Meg's Castration Vacation

Part 4, Sliding

The wolves were captured, eventually. The park service called Meg three days after she cut the penis from the largest male telling her that they’d caught them all, including the now ruined alpha. She listened intently while they explained that they had no choice but to neuter him, because his balls had been so badly damaged by her twisting and squeezing that they’d ruptured and become infected. According to the girl on the phone, the wolf’s testicles were basketballs sized by the time they found it.

While she listened, Meg’s robe lay open, her hand running up and down her thick, rigid cock, her length throbbing as the girl related the tale of the wolf’s destroyed balls. Meg ejaculated as the conversation ended, ropey strings of white goo shooting up onto her breasts and stomach.

Outside, a light evening rain was falling. The air was warm, the leaves rustling through the trees...and Meg was feeling bold. Back in the city, she was well trained. She kept her secret well, and never DARED to bare her body for anyone. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, and with the wolves dealt with...well, she wanted to bare it all.

Leaving her robe behind, Meg began the walk down to the lake, the cum on her breasts washing off in the rain as it fell over her pale, chubby form. Her raven hair matted to her head, body glistening in the moonlight, her curvaceous form jiggling sensually with each step, that huge, flopping appendage already thickening between her legs. The thought of being seen turned her on. What if someone were to come across her, now, with that big, ugly monster between her legs? What would they say? Meg imagined stumbling on a troop of girl scouts, her swollen secret exposed for them all to see. She’d spread her legs for them, letting them look, and touch, and more...

She laughed quietly to herself, shaking her head. If only! For now, it was just Meg, the moon, and her body. Her penis had grown erect again, bobbing erotically with each step, her low hanging balls jiggling heavy between her thick thighs as she began to descend the hill toward the bank. The patter of rain fell softly around her, the trees swaying gently in the night breeze. Meg’s eyes widened as she took another step.

The ground was muddy, leaves wet and slick...her foot shot out from under her, and she fell backwards. Helplessly, she began to slide down the hill, trying desperately to grab onto a plant or bush as she passed, but the wet earth didn’t hold anything she could latch onto. She yelped, flailing as she careened down the slope, eyes wide as the tree came up to meet her.

Her voice lodged in her throat. Her toes curled, feet on either side of the tree. Between her legs, her big balls were squished flat against the rough bark, her rigid cock throbbing, jutting upward. She groaned, doubling over against the tree, eyes clamped shut, inhaling sharply as the pain in her balls spread, radiating outward from her squashed sexual organs. Meg’s legs squirmed frantically to find purchase, but the muddy ground proved too slick. Even pushing against the tree with her arms, she was unable to lift herself far enough from it to shift her leg around it’s girth.

Her balls ached fiercely between her body and the tree’s chaffing bark, the pain growing more intense. Her penis throbbed, swelling to it’s full size, foreskin sliding back over the glistening head. Meg grunted, bucking her hips, her balls grinding beneath her. She felt pre ooze from the tip of her penis. It didn’t take her long. Soon she was stroking her cock, her body smeared with mud as she bucked her hips, wildly crushing her testicles against the tree. She moaned loudly into the night as she battered her balls against the tree, her breasts heaving with each sharp intake of breath as a new wave of pain washed over her. She yelped in agony, cum rocketing from her cock, splattering a good foot an a half up the tree’s trunk.

The rain continued, and soon Meg found herself masturbating again. She came six times before her penis finally began to soften, though it only ever reached a half-hearted state of erection, standing, but floppy. As time passed, Meg began to doze, her balls still aching, pinned between her and the tree. As she began to lose consciousness, laying exposed and helpless on the hillside, she couldn’t help but notice the ache subsiding, almost feeling numb...

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Meg's Castration Vacation

Part 5, Horseplay

Those giant, badly swollen, bruised testicles were soaked, semen pooled around them as they rested heavily on the table. The woman’s penis was monstrous, bruises running up onto the base of the thick, rubbery shaft as it lay limp across her chubby, cream toned thigh. Another wet splat as a small spurt of white goo hit those big, bruised nuts, trickling down over the slick, black and blue orbs to the pool beneath them. Liz was breathing heavily, her face flushed. She squeezed her penis, hanging out of the fly of her olive uniform pants. Hers was nothing like the chubby woman’s...only five inches long when erect, Lizzy’s penis was dwarfed by Meg’s even when she was soft!

Liz was remarkably skinny, probably 105 lbs soaking wet, with short, messy maroon hair that fell down along either side of her box framed glasses, which were set in front of big, hazel eyes. Her chin and nose were narrow, a small silver chain around her neck. The park service uniform was tight, illustrating that she had a figure, though slight, even at her weight, the button down shirt open just enough to hint at cleavage.

Gingerly, she’d tuck her penis back into her pants and zip up her fly. She knew it was wrong, but the sheer size of Meg’s penis was enough to send her into overdrive. She’d never even seen a penis that wasn’t hers before today, and now she had Meg, unconscious, spread legged and nude, laid out in front of her. Well, it wasn’t just the size. The bruises did it, too. She imagined what could have caused such horrible injuries to a pair of testicles, and that only made her more aroused. Liz had found Meg doubled over on the side of the road, crying, holding her balls earlier that day. She couldn’t walk, they were so badly injured. Eventually, Liz had to sedate her to treat them.

Meg’s penis was rock solid the entire time while Liz examined her balls. Liz hated to admit it, but once she’d treated them (one of Meg’s testicles had been twisted around inside her sac) she sucked her off. Meg was unconscious, and Liz couldn’t stop staring at the huge purple head of her dick. Liz had never done anything with anyone, before, and with that huge cock just jutting up in front of her...well, she couldn’t help but try it. Meg came quickly. To be honest, Liz was surprised she even could, with how badly her balls were bruised.

Over the next few days, Meg stayed with Liz in the cabin. It was a little three room outpost-type in which Liz stayed for half the year, some 20 minutes by jeep from Meg’s family home. The park service had built it back in the 60s, and, aside from electricity and some other commodities, it had remained much the same. With Liz regularly checking Meg’s balls, the two of them became fast lovers. At first, Liz couldn’t handle Meg’s size, and resigned herself to sucking Meg off on a regular basis, but that didn't last for long. Liz was shocked at how much she enjoyed it.

It was on their third day together that one such session was interrupted by a loud thumping noise. Nude in the living room, Liz lowered her head to Meg’s massive cock while she lay spread out on the couch. Slurping hungrily, Liz sucked down that swollen head, bringing her teeth down just behind it, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard. She pulled back, tugging on Meg’s mammoth meat before bobbing back down, biting further down the shaft. She continued to gnaw on Meg’s cock for a while, Meg’s head tilting back in ecstasy, until the thumping began.

Pausing, Liz want over to the window to investigate. There were two horses kept in a small stable at the outpost to get to places jeeps couldn’t go, and as Meg moved up next to Liz, they saw the two of them just outside. The stallion reared, trying to mount the female two feet of huge, onyx cock proudly on display for the two shemales watching. As he came down, attempting to mount, the female bucked, kicking. With another resounding thud she connected with the stallion’s massive balls. The stallion didn’t rear back or try to escape...quite the contrary, he stayed right where he was. Another kick! His big balls jostled, swelling under the violent onslaught. The stallion whinnied, his cock rising as more brutal kicks decimated his massive equine maleness.

Meg’s penis throbbed, and while Liz was transfixed on that giant ball sack as it was ruined before her eyes, she slipped around behind the much smaller girl. Liz yelped as she felt Meg slam into her, Meg’s huge balls slapping against her much smaller pair. Meg fucked Liz furiously as they watched the castration play out before them. By the time seven kicks had landed, the stallion’s balls weren’t even round, any more, bug grotesquely lumpy. One, final kick caused the stallion to dismount as a massive gout of cum erupted from his now useless shaft. With a splat, the stallion’s final load hit the dirt, wasted, as white slowly turned to red, the huge throbbing length finally ejaculating blood.

Liz arched her back, screaming as Meg thrust into her, their balls sore from slapping together. Meg grunted, her cock spasming as she finally unloaded into the small, mocha skinned girl.

Outside, while the two screamed in ecstasy, the stallion stood pensively, his once mighty penis now limp and rubbery, useless. That night, Liz had no choice but to remove his pulverized masculinity, his big, limp monster dangling just inches from her face.

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Meg's Castration Vacation

Part 6, Hivemind

Meg masturbated furiously while she watched Liz carefully neuter the huge equine. His penis hadn’t shriveled in the slightest after the destruction of his testicles, though it had definitely gotten less erect. It still dangled almost two full feet between it’s powerful hind legs. Liz’s face was flushed a deep crimson as she carefully handled the monstrously swollen, distended sack. They didn’t even look like testicles, any more, misshapen and swollen large enough to give the stallion trouble walking.

Gingerly, Liz sliced it open, the pulverized masculinity oozing out like a paste. The stallion whinnied compliantly, seemingly uninterested in the fate of his ruined testicles as Liz cut the chords that once fed him his desire with a small pair of surgical scissors.

Liz giggled, turning to face Meg, who was, by this point, smeared with her own cum, her own huge length laid limply across her stomach, oozing white goo onto her creamy skin. Liz licked her lips, pushing her glasses up on her nose and unzipping her fly. With a slight hope, the smaller girl would make her way over to Meg, leg’s spread wide as she straddled the bigger girl, her small, rigid penis only inches from Meg’s face. Meg grinned impishly, licking her lips.

“Better be careful...big guy might get jealous...” She’d tease, motioning to the impotent stallion.

Lizzy blushed again, looking away for a moment.

“Yeah, right...not of this little thing!” Liz replied, shaking her head. She’d lean down, smiling. “You’re my horsey, now.”

Meg’s face beamed at the compliment to her penis, the rubbery length stiffening once more as she leaned forward, sucking Liz’s into her mouth. Her head bobbed rapidly, Liz arching her back, offering short, rapid breaths. She bit her lip, groaning quietly as Meg’s tongue worked over her small penis, probing every inch of her erection. Lizzy whimpered in ecstasy, her mocha skin already beading with sweat as she allowed her shorts to hit the floor.

Meanwhile, the gelding watched quietly, his limp length dangling helplessly between his legs. In the far corner of the stable, hidden from view by the long shadows of the dull lighting, something stirred. A low buzzing began to grow, inaudible at first. It grew louder and louder, a steady pulsing until at last a cloud of insects swept from the back of the stable. Liz and Meg jumped back in shock, their dual erections bouncing comically.

The swarm of wasps didn’t make for them, however. No, the cloud made it’s way for the recently gelded stallion. He whinnied in protest, still tied in his stall, as they swarmed around him, lower and lower, until finally the cloud encircled his two dangling feet of male meat. That was when they landed.

He bucked his hips, the huge length swinging pendulously beneath him as thousands of squirming insects began their attack. Stingers assailed his cock from all sides, piercing the supple flesh once, twice, three times...again and again. Hundreds of times the horse’s penis was stung, swelling and engorging as each sting caused more damage. Miniscule damage to each sting, but after hundreds of strings his penis was now as thick as Lizzy’s thigh!

Meg slowly slid her hands up around Lizzy’s waist, again pulling her close as they watched the giant penis be mutilated. Lizzy was transfixed, her expression not changing until Meg guided her back onto her rigid cock. Liz grunted as she struggled to squeeze Meg’s huge girth between her tiny, pert cheeks. After some work, Meg entered her, and Liz arched her back again, leaning back against Meg as she began to thrust.

Meanwhile, the gelding’s penis had been all but destroyed. Thick as a telephone pole and forever mutilated, it twitched involuntarily as the stinging mass moved over it’s surface. With a dull splat, a weak, watery load sprayed from it’s flared tip, unrecognizable now. It hit the dusty floor tinted red, his ruined meat now forever deformed and grotesque.

Liz bounced rapidly, her small breasts jiggling with each powerful thrust from Meg’s mighty organ, her own little member slapping against her abdomen. Sensing more intruders, the wasps reared about, the cloud darting across the room toward the two. Liz’s eyes went wide as her modest male endowment was engulfed in stinging wasps!

Liz screamed, struggling to escape, but Meg held tight, lost in pleasure as she thrust harder and harder into Liz, making the smaller girl’s penis flop even more wildly. Meg’s balls were the next target as the swarm assailed them. She too screamed as she felt the stinging mass bear down on her huge balls! Lizzy’s penis trembled, swelled, and came, a blast of semen rocketing a few feet from her swollen, mutilated head, now misshapen as it was stung by wasps many times over. Meg too, came buckets, her balls an angry shade of purple to match Lizzy’s entire penis.

The two struggled, flailing, to flee the stable, their deformed penises still oozing cum by the time they made it inside. Both of their organs were swollen many times their size. Meg’s penis was more or less unhurt, but her balls were nearly the size of melons. Liz, on the other hand, had been stung many more times. Her small, mocha colored penis was now a deep, ugly purple color, the skin stretched as it swelled up many times it’s size. It looked too thick to be real, now, glistening with cum, throbbing and swollen despite being limp. Her balls were indistinguishable, the sack a single orb, swollen to the point that it looked ready to burst!

It was a week before Meg was able to attain an erection again. For Lizzy, it was much longer, and she referred to her penis as 'ugly’ and 'deformed’ ever after.

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