Moonboy
04-30-2007, 1:30 PM
SEAT OF REVENGE
CHAPTER 8
By Moonboy
Tabitha Katz smiled at her prize. He was a quivering mass from what Judy had been doing to him.
“So, how have you been, Wretched? Or am I answering my own question?” she smiled.
He glared, unable to speak.
“Aw, are you still mad about last week?”
She grinned.
“Well, then you’re really going to be mad about this. It’s time for your final humbling, Richiepoo. There are three ways a man can be castrated. One way is to remove his balls but let him keep his cock. Relax, I’m not going to do that. Another is to remove cock and balls. Again, relax, I’m not going to do that. The last way is to remove his cock but let him keep his balls. He can build up a load until he is going insane but cannot get relief. This is what I am having done to you today, poor Wretched. But you deserve it. You have to remember, you exist to please us now. The arrogant waste of space you once were is gone.”
He writhed what little he could being armless and legless and tried to speak though pathetic choking sounds were all he could make. He still could not believe she would do this to him.
“Gack, gurgle, ggggrrrpphh” he tried to speak but, with his voicebox destroyed, that was impossible. Even those noises were barely audible. But he was furious. The things he had done to her were nothing, less than nothing, compared to what she and the others were doing to him. There simply was no comparison. But he had no voice in the matter, literally. So Tabitha continued.
“The truth is that you were a useless non-entity before we immobilized you. Now you are an object and a toy, true, but not useless. Finally, you’ve found your place. Well, okay, we’ve found it for you and put you in your place.”
The former Dr. Richard Richards was red with anger, humiliation and frustration. They all turned to terror as she drugged him unconscious. He could not even protest what she was going to do. He awoke a couple of hours later and it was gone. He was now an armless, legless, dickless, voiceless object.
As he had no choice but to watch, Tabitha stripped naked and walked towards him as if this were just another day and he had not just an hour ago woken up castrated. She was firm and tanned, toned and with long, shapely legs, wide hips and full large but not too large breasts. Her hair was blond. It fell to her shoulders. Had she not been a brilliant scientist, she could easily have had a modeling career. He squirmed in frustration longing for a cock he no longer had to harden.
“This is what you are wanting but not getting,” she purred sweetly as he writhed and broke into a sweat. She walked over and looked down at him.
“Aw, am I getting you all worked up? This must be so embarrassing and so frustrating.”
Again, he struggled frantically. To an outside observer, he was not doing anything but making intense faces. He could barely move the slightest fraction of an inch. But he was straining and fighting all he could. He could not believe she was doing this to him. He had gone years without any form of sexual relief and never would get any.
“Poor boy, do you want to have sex with me?”
His balls ached in agony, with nothing to channel relief. His balls burned like white hot fire.
She turned and slowly sat on his red, sweating face.
“You are such a fun and satisfying toy. But doesn’t it thrill you to know that you are also helping me in my psychological research? Why, I may get the Nobel Prize and be credited as a psychologist as groundbreaking as Freud or Maslow thanks largely to your unwilling help.”
She pressed down further subjugating his face beneath her dominating ass.
“Doesn’t that make you feel good?”
CHAPTER 8
By Moonboy
Tabitha Katz smiled at her prize. He was a quivering mass from what Judy had been doing to him.
“So, how have you been, Wretched? Or am I answering my own question?” she smiled.
He glared, unable to speak.
“Aw, are you still mad about last week?”
She grinned.
“Well, then you’re really going to be mad about this. It’s time for your final humbling, Richiepoo. There are three ways a man can be castrated. One way is to remove his balls but let him keep his cock. Relax, I’m not going to do that. Another is to remove cock and balls. Again, relax, I’m not going to do that. The last way is to remove his cock but let him keep his balls. He can build up a load until he is going insane but cannot get relief. This is what I am having done to you today, poor Wretched. But you deserve it. You have to remember, you exist to please us now. The arrogant waste of space you once were is gone.”
He writhed what little he could being armless and legless and tried to speak though pathetic choking sounds were all he could make. He still could not believe she would do this to him.
“Gack, gurgle, ggggrrrpphh” he tried to speak but, with his voicebox destroyed, that was impossible. Even those noises were barely audible. But he was furious. The things he had done to her were nothing, less than nothing, compared to what she and the others were doing to him. There simply was no comparison. But he had no voice in the matter, literally. So Tabitha continued.
“The truth is that you were a useless non-entity before we immobilized you. Now you are an object and a toy, true, but not useless. Finally, you’ve found your place. Well, okay, we’ve found it for you and put you in your place.”
The former Dr. Richard Richards was red with anger, humiliation and frustration. They all turned to terror as she drugged him unconscious. He could not even protest what she was going to do. He awoke a couple of hours later and it was gone. He was now an armless, legless, dickless, voiceless object.
As he had no choice but to watch, Tabitha stripped naked and walked towards him as if this were just another day and he had not just an hour ago woken up castrated. She was firm and tanned, toned and with long, shapely legs, wide hips and full large but not too large breasts. Her hair was blond. It fell to her shoulders. Had she not been a brilliant scientist, she could easily have had a modeling career. He squirmed in frustration longing for a cock he no longer had to harden.
“This is what you are wanting but not getting,” she purred sweetly as he writhed and broke into a sweat. She walked over and looked down at him.
“Aw, am I getting you all worked up? This must be so embarrassing and so frustrating.”
Again, he struggled frantically. To an outside observer, he was not doing anything but making intense faces. He could barely move the slightest fraction of an inch. But he was straining and fighting all he could. He could not believe she was doing this to him. He had gone years without any form of sexual relief and never would get any.
“Poor boy, do you want to have sex with me?”
His balls ached in agony, with nothing to channel relief. His balls burned like white hot fire.
She turned and slowly sat on his red, sweating face.
“You are such a fun and satisfying toy. But doesn’t it thrill you to know that you are also helping me in my psychological research? Why, I may get the Nobel Prize and be credited as a psychologist as groundbreaking as Freud or Maslow thanks largely to your unwilling help.”
She pressed down further subjugating his face beneath her dominating ass.
“Doesn’t that make you feel good?”