Extra Income VI
STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, WARNING - SNUFF
A Eunuch’s wife finds a way to earn extra cash as a hit woman.&nbsp; One client failed to pay, a deadly mistake.
My eunuch husband Jim helped me again. I had this client who ordered a final
solution for a rival in Chicago. He seemed to be on the up & up, so I accepted
the down payment and blew into the windy city in order to take care of my
contract. After concluding business, I mailed the gonads to my client and went
back home to Jim.  
  
After a couple of weeks, I had not received the final payment. The job was
certainly final, so I expected payment. I sent “Mr. Scrooge” a polite email
reminding him of the second $10,000 due. No reply. I sent two more emails with
no result. I even made two phone calls, but he disconnected his cell. I was
pissed. Then Jim suggested a course of action, and helped with the technology.  
  
Back to the Windy City I went, and sought out my client. I knew his home
address, so I waited there for him to leave one morning. He worked as a
manager in a video store in one of the suburbs. Shortly after he opened the
store, I entered. He had never seen me before, so he showed no surprise. It
was early on a Tuesday morning, so I was the only customer. Actually, he would
be "the customer" receiving the services though. :)  
  
I wore a very low cut blouse to show off my ample assets to their best
advantage. He noticed. I called out and asked for some help, and he was only
too anxious to come out from behind the counter and join me by the racks of
DVDs. As he faced me, I threw my arms around him and introduced myself.  
  
“I’m Sharon Fox” I said, and he looked shocked. Just then I pressed a button
on a small remote control that I held in my hands behind my back. I wore a
very special “hi tech” bra that Jim had modified for me. On either side of my
boobs there was a small cylinder with a CO2 charged syringe of a paralyzing
agent. As we hugged, Mr. Scrooge got two little pricks in his chest and two
injections set off by the remote. His eyes were locked on my cleavage as the
syringes did their job. The paralyzing agent works quickly, and he slumped to
the floor, wide awake but unable to move.  
  
“You really should have paid your bill” I told him. “Your victim dangled his
balls by my pussy as he filled my womb with his cum. You got your money’s
worth in his doom, just as we agreed, and you received his balls as the
contract specified” I said. “Your victim got to enjoy himself just before the
end, kind of like a condemned man’s last meal. You however will get no such
pleasure since you are a skin flint and a cheat”.  
  
I took the keys out of his pocket and locked the front door, turning off the
“OPEN” sign and turning on a “CLOSED” sign.  
  
I went back to him and unbuttoned my blouse. It had two small holes now. I
unfastened my bra and slid down my skirt. “Here’s what your target got to
feast upon for his last meal. You will just get to look”. Of course he could
not reply verbally, but I could see the reply from his penis in the tent
rising in his slacks. .  
  
With that I unzipped his pants and pulled them down around his paralyzed
ankles. Then I slid off his boxers. I found it funny that he sported a raging
hard-on as I pulled out a carving knife from my shopping bag. I am sure he
would have screamed if he could, but not a sound came forth as I sliced off
his balls. He watched with a combination of pain, fear, and awe as I held up
one ball, opened my mouth, and chewed it up. “One down the hatch, one to go” I
said, and then repeated with his other ball. They actually tasted pretty good,
kind of like a chewy version of steak tartar. “No more babies for you!”  
  
“Now for your final suck-off” I said and sliced off his big boner. He was
bleeding out as I held up his dick and began to suck on its little head. “Oh,
I’ll just let you finish” I told him, and I stuffed his penis into his own
mouth. He gurgled a little and passed out. He would bleed to death within 15
minutes, and the cops would assume it was a mafia hit. I slipped out the back
door of the store and headed back home.  
  
Simple lesson here: Pay your bills. Bill collection can be a painful process!  
  
I wonder what his penis would have tasted like. I guess I’ll have to find out
on some future man. Maybe YOU?  
  
Thinking of you guys,  
  
Sharon Fox  
jimfoxeu@hotmail.com  
  

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