The General strutted into his headquarters and enjoyed watching his men cower. He had a fearsome reputation and was proud that he had beaten a man to death with his fists once and a succession of young women had to be taken to hospital after his violent sexual onslaughts.

He was angry because six of his top commanders had been murdered in their own quarters in the last few weeks and embarrassingly, each one had been naked, castrated, had his throat cut, and there was a trickle of semen on their bellies.

He walked into his bedroom where his staff had put the enemy prisoner for him. The very young waif-like girl was sitting on the bed with her back against the headboard and hugging herself in that submissive posture that girls have when they are nervous, and avoiding his eye.

He noticed that his staff had prepared her well as her long blonde hair was in two thick plaits on her breasts, she had a shiny gold tube-top emphasizing her small, firm breasts, and he could see that under the matching micro-miniskirt she was unable to hide the red shiny vee of panty.

“Come here!” he commanded, and she climbed off the bed to stand submissively in front of him with her arms hugging herself again and looked at him wit her large doe-like eyes before she looked at the floor.

“Crack!” was the sound made, as he slapped her around the face. He had hit her harder than he’d intended and her head went over to her right and she was propelled backwards to land spread-eagled on the bed with a huge reddening patch on her face. She tried to stop it, but first one sob broke from her, then another and then she was crying.

“Look me in the eye you little whore! There’s more where that came from! I need take a woman and if you give me any relief I’ll hit you again!” With that he took off his shirt to reveal a powerful masculine chest, and then he took off his trousers and she could see that his manhood had pushed the elastic of his shorts away from his waist. He took off the shorts and confronted her with his massive manhood: an angry looking 8” erect member and huge dangling balls.

She looked at great dangling jewels in wonder, huge, just like a bull’s, and swinging between athletic thighs. She noticed that the two heavy weights pulled the scrotum into a thin profile half way down.

He advanced to her and placed his penis along her panty-covered belly with the tip resting on the soft sheer material of her skirt and his balls banging against her thighs, then he pushed his strong chest hard against her breasts.

He groped her buttocks through the skirt and the panties snarling greedily with pleasure as his hands rubbed the shiny fabrics over her tight little bum and he could feel pubic bone under the weight of his cock.

He ground his cock into her pubis and deliberately let his balls press on her panty. Unbeknownst to him she had prepared herself before he came into the room, pleasuring herself with her fingers - so she was already experiencing the first pangs of orgasm and the feeling of his cock and balls made her sigh.

It was too much for him, he pulled her panties aside roughly and guided his enormous shaft into her. To his surprise and delight she was wet but tight and he slid inside her until she thought it must be right up in her belly.

She started moving sinuously, gripping his huge penis and wrapping her legs around his masculine thighs, groping his tight boyish buttocks and crying out in pleasure. He was thrusting powerfully now and, although his chest was hurting her tits, she was too.

He pushed himself up on his arms to free their chests and then used one had to pull up of the tube top so that, when he lowered himself again their naked chests met and her tits were crushed against him with her large nipples pressing into his muscular chest. He groped her bottom again hard in his frustration, his need to ejaculate, and thrust in renewed frenzy.

Reaching under the pillow where she had hidden it, she brought the knife out with her right hand and held it behind him. With her left hand she grasped those huge dangling jewels, pulling them downwards. “Yes!” she shouted, enjoying the sensation. She waited for the precise moment.

He was on the edge, making deep piggish grunts and bucking against her, and she thought he was going to crush the life out of her and kill her with his iron bar tearing-up her insides in his frustration to get relief from his needs. Then she put the knife against his scrotum and he realized what she was going to do to him.

“Noooo!” he screamed. The height of her orgasm was almost upon her; but looking him straight in the eye; with a single thrust; she sliced his testicles clean off; and at that very moment when the pain hit him he convulsed and he shot the most incredibly powerful glob of hot ejaculate deep inside her.

She wrapped her legs around his body, bit deep into his breast, and went into convulsions of ecstasy at his double surrender to her. He was still gouting inside her when she showed him his severed manhood and enjoyed the shock on his face.

To her delight she had timed it perfectly - in the grip of his male instincts he was helpless and could do nothing but keep thrusting deep into her gripping her panty-clad buttocks. “This is the best sex I have ever had, is it for you?” she asked as calmly as if they were in bed in a hotel.

“Yes!” he cried out, bucking against her.

“You realize that I cut you, don’t you? That a frail little girl defeated the big powerful male.”

All he could say was, “Oh, God you’ve castrated me!”

Looking straight into his startled eyes again, she slit his throat using the same knife that had removed his balls. A pulsating fountain of blood spattered against the wall behind the bed and his piggish grunts turned to an awful rasping noise, bright red foam spilling down his chest.

She experienced his wonderful “little death” and she went limp with pleasure feeling his hard, strong, but defeated masculine body still straining to release those last few spurts of seed before he collapsed and died.

The girl wriggled out from under the man and then rolled him over on his back. He was drowning in his own blood and his breath rattled alarmingly, but he was still alive. She stood over him with one foot on his blood-spattered chest, rubbing her clit with her finger as he watched her.

She said, “You hurt me!” and pulled his unresisting mouth open, stuffing the ruins of his manhood into it. The girl asked the man gently “You know you’re dying don’t you?”

He did.

The girl straddled the defeated man’s body, wrapping her right arm around his head gripping his chin with her hand, her elbow on top of his head, and she looked into his eyes to see him blink. She enjoyed his abject defeat. The shame and humiliation in the eyes of the powerful male. And his last longing gaze at her smooth young pussy.

Then without warning, she wrenched his head hard to one side and felt a snap. His lights went out permanently.

***

His men found the General dead with his throat cut, his neck broken, his bollocks in his mouth, and a thin dribble of semen running down his belly.

END

Dedicated to castrating females: pussy defeats cock and balls!

Beste Petra,

zoek een vent of drink een fles rum leeg, maar hou op met deze onzin.

Intercity....

snake

Ik vind het eerlijk gezegt best een bruut verhaal

speeder - 08 juni 2007 11:03 PM

Ik vind het eerlijk gezegt best een bruut verhaal

zal mij aan mijn reet roesten wat jij vindt....

dat moet je trouwens altijd naar de politie brengen.....

dat dan weer wel....en tog,....petra/peter....ik weet het niet…

Freaky hoor!! wwhahahahahahahahahahha

dan doe je iets stouts…