against the fabric of her blouse. Faster now her finger danced, accelerating until it became a blur and the muscles in her arm burned. The pounding throb in her abdomen grew, building to an uncontrollable crescendo. Her head pulled back until she was looking at the roof of the car, her mouth frozen open, unable to draw breath. Everything was focused on the miracle that was about to occur. The first spasm came and she took her hardened clit between her thumb and forefinger, pinching it, and everything that had been building up in the depths of her exploded outward. Her feet shoved against the floorboard and her hips bucked forward, slamming into the steering wheel. She arched so hard that the back of the seat creaked under the strain, and she cried out in ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasmic energy ran wild through her body. Finally, it was over. She was able to breathe again, which she did in short gasps as every part of her was still shaking in the aftermath. She was covered in a sheen of sweat that had her clothes clinging tightly to her body. Her skin had flushed a deep crimson. It would be another fifteen minutes before her limbs would respond to her commands. As she sat there, trembling, occasionally laughing for no reason, she thought, "This is the best it's ever been." Betty and Judge Moore were already resting comfortably in the judge's chambers when Paul Peterson, the assistant district attorney entered the room. He was uncomfortable as he closed the door behind him. The tension on his face made him look older than his fifty-nine years. "I certainly hope the two of you weren't discussing the case outside of my presence," he said. "I certainly hope that you are not accusing me of misconduct in my own chambers, councilor." Judge Moore was a fat man and his jowls shook when he spoke. "If you are so concerned with Ms. Johnson and me conspiring against you, then maybe you should make a better effort to be on time." "Of course, your honor. I didn't mean any disrespect," Paul said. He lowered himself carefully into the chair next to Betty. Paul always moved carefully. His service in Vietnam had earned him a Purple Heart and a prosthetic leg. "State your case, Ms. Johnson," said Judge Moore. "This is a motion for dismissal," she said, pulling a file from her briefcase. "Dismissal!? You can't be serious," Paul scoffed. "That monster had torture equipment in his car that looked like something out of the Spanish inquisition. He had newspaper clippings, journals bragging about the sick things that he did to those poor women. To be honest, Ms. Johnson, I can't believe that you'd represent him in the first place." "Everybody has the right to fair representation. Besides, he's innocent." Paul was mesmerized by her when she turned to face him straight on. The entire room seemed to be filled with her presence. He felt like he was a passenger, waiting to see where she would take him next. "All of your evidence was obtained though an illegal search. You should be glad I'm not advising my client to sue for violation of his civil right." "Civil rights! He got pulled over for a busted taillight and he had tongue pincers in the trunk of his car, along with god knows what else. I've got an intern at the office trying to figure out what half those things are supposed to be for." "The trunk of a car that you never had permission, warrant, or cause to search. All of your so-called evidence was obtained illegally, and is inadmissible in court." Judge Moore sat in his chair, leaning back, listening to the two opponents argue. He had always loved the process of the law. The idea that two opponents could take extremely different views, debate with each other, and somehow find the truth, was fascinating. And from all of his experience in the courtroom, the process, for the most part, worked. He had always considered himself to be a fair, balanced Judge. He had done his best to preserve the integrity of the justice system in his courtroom for thirteen years. That integrity ended that day. Peterson had been ten minutes late, but Betty had been half an hour early. Tom Moore was thankful for both. If Peterson had walked in just a few moments earlier, he would have found a judge with his trousers around his ankles, enjoying the best blowjob he'd ever known. That little scenario would have put Moore in a world of hurt. He would be thrown off the bench, and that was just for starters. His wife would kill him. He was hurting enough as it was. Betty had not finished what she started, leaving him with an agonizing erection. It was slowly subsiding, but was still aching terribly. "Well, Mr. Peterson," Moore said. "Do you have anything to add? Because, as it stands, I'm forced to agree with Ms. Johnson. If all of your evidence was obtained illegally, I will have to dismiss." "But, Your Honor, the investigators had a warrant to search Mr. Poe's residence." "That doesn't matter, councilor. If the only reason they had for getting the warrant was what they obtained from the trunk of the car, then they may as well have never had the warrant at all. I agree with Ms. Johnson. The case is dismissed. I'll have Sean Poe released by this afternoon." "Thank you, sir," Betty said. Paul was not so grateful. He stood and marched to the door. His prosthetic leg made it hard for him to storm out of a room, but he did the best that he could. He paused for a moment at the door, glaring at the judge and Betty, before slamming the door. Now that Peterson was gone, Judge Moore walked back around to the front of the desk. He didn't waste any time, and quickly undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His cock snapped to attention and he shoved the thing toward her. Betty's gaze shifted from the miserable cock in front of her face, to the miserable man it was attached to. "What?" she asked. "What do you mean, what? What do you think?" He thrust forward impatiently, the head of his long, slender penis butting against her lips. Betty nodded slowly. "All right." She opened her mouth and swallowed half his length. Judge Moore gasped in pain. Betty had drawn her lips back and seized his cock between her teeth. She glared up at him defiantly, her eyes smoldering with malice. He tried to withdraw and free his tortured organ from her savage bite. But Betty showed just how ruthless she could be. She responded by biting down even harder. As her teeth sank deeper into his manhood, he whimpered and froze, not daring to move a muscle. "Please," he whispered. "Don't." After a moment, Betty released his cock. Judge Moore immediately retreated, fearful that she might bite him again. "Christ, are you crazy? You BIT it." "You think you can just stick your dick in my mouth because you want to? Any man tries that when I'm not in the mood, and I won't hesitate to bite it off. And that goes for yours, too." "But, I granted your dismissal. I won your case for you." "Thanks." She gathered her things and walked confidently from the room, leaving him bare-assed and gaping in front of his desk. He leaned over and inspected his injury, massaging the deep teeth marks she'd left in his shrinking hard-on. As Betty walked down the hall, Paul came storming from around the corner, back in the direction of the judge's chambers, and marched straight up to her. "That was bullshit. It was a setup from the moment I walked in that office. What did you do, fuck him?" "Typical man. You think that the only way I can win a case is with my pussy, is that it? Did you ever stop to think that maybe I was right? Of course you didn't. Because you've got a problem with losing a case to a woman." "I've got a problem with letting psychopaths run free on the street and with anyone that helps them to do it. You think that you did good today, don't you? Well let me tell you, cookie, the only thing that you did is make it more dangerous for everybody out there. Sean Poe is a twisted motherfucker, and he deserves to die a horrible death." "Well, maybe we should agree to disagree." Betty went to move past him and he blocked her path. "Get out of my way." They locked stares for several moments. As Betty grew angry, she leaned toward Paul with her mouth slightly open. Something convinced him to step aside. "I've been dealing with men like you all my life, Paul, and I know just how to handle them. I don't get intimidated anymore. So just stay the fuck away from me if you know what's good for you." He watched her walk down the hall, her heels making crisp pops on the tile floor. As angry with the woman as he was, he still could not help but notice the sway in her hips, the curve of her figure. It frustrated him that he was so attracted to her. Betty was waiting. Patience had never been among her virtues. It had been two days since she had won the dismissal in his case, and she was anxious for her payment. She had made arrangements for him to meet her tonight, and she was standing at the front door, watching the street. She lived in a sparsely furnished two-story Victorian house. Betty didn't like clutter. On the wall over the fireplace there was a family portrait, from when she was a child. All the faces in the picture had been scraped away, except for Betty's. Finally his car came up the street, and pulled to a stop at the curb. She swung open the door, and waved at him with her left hand. Her right hand remained hidden behind the door, clutching a stun baton. She was no fool. She knew exactly what Sean Poe wanted to do to her and she had no intention of giving him the chance. As far as she was concerned, this gave her all the power. She knew what he was, and knew that he wanted to rape, torture and murder her. But he had no idea what he was walking into. Sean Poe was about to learn what pain really was. The car door came open and for just a moment she thought, "What if he has a gun?" before dismissing the idea. It wasn't his style. He climbed from the car and crossed the sidewalk, approaching the door. Suddenly he sprinted the last ten feet to her and kicked the door, knocking Betty to the ground. He was on top of her before she even had a chance to react. Pro Boner "You're unbelievable. What are you playing at, huh? You go through all this trouble to get me here, and you're just gonna hit me with a stun gun. That's not very nice. I think maybe I'll have to teach you some manners, huh?" "Fuck you," she said. She had just enough time to feel the cramp in her stomach as sixty thousands volts of electricity ripped into her body before she lost consciousness. "Where am I?" Everything was darkness. Betty tried to sit up and found that she could not. She thought that she was moving her hand, but could not tell for sure. Everything was so far away. She was still suffering the effects of the tazer. Suddenly her mind snapped back to consciousness and a terrible thought came to her. "He's buried me alive." She pounded wildly against the lid of her coffin and kicked against the sides. She punched, she clawed, she screamed, but nothing had any effect. Finally, she collapsed, exhausted, and the tears slowly came. For the first time in her life, she quit. She had resigned herself to the fact that she was going to die. Suddenly, there was a shaft of light. Both her arms shot up against the lid with every bit of strength that she possessed and it flew open into blinding brightness. She heard a yell and someone fell backward away from her. There was only one person that it could be, and she was going to introduce him to pain like no human being had ever suffered before. Betty leapt out of the coffin screaming like a banshee, her teeth bared in a predatory, animalistic fashion. Red and purple flashes danced across her vision as she emerged into the bright light. Though blinded, her hands closed on a man's foot. Immediately, she drew his leg up to her mouth and bit his achilles tendon as hard as she could, determined to cripple him for life. Her teeth closed on hard plastic and she realized who it was. As she adjusted to the light, she saw him lying on the floor, apparently dazed from her sudden attack. His leg had fallen off. "What the hell are you doing?" he screamed. "Paul Peterson? What are you doing here?" He pushed himself up so he was resting on his elbow. "I've been following you for the past two days. I saw Poe attack you, and as soon as I thought it was safe, I came in." Betty looked around. She had expected to come out of the ground, somewhere in the woods maybe, but instead she found herself in her own bedroom. The coffin she had been buried in was the chest that sat at the foot of her bed. The one she stored linens in. "Oh, thank God," she sighed with relief, and then something occurred to her. "What do you mean following me?" "Well," he struggled, "at first it was simple; I was going to catch you in some misconduct so that I could have you disbarred. But, you're so beautiful, I couldn't do it. I think I might be falling in love with you." That was perhaps the strangest thing Betty had ever heard, but she didn't have time to deal with it right now. She needed to get the hell away from there before Poe came back to open the chest and retrieve his prey. "Wait. Do you hear that?" asked Paul. "Hear what?" "It sounds like...bells. Like the wind chimes on my grandmother's porch." Paul turned, straining to locate the source of the noise, and when he was facing away from her, Betty was able to see the knife that was imbedded in the back of Paul's head. "Are you sure you can't hear it? It's getting louder." Then he collapsed. "That was fucked up," Sean said as he entered the room. "I've killed a lot of people in my time, but that was just downright creepy." He looked up at Betty with a smile. "I saw him lurking around outside, so I put you in the chest for safe keeping and hid in the hall closet." Without another word, he charged, trying to barrel her right over, but she was able to dodge to the side. She needed a weapon, anything that could give her an advantage. She had already felt the terror of being under his control, and she was not about to lose to him again. Poe came back at her and shoved her to the ground. Betty's hand came to rest on something firm, and she grabbed hold and swung it at him as hard as she could. There was something surreal about watching the prosthetic leg in her hand smash into Sean Poe's face, but it was effective. The plastic was tough as titanium and Poe was out cold. The shackles made deep grooves in his wrists, and his hands had started to darken into a purplish color as she slowly lifted him with a block and tackle. The soft clicking reminded her of the times her father had used it for slaughtering animals. Betty watched with a Mona Lisa smile as he regained consciousness. She had him suspended about a foot above the floor of the master bedroom. Once he was alert, he began kicking his legs, sending his naked body swinging from the chains from which he was hanging. "Don't bother trying to get loose. It won't do you any good," Betty said. "What the fuck did you do to me?" "I haven't done anything yet. I've been waiting for you to wake up. Wouldn't want you to miss anything." Betty was gathering some of her toys as she spoke to him, whips, knives, needles, and other devices that Sean could not fathom a use for. She arranged them on a small table she had set up in front of where he was hanging. Betty was careful to keep his full attention. She bent in a way that would show him the perfect outline of her body. She smiled seductively. Betty had stopped counting the men she brought here to torture and kill. It had started to become routine to her, but this was different. From the beginning, she had wanted Poe more than any of the others, but after what he had put her through, she really wanted to make him hurt. She wanted him to hurt for all the women in the world who have ever suffered at the hands of a man. For all the girls in the world who had ever had to suffer at the hands of an uncle. She felt like all the men before were just leading up to this moment. "You're the reason that I am the way that I am, Sean. Punishing you, making you pay, is the reason that I was born." She tied his legs apart and lowered him to eye level as he nervously said, "Look, I'm sure that we can work something out here. I mean, I didn't mean anything by it, you know. I was just fooling around earlier." Betty laughed. "Were you fooling around when you killed all those other women too? How about when you killed Paul with that fancy knife throwing of yours?" "You won't get away with this. You'll go to jail." "Oh come on, Sean. Do you really think the police are going to give a damn about what happened to a piece of shit like you? They'll applaud when they find your body in a dumpster. Why do you think I chose you?" "Please, don't kill me." "It isn't going to do you any good to beg. But go ahead, I kind of like it." Betty stoked her hand across his bare chest, traced her fingernail around his nipple and slowly moved down his body until she was twirling her fingers through his pubic hair. "You can scream too, if you like. No one can hear you but me, but I do love the sound of a man screaming." She wrapped her hand around his scrotum and gave it a firm squeeze, not enough to really hurt, but hard enough to make sure that she had his full interest. She massaged and caressed Sean's balls until his body began to respond. His cock began to grow hard and she moved closer to him, her mouth only inches from his and she said softly, "I like to get some blood flow down there before I bite off a guy's cock. It makes it more tender, and it tastes better too." She reveled in the look this brought to Sean's face. Betty meant it when she said that fear was the greatest aphrodisiac. Of course, she didn't mean hers. She meant the fear of a man who knew he was about to lose the one thing he had ever truly loved, his manhood. "Don't worry, Sean. I'm not going to do it just yet." He relaxed slightly. "I'm going to torture you first." "What?" Betty tightened her grip around his balls, squeezing and rolling the tender orbs in her hand. She smiled brightly as the first signs of agony began to appear on Sean's face, but he was still doing his best not to scream. That was fine with Betty. She knew he would be unable to control himself for long. She wrapped her other hand around his scrotum and her grip became a vice. With a firm grasp, she leaned against him, stretching his balls six inches away from his body and making him swing toward her. She leaned back, making his balls support the entirety of her weight and, when he still did not cry out, she dug her fingernails as hard as she could into his scrotum and clawed it until she drew blood. Finally, she was rewarded for her efforts as he released a terrible cry of agony that made her pussy quiver and the first quakes of orgasm began to surge through her body. His balls were becoming nicely tenderized, and she decided to work on other parts of his body. She grabbed a wide leather strap from a hook on the wall and walked behind him. "I don't suppose you'll be a good little boy and count for me, will you?" Sean didn't say anything. From the way that he was clenching his jaw, she could tell that he wasn't about to. He was still trying to play the role of the powerful man. The strap crashed into him with a bang and an ugly red welt instantly rose on the pale skin at the back of his thighs. "That's one," she said. "Only ninety-nine more to go." Sean responded to her statement in the last way that she would have expected. His cock immediately grew hard. "What the fuck is this!" she screamed, grabbing hold of his erect penis. "No, you don't get to enjoy this, motherfucker!" The strap came down on the top of his shaft and Betty laughed at the way it made his dick jump like a springboard. Sean finally unleashed the scream that she had wanted so much to hear, and an orgasm so powerful struck her that she fell to her knees before she was able to get control of her body. She took a few moments to catch her breath, and when she looked up she was staring straight into Sean's erection. "That will look nice in my trophy case, but maybe I'll eat it instead. What do you think?" She licked her lips theatrically. "Trophy case?" "Yeah. Would you like to see?" "No! Just let me go." She walked over to a grand old chest and opened one of the drawers. Betty pulled out a beautiful wooden display case with a glass front. "See? Here is my client collection." She turned on the mini-lights inside the display case and revealed before him was a chilling collection of severed dicks from her previous clients. Each one was hanging on an individual hook with the name of the client at the base of the hook. As the case shook slightly, they all swayed from side to side in unison like the pendulums in some demented clock collection. "See, there is one empty hook with a name already at the base. Can you read what it says?" She held the display close up to his face so that he could read "Sean Poe" inscribed on the little plaque. "That hook is waiting for your manhood. You don't want to disappoint my collection, do you? It is yearning for your contribution." "Get that out of my face, you fuckin' bitch." "Okay, we're done with it anyway." She put it back and closed the drawer. Betty reached out and lifted Sean's penis with just her finger tips as if she were studying a rare artifact, "The question is; how shall I do it? Should I just lop it off quick with some clippers, or should I make it as slow and agonizing as possible? Would you rather lose it just as you are cumming, or have it sliced off when you are soft?" "Can't you let me die as a man? If you have to have it for your collection, can't you cut it off after I'm dead?" "Oh, that wouldn't be any fun at all. A big part of the entertainment is watching your facial expression just as you lose it. Besides, you don't have to die. After your manhood is gone, I might keep you around as my pussy slave. Whenever I'm horny, instead of masturbating, I could just sit on your face and let you lick me off. If you were a good boy, I might even let you crawl under my desk and lick my pussy the whole time I'm reviewing case files." "You fucking cunt!" "Well, you have such a dejected look now. I guess it is time for some more screaming." His cock had grown hard, evidently, from all the talk about cutting it off. Betty eyed it and said, "I like the way the strap makes it bounce, but I think it's time to tie it up so I can get at those balls." She tied a cord just behind the head and then wrapped it around his waist so that his cock was almost touching his navel. "Now what can we do to those cute little nuts of yours? I'll bet they would be tasty when roasted. I always wanted some roasted nuts." She got a small candle from a drawer and lit it with a match. "Let's see what this will do to your balls." She held it under his testicles and his thick mat of pubic hair caught on fire. "Ha! Look at that. You're on fire," Betty yelled excitedly. "Aahhee! Noooo! Put it out! Put it out!" His hair burned briefly with Betty laughing the whole time. His body jerked around desperately, trying to shake out the fire. It was all over before much damage was done, but she found it spectacular while it lasted. "Hey, that was fun. Now I don't have to shave you. That really is a nasty smell though. Looks like you have a few scorch marks on your scrotum. They are tenderized some more." Betty grabbed another longer cord and tied it around his scrotum, making his testicles bulge out in a large tight package. "I made this whip in girl scouts a long time ago." As she picked up an eight foot bull whip from the table, Betty gave Sean a wicked smile. "I have been practicing." She spun it around her head and snapped it on her right side with a sharp cracking sound almost like a fire cracker. "This is made of soft leather with just the right balance and control. Let me demonstrate." Betty stood directly in front of Sean and sent the whip straight at him. She pulled it back just at the right moment so that the tip of the whip caught him right in the nuts with a loud crack. Sean's body jerked and he screamed in agony. "Well now, that's what I like to hear. I guess I should try out my new toys." She took off the cord from around his scrotum and his testicles were hanging down more than before. "I designed these myself in honor of your visit." Betty pulled out a pair of heavy duty knee socks. In the bottom of each one she had placed a small bag of lead shot. "I have been working with these for several days. Twirling them around like num-chucks." As she got underneath him, they were twirling in such a way, that they were just barely grazing the underside of his scrotum. "Hmmm, the anticipation is thrilling. I can feel the tension building." "Nooooo...Please don't do it!" The bags of lead shot found their mark and knocked his testicles around like ping pong balls, bang, bang, bang in all directions. They would have flown across the room if not for his scrotum holding them together. Sean screamed in unbearable pain and desperation. "AhAhAhhhheeeee!" This gave Betty a big broad smile and a sense of pride that her new invention worked so well. "I'm so very glad that you appreciate the finer points of my new toys," she said as she continued knocking his nuts around. Sean's breathing was labored now and he gave a gut wrenching scream with each breath. Sweat poured from every pore of his body. No longer was he the tough guy, but a sobbing child who just wanted the pain to stop. Betty kept twirling the socks so they randomly smashed into his balls every few seconds. Eventually Sean became a bowl of quivering jelly, unable to hold his head up, and drained of energy. Betty put the socks away and went over to a small refrigerator to get a refreshing drink of lime juice. "You know Sean, ball-busting is a lot of work. I need to find an easier way to do it." Sean didn't seem very responsive, so Betty went back to the refrigerator and got a mixture of honey and water. She held his head back and poured it down his throat. He gagged most of it down. From the table she picked up and broke an ampoule of amyl nitrate under his nose. He became instantly alert and felt his pain again. "Good, I didn't want you to miss all the fun." "Just kill me and get it over with." "Don't you want to be my pussy slave and clean me out every day with your tongue?" "I should have kept my public defender and been executed by the prison system." "Sometimes I don't think you understand the work I went through to get you out of jail." "Fuck you, you cock-sucking whore." "I'm glad to see you're feeling better." Betty opened a trapdoor underneath where Sean was hanging. "This is an opening to an old well that was on this property before the house was built. I didn't even know it was there when I bought the house but I found it on an old plat map. I had this trapdoor specially made so that I could get access to the well any time I wanted. I don't know exactly how deep it is, but it is a long way to the water." Betty kept a small bowl of flat beach rocks on the dresser. She dropped one in and several seconds went by before hearing a splash in the distance. "We also have an empty scuba tank and a length of rope. Now this tank weighs around 30 pounds but it's empty and will actually float in water. I don't know how deep the well is or how long the rope is, so there is an element of chance. You might be okay if the rope is long enough. Betty began tying the small rope around Sean's scrotum. "Wow, your balls are so swollen. They must be twice the normal size." Betty made sure the knot was good and tight. "Please, not so tight, they still hurt like a motherfucker." "It has to be tight or your nuts might get shredded instead of torn off." She tied the other end of the rope to the valve stem at the end of the tank and placed it at the edge of the well. "Now we're all set. One little push and the tank is down the well. But wait a minute. I don't want to lose the tank." Betty tied a much longer rope onto the tank and around a bed post at the edge of the room. "That should take care of it." "Noooo, I'd rather you just sliced them off. Please!" "Well, a big strong man begging me to cut his balls off? Maybe you would want me to cut off your cock at the same time." "Please. Let me go. I've had enough." Betty untied the rope from around his waist and cock and noticed that it was wet with sweat. "Boy, you really got worked-up. Let's see what this can do," she said as she pulled a straight razor from her pocket. Betty held it up to the base of his dick and Sean started going crazy." "Don't do it! Don't do it! Oh god, please don't do it!" Sean screamed with a shrill breaking voice. Betty grabbed the head in her left hand and started scratching the razor all around the base of his dick as she moved it around. The net effect was to shave off all the pubic stubble that didn't get burned-up in the fire. After a few minutes, the area around his cock was completely slick and smooth. By the time Betty finished, Sean had a tremendous hard-on. "Looks like he wants it or he wouldn't get so big and hard." "I can't control what he wants to do." "Can't control your own body? Maybe that body part should be eliminated if you can't control it." "No, it's not out of control. It just has a mind of its own." As Betty slipped off all of her clothing, she murmured in a heavy voice, "I've been waiting for this moment all my life, Sean. The sight of blood excites a slimy piece of scum like you, doesn't it? Even if it's your own blood. The thought of what I'm going to do makes you hard, and fear will make you cum like never before. But you'll never get to finish that orgasm." Betty got her mouth over his cock and began to suck. "Oh, this is a tasty piece of meat. It's going to be hard to save it for my collection. I think I really want to eat it." She began nibbling and dragging her teeth along it. Pro Boner "Don't. I can't cum. It hurts too much." "Now that sounds like a challenge, Sean. I don't think I'll have any trouble making you shoot your load. But then again, did I say that you had to cum before I bite it off?" Betty started to grow angry. "Maybe I'll just start biting, and the hell with you getting off. How would that be? Huh?" "No. I'll try to cum," he responded submissively. "Do you think you deserve one last orgasm?" His temper flared. "Kiss my ass, you dumb cunt." "Now that's what I like to hear." Betty started deepthroating his cock all the way down. Each time she got it all in her mouth, she gave him a hard bite at the base of his cock. Between bites, she said, "You never know what bite will be your last." She continued sucking slowly and biting at random times. Soon she was biting with more conviction, holding the bite for several seconds while she slowly squeezed his cock between her teeth. "I'm starting to make some permanent teeth marks. You had better cum quick or you may not get the chance. Ha. Ha. Ha." Now she was biting hard everywhere on his shaft. She tore at his manhood with her teeth and was soon rewarded with the taste of his blood. She took his cock out of her mouth and got right up in his face to flash him a bloody smile. "I think this color of red looks good on me, don't you?" She wiped her mouth on his chest, leaving a smear of blood. He whimpered, believing she intended to bite him. "Does it make you horny to see blood? Now you're going to learn just what these teeth can do to a man." Betty lowered herself so that her mouth was near his ravaged cock again, and then started growling. The taste of his blood had awakened her most primal animalistic instincts. Sean was trembling. Her eyes were wide-open, with her teeth clenched tightly together in rage, his blood still wet upon her mouth and chin. He'd never seen such pure ferocity in a human being. She seized his genitals tightly in both hands, stuffed his dick deep into her mouth, and bit into it. He felt the head of his cock crushed between her molars and, with her sharp teeth buried deep in him, she began to pull and shake her head from side to side, tearing at his flesh. The sight of this spectacle of horrific savagery sent Sean over the edge. Despite the agony, he felt his sore balls tingle with excitement. "I'm cumming!!!" Sean screamed at the top of his voice. This was the moment Betty had been waiting for her whole life. Before he could fire his first shot of love juice into her mouth, she bit hard at the base of his cock and she increased the pressure with her teeth so that his cum could not escape. Once again she shook her head from side to side while she bit harder and harder. The blood started pouring down her chin, throat, and soon covered her breasts. Her teeth began to sheer through his skin, and then his cock meat. She savagely chewed through all the veins and arteries. Her violent head movements helped to tear the final shreds of connective tissue. With a backward jerk of her head, she ripped his dick completely off. Betty stood on her knees, panting heavily, continuing to chew the cockflesh she'd taken from him in a display of her power. Sean looked down and screamed. Where his manhood had once been, all that remained was a ragged stump with blood and cum dribbling out. Betty repositioned his severed cock and bit down on it so it hung from the corner of her mouth. With a big smile, she brought her face up to Sean's. "Do you want to suck on it for a change? Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha." She stuck it up to his lips, but he turned away. "That's okay. You might try to eat it and I wouldn't have it for my trophy case. Besides, I've been wanting to feel your dick in my pussy and now's my chance." She put his severed member inside her and started rubbing her clitoris with it. "This is the best way to masturbate, but you're not making any noise. We need to liven things up around here." Betty picked up a long needle from the table and jabbed it through both of his balls. Sean screamed bloody murder and this excited Betty to the max. She began breathing heavily and rubbing his dick faster and faster on her pussy lips. All her sexual energy was building up for the best orgasm of her entire life. Just as she felt her pussy tighten up and her whole body tingle, Betty kicked the scuba tank down the well. For the few seconds it dropped through the dark depths of the well, Betty screamed with excitement and ecstasy. When she saw Sean's balls ripped from his body in one quick motion, her orgasm took her to a place she had never been before. Total and complete detachment from her surroundings. She felt like she was floating on the ethereal plane. Pure ecstasy, fulfillment, and satisfaction. The satisfaction of a lifetime. Of course, Sean passed out from the pain. Betty patched up his wounds and kept him alive like she promised. She trained him to be her pussy slave, but never trusted him enough to let him have his hands free. She always had them cuffed behind his back. If he got unruly, she would jolt him with the stun gun every once in a while to make him behave. Sometimes she would show him her display case with his contribution hanging on a hook. One day, after a lengthy intense torture session, she sat on Sean's face. Betty was grinding on him for a long time before she realized that there was no licking going on. She climbed off to see what was wrong and found him dead, smothered under her pussy. Later that night, he wound up in a food service dumpster, mixed in with all the rotted meat and vegetables. A fitting end to a man like him. Betty wondered how many more hooks she would add to her display case. There were many more rapists waiting to be set free by her. She couldn't wait to give them her special brand of punishment. A sentence that was much more in tune with the crime than could ever be given out by the penal system.