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From: MeredithP3@aol.com
Subject: PO 7/8

I heard the window blinds being played with, and about a minute later
I saw Kramer running back to her stool and then roll herself between
my twitching knees.  If she had any mercy at all, she would kill me.

"She's gone!"  Kramer commanded.

Gail turned my head so I was looking right at her.  I was still wide
mouthed and empty voiced.  She was crying, but now she had a smile on
her face too.   I didn't think I heard her right.   

"It's OK, it's OK."  

What did she mean?  I saw Kramer doing something between my legs and I
felt the terrible pain going away.  Three times I felt like someone
was taking a knife out of me and three times pain was gone.  I took my
first full breath in along time.  I looked down at Kramer who was
still busy between my legs.  She looked up and showed me the small
piece of metal in her hand.  

"Surgical clips.  They hurt like hell.  Hgh?  We needed it to look
like the real thing or Murray wasn't going to buy it.  Sorry we
couldn't tell you."

Gail was holding my hand while she brushed my hair back.

"I'm sorry Robert, none of this was my idea.  It was Ms. Murray.  The
whole thing was her idea since the beginning.  My girlfriend went to
the Rape Crisis Center after I told her about that night in my
apartment.  I hated you for not calling me!  I exaggerated a little
when I told her the story.  The Center said they just wanted to talk
to me.  At first it was nice, then everyone started yelling at me.
They made me to believe that you really had raped me that night.  They
twisted everything I told them till I didn't know what the truth was.
They made me sign a statement that Murray wrote.  After I signed it, I
told them I wanted to forget the whole thing.  She said they were
going to send you to jail for fifty years whether I cooperated or not.
She told me I could go to jail for not testifying against you.   When
they told me you wanted this instead, I thought it was terrible, but I
also thought I was doing you a favor.  I thought if I were a man I'd
rather do this than spend my life in prison.  I'm so sorry.   Ms.
Kramer thought up the plan to fool Ms. Murray after I begged her to
help us.  Please don't hate me."

I tried to find a rage.  I couldn't, I was just to happy to still be a
whole man.  I suddenly had a horrible thought.  "What was that ....
that thing Murray took with her?"

Gail jumped a little when I asked the question.  Kramer walked over to
her and began to pet her shoulder to calm her down.  

"Those were Mrs. Rosen's.  Remember the story I told that reporter
about the women who told her husband she was divorcing him right after
I had castrated the poor thing?"

Gail let out a small yelp when she heard that.  I didn't take it well
either, a wave of wave of shock and disgust went through me.

"You told me that was all bullshit!"

Kramer began chuckling.  "I said most of it was, that part was true.
It really happened just the way I said it did.  I'm afraid the package
Murray left with was very real.  I knew we couldn't fool her about
that part either.  It wasn't the package she wanted but she'll never
know the difference.  Mr. Rosen's going in her trophy case instead of
you.  I just hope his damn wife doesn't come back looking for them."

She began to stroke Gail's head. "Poor Mr. Rosen, with his luck that
wife of his will hire Ms. Murray to represent her in the divorce and
he'll end up paying for that trophy case."  Kramer was proud of her
sick sense of humor.  "It doesn't matter now, you still have you
precious balls and Gail has a clean conscience."

Gail shyly pointed out, "Now everybody's happy."  

Nobody talked for a while.  The tension in the room was melting away
till Kramerl dropped the tray she was holding making a loud bang as it
crashed on the table.  Her eyes were locked onto Gail.  

"Not everyone is happy Gail!  What about me?  If the Center finds out
about this I'll be fired.  If anyone finds out about this, my
reputation and my career will be absolutely ruined.  I told you in the
hallway I wasn't going to risk my future for nothing.  You promised me
something, remember?  You said you'd do it!"

Gail looked panicked.  "I just said that so you would help me.  I
never meant it.  It's disgusting!  I couldn't do such a thing!"
Kramer grew livid.  

"OK bitch!  If that's what you want........."  

She picked something up and walked to my side.  She seized my ballsack
and roughly pulled it up high enough so Gail could see it.  I didn't
scream until I saw she was holding a scalpel to the base of my
scrotum.  

"Sorry Robert!  Your girlfriend promised me something for saving your
nuts and now she doesn't want to pay.  It looks like you're going to
lose'em after all."

"NO! DON'T!" screamed Gail.

"What's it going to be Gail?"

I found my voice and yelled at Gail  "DO IT!  WHATEVER YOU PROMISED
HER! DO IT!"

Kramer and I watched Gail start crying again, she looked confused and
frightened.  Nobody moved. Kramer ordered Gail to look at her, then
she pricked my frightened scrotum with the point of the blade and I
let go with another scream. 

 "WHAT'S IT GOING TO BE MISSY?"

Gail looked at me in tearful panic "I CAN'T DO THAT!"

I didn't know what they were talking about but I knew I wanted it
done.  I cried out to Gail. 

"PLEASE GAIL, PLEASE!"

Everyone's eyes where on Gail as she stood frozen in the middle of the
room.

Gail finally signaled her surrender by closing her eyes lowering her
arms to her side.  Kramer sensed her victory and let go of me to move
in front of Gail.  What ever she had just won, she was immensely happy
about it.  I had no idea what was going on till Kramer started feeling
Gail's breasts.  Gail reacted like she was being rubbed by an icicle.
Kramer quickly unbuttoned the top of the dress and pulled it down
around Gail's waist.  Gail stood frozen at attention, she was
trembling and fought to keep her eyes tightly shut.  Tears started
flowing down her bright red cheeks.  Kramer roughly moved Gail's bra
over her small tits and started playing with the little brown nipples.
Gail shivered as Kramer bent down to suck on one of them.  Kramer
could almost take the whole tit into her mouth.  Gail's breasts where
more like girlish tittes, half meat and half nipple.  Tiring of her
small meal, Kramer raised her head and awkwardly kissed Gail full on
the mouth.  I watched her try to force her tongue between Gail's
tightly closed lips.  Kramer gave up the foreplay and roughly pulled
her to the couch.  She then slowly began to strip off her own clothes
as she dreamily stared into Gail crying eyes. When Kramer removed her
top I noticed the see through bra she was wearing.  Her small waist
made her smooth hips and her large breasts seem even bigger than the
were.  As she wriggled out of her tiny bikini panties I could see she
had the most extreme wax job I ever saw.  Her whole bush was about an
inch wide and no more than three inches tall.  Perfectly done!  I also
noticed that her cuff didn't match her collar.  She proudly stood
naked in front of Gail except for her bra.  Kramer paid no attention
to Gail's whimpering as she put both hands on Gail's little tittes and
squeezed them for a while before she moved her hands to Gail's
shoulders and slowly pushed her down on her knees.  

"Come on honey, you may find you like it."   

Kramer sat down on the couch with her legs spread wide.  She grabbed
Gail by the hair and pulled her face into her pussy.  She began
stroking Gail's head, like the way you'd pet a dog.  

"That's it, lick my clit.  Use your whole tongue.  .......   Use more
spit!"  

Between the lapping and slurping sounds I could hear Gail's soft
crying and her muffled complaints. 

"i don't know what to do"   "i don't what to do this."  

Kramer sat back and lifted her bra above her tits and grabbed a nipple
in each hand.  For the next five minutes I didn't see Gail's face.
Kramer made a lot of "ouuing" and "cooing" sounds, obviously enjoying
Gail's efforts.  A couple of times she jumped a little and yelled
"OUCH!" then slapped Gail on top of her head.  After a while Kramer
leaned forward and wrapped both of her hands behind Gail's head so she
could bury the poor girls face deeper into her hungry cunt.  Kramer
began to slowly ungulate her pelvis up and down and Gail's face along
with it.  I heard poor Gail's muffled sobs and watched her arms flail
about as her face rode Kramer's bucking vagina.  Mercifully, Kramer
finally climaxed with a long series of powerful convulsions and loud
moans.  Her last orgasmic spasm was so violent that It knocked Gail
backwards on her ass.

Even though I consider myself to be experienced in all kind of
perversions, I was truly disgusted but what I had just witnessed.

I never saw such a pathetic sight.  Kramer was slouched there with her
legs spread wide apart and her arms stretched over the back of the
sofa, oblivious to the world.  Her wide open and disheveled cunt was
sopping wet and showing all of its of pink.  It looked to me like she
was airing it out.  Gail, in her present position looked like she was
worshipping it.  The poor girl was hunched over on the floor between
Kramer's feet and shivering with her ass boosted high in the air,
while her face was buried into the carpet.  The only sound in the room
was that of Gail's muted and moanfull sobbing. 

It was several long minutes before Gail managed to stagger to her
feet.  It was then I noticed her messy face, her mascara and lipstick
were smeared all over.  Her whole sad face was a slimy mixture of
misplaced makeup, runny tears and Kramer's  pussy juices.  Gail's hair
was all frizzy and pointing in wild directions, and at the same time
sticking to the terrible mess on her face.  I remember feeling
repulsed but also a little sorry for the girl.   

While she was pulling up her dress she noticed me watching her.  She
quickly cupped her hands over her little tittes and turned away, she
was embarrassed.   She hadn't done what she did with Kramer willing
and was deeply ashamed of it.  I thought that she somehow deserved
what happened but it didn't stop me from pitying her.

I noticed her hands were trembling as she awkwardly pulled up her
dress.  She never stopped her whimpering and she didn't bother to try
and clean herself up before she left.   

"I'm terribly sorry Bobby.  Please don't hate me."

She was still sniffling when she slowly shuffled out of the room,
dragging her coat behind her.

I wished I had said something to her.  In spite of what that girl had
put me through, she had stopped it before it before it  happened.  She
had sacrificed her dignity and allowed herself to be terribly used so
that I wouldn't lose my manhood.  I remember thinking, she wasn't so
bad after all.  I let her leave without saying a word to her, and I
never saw her again.

How much time passed I can't say, neither Kramer or I moved or said a
word.  Both of us were lost in our own very different thoughts.  I
tried to memorize the picture I was seeing.   Kramer was still sitting
there on the couch with her lags spread apart as wide as they could
go.  This girl had no inhibitions at all, she was comfortably sitting
there, her deepest secrets open the world.  After a while she started
to stir a little and quietly began to giggle to herself about
something.  

"You know Bobby?" she snickered,  "I really can't say much about your
taste in women."

She thought that was very funny, I pretended I did too.  We both
started laughing about what had just transpired.  When we noticed the
ridiculous position each us was in, we both lost it and howled
uncontrollably, until we were both out of breath.

She took a moment to sigh and started playing with her nipples again
while she gazed up at the ceiling.
  
"That poor girl couldn't live with herself knowing that she was the reason you lost your stupid balls.   Isn't that sweet?"

Sweet for her, lucky for me.  Now to get the bitch to let me out of
here.

"I thought she was lying to me but I guess it really was her first
time doing it with another girl.  Who'd believe it these days!"  

"Why did you do that to her?" I asked, I still couldn't figure out
this bitch.

"I don't like people like her.   Look what she's doing to you!  You
don't deserve this.  Some people think they can start things and then
just walk away.  She put you here because she said she liked being a
victim, well, now she is!"

Maybe Kramer had a conscience after all.

Karen was becoming more and more energized and she grew quite giddy.  

"Well!  This is one for the fucking book!" she laughed.

She was fully animated now and was giggling like a school girl.
Without the slightest hint of embarrassment, she calmly reached down
and started organizing her churned-up pussy.  

"Oh, was that bad lady mean to you?  Ohhhh, poor girrrl.  OHhhh!" 

The little slut put both her fingers inside her cunt, spread the lips
and looked down at her pink, wet crack.  She pretended to examine
herself closely as she poked around for a while and then raised her
head in mock shock.

"OH NO!  MY CLIT'S GONE!  YOUR GIRLFRIEND BIT MY FUNKEN CLIT OFF!"  

Her laughter turned to belly laughs.  "She must've thought she was
eating a fucken toco!" 
 
I realized what she was doing when she had hit Gail on the head and I told her of my similar experience getting my dick sucked by what I called our "mutual" girlfriend.   I was going to kiss Kramers cute ass until she untied me, then I was going to kick it!

Kramer empathized enough with me to blurt through her laughter,  "You
mean there really IS such a thing as a bad blowjob?  Good!  Now you
know how I feel.  I'm not kidding, your little bitch really chewed me
up!"

We both laughed till our sides hurt, which for me didn't take much.  I
was going to play any game Kramer wanted.  She nonchalantly played
with her nipples some more as she detailed exactly how bad Gail was at
eating pussy.  As she went on about it, we both got rather giddy at
poor Gail's expense. The whole room was brighter now and was alive
with friendly, if not sincere,  laughter.  Strange how you can forget
terror and find relief in just the span of a few minutes.  

"Let me out Karen."  I said half laughing and half choking.

"Hold your horses cowboy, I'll be right wit'ya."   

She saw me watching her as she rose from the couch, she made sure she
stood up with her legs spread wide.  I never had seen such a beautiful
body, not even in a magazine.  After she was on her feet she looked at
me and suddenly pulled her bra down over her tits.  She pretended she
was trying to be modest but couldn't sustain it and burst out laughing
again instead.  Even though I knew she was horrible monster, I had to
admit she was also a sexually  intriguing one as well.  The really
dangerous ones always are.  I found myself becoming aroused in spite
of my fear, I even felt my poor dick swelling against its confinement.

It had taken just a little more than a half an hour or so to go from
abject terror to juvenile shenanigans.  All of a sudden everything was
good and everything was funny.  What ever Kramer wanted, I'd go along
with it.    How could a devil be so beautiful, I wondered.  She
allowed my eyes drink up every aspect of her gorgeous body.  It was
flawless!  As she slowly walked across the room I admired the sensuous
way she swayed her hips.  She came up to the head of the table and
stopped with her pussy not more than six inches from my face.  Her
snatch was as brazen as it was beautiful.  The little tuff of neatly
trimmed hair above her crack was all the bush she had.  There was not
even a hint of stubble anywhere else on that soft snatch.  Her pussy
mound actually stuck out a little, it looked a little chubby at first
but I could see it was all muscle.  I noticed her entire groin area
was glistening.  I didn't know if it was her pussy juices or Gail's
saliva, I guessed it was a little of both.  I was fixated on it and
she pushed it up to my face, till her little bush began to tickle my
nose.  

Kramer loved torturing.  She deliberately rocked her glazed pussy back
and forth in front of my eyes a while to hypnotize me with its
splendor.  Slowly she moved her hand to the top of her crack and began
to gently play with her clit.  Her pussy smelled like fresh flowers.
I smiled and she laughed.  Suddenly she bent over and inserted two or
three fingers deep into her slit.  She stirred them around for a few
seconds and then slowly withdrew her wet fingers.  She then proceeded
to wipe her oily juices back and forth across my happy face.  That
temptress ended rubbing what there was left under my nose and then
grabbed me by the chin.  She brought her smiling face to mine and said
in a exaggerated cutsie-pie voice,

"What a shame!  I think I could have really gone for youuu!"  

I've heard stories of hostages bonding with their tormentors but never
believed them.  Even though I resisted it, I found myself fantasizing
about long, lazy afternoons full of the most perverted and unhurried
sex with that witch.  This chick could teach me a thing or two I bet!
I still wanted to kill her, but now I wanted to fuck her first.  When
I turned my attention to her gorgeous breasts she caught me looking.
Sometimes a bra can make tits look even better than they really are.
Karen's boobs looked like they defied gravity.  Her nipples sat
slightly on top of her tits, which gave the effect that they actually
pointed up!  They were a soft soothing pink and seemed perfect for
sucking.  I just knew they'd be sweet.  These were world class tits
and she didn't mind me staring at them a bit.  Kramer enjoyed being
looked at.  Backing up a little, she cupped a hand under each one and
looked down at them.  It was obvious that they were her pride and joy.

"You  like'em, don't you Bobby." 

I nodded my head in honest approval.  They were beautiful.

"I bet you'd like to suck on'em, right?"

"Oh yeah."  I said, thinking I'd like to bite'em off, even more.

"I'm very proud of these guys!  I wish your girlfriend had boobs like
these instead of those scrawny nipple holders.  You know," she said
turning her nipples about, "a nice pair of tits like these can turn on
a girl faster that a stiff cock any day.  And don't let some chick
tell you different!  It's true."

My growing infatuation with her didn't blind me to the fact that she
was still in command.  I wasn't going to feel totally safe till I was
free.  What ever else she was, Kramer was still a female.  I knew I
could bullshit her.

"Your beautiful Karen.  I'd love to go out with you, please let me
loose."  

"In a minute dear!" she said in friendly exacerbation.

She spread her legs slightly apart and moved her arms over her head to
perform a slow motion  wake up stretch.  It was intentionally breath
taking!  This girl loved showing off and I loved watching her do it.
Just as slowly, she  put her arms down and placed her hands on her
naked hips.  When she was ready, she bent her tiny waist over to
closely look at my tightly wrapped and much abused penis.  There was a
slight hint of devilish mischief in her voice when she talked. 

"Sorry about your pecker there Bobby!  Don't worry, you'll still be
able to use it, just like before.  It'll take a couple of weeks to
heal, then you'll be fine.  I'm afraid you won't be able to get laid
or even wack-off for a while.  Make sure you wear a rubber in the
shower until it heals and it'll be good as new.  The way things have
turned out make it pretty funny.  Hope you got a good sense of humor.
Right now the poor thing looks like a little mummy.  See!" 

It hurt like hell as she lifted it up and twisted the poor thing
around so I could see it too. My involuntarily hard dick was wrapped
so tight that its swollen head had turned a deep, bright red.  I
didn't find it as humorous as she did, but I played along.  I thought
I should make as many points as I could.  

"Isn't it cute!" she exclaimed.

I really wanted to yell out because it hurt so much but I just smiled
and nodded to her instead.  Kramer hadn't let me loose yet.

"Poor little dickie."  She whispered as she took her time inspecting my abused penis.

When she was done examining it she carefully maneuvered my poor cock
so it was laying comfortably  on my belly.  Karen could be so gentle
when she wanted to be.  My girlfriend-to-be gently petted my little
wrapped mummy and turned away.  I watched her sway that tight ass sway
provocatively as she walked to the middle of the room.  Her gorgeous
body was spectacular from any angle.  What was supposed to have been
the worst night of life was turning out to be one of the best. I made
a solemn promise to myself that I was going to have that bitch,  no
matter what!  I didn't want to kick her ass anymore, I wanted to fuck
it.