Havoc II: Chiseled
STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES
Maybe all those country creole girls just werent enough anymore, maybe he was made for this, eventhough he didnt know much about what i had in mind.
The single idea of carrying out his desires was driving me out of my old
fleshy body.  
  
This man which I didnt knew and appeared from nowhere, was contacting me
through the web, yes, we know, an ad place that was around... here....oh well.  
  
And the request seemed serious enough. The words... uh! those i wanted to
hear! Clever man; no mercy if you tempted me, you'd better know by now...  
  
I asked no stats, i wanted few details. Madame fears nothing, too old for that
now... i've trashed punks of all sorts with my bare hands, i've played with
some psycho madmen and came untouched, but satisfied. I know how to make even
unwilling and so-tough men kneel, and yes, pray...  
  
So, i got to this secluded place, lost in the middle of nothing, away, from my
beloved gray cement jungle and nightly lit corners. It was bright and i hated
this, yeah yeah, the pure hilly air, i'm well adapted to smog... then i
presumed.  
  
All I knew was he was alone. And defenseless that is...  
  
At his home, more than 100km from where I lived and played around... this
piece of flesh had an internet connection... I'll be damned, maybe i'm just
plain too old for this. Perhaps, what I do is so outdated by know...
technology and all, and me, working with raw, primal human meat. Well, just
toughts.  
  
Andrea, yes, a boy's name, came to meet me by the Rover, just in reach, and so
much talking, I had my hands on the nape of his neck in no time. I was
surprised, quite, since this man was barely 28 to 33 years old, and rather
good looking. However, who does care about such things?  
  
I interrogated him on his own bathtub. All, i got all out, even what i didnt
want to hear. It is so lovely to make this big boys cry out loud even their
sick deviant experiences as dumb teenagers... Oh well.  
  
A young carpenter, italian ancesters, and close to his 31 birthday. Alone,
deserted, here as he had chosen. Perhaps too bored... maybe all those country
creole girls just werent enough anymore, maybe he was made for this,
eventhough he didnt know much about what i had in mind. Oh! this mind....  
  
So "let's visit your barn dear boy!" i said and we went in, to this place of
full rawness, obsolete tools and bare animal smell.  
  
"Yes, animal! hands up" I said as i ripped the light clothes he still had.
This old wicked and evil pussy was getting wetter by the second... Hmmm.. such
firm body... and hairy! Oh! I could just imagine... until they came to me.
Dull heavy balls hanging so pink, fresh and low in this awfull heat. It was an
illusion, something so pretty and innocent to look at.  
  
Oh well, so I tied him. Till the old ropes from his barn burned that poor
skin. I dont want my specimens free and in motion. Oh no. I always tend to tie
them heavily, leaving the treasures absolutely exposed for proper treatment.  
  
And this was not the exception. I behaved at first. This magnificent piece of
flesh, and the two large orbs were there for my fast resolve. It took no time
tying the penis, with some rough rope at the base, exposing the glans and
getting some of that adorable Malbec wine he stored at his barn straight from
the bottles.  
  
"Oh, look boy! such a lovely iron chisel! and soooo big!" i said, i wanted
this done soon enough. Didn't have a pie in my oven right then, but wanted
this quick and sharp. In my usual monstruous and cruel way...  
  
"First we must get this nailed sweety." and the heavy hammer drove thin 6 inch
steel nails through his loose scrotum securing him to the carpenter wooden
bench.  
  
This he loved I must say, although he was crying like a 2 year-old out of
candy, and begging... oh my! If I responded to such begging... ha ha... where
would i be know...? poor things.  
  
I was jolly and playfull now, so i designed my own game. Its... sort of... "I
dont know what i strike"... with a hand on my face "covering" my eyes, and the
other... well: with that chisel... so:  
  
TACKKK!! Aaawwwwww!!!  
  
Uh? where did that go? and I looked, the chisel had cut right the outer
portion of his left ball, but it was just theloose skin! Why so much crying???
Ok... sissy sissy, Then again!  
  
TACKKK!! Ohhhh!!! gawdddd!!!!  
  
"All tensed now you boy??" the chisel had perforated the thick middle part of
his shaft and had wounded it for good now. But before the whole thing started
to deflate, i got bolder, and launched a third strike against the silky pink
head of the thing. Yaaak!! Awwwwwffff!!! was all was heard and the scream
lasted decades. This rusty chisel had halved it and i was surreal now, in
extasis. So this young once fully functional lovepiece was wounded for life
and my orgasms were raining on me as i worked more. And with just the chisel,
that lovely tool, I pierced his large testicle in the middle. The impact was
fast and well aimed. I was so watching and conscious, unlike him right at this
moment.  
  
So, the wooden bench was all blood and tissue, so, there was a piece of
testicle and scrotum extra-corpore, out and free. Maybe... in the wild, the
country red-ants would have finished this fast and assertive job....  
  
and they did.-  
  
-Comments welcome to kathycba43 AT hotmail.com. Merci.   
-I will temporarily discontinue Havoc Series since i'm devoted to much defying sci-fi/terror subject. You'll hear the knews my dears... "warm" kisses;  
\------------MissK.-  
  
  
  

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