Meg's Castration Vacation

Part 2, The Wolf Pack

Meg’s penis was badly swollen and a little discolored, like a bad bruise, for quite some time. Unfortunately, this meant she couldn’t do much for a few days, and ended up bedridden, legs spread wide to accommodate her enlarged package. How lewd the chubby girl must have looked, nude, splayed out in the bedroom of her cabin, big, bruised penis in a state of near constant arousal. It was difficult for her, but she masturbated quite a bit over those few days, her imagination running away with her. She kept thinking about how close she came to losing her penis, and that got her harder than any experience she’d ever had before.

All the while, as she layed there, alternately masturbating or relaxing, her great dane Rusty would plod in and out of the room, casually watching Meg pleasure herself. Perhaps it was the recent events that had Meg preoccupied with testicles, but for the first time she noticed just how BIG Rusty’s were. They were like baseballs between the huge dog’s hind legs.

Meg found herself staring quite a bit, watching them bounce around as he walked. Eventually, curiosity got the better of her. Donning a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, Meg led Rusty outside, tying him to a post behind the cottage. Sitting down next to the huge animal, Meg nonchalantly slid a hand down his side, under him, and finally, to those big nuts, cupping them. Rusty didn’t seem to mind...so Meg continued to fondle them, feeling the large organs inside his sac jiggle and bounce.

Not surprisingly, Rusty’s sheath began to swell, and his red length of dog meat began to poke out. Meg’s eyes grew wide, watching it grow...and grow...and grow! The huge, red shaft hit a full 14 inches before stopping! Meg was awestruck by the massive appendage between her dog’s legs, wondering how she’d never noticed the monster before!

Meg’s curiosity was on a roll. She bit her lip, pushed her glasses up on her nose, and grabbed it. It was hot to the touch, and moist, throbbing in her hand. She’d never felt anything quite like it...it was a powerful penis, alright. Rusty seemed quite proud of it, standing bolt upright as she fondled him, her hand beginning to drift up and down the knotted red organ. Before long, she was pumping him hard and fast, his meat nearly as thick as her arm. She found herself wondering how he walked with it...and glad she hadn’t gotten him fixed.

She continued to pump him for quite a while, Rusty getting more and more anxious and fidgety...Meg figured that meant that his orgasm was approaching. It wasn’t until a rustling in the bushes caught her attention that she realized Rusty was antsy for another reason. Three wolves leapt from the brush, teeth bared, snarling, grey and black fur standing on end. Rusty returned the growl, Meg letting go of his throbbing dog cock, the rigid length bouncing between his legs as she backed toward the house.

It happened fast. The wolves were on Rusty in a matter of seconds, and despite his size, he was simply unable to fend off three of them, especially tied to a post as he was. A writhing mass of legs shot up into the air as Rusty was rolled onto his back, his fourteen inches of red meat jutting upward like an obscene flagpole. As Meg watched, mouth agape, one of the wolves leapt in, it’s teeth clamping down on Rusty’s massive cock! The wolf pulled backward, tearing at it, but released suddenly as an explosion of white goo filled it’s mouth...Meg had left Rusty so close to orgasm that the slightest touch set him off!

Rusty whimpered pitifully as his bloody penis sprayed cum everywhere, and the wolves moved in again. This time, a wolf took hold of his balls, wrench it’s head from side to side, even as Rusty’s last ejaculation went on! The wolf pulled furiously, growling, tearing, finally ripping that big sac open, Rusty’s balls falling onto the dirt, held on only by the chords. With a snap, one of those big, round testicles was torn free. Rusty cried out, and again his penis was lodged into the mouth of an attacking wolf. This time, the wolf bit down, hard, the red canine meat turning purple almost instantly, blood spattering. With a sickening wrench and a cry of terror from Meg, Rusty’s massive cock came free, devoured almost instantly by the wolf who’d stolen it.

Meg ran inside...she didn’t see the rest, but couldn’t find Rusty after the wolves had left...they must have dragged him somewhere...

Even after witnessing what she had, though...between her legs, her own flagpole refused to subside. Meg fell asleep that night splattered with her own cum, imagining it was her penis instead of Rusty’s...

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Meg's Castration Vacation

Chapter 3: Revenge

Meg stepped out of the shower, raven hair matted to her head. She sighed, brushing her hair back, turning to face the full length mirror mounted on the back of the door. Smiling wryly, her eyes drifted over he plump figure, lingering on the flaccid length between her thighs. Spreading her legs, she’d giggle quietly, admiring the large, round orbs beneath her now thickening penis.

Meg was always simultaneously proud and annoyed by her huge nuts. Proud because, hey, her balls were massive, and annoyed because they weren’t exactly easy to hide. Still, they never failed to turn her on. Just looking at herself would get her hard.

Meg licked her lips, turning to the sink. She sighed, taking hold of her throbbing ten incher, tugging back on it gently, foreskin folding back over her swollen, purple head. Seeing her head popped free reminded her of Rusty...how his huge meat popped out of his sheath and grew to epic proportions...before it was bitten off while cumming.

Meg blushed at the thought. She had to admit, seeing cum pumping from that giant cock even while it was being bitten off was just about the sexiest thing Meg had ever seen. She stroked her cock over the sink, a wet slapping sound echoing through the tiled room as her foreskin slid over the head and back with each stroke. Looking down, watching her own cock, Meg couldn’t help but imagine her penis in that wolf’s mouth, those teeth clamping down at it’s base, her flesh turning purple. She imagined the tongue against her head, the pulling and wrenching back and forth as the wolf tried to eat it. She imagined cumming right when her penis was torn off, what her stump would look like, what her doctor would say when she showed her the wound!

Meg picked up a pair of scissors from the sink’s edge, opening them, she’d place them against the base of her penis. The cold steel was a sharp contrast to her heated flesh. She imagined now what would happen if she closed them. Her penis would spurt blood, hitting the ceramic sink with a dull splat, laying in a pool of cum...

Meg arched her back, the scissors closing slightly, though not enough to break the skin, her other hand pumping furiously as she swelled, her balls tensing. Blast after blast of thick sperm rocketed into the sink, splattering this way and that, until finally it slowed to a trickle, an ooze of seed from her swollen meat.

Once she’d cleaned herself up, Meg threw on a light sun dress and cooked herself some breakfast. The humor in eating sausage and scrambled eggs was not lost on her.

It was a bright, sunny day, a slight breeze rustling through the trees that grew around the cabin, the canopy thick enough to provide near perpetual shade.

Along the side of the house was a a small garden, mostly herbs and small flowers and the like. Usually they were left to their own devices, often getting overgrown. They were still in bad need of pruning, so Meg decided that, today, she’d try something simple. Trusty scissors in hand, she set about her work, clipping dead bits from various flowery growths and plucking weeds from around the base. Meg worked quite diligently for the better part of an hour, the snipping sound of scissors echoing through the trees.

A noise caught Meg’s attention...a familiar noise. A growl. Meg turned, a large, grew and black wolf only feet from her, emerging from the brush. She hadn’t seen a wolf in days, not since Rusty was ruined...but one of them was back!

Meg backpedaled, making for the door, but this time she was at a disadvantage. Stumbling, Meg fell backwards, tripping over an exposed root and falling over an empty trash can, her sun dress flying up, exposing her nude body from the belly down. Her shoulders hit the ground, though the rest of her didn’t, ass and wide spread legs laying atop the felled trashcan, effectively leaving her upside down on her back.

The wolf moved fast, charging the prone shemale and leaping. It came down hard on Meg, paws slamming into her shoulders, pinning her to the ground. Meg whimpered as the snarling beast stared down at her, convinced that she wouldn’t escape. What could be construed as fear turned to horror, however, when she looked lower. The beast looming above her didn’t seem to be interested in a meal.

Between the wolf’s powerful legs was a massive canine erection. If Rusty was big, this wolf was gargantuan. 16 inches long, and as thick as Meg’s fist, the massive red meat put her’s to shame twofold. Meg couldn’t help but stare...that is, until she arched her back in pain.

The wolf thrust forward, his huge cock spearing Meg’s big, vulnerable balls, slamming into them and flattening them against her pelvis. The wolf furiously pumped her, alternately spearing her soft sac or fucking it’s ample 'cleavage’ between her big nuts. Her balls grew slick with canine pre as t he massive wolf continued to fuck her sac, snarling and growling furiously, no doubt frustrated by the lack of an entrance.

Meg’s aching balls screamed for rescue, already bruising under the onslaught, swelling once more. She whimpered, pain washing over her...but something else, too...as that huge, hot wolf penis battered her balls, pleasure began to mount, and her own penis swelled, rubbing against the canine; smearing her pre into it’s fur. Meg whimpered again, pleading with her body, struggling not to get off on a wolf.

WHAM! Her left testicle was flattened by the assaulting red cock. THUD! Her right was jostled under the assault. SQUICK! That huge knotted cock slid up between both, slick with pre. Meg moaned, struggling to resist her approaching orgasm.

Her hands fumbled for something, anything. A stick, a rock...Scissors? Meg felt the scissors in her right hands, and a strange desire gripped her. The wolf tensed, a low howl erupting from him as cum rocketed into Meg’s balls with remarkable force, splattering up onto her stomach and soaking her nuts. Meg too, came as he thrust one last time, her cock bursting forth with a huge load. Meg lowered her arm, sliding it up under the wolf, between them. Grabbing hold of his huge penis, Meg slid the scissors down to it’s base.

Meg tried to close them, but found too much meat. She had to resort to almost sawing with them, closing them over and over and over again, blood spraying onto her penis as she worked at it. Her spare hand took hold of his huge, furry sac, squeezing, pulling, twisting...anything to hurt him. Meg throttled his sac, the furry organs rubbing against her own balls as she tried to choke the life from them. The wolf shuddered and whined as Meg continued to cut him. She felt something crush inside his sac. Finally, his penis snapped free, flopping impotently to the ground. The wolf lurched backward, Meg finally releasing his sac, the organ swollen to massive sizes as the wolf limped away.

Meg slowly stood, picking up the severed member.

Inside, Meg stared at it, laying impotently on the table, shriveled and pathetic, the once mighty organ now rendered useless. 16 inches of wolf cock, destroyed. Meg leaned over it, seemingly in shock...save for the massive erection tenting her cum soiled sun dress.

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