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>From p01442@psilink.com Wed May 11 22:08:04 CDT 1994

WARNING : The following story deals with female domination and
castration themes,

              if this isn't for you don't read it!

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JUDY'S JEWELS

   One summer while a teenager of 16, Peter visited relatives
who owned a small ranch in the Texas hill country.  The
attraction of the place for him was not the pleasant green hills
and sparkling natural springs, but rather his distant cousin
Judy, a buxom country lass about his own age.  At a brief
meeting several months earlier, the sexually precocious girl had
given the inexperienced youth his first lessons in making out,
in the back seat of a Chevrolet at a drive in movie.  Obsessed
by the memory of his adolescent seed spilling in her hands as
her fingers slowly teased his virgin genitals, Peter eagerly
anticipated the visit.  The day after his arrival, Judy offered
to show him around the ranch, which was devoted to the breeding
of cattle.  After pointing out the stock pens and some of the
prize breeding bulls, she led him into a small, clean building
filled with equipment unfamiliar to the cityreared teenager.
"This here's our breedin' barn.  This is where we inseminate the
cows to get them with calves.  Also," with a sly smile, "where
we milk the bulls."

   This last remark confused Peter.  "Milk the bulls -- I don't
understand."

   "I don't mean the drinkin' kind.  Where do you think we get
all the sperm for the cows?"  She giggled, "Remember what I did
to you at the drive in?"  Peter blushed in understanding.  "Oh."

   Judy walked over to a stall, beside which a large stainless
steel machine stood.  "This here's the extractor.  We lead the
bull into this stall and strap him down good so he can't kick up
a fuss.  Then we stick this hose on his pizzle and let it suck
away on him till he creams." She held up a clear plastic tube
attached to the machine.

   Peter stared in fascination.  "You mean it makes him...
ejaculate... just like..."

   "Yep, it milks away at their pricks until they shoot a load,
just like jacking off.  I get a kick out of watchin' them.  They
don't know what's happening, but they sure know it feels good!"

   "Gee, do you do that to all the bulls?"

   "Well, all the breedin' bulls.  'Course the ones we don't
breed get castrated.  We do that in this stall, too.  Sometimes
Paw lets me work the castrator myself, and he says I'm real good
at it."  Peter shuddered at the callous cruelty in her voice.

   But his eyes remained fixed on the extractor.  Judy played
with the tube in her fingers, watching him out of the corner of
her eye.  "The extractor don't work just for bulls, you know."

   "What... what do you mean."

   "I came out here with one of ma's cocker spaniels once and
caught the hired man with his pants off and his prick in the
extractor tube.  He liked it too, 'cause he gruntin'just like a
bull.  I went and told Maw what he was doin', and she came out
and ran him off with the cattle prod, didn't even let him pull
his pants back on."  Peter's lips were dry as he tried to
imagine the scene.  She paused for a moment, and then asked,
"What do you think it would feel like, Peter, gettin' milked
like that?"

   "I... I have no idea."

   She gave him a devilish grin.  "Want to try it?"

   He gaped open-mouthed at her suggestion.  "You
mean... me... in the...?"

   "Sure.  I'll work the extractor on you, and you can see how
it feels.  I know you like gettin' jerked off."

   "Well... yes, but..."

   "Then what's the difference?  C'mon, pull your pants off and
let me give you a milkin'."

   If he were alone, Peter would have relished the chance to try
the novel stimulation.  But he was reluctant to perform to such
a humiliating and bizarre sexual act in front of his adored
cousin.

   "Judy, I couldn't!  Not with you..."

   "Oh, don't be such a chicken!  Will you do it if I take off
something first?" With that she quickly unbuttoned her work
shirt and spread it open.  Peter gaped as her enormous bosom was
bared before him.  Rather than removing the shirt, she tied the
loose ends together beneath her breasts, lifting and framing
them for his view.

   "There.  I showed you my tits, so you pull down your pants.
Go on now, do it."  At the sight of her abundant womanhood,
Peter felt all resistance ebb from him.  Almost in a dream he
obeyed, fearing loss of the heavenly vision if he refused.  Judy
made him step out of his trousers and underwear until he stood
before her naked from the waist down.  Aroused by the
experience, his penis jutted stiffly in front of him.

   She pointed at this manifestation and giggled.  "See, you
really do want to, don't you?  Come on, get down on all fours in
the stall, like a bull."

   Peter did as she asked, even allowing her to fasten the
restraints used for the animals.  As he knelt on hands and
knees, she took two wide leather belts which hung by rope from
the ceiling and cinched them tightly around his chest and
stomach, forming a sling which supported his weight.  She then
attached wrist and leg bindings which secured his limbs to the
four corners of the stall.  He waited nervously, helplessly
immobilized, conscious of his naked organs dangling between his
parted thighs, completely at Judy's mercy.

   She gave his penis a flick with one finger and said
sarcastically, "You don't exactly have the equipment of a bull,
do you, little cousin?  This here tube might be a bit large for
you.  But that's OK, 'cause I've got a small- size one we use
for the cocker spaniels Maw breeds.  It ought to be small enough
even for your little pizzle."  She chuckled, obviously amused by
the humiliating comparison.

   She attached one end of the smaller tube to the extractor and
then prepared to slip the other end over Peter's penis.  But
first she paused, thoughtfully studying his organs.  "You ever
see an ol' heifer about to be milked, cousin?  That's just about
what you look like, right now.  She's got a big ol' floppy udder
full of milk," -- she hefted his male sacks in her palm -- "and
a long ol' teat hanging down between her legs," -- she ran a
finger lightly down the sensitive underside of his shaft.  "You
ought to hear her moo, when her sacks are real full and she's
just begging somebody to squeeze it."  She tickled the little
tuck of skin just below the head of his member, driving Peter
nearly mad with excitement.  "You want me to show you how a
country girl milks a cow, Peter, how we squeeze those teats in
our hands?"

   He cried in agonized frustration, "Please, Judy!  Squeeze
me!"

   "Well, I don't know, little cousin, how bad do you need
milkin'?  I don't hear you mooing.  Tell me how much you need
it."

   Peter bit his lip, trying to resist yielding to her
humiliating game.  But the teasing finger continued to torment
his frenum, and finally he surrendered all dignity, willing to
do anything for the promised caress.  "...m...moo...  Oh Judy,
milk me! Moo, MOO, MOOOO!"  Laughing, she grasped his penis in
her hand and began squeezing it with a practiced motion.  Peter
moaned with pleasure and continued to imitate the sounds of a
cow for her amusement.

   After a few moments, she tired of this game and returned to
the main objective.  She slipped his penis into the extractor
tube and circled an elastic band around the neck of his scrotum,
fastening the tube securely in place.  Then without any
announcement she switched on the machine.  Peter felt and
indescribable sensation.  It seemed as if the tube became a
living thing, a pulsing insatiable mouth, a creature thirsty for
his very essence, sucking hungrily at his organ even as a calf
might nurse urgently at his mother's teat.

   Judy left the machine to work on his genitals and, going
around to the other end of the stall, sat down cross-legged in
front of him.  Her large bare bosom was almost level with his
eyes.  He longed for his hands to be free to feel it's soft
massiveness.  "Feels good, doesn't it, Peter?" she grinned.

   "Mmm...yes, Judy.  It does..."

   She leaned forward, bringing her breast within inches of his
face.  "I bet getting sucked like that makes you want to suck on
somethin', too.  Don't it, little cousin?"  Her breast was only
an inch from Peter's mouth, and the prominently erect nipple
jutted more that half the space to his lips.

   "Please, Judy, may I?"  he begged.  In answer she only
giggled, and leaned forward.  He drew the rosy bud into his
mouth as eagerly as a famished infant and began sucking.  Judy
smiled to observe that his nursing lips matched perfectly the
rhythm of the extractor on his organ.  How long he could have
remained thus before nature ended his rapture in an ecstatic
release, none can say.  For Peter was suddenly, without warning,
doubly deprived as Judy quickly pulled her breast from his mouth
and shut off the extractor.  He groaned in disappointment.

   "Hold your horses, Peter, we aren't through yet.  I got
something else to show you."  She walked over to a wall rack and
took down an unfamiliar implement.

   "Know what this is?"  She held up an iron tool about two feet
in length, looking like a cross between a pair of fireplace
tongs and a bolt cutter.  She parted the handles, and
pliers-like clamps opened at the end.  Peter shifted
uncomfortably.  "N...No Judy, I don't."  Something about the
look of the implement and the wicked glint in her eyes told him
he didn't want to learn.

   "This here's what we use on the other bulls, the ones we
don't want for breedin'.  It's called a castrator.  See, this
clamp end goes around their sacks, just above the balls.  Then
we give it a good PINCH!" She slammed the handles together, and
the clamps closed mercilessly around an imaginary victim.  Peter
shuddered.  "It's not so bad as it looks.  It puts a metal band
around the top of their sac and seals it.  Then the blades cut
the sac right below their balls and they hit the ground.  And it
can't hurt too much because sometimes they don't even know when
I do it to them." She giggled, "Especially if I'm milkin' them
at the same time.  I like to do that, so they'll have one last
time to remember what it was like."

   Peter felt an ominous foreboding at the direction of Judy's
talk.  "Uh...  Judy... I really have enjoyed this afternoon, and
thanks for showing me the breeding barn, but I think it's
getting near supper time and we really ought to get back to the
house now..."

   "Naw, there ain't no hurry, we got plenty of time left to
show you how this gizmo works."

   She drew up a short stool behind him and sat down.  "We put
the bulls in the stall and tie their legs apart, just like you,
Peter.  That way we can get at their sacks easy."  She reached
between his legs and began gently scratching his scrotum with
her fingernails.  Peter sighed deeply in spite of his growing
anxiety.  "We put the castrator right here, right around the top
of their sacks."  She opened the handles and circled the neck of
Peter's scrotum with the pliers.  The cold iron on his tender
manhood made him wince.

   "Please, Judy... I don't like this game very much.  Can we go
back now?"  She ignored him.  Her voice changed, taking on a
strange, alarming note of obsession.  "You know that hired man I
found out here? I didn't finish tellin' you about him.  You see,
I didn't go tell Maw about him right away.  I watched him for a
few minutes, first, while he was playin' in the extractor.  Then
he turned around and saw me watchin' him, and the way he looked
at me sort of made me mad.  He was just starin' at my tits, and
that reminded me of how he was always rubbin' up against me,
trying to get a feel of them.  That polecat just kept starin' at
me and jerking off, and then he even said, `Hey honey, take 'em
out and let me see 'em.'

   "Well that really made me mad, and I decided to teach him a
lesson he wouldn't forget.  I told him I'd show him my tits if
he'd let me milk him just like a bull.  Well that fool didn't
even suspect, and no time at all I had him strapped down, just
like you.  I showed him my tits like I promised, and I set the
extractor to milkin' him.  But just when he was starting to let
his milk down, I slipped the castrator on him like this and
PINCHED!"  She squeezed the handles, very gently, but hard
enough to clamp Peter's helpless glands in a painful grip.  "Ow!
Oh please, Judy, don't!  Let me go..."

   She eased the pressure and removed the tool altogether, and
Peter breathed a sigh of relief.  But then she reached down and
flicked on the extractor.  A moment later Peter felt the cruel
metal again encircle his fragile masculinity and realized his
ordeal was not over.  "I sure fixed him.  Then I fed his balls
to the dog right in front of him."

   "It's time to finish your milkin', little cousin, and I'm
going to make it real special for you."  She giggled
demonically, "I'm gonna fix you, like we do the bulls, like I
did that hired man."

   "No, please Judy, don't do it..." he begged.

   "C'mon, Peter, let me castrate you.  I bet you'll like it.
That hired man knew what I was doin' to him, but he still had
the biggest cum I ever saw.  I think knowing it was his last
made it really special for him.  Let me do it to you, please."

   Although Peter was in a panic, realizing the peril he was in
from the half-crazed girl, he tried to sound calm.  "No, Judy, I
don't want it to be my last, maybe sometime later, but I'm not
ready just yet." In spite of his terror, the he could not help
thrusting his hips in response to work of the extractor.

   Her voice became intimate, tender, almost loving.  "C'mon,
Peter, do it for me.  You really like me, don't you?"

   "...Yes, Judy... but..."

   "It'd be sort of like goin' steady, like giving me your class
ring, only better.  My girlfriend does bronze work, she could
coat 'um and I'd have earrings or charms.  This way, I'd know no
matter what, you'd never get some other girl friend and forget
me."

   "...but..."  Peter was full of confused emotion.
Notwithstanding the horror of what she proposed, some darker,
mysterious urge began to stir within him.  He squirmed about in
his bonds, testing the unyielding grip of the tool on his
testicles.  What would it feel like, the ecstatic release, the
moment of crushing force, the lifetime of chaste devotion to his
beautiful despoiler.  A nameless urge welled within him,
reaching back through the millennia to a time when women ruled
over men, and it was a coveted privilege for a man to sacrifice
his masculinity to the high priestess of the Earth Mother.  As
the extractor drew him inexorably toward spending, these
feelings warred within Peter.  He moaned in his agony of
confusion.

   "C'mon little cousin, let me do it to you, let me castrate
you.  You really want me to, don't you?"

   As she spoke, Peter surrendered to the inevitability of
climax.  The pulsing suction urged him over the brink, and he
began emptying his glands in gushing surges.  The strong
contractions of his penis were clearly visible to Judy even
through the plastic tube.

   "Now, Peter!  While you're letting go -- can I do it?"

   In a delirium of sensation he moaned, "Please... Judy...
Please..." but he would never know for sure if he meant "Please
don't" -- or "Please do."  Regardless of the youth's wishes of
the moment, Judy clipped his manhood and laid aside the
castrator.  He long remained slumped in the restraining straps,
speechless with the intensity of the experience, while Judy
gently cradled his sacks in her soft palm and patted his naked
backside comfortingly.  At last when he was rested, she released
him and helped him to his feet.  "Thank you letting me fix you,
Peter? You sure creamed more than I've ever seen before!"  Peter
had to admit that he did.  In the following weeks Judy, wearing
her new jewelry, would thrill him with countless masturbatory
treats -- until he could no longer achieve erections.  The
intensity of that experience was never reached.

   As Peter left the ranch house to go home, Peter could not
help taking one last look at Judy's new jewelry.

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