Chaste Bob's Erotica

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the direct sequel to Joint Operation.

By Chastebob

Captain Gormly’s Resistance had officially joined Commander Ryan’s Raiders and were out of the field and back in their secret base, an abandoned tourist resort in the woods. Although there had only been a few defections when the announcement was made, there were still rough patches with a few troopers, both male and female. Sherry and David, or ‘Commander and her Captain’ as they were being called in some quarters, spent a lot of time arbitrating minor disputes. Some of it could be passed off to not having a major mission in the weeks following Sherry’s rescue. Some of it could be the men adjusting to being back in chastity. Even without a philosophy in support of this control of male sexuality, something would have been needed to keep the combined unit from declining into a state of always anticipating an orgy. Those men without specific keyholders among the Raiders had their keys held by the Medic and release determined by Lt. Caruthers, the female XO. To keep things simple, absent negative reports from their unit leaders they all tended to get released on the same schedule.

Looking over the list of issues with personnel they would be dealing with this afternoon, David came across an interesting correlation. Most of the problems seemed to happen with or between troopers who were not keyholders or who did not have a keyholder.

“That’s interesting, but we can’t exactly force a matchup.” Sherry asked when he mentioned his finding. “Besides, there are still more men than women. Do you think there are enough on both sides that would be comfortable with a multiple situation?”

In the real world cuckolding was definitely encouraged by the Council, but most women were not interested and the men who thought they were tended not to be once they were actually exposed to it in reality.

“No, I don’t think that the cuckold model will solve the problem. Plus we still have the lesbians.”

Around 15% of the Raiders’ original complement were lesbian or bi-sexual, and although a few of them held keys for men, most were not interested in even being involved in teasing a specific male by holding his key.

“Perhaps Cathy could give a little more personal attention to those un-paired men, you know, make sure that they felt their release schedule was more personal?” Sherry opined.

David knew that Lt. Caruthers didn’t care for being the default keyholder for men without a specific lady. She was a good soldier and would follow any orders given, but David knew she actually thought the job was beneath her position; she didn’t even seem to enjoy the more direct power it gave her. David wondered if she weren’t actually more to the lesbian side of sexual orientation.

“I don’t think that will solve all of the issues. What they need is a little more personal teasing; keep that desire high along with the hope of release. Lt. Caruthers doesn’t have the time to take that on.” Or perhaps even the desire, he added to himself.

David and Sherry had long talks about the psycho-dynamics of female control of male sexuality. In an all male unit, sexual opportunity and stimulus is largely missing. Masturbation levels are not high because there are other more emergent concerns that preclude too much thought about sex. Occasionally sexual urges surface and masturbation is available to tamp them down again. But in the highly mixed unit, the thought of sex and the presumption of availability is always close at hand and overpowers the daily chores and the dangers of the missions that try to push it to the back burner. So the only way this can work is with a replication of standard tease and denial in relationships; where the sexual energy is kept high, but channeled and focused on the tasks needed. In a sense, the arousal of teasing (even without release) is the safety valve that keeps denial from simply being anger provoking frustration.

“I’ll ask Cathy to make a discreet call for volunteers to be keyholders. They don’t have to have that much personal contact to be effective at teasing, so they don’t have to think of this as being in a relationship.” Sherry was sure this would be a step in the right direction. David thought it couldn’t hurt, but more might be needed.

“Good. I think that will help a lot. Perhaps there is something else we can do along with that. Didn’t you say that the sex workers were essentially spies for Renee Alexandra?”

“That’s right. Some are fiercely loyal to her, others just trying to survive by paying her off with information and bribes to stay in business.”

“If we could identify some sympathetic workers we could send some of the unpaired to them for a combination of reward and to gather intel and even feed false intel to the Council. We can send different men at different times. Some with no key, just to get teased, others to get a release, and all to expand information about what’s going on.”

“That’s a good idea. I’ll get Intelligence working on it right now.”

***

It had been about a month since David’s last orgasm, his first with Sherry. He had dutifully given her many with his tongue, and she had teased him frequently with hers but not allowed him to finish. She had held out the promise of pussy sex for agreeing to chastity, but so far she had not allowed him in her. They had slipped out of their fatigues, and as she unlocked him he grew to full length immediately.

“Is he ready to go where he’s never been before?” she asked in her most seductive voice. Tonight promised to be different, even though he still might not be allowed to orgasm.

“Always, Ma’am,” he answered with a big smile.

“I’ve been teasing myself too, you know,” she said with a fake pout in her voice. “I’ve denied myself your cock for this long month. I’ve driven myself crazy thinking about what it would feel like to have you in me.” She smiled at the irony of being ‘denied’ while having had almost an orgasm a day, while he had none.

“It would be my pleasure to relieve your denial,” David said smiling.

“Just as long as you don’t relieve yours until I say,” she admonished with playful seriousness.

They began as they first had a month ago with oral preliminaries, except that Sherry had a shuddering climax. Her orgasm brought David so close he had to signal her he was close, and she held off on his stimulation for a moment. With him still on his back, she turned around, faced him and squatted over his cock. She spread those beautiful pussy lips and teased him with them. His cock head grew visibly larger.

“Oh I know where he wants to go,” Sherry almost giggled like a girl.

“It’s the same place he’s ached to go since we met,” David replied earnestly.

“How flattering,” she smiled. She lowered herself till just the tip of his cock touched the inside of her pussy lips. With a little bit of movement she was using the head of his dick to rub her clit. It was driving David mad; he tried to thrust up a little. But the lithe young woman simply raised herself a little, maintaining just the faintest contact.

“No thrusting. Not yet. Just lay back and let me do the work.” She said urgently, then softly, “or be in control, whichever explanation you like.”

David groaned and felt himself getting close. Sherry sensed it too and broke contact for a few moments, then resumed when he seemed to have regained control.

“I’m going to let you in me,” she said in seriousness, “but I don’t want you cumming on the first stroke. I’m not sure I’m going to let you cum this time. I might, but I might not. So I don’t want any ‘accidents’. Are we clear?”

“Crystal, Ma’am,” he answered in a military manner.

She began to lower and raise herself in long, slow, and full strokes on his member. It was deliciously maddening. It took a supreme effort of will not to thrust up to quicken the pace, but David knew that despite how much she cared for him, she was firmly committed to women in charge of male sexuality. He had no doubt that she would punish him for disobedience. He could tell that she was getting closer to her orgasm. Her vaginal muscles were tightening on his cock, not wanting to let it out of her warmth.

“You can move now,” she said breathlessly, “I’m getting close.”

“Me too,” he answered. It was his cue to begin thrusting at will, but he still needed to maintain control over his own stimulation, Sherry might be able to ride this close to the edge for some time. He tried to focus on the tightness of his balls, and the feeling on his shaft, anything but the intense stimulation at the head of his dick. Their prearranged signal was if he asked if he could cum, that meant he was moments away from the point of no return. If permission wasn’t given he’d need to stop stimulation briefly to regain control. David was just about to ask when Sherry’s breathing got very short.

“Now! Cum in me now!” It had all the urgency of a battlefield order.

It was an order he could not have refused even if he wanted to. David felt huge spasms rock his entire genital region. He could literally feel the huge spurts striking the inside of her pussy. His climax triggered hers. She ground her sex down onto his, pushing him in as deep as physically possible. When both of their spasms subsided they held each other in a close embrace while their breathing returned to normal.

“Thank you! That was worth the wait,” David said.

She just smiled, pleased that she had a man who understood how to please a woman both physically and emotionally, validating her loving control for their mutual benefit. It was the model her parents had shown her growing up. When their brief rest was over she moved her sex up to his mouth. Massive amounts of his cum were already dripping out and into her bush. He carefully captured all of the dripping strings, and then sucked the hairs to gather every sticky drop there. When she was clean on the outside she settled her pussy lips onto his mouth and used her vaginal muscles to squeeze out the rest of his offering. He swallowed every drop, while giving her clit a few playful swipes with his tongue. Sherry had another orgasm as the last of his cum was squeezed out. The idea of a man consuming his own seed, especially directly from her sex was a huge turn on for her.

***

The XO, Lt. Caruthers, had been promoted to Captain and given the Intelligence function as well. She was presenting a mission idea to Commander Ryan, and had specifically asked that Captain Gormly be included, though she knew he probably would in any case. It would soon be clear why she specifically wanted him there. She stood behind a topographic map of their area.

“We have an interesting opportunity, but it may require some difficult choices. A men’s resistance unit has set up a semi-permanent camp here.” She gestured at a location a couple valleys over from their position. “We’ve confirmed that these men are Marauders.”

Marauders were everything the Council said about all resistance; savage criminals bent on the destruction of female led society. To the extent they wanted to replace it with anything it would be a male dominated culture the likes of which hadn’t been seen for hundreds of years.  Women would be the literal slaves of men, to be used only as sexual toys and occasionally for breeding. Marauders didn’t limit their activities to fighting the Council’s forces. If they were short of women prisoners they were known to kidnap female civilians.

“The camp is one of their rape camps.” The contempt in Captain Caruthers’ voice was palpable. David had heard of these places, but thought, hoped, it was just Council propaganda. “The longer that camp remains there, the greater the chances that they will discover us or encounter one of our patrols. But that’s not our biggest issue. Some of the women being held there are Harmon’s Harridans, and there is rumor of a high value target from the Justice Center, the rest are civilians.”

Sgt. Harmon had been regular military before the Female Council took over. She was ruthless, a man hater and had trained elite units to be highly effective combat forces. They were fanatically committed to the Council and followed orders, no matter how savage. Any male captured by them was certain to be castrated, as a matter of course. If he were lucky it would be done quickly and perfunctorily, if not he might be subjected to days of torturous interrogation before being unmanned in any event. If the Marauders had some of them, it seemed like justice to David.

“If we had some intel we might be able to hit the camp when there were few if any ‘patrons’. The core personnel for the camp have to be pretty small. But then what do we do with the prisoners? Specifically the ones that we’d be fighting as soon as they got back to their base,” David offered.

“Not only that. How much of an announcement do we want to make that ours is a combined gender force? Not knowing that there is such a force out there could be to our tactical advantage.” Sherry mused over the problem. The three of them began a brainstorming session.

The main objective was to get the camp destroyed and drive the Marauders from the area. They could tip off Female Council forces to its location and let them take care of it. But the Council might respond in force to the whole area and find the Raiders. In addition, some very bad people (the Harridans) will be back in service. That left taking them on themselves. Then that raised the issue of what to do with both the prisoners and the Marauders. Obviously the civilians would be freed. Regarding the Harridans and Marauders execution seemed to be the only final outcome that was workable. And here was why Caruthers wanted to ensure David was present. For the civilian rapes, if nothing else, the Marauders should be castrated, even if executed later. How would David’s men feel about that? Will this spark another defection? Likewise, Captain Caruthers felt many of the men might want to see the Harridans suffer some form of female genital mutilation given their penchant for castrating any male they captured. And correspondingly, how would the female troops feel about that? And beyond any question of loyalty or obedience, what does the Raider cause more good?

David assured them that there would be no trouble from the men as long as Marauders who had raped civilian women were castrated. IF there happened to be any Marauder who was only involved in raping or torturing the Harridans, there would be trouble if they were more than executed. Cathy offered the opinion that mutilating the Harridans might be a tougher sale to the women, but that she thought it could be done if the case were made that the Harridans would castrate good men, like David’s troopers. They were ‘home free’ when David offered to talk to one of the men who in fact had been castrated by the Harridans before he joined David’s resistance to see if he would share his story.

“That leaves us only the high value Justice Center target. We don’t know who she is yet,” Captain Caruthers summed up.

“We’ll have to decide that after we capture her and know who she is,” Sherry said.

“You know we still have a fine line to walk here,” David said. “How much do we want to let the world know to promote our joint cause versus a tactical advantage of secrecy? For example, are the civilians rescued by a joint gender force? Who gets credit for the execution of the Harridans?”

“Good questions,” Sherry said, but waved past them. “Perhaps the answers will become clear as we work out operational plans. We can’t let those monsters hold the civilian women like that. I’m inclined to believe that all of the Marauders raped the civilians at one time or another, but if we can find one not accused by any civilian victim, I’ll spare his balls on the way to the firing squad.”

David and Cathy were left to come up with some detailed operational plans. Cathy suggested that they use a reverse of the ruse that got Sherry out of prison. The men will pretend to be “customers” ready for R&R who just happen to have some new additions to the “stock”. That would give the men a good reason to have their weapons at the ready. As much as even David wanted to see the Marauder monsters suffer, he had to agree quietly with Cathy that it would probably be best if there weren’t too many survivors. They agreed to describe the rules of engagement as “don’t take any unnecessary risks trying to capture opposing forces”. Unless they were unarmed, kneeling with hands in the air they should still be considered hostile and dangerous. Female Raiders would secure the cells and prisoner records. No prisoners were to be released until the Raiders could verify their status. All after action activities would be conducted away from the Raiders’ camp. The rape camp was to be burned.

Sherry had stayed up the mountain from the rape camp in a small temporary base while the action unfolded. It took both Cathy and David to convince her that the risk of capture was too great on this mission. Fortunately the raid went well. Sherry could see the camp ablaze from her location and soon Captains Caruthers and Gormly arrived with some blindfolded prisoners. The prisoners were taken by Captain Caruthers' intelligence officers for further sorting out. Only two of the Marauders were taken alive. One of the rape victims, already verified as a civilian, confirmed that both of the surviving Marauders had raped her. The Marauders had already mutilated the clits and labia of the Harridans before raping them repeatedly. It was unclear what the Harridans thought was happening, but they attacked the female Raiders who were opening their cells and all Harridans were killed. Intelligence was still sorting out the remaining female captives. At least two were fighters with the Council's regular forces, not part of the fanatical Harridans. But the prize of the raid was a Justice Center official.

"We have Commander Harris." Captain Caruthers had saved this best news for last, knowing its importance to Commander Ryan.

Sherry's pupils widened while her gaze narrowed.

"Really!?"

"Oh, yes, and she's been untouched. Apparently the Marauders thought she could be used for leverage."

"Excellent work! Both of you!" Sherry stated emphatically but there was something in her tone that neither David nor Cathy had ever heard before. "When you have determined who the civilians are and who were the regular fighters I want to speak to them personally."

There were four civilians and three fighters surviving the raid. The civilians offered to help the Raiders in any way they could. They were told to go back to their lives and if there was anything they could do they might be called upon. In the meantime, keep telling others the truth about the rebellion. After interviewing the fighters two of them wanted to join the Raiders. David was unsure about that decision until both Sherry and Cathy reminded him that there were plenty of women in the Raiders who weren't too sure about his men joining at first.

"These women are fighting for the ideals of the Female Council, not the abuses they have degenerated into. They are basically just like I was before I was used and betrayed by the Council," Sherry said.

"What happens to the remaining fighter?" David asked.

"We let her rejoin their forces. A seed has been planted. She now knows not everyone opposing the Council wants to undo the female led society. She now has seen men working with and under women to end rape camps and fight male criminals. It may be our best strike at the heart of the Council's support yet."

Scouts came into the temporary camp on the mountain. More Marauders were coming to investigate the fire. There would be no time for exacting justice on the Marauder rapists. Sherry thought quickly.

“Bring the civilians and the Council fighter who is returning to me,” she directed to David. Then to Cathy, “assemble an all female strike team. Ambush and kill as many of the Marauders as possible in a fast strike and then move on to check for more. I want every Marauder unit on roads leading to that rape camp hit with some casualties. But don’t stay and engage. If you hit enough places we will seem like a bigger force.”

The Council fighter and four civilians were with Sherry while the Marauder prisoners were bound not far away.

“I’m going to ask you to take the two prisoners to town where you can turn them over to the authorities. The civilians will accompany you.  Do you have a problem with that?” Sherry asked sincerely.

“Not at all. But I’m not going to lie about anything that happened here just to protect your fighters,” she answered with equal sincerity.

“I’m not asking you to. Tell them whatever you like. I think you’ll find that it won’t matter.”

“What about Commander Harris?”

“I have unfinished business with her. After you’ve delivered the Marauders to the authorities you will find her at the remains of the rape camp.” The soldier only knew some of the story; that Harris was somehow responsible for Commander Ryan’s involvement in her father getting his cock cut off. Even the soldier doubted the validity of the so called ‘trial by behavior’, at least as it was conducted in that case. The Council soldier saluted Ryan and left with her captives and escort.

Commander Ryan, Captain Gormly, two long time female Raiders and the female medic were the only ones in the tent with Commander Harris, who was still tightly bound.

“Well, Commander, I’ve been thinking about this meeting for some time,” Sherry began. She had that same strange tone in her voice. David finally realized what it was, cold anger, the sort that permits the most heinous acts of revenge to be plotted and carried out calmly and in full control. Commander Harris was visibly worried.

“Look, Ryan … Sherry. They told me your father had agreed to the whole thing. I didn’t know he didn’t know it would be you. And for obvious reasons I couldn’t tell you. Frankly, I thought I was doing him a favor providing a way for him to clear his name without any publicity.”  Harris spoke earnestly and what she hoped was convincingly.

“Even if the facts are as you say, I well remember how you enticed me to do the job with comments about how good this service would look on my resume. You didn’t have to play that card too strongly because you took advantage of my naiveté and adolescent enthusiasm. I believe you enjoyed the idea that there was a good chance he would fail your bullshit test. By doing your part to blur the line between thoughts and deeds, you’ve helped create an unjust system.”

Commander Harris had no response. Her crestfallen expression was as much as a confession that Sherry had made an accurate assessment of her involvement.

“Much as I would love to hear you scream and beg for mercy, I think I’ll settle for the muffled sounds of suffering,” she said producing a full ball gag.

Harris was stripped and her legs secured wide apart. Sherry picked up a scalpel from the medical tray and moved between the stretched open legs.

“This won’t be as quick as my father’s procedure, but you do understand that as a guilty party you really should suffer more than the innocent man you helped to harm.” Then she added almost as an aside, “Not to mention the innocent girl.”

The scalpel sliced away the upper attachments of the labia to the clitoris. Harris gritted it out through the burning pain of that procedure.

“Now we cut under the clitoris so it can be separated from the rest of the vulva,” Sherry narrated. The forceps grasped the clitoris and pulled it up while the knife slipped under a pencil thick piece of flesh. Harris was screaming continuously into the gag. A couple of slices along the top sides of the shaft and more of the clitoris pulled up.

“My but we have a long one, don’t we?” Sherry remarked as an almost two inch long clit was held up above a bloody gash, still attached at its base.

“Now a lot of your garden variety clit cutters just sever the base here and call it done, cutting off labia is also an option. But the clitoris doesn’t just run up the mound, it has two little ‘legs’ that go down each side of the vagina, near the opening. And now you know why some declitted women turn into size queens, got to get some pressure on what’s left. I’m going to cut these little ligaments and pull the whole structure out.”

So this was how she had dealt with the trauma, she just boxed it up and walled it off for a time when she could express it all at once. Harris was frantic in her struggles but the troopers held her as well as her bonds. Sherry worked slowly and carefully to Harris’ muffled screams and sobs. Finally freeing all attachments and blood vessels she pulled the entire structure out.

“My but look at those long ‘legs’ on it! I’m sure you could have had an orgasm from penetration alone, and not even an oversized one. It’s good we’ve eliminated that possibility.”

With the pleasure giving organs completely removed the medic was allowed to stitch her back together. Without further words Harris was taken to the site of the former rape camp, while the others made their way back to permanent quarters at the old lodge. Sherry went straight to bed and slept. When she awoke the next morning she was her usual self, without any reference to the incident with Commander Harris.

The newsfeeds were all filled with stories of last night’s events. “Overnight the Council’s counter insurgency forces attacked and routed members of the Men’s Resistance. These heroes also rescued a Justice Center officer, a counter insurgency soldier and four civilians from a rape camp the resistance had established. Two of the rapists were captured alive.” The video showed the two Marauders still handcuffed and obviously in worse shape than when the Raiders had last seen them. The video switched to the four civilians. “We’re so happy to be free and grateful to the forces that rescued us from such an awful situation.” The women were still upset and the reporters let them go back inside the police station. The voice over continued while pictures of the burned out camp were shown. “Several other Council soldiers were tortured and killed at the camp. The Justice Center officer, Commander Harris, (her identification picture in her uniform was shown) was rescued alive, but she’s been severely tortured by the rebels. She is expected to live but will suffer from her injuries for the rest of her life. Evidence was found at the camp that other Council soldiers had been previously tortured and died apparently attempting a break out while Council forces were trying to breach the compound. The surviving rapists will go on trial shortly and you can expect a televised special on their punishments.”

“You were right,” David said to Sherry. “It didn’t really matter what the soldier, or even Harris said.”

“And the best part is the raping Marauders only saw female fighters so as far as they’re concerned it was a Council strike force – they can have a public trial and there isn’t anything they can say that would contradict the official version.”

“Were you sure they’d cover up the business with Harris?” David asked, a little in awe of his Commander’s intuition about these things.

“I was pretty sure. All they needed was someone else they could blame it on. The Council miscalculated with my father’s punishment. The whole trial by behavior concept didn’t get the wholehearted endorsement from the public they would have liked. Even those who thought the concept was OK felt that involving me was going too far. Add to that the persistent stories that the whole child molestation accusation was cooked up by Renee Alexander to consolidate her power by removing my father’s influence and concerns about the erosion of the rights of accused. Dana Stewart was little help because this was an opportunity to make the Council seem fair minded and not gender biased. No one on the Council wants to revisit that incident.”

“And now not only the civilians, but Harris and the soldier as well know just how big a lie the Council is willing to support to protect its power.”

“Kind of undercuts their moral superiority, doesn’t it?” Sherry smiled.

***

Everyone in the Raider camp was looking forward to the televised castration and execution of the Marauders from the rape camp. It was safe to say that interest was high, not only for their part in putting a stop to them, but also because in the sexually heightened atmosphere the chances that the men would be unlocked for sex improved.

Tuning in for the main event the screen went black and then the civilian victims from the camp told the story of their captivity.

“I was kidnapped while coming home from a party at a friend’s. They gagged me and put a sack over my head and shoved me in the back of a van. When I struggled they hit me in the back of the head and I passed out. When I awoke I was naked and strapped down to table with my legs spread apart. At least a dozen men roughly raped me that first night. They were filthy and the only clean up between visitors was a hose that got turned on my sex.  That was the easy night. Other nights as many 30 men used me.”

Her testimony faded out while other survivors told similar stories. … “Getting my period only slowed some of the traffic. There were more than enough men who wanted to see blood on their cocks and pretend they just busted my cherry. Or who wanted to use the situation to humiliate me.”… “I heard terrible screams coming from one of the rape rooms on several occasions and later discovered that some of the women had been mutilated. I guess I was lucky they didn’t do that to me.” …

“And now,” a lovely but serious looking female announcer appeared, “the castration and execution of some of the men responsible for these heinous crimes. But let’s give them a taste of their own ‘medicine’ first, shall we?”

A curtain pulled back to reveal both rapists secured to rape tables much like they had used themselves. Two of the surviving victims were raping their asses with enormous strapons that had to be at least 3 inches in diameter. The Marauders were screaming in pain at each vicious thrust. The women were clearly in a world of their own possessed by powerful feelings of vengeance. The announcer began her commentary as the curtains were opening.

“Here are the vile scum who were trying to tear down the order in our world. Captured at the rape camp they set up for their amusement. Looks like the tables have turned a little. What’s the matter boys? Too much of a good thing? Now some of you may be wondering if those dildos are lubricated, and the answer is they are but certainly not for the comfort or convenience of the men. We want them to feel the pain of the stretch and the fullness of over penetration. If we don’t lube the dildos they just tear a hole open and we don’t want the boys here to bleed to death, too soon that is.”

The announcer went on to tell about how these rebels had kidnapped women from local towns to fill out their camp. She recounted numbers victims who suffered at this camp and sadly the few that survived to the liberation of the camp. There was a brief recap of the official story of the camps liberation by forces of the Council. The women pulled the enormous dildos out of the men’s assholes and began to fit their strapons with even longer but skinnier members.

“Now watch these dildos. They are thinner than the first ones, only about an inch thick, but look how long! They are much more flexible and are a full two feet long! That’s long enough to ensure that it will reach all the way to the rib cage and a little way through the turn in the colon at that point. But that’s not all. Hope you boys like ‘em big.”

The ladies demonstrated that once inserted they could inflate them with fluid, causing the thickness to swell to two inches all down the enormous length. Once they were back to original size they began feeding the garden hose looking contraptions into the Marauders’ asses to some accompanying grunts and groans. You could almost mark the progress of the dildo as it snaked through their large intestines as each grimace and groan. Both rapists suddenly howled as the last 6 inches went in.

“That, I’m told, is where the turn in the colon was made, pressing against the underside of their rib cage. Can you feel us, boys?” The announcer was in good voice today.

As the huge fake cocks were inflated the men began to scream and gasp for breath.

“What’s the matter? Why don’t you just relax and enjoy it!?” one of the women said with hostile ferocity in her voice. “Isn’t that what you said to me!? Is that big enough for YOU?”

The crowd could be heard in the background cheering the women on. The former victims of these rapists pulled their strapons back just enough to keep ramming around that turn in the colon, eliciting new screams and howls from the men each time. The announcer kept up a running commentary of the suffering being delivered in payback as well as reminding everyone of how merciless they had been to the victims of the rape camp. Eventually the women tired of their efforts and pulled the python like penises out of the rapists.

“We really hate to let them off this easy,” the announcer continued, “considering how long they kept their victims captive but we have other activities to get to.”

Unstrapped from the tables and turned over and re-secured on their backs with legs spread wide, the next phase was obvious. The cameras got their tight shots of the face and genitals of both men and the display split into four screens. One of the Marauders said something and a guard came closer while the microphone was moved in closer as well.

“This is wrong. This is cruel,” he almost whined. His remark immediately infuriated the guard.

“Wrong!? Cruel!? How fucking dare you!” She screamed at him while taking a heavy night stick and smashing it into the side of his jaw, visibly breaking the jaw in several places and leaving him unable to utter any intelligible sounds. The audience cheered the loudest at this.

“Incredible!” said the announcer. “We’re used to criminals pleading for mercy they never showed their victims, but to insinuate that justice is cruel but what they did wasn’t. That’s too much and I certainly don’t blame the guard for silencing him. No one should have to listen to that crap.”

The two civilians each took a rapists’ nut and began mashing it between her thumbs and fingers. Of course the little eggs tried to slip away until they found just the right grip and could continuously apply pressure. The rapist with the broken jaw made loud sounds but it was hard to tell if he were trying to say any more. His conspirator screamed and begged for the pressure to stop. First one then the other man emitted a high pitch scream as their former victims managed to completely crush the testicle in their hands. There was more cheering from the crowds. Guards attached small vice clamps to the remaining testicles and slowly began tightening the jaws. After close to 10 minutes of gradually increasing pressure the last of the testicles burst amid a chorus of screams. The painful cries of the criminals were lost in the roar of the crowd.

“And now our ladies will have their revenge on the very instruments of their torment. Remember, girls, just the tip; leave something for the guards to do.”

Each of the women were handed a small serrated knife. But the blade had been dulled slightly so it took quite a bit of sawing back and forth for them to remove the penis head of each man. The screaming from the rapists was almost constant now. As soon as the civilians finished with the cock heads a guard took over and began sawing again, and again, until both penises had been removed completely by a total of three cuts. The men may have been trying to scream but they could no longer make any sound. Blood had splattered the stage and aprons of the participants, but the guards held onto the stubs to stop blood flow.

“Now this would be a good place to stop if all these monsters had done was kidnap and rape. But we know they killed the women when they tired of raping them. And for that they are to be executed. The mercy you’ve been looking for gentlemen, it’s here, now. You’ll be allowed to die quietly.”

The guards released the pressure on the penis stumps and blood gushed out. Eventually they passed out and died by bleeding out.

***

The women who took their vengeance out on their rapists would eventually become castratrixes for the Sex Offender Justice Center, but they never forgot that it was a combined force of men and women who freed them from their torturers. At the Raiders’ Camp there was an unusual amount of nocturnal activity and celebration that evening.