Stealing the Crown Jewel
STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY
` It was such a long time ago. I stole only from the males. I was rich and
beautiful. But unhappy. I was not yet thirty but seemed to have peaked in
life. What else was there to do, to prove? I had enough money to remain rich
for life. So what? I was bored. `

I was also bitchy. My lover Camile finally had enough. "Why don't you go steal
the Crown Jewel of the Maledom Kingdom? That would be big enough even for
you!"

Now that's a challenge. Nobody knew what it was. Everything really was a
talltale. One thing for sure. It was NOT the stuff those kings wore during
coronation or state banquets. They were "Royal Jewels" and called by that name
in all Maledom publications. In fact, most people thought it was an invention
of Amazon imagination. Where to start?

The king, of course. Camile and I rented a small house in a fashionable
neighborhood close to the Maledom Palace. We told people we were Amazon
artists coming to study their arts. At night, I got into the palace and
stalked the king.

Fortunately, he slept in the same room every night. They were partying. The
king returned to his bedchamber with four women. They began to make love....

I soon found something that interested me a lot more than the jewels. The king
had an unbelievable appetite for sex. Every night he fucked at least three
women. They all moaned and groan so loudly that I could hear them outside. And
they did not fake it. The day after, they all walked with a limp.

Camile did not believe me. Nobody ever heard of a cock like that. I simply had
to go in and see it for myself.

In the bedchamber there was an odd corner covered by a heavy tapestry. It was
built to make the place look good on the outside and no one had any use for
the space. It was perfect for me.

I got in with lots of time to spare. They were partying somewhere in the
garden. Only a sleepy eunuch was there to keep the fire going.......

The King returned with four women. He stripped the blonde. The redhead took
off his gown. Then he took off a small thing hanging from the belt and put it
under his balls. It was a jewelry piece shaped like a spider. The body of the
spider was a huge ruby; the legs were gold. He chanted something and the
spider legs closed together, trapping his balls. The ruby began to glow. So
did his cock....... He did not take it off until the next morning, after his
bath. And the thing went straight back to the belt.

I simply had to steal this thing. If nothing else, to prevent more women from
being ravaged. Camile and I talked about it for hours. It was obviously
magical. But we knew no magic. I could not wait for the long trip back home to
ask the priestesses, if they did not call me crazy first. And did they know
this magic at all? I had to steal it. I was too keyed up.

"I have to cut it off. There is no other way."

Camile did not like it a bit. I was used to stealing things and was gone for
hours before anyone knew something was missing. This time, I would be there
when hell broke loose. But what other choice was there?

I checked out the palace for escape routes and hiding places. It took a month.
It was hard to control the urge to go back to the bedchamber for a second
look. Camile helped a lot with the planning.

The king returned with three beauties. He stripped the blonde.....Finally they
were all exhausted and fell asleep.

I waited another hour before coming out of the corner. First I put sleeping
potion beneath their noses, with an extra generous dose for the king. Then I
tied their wrists and ankles to the bed posts with strong silk ropes. As soon
as they moved, they would pull the knots tight. Then I loop more ropes around
them. They woudl become one big mess. That gave me a few extra minutes.

I was ready. But I hesitated. The ruby was still glowing. The cock was huge,
far bigger than the couple of slave I enjoyed in the pleasure houses. I
reached out to hold it. It was still hot and hard, pulsing in my hand. I was
facinated.

One quick stroke and the cock-ball came off. I put a metal clamp on the base
of the cock to keep the blood in and keep it big. The spider legs opened and I
almost dropped it. They went into the soft leather pouch on my belt and I was
out of there in seconds.

Three minutes later, the alarm drums were sounded. Doom, doom, doom.... I
forced myself to slow down ....

It took me three hours to get home. One look on my face told Camile
everything. The sight of that cock got her so excited that she dragged me to
bed at once. It took two hours of continuous orgasm to calm her down.

It was a wonderful month. We had to stay before the hunt for the jewel thief
cooled down enough for us to go home. Camile preserved the cock. It would be
my only tropy from this last and biggest steal. I was going to donate the
Crown Jewel to the temple. Later, we made a lot of sausages for the long
journey back to Amazonia. We put the cock into one. I wore the Crown Jewel
between my breasts. I doubt if any soldier guarding the city gate knew what it
was.

And that jewel is still in the temple.  

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