Author: Priapus Title: Busting a Nut Part: 7 Epilogue Summary: A man is lured out of a strip club to a palatial estate and finds himself the guest of honor at an orgiastic celebration. Keywords: MF, MM, M+F+, Fdom, cbt, fist, cast, rape, tort, nc, snuff, rim, scat, piss, vore Universe: Scythian Sisterhood Busting a Nut Priapus <priapic_wonder@yahoo.com> http://castrisecret.tumblr.com/ After the ceremony was completed, and the crowd had dispersed back into the mansion to work off the intense erotic tension generated by the elaborate rituals they had witness, the prisoner was slowly lowered the ground onto a stretcher, and toted to the recovery room. He may have been conscious, but the ordeal he had suffered had drained all resistance from his body, so restraints were unnecessary. Dr. Orchimedes tended to his maimed scrotum. The experienced surgeon was surprised at how long the prisoner’s drug-induced tumescence lasted. Even after he was all stitched up--a smooth, bruised patch of skin where his balls had once hung proudly--the man still had a thick meaty cock. Not stiff enough for penetration, but with a little more stimulation it might be able to produce a workable erection. The doctor toyed with the impressive phallus idly as he waited for the call from Pandora, considering what sorts of wonderful tortures lay in store for the sensitive, but reproductively useless, bit of male flesh. Hours later, after most of the guests had dispersed; the doctor declared John fit enough to be presented to Pandora for assignment. Two burly consorts dragged the naked, wilted man by the arms from the recovery room to her private suite and launched him into the middle of her Persian carpet. She was sitting behind her desk, naked, on the back of a similarly naked servant. John looked up from the floor, and could see the other man’s naked form clearly below the open frame of the writing desk. His crotch was completely smooth, no cock, no balls. The man wore nothing but a blindfold. On his back, he saw the now familiar sight of his tormentor’s naked pussy. She sat with her legs spread, to give him the best view of that which he could never possess. “Thank you for joining me.” Her voice was sweet, caring almost. She stood and walked toward him. He could hardly roll over, much less carry out the drive he had to tackle her and choke the life out of her. He lay on his back and stared up at her, into her. “You’re not so different from the other men who have come through here, John. You think you are, but you are the same sort of scum we are all too familiar with here in the Sisterhood. There was a knock at the door. ‘Come in,” she called. “Mark, good to see you again. I have to compliment you on your appetizer tonight. What don’t you come join me here? Let John see how devoted you are to the Sisterhood. Let him see what a devoted servant is willing to do to impress us.” The servant was naked as he straddled the prone form of the exhausted prisoner. John didn’t know it but the servants only wore their leather “humility” straps in the presence of men and women who would otherwise be shocked to see the mangled male parts that hung between their legs. “Mark is one of the lucky ones,” Pandora explained as she reached between his legs. “We allowed him to keep his testicles intact, mostly because he in turn agreed to serve us unconditionally, and proved his devotion by cutting the head off of his own erection, sautéing it, and serving it to me as a symbol of his love for our severe discipline. It was delicious, and even more so when he whipped up a frappe of his tasty semen as a topping.” Mark squatted down and showed John his cock, or what was left of it. It was a stump, the charred end tinged with black. Mark seemed proud of it. “Did you enjoy the flavor?” he asked of the writhing prisoner. I sliced paper thing pieces off for that Carpaccio you had tonight, made a nice glaze with my cum. Then burnt the end in the frying pan to make it stop bleeding.” He had a manic look, and John didn’t react…he was in shock at the idea of having eaten a portion of another man, willingly offered. “It doesn’t matter if you liked it, Mistress Pandora said she did. That’s all that matters.” The servant looked back at her. “Will you take my balls soon Mistress? Please? I’ll cut them off and serve them myself!” “Not yet, Mark, not until we’ve eaten all the rest of your delicious cock.” She looked down at the charred stump. “It doesn’t look like it will be long now, dear.” Mark left, happy and hopeful. Pandora looked down at John. She called over the two burly consorts that had dragged him into the room. “Hold him down, I want to introduce him to his new duties here at the estate.” The consorts complied, pinning the weak man easily. “Hold his mouth open,” she said, squatting over his face, hovering an inch above him. They pressed his cheeks open with strong thumbs, forcing him to open wide as the mistress released her hot, bitter yellow stream of urine into his mouth. He choked and spit, trying to avoid it, but she peed longer than he could hold out, and he had to swallow some. He saw her rectum pulse and twitch, and feared the worst, but after a minute or so of trying she stood up. “I apologize for not being able to take a crap down your ungrateful throat, but alas, I just don’t have it in me.” She laughed at her own joke. “No worries. Because of the amount of my golden fluid you have ungratefully spilled, I have decided that you need to learn how to properly drink before you eat.” She looked at the guards. “Take him to the servant’s urinal, and lock his head in the bowl. If he doesn’t learn to drink, he will drown. If he drowns, dispose of him, if he doesn’t, then make sure he does a turn in the stalls until he learns to eat. Once he has learned all that he needs to know, you can bring him to the Sister’s washroom for a couple months of servitude. Make sure that he gets no food or drink except that which he willingly consumes during this time.” The consorts began to drag the man away. Stunned by the terrifying knowledge of his fate, to serve as a human toilet for the men and women of the estate, he finally rebelled, weakly, one last time. “You’ll not get away with this! People will miss me, they’ll find me! You’ll be sent to prison!” She stepped up to him, imperious, unbowed, and gloriously naked. “Oh John, were you hoping to scare the shit out of me? Really? Lucky for you I’m unable to give a shit about you right now.” She laughed haughtily and continued. “Right now, the Sisterhood is staging the scene of your official death. Your car is being smeared with the leftover gore of your castration, and will be plunged off the peak of the Skyway at an opportune moment, when the only witnesses are those who will convincingly testify that you drove off the top of the bridge, out of control. You’re body will never be found, but there will be enough of your blood to convince investigators of your death, and with the tide going out, it will be assumed that your remains were consumed by sharks. After a very short mourning period, Joy will collect the $3 million dollar insurance policy that she is entitled to, and she will be free to live her life as she desires, as you remain here with us, to eat shit, and eventually, to die.”