The Last Weekend - Sunday
By Janet and Her slave
Sunday never was the boy's favorite day, the women made sure that this Sunday would be one to be remembered.


1 Dot's Story

The first gray light of morning appeared in the eastern sky. The night had
flown, I guess it's true what they say about time and enjoyment. I doubted
though that the boys felt the same, it had been a hellish night for them.
Raped repeatedly by Fiona and 'Big Lizzie' Janet, Cori and I had taken Ray
more times than I cared to think about, and Jill and Fizz had taken a shine
to Chris and had screwed him in every conceivable position, and Carmen and
Debbie had fucked Alan's brains out. Then we decided that the boys should
become 'better friends', intimate even, so we had them fuck each other! I
truly think that that was what really broke them. We managed every
permutation and combination imaginable. Ray receiving, Alan in his mouth,
Chris up his arse. Chris on the receiving end and Ray and Alan choc-a-block
up him and finally Alan became the lucky last. The Viagra was almost
essential, although at the end there I thought there may have been
something between Alan and Chris other than a set of busted bollocks!

They were a wretched and pathetic trio now. Chris was out in the wood shed
with Fizz and Jill who, when last seen, were trying to hang him by his
balls! And by the sounds coming from outside I'd say they were getting
close to achieving their goal. Alan lay on the kitchen floor like a
discarded toy, which of course is what he was. He only resembles a faint
shadow of the man we brought here on Friday. Completely defeated and
crushed he covered in cuts and welts and bruises. Carmen and Julie were the
last to use him but his cock and balls are so disfigured and bloody it's
not really safe to use him anymore. His balls were enormous. I've never
seen testicles so large, his penis was withered and shriveled and useless
as a male organ. I decided I'd get him to start breakfast.


2 Rays Story

It didn't stop. Fiona, then Janet, then Dot, they gang raped me Time after
time after time. I became numb, it no longer hurt anymore my body absorbed
it, but when they made Chris and Alan and I do it. Oh God I'll never, ever
forget that. Fiona and Janet were the worst, torturing us, making us beg to
be fucked by each other time after time after time.

Then Fiona took me upstairs and used me as her toilet! I'm terrified of
her. She dragged me up the stairs and pushed me into the bathroom.

"Well, wee man it's time for a bit more training. You've proved to be a
good wee learner for a laddie. You've shown me that you can take 'Big
Lizzie,' there aren't too many lasses who can take her without complaining,
and you suck cock like a fifty cent whore. You're to be commended." She
said sarcasm dripping of every word. " What d'you say?"

"Thank you Mistress Fiona."  I managed. She sat on the toilet bowl looking
down at me lying at Her feet, on my back. She ran her long fingers through
Her thick mane of hair that ran almost to Her waist. Her large breasts
hardly sagged as She arched her back. She was naked and had been for most
of the night. Then She looked me in the eye

 "I'm going to have a pee and you're going to catch every drop in your
mouth wee man. D'you understand me?" She asked.

"Yes Mistress Fiona." I meekly replied. It was totally useless to argue,
Mistress Fiona will do whatever she likes.

"Good". She sat on my chest moved slightly forward and before I knew it She
started pissing on me. She found her range and the stream entered my mouth.
I swallowed her urine. I've no idea how much I swallowed, but as per
Mistress Fiona's instructions I never spilt a drop. When She finished she
wiped Herself on my face and stood up. She pulled some toilet paper from
the roll and dried Herself then handed me the paper. "Eat it." She ordered.
I obeyed.

Mistress Fiona walked out and left me lying on the toilet floor. They
didn't bother tying us anymore we were so afraid of them we were completely
under their control, completely broken. When Fiona left Cori came in!


3 Dots Story

Alan made me a cup of coffee and I went out to the woodshed where Fizz and
Jill had Chris tied. It was cold out here, the rain that had been falling
all weekend had finally stopped and a clear blue sky promised a warm day
but at seven o'clock there was still a nip in the air. The girls were in
their underwear oblivious to the temperature, Jill in a matching black lace
bra and panties, Fizz in a navy satin thong and white bra. Chris was naked.
His body was probably the worst shape than of all of them. He was a mass of
welts and cuts the girls had branded their names on his arse cheeks on
Friday night and had branded him a few times over the last twenty-four
hours. His cock and balls were the property of 'JILLFIZZ' apparently, and I
don't think that there was a person in that house that morning that would
have disputed their claim. He lay on the floor at their feet a rope tied
around his scrotum, his hands tied behind his back. The end of the rope was
attached to a chain block that was hanging from a wooden beam over their
heads. Jill pulled the chain and took up the slack.

"Hi Dot" Said Fizz, as if seeing me for the first time.

"Is he being a bit uncooperative?" I asked

"No," said Fizz. "He's really cooperating. Aren't you Christopher?"

"Yes Mistress Felicity." He said. He looked a beaten man, we were bullying
them now, all of them. Ray, Alan and Chris were in no doubt at all as to
whom the dominant sex was, there would never be any doubt in their minds
that women were stronger than men all that we were doing now was endorsing
the fact. Jill pulled the chain again and the rope became tighter.

 Felicity was 18 or 19, Jill was in her mid twenties. Chris was
thirtysomething, possibly twelve years older than Fizz but she would always
be his superior. I enjoyed what we had done over the last two days we had
taught another group of men about Female Power, Girl Power, if you like,
but there wasn't much more to be gained here anymore. I was starting to
feel sorry for them. I watched the fear in Chris's eyes as Jill started to
pull him off the ground. I was joined by Fiona and Carmen, they didn't
share my sympathy for the hapless Chris.

"Rip 'em off!" Shouted Fiona who had managed to put a sweater on and her
tiny panties. Carmen sat on Alan's back in a red lace bra and matching
bikinis. Cori stood beside me and cheered Jill on. "Take him higher Jill,"
she called. She did. His scrotum stretched. All that was touching the
ground now was his shoulders and his toes. He squealed. One link at a time
now, His ball-bag stretched. We were chanting now. "UP, UP, UP!" And Jill
and Fizz obliged. One link at a time; he screamed

"Scream, you cock sucker." Yelled Cori.

"UP, UP, UP," we chorused and all of a sudden he was swinging in the
breeze! He was off the ground. He was hanging by his balls!!  Jill gave the
chain a few more pulls and made sure Chris was well and truly hanging by
his gonads.

"I wonder how many of us it would take to sit on the swing before something
broke." Laughed Carmen.

"I wonder." Said Fiona aloud. We weren't laughing now. Fiona meant it. She
wanted to castrate him in a most hideous way.

All of a sudden the atmosphere changed. From one of fun and almost a
carnival feel to one of a much darker nature and almost on cue the sun
slipped behind a cloud and the woodshed was a bit colder.

 Chris was sobbing, screaming in agony. I was certain we had destroyed him
as a man. His black balls were the size of a grapefruit and bleeding from a
number of places. The seven women in the shed looked at their victim for a
second and decided what to do next.


4 Ray Story

I had become the official toilet!  After Cori I was used by Carmen, then
Debbie. Every time someone came in I was expecting the worst to happen, but
all they done was piss on me or in me. I was becoming to accept my fate.
I'd heard them talking. We'd be released soon. Mistress Janet came in. She
stood by the door for a few seconds I cowered before Her ready to accept
Her waste. She pulled off Her white lace knickers and She stood over me.

"I've never done this before." She told me "You should feel honoured."

"Yes Mistress Janet. I do."

She stood over my head facing my feet and squatted just above my face. For
a second or so nothing happened as I braced myself for the flood. But there
was no flood!

I was violently ill. I've have never been so sick in my life. Mistress
Janet beat me mercilessly. She whipped me, flaying my back, my legs, my
backside, my balls, he was relentless. "How dare you refuse me anything,
you pathetic little grub," She ranted. "You will obey me. Do you understand
me you stupid fucking man? Do you?"

"Yes Mistress Janet. I'm sorry Mistress Janet." I managed between sobs as
she found the target time and again. "I'm sorry.I'm sorry.." I cried, "I'm
sorry.."

She stood over me naked except for her bra.

"Lets try again. Shall we?"

Mistress Janet squatted over my face facing my feet. I positioned my mouth
directly under her anus.

"Let me feel your tongue. Lick my arsehole, you arsehole." I did as She
ordered and then felt something move. I took the first piece without
hysterics.

Just as Mistress Janet was about to try again. Carmen knocked on the door

"Janet. It's me, Carmen. We have a problem!"

"Can it wait? I'm in the middle of something here."

"Felicity has castrated Chris!"

I couldn't believe my ears. Janet got off of me and pulled on Her
underwear.

"Clean this mess up. I'm not finished with you." And She left.


5 Dot's Story

 It happened so quickly. One minute he was hanging there, the next he
wasn't. We weren't sure exactly what had happened at first. I thought the
rope had broken, or the hoist had slipped but the plume of blood was the
first indicator that he had been castrated. The blood ran like a tap at
first. Chris writhed in agony screaming for help. The atmosphere was weird.
We watched as Chris bled to death. No one tried to save him. No one. Janet
ran to the woodshed but stopped when she saw what was happening.

 The dirt soaked up Chris's blood and slowly his screams died and then so
did he. For a number of seconds we stood over him watching his last death
throws. Felicity picked up the severed organs that were still held in the
knotted rope and held them above her head like a trophy. And we cheered!
The blood ran down her arm and across her breast and dripped from the end
of her nipple. We had killed someone and we were euphoric. It was only a
man after all. One male less in the world wouldn't be such a bad thing.
Would it?

OK, so Chris might not have been a child molester or a rapist but then
again he might have become one. Why wait until the last moment to find out.
How many innocent women had suffered at the hands of a sadistic man? Too
many. All we're doing is evening things up a bit.

 All of a sudden my mood changed. From being a little sympathetic towards
our captives I now felt like I'd been robbed of the chance of castrating
one of them and I felt a tinge of envy towards Felicity. Then another
thought crossed my mind. This was serious shit. We had killed someone. And
there were witnesses.

We weren't taking chances Alan and Ray were hand cuffed and tied up while
we decided their fate.

"There are two things we can do," said Janet. "We can either let them go or
we can subject them to the same fate that Chris met."

"If we let them go they'll go straight to the police." Argued Fiona.

"So we kill 'em," said Janet just a bit too casually. There was a few
seconds silence as we thought about the choices.

"The first one was an accident, we didn't mean to kill him." said Debbie.

 "It'd be a bit difficult to prove when you consider all the evidence.
Kidnapped, tortured and then hung by the balls." Said Fiona. "I reckon in
for a penny in for a pound. Kill the other two."

"Let's put it to a vote. Who is in favour of letting them go?"

No one was in favour of releasing them.

"Who wants to see them topped?" Janet asked

It was unanimous!

"Lets have sacrificial castrating. Lets make sure that the next time we do
it, it isn't an accident!"


6 Ray's Story

Things had been crazy for thirty-six hours but now the lunacy was
escalating. Fiona and Debbie grabbed me and dragged me down the stairs. I
was shoved to the ground in the front room and Alan was pulled into the
center room beside me. The women surrounded us.

Fiona, the Amazon. Her jet-black hair fell to Her waist. She wore a heavy
black sweater and tiny black lace bikini panties. Beside Her was Jill,
blonde, petite, and despite the cold wore just Her black lace bra and
panties. Beside Her to my immediate right was Julie, short dark hair daring
me to look at Her. She wore a white shirt that was completely unbuttoned a
white lace bra and a black skirt. Behind me were Carmen, Dot and Felicity.
To Fiona's right was Cori, Her long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail and
like Jill She seemed immune to the cold She stood staring at me in Her navy
blue satin bikinis panties and white lace bra, Her nipples rock hard. To
Her right stood Mistress Janet, short blonde hair blue jumper and white
lace knickers and Debbie stood right next to Alan the only women wearing a
dress.

"Lets take them outside," suggested Janet. Alan and I were grabbed and
dragged outside to the woodshed. I was beginning to accept my fate but Alan
was far from impressed at the latest development and protested vehemently,
all that that achieved was another severe flogging. Carmen, Fiona and Jill
spread his legs apart with a spreader bar and hooked his handcuffs to the
chain block and they hoisted him off the ground. He twisted slowly before
them. His arms above his head his legs wide apart inviting their attention
to his 'bits'.

 Fiona appeared with a carving knife in one hand and a steel in the other
and dramatically sharpened the knife on the steel like an expert butcher.
She achieved the desired effect. Alan visibly disintegrated before Her.

"PLEASE MISTRESS FIONA I BEG YOU NO PLEASE NO!" He screamed, he begged and
pleaded but Fiona was going to 'nut' him and his cries would only act an
accompaniment. I knelt in front of Mistress Dot and Mistress Janet resigned
to the fact that they were going to do whatever they like and any protest
from me would do nothing to change the course of anything.

Fiona stood in front of him the knife in her hand. She slapped the blade
between his thighs then slowly brought the blade up and ran it lightly over
his balls.

"How come you've become the castrator?" Asked Janet.  Fiona, as big as she
was, bowed to Janet. She was their unofficial leader and had the respect of
all of the women.

" Well who else wants to do it?" There was a unanimous shout of  "Me."

"I think we'll draw lots." Janet suggested.

I drew Janet's name out of the hat. And I knelt and watched as Mistress
Janet took the knife. She gripped Alan's balls in Her hand and stretched
his scrotum, She looked Alan in the eye, She appeared to say something,
then the final symbolic gesture and She smiled in his face as She hacked
off his balls in one economic movement. She then severed his penis as he
squealed in undiluted agony before us. Janet forced his severed genitals
into his mouth as he bled to death in front of us. I couldn't look.


7 Dot's Story

All of a sudden the race was on. Fizz had castrated a slut and I felt a
tinge of jealousy towards her. She had done something to a man that no
other woman I knew had done to a man and I felt a bit second-class, so when
Fiona was preparing to castrate Alan I was a bit pissed off because I was
wondering what gave her the right to the next slut. I was a bit relieved
when Janet, who obviously felt the same way, intervened. We all respect
Janet, even Fiona, and I was pleased at Fiona's response.

 We all wrote our names on a slip of paper and we made Ray fold up the name
cards and place them in a pot and he pulled the winning name out of the
pot.

"And the winner is.Janet." He quietly announced.

"Yes." Janet shouted.

She made pretty quick work of it. She relieved Alan of his 'bits' in just a
few seconds. She turned to me "God, Dot. The power. I looked him in the eye
I just about came as I cut them off." She said enthusiastically

"What did you say to him?" I asked

"I told him that 'These are mine!'"

We both burst out laughing.

Outside, the morning that had promised so much had turned cloudy and over
cast again and I felt the first touch of rain that was carrying in the
wind. The bodies of the two sluts were lying in the woodshed. Fiona was on
the phone organizing a tractor to be delivered out to the farm. Ray was in
the kitchen preparing our lunch he had the close attention of Cori and
Fizz. He wasn't going anywhere. He wasn't going to deprive one of us of our
chance to graduate from this university of Sadism.

 During lunch Janet suggested that maybe we should write up a journal to go
with the video we were making. The video camera appeared everywhere but we
didn't have a recorder at the farm so we hadn't seen what we had shot yet.

"Get him to write his account as well." Suggested Cori.

"Good idea." Someone endorsed, and we made Ray sit down and record
everything that had happened to him and his friends since just before they
met us."

I was on my third bottle of wine for the day as I sat and wrote my account.
Ray sat at the opposite end of the table, but he was constantly
interrupted. As he was the only remaining male his services were more in
demand. Fiona, Janet and Cori all used him as a toilet and Debbie and Jill
wanted to fuck him.

 We needed more men. So Janet Carmen and Fiona got dressed and decided to
go and recruit a few. They returned empty handed a hour later. The rain was
falling quite hard now and there didn't appear to be anyone out there.

"Lets finish him off and we'll go. Has he finished his account yet." Asked
Janet.

"He's close, aren't you Ray?"

"Yes Mistress Dot."

8 Ray's Story

I started writing this a couple of hours ago and now They seem keen to get
rid of me. Their enthusiasm appears to have waned and like most Sunday
afternoon's they seem to be restless. Fiona and Julie are hovering behind
me both are now dressed and impatiently waiting for me to finish..



9 Dot's Story

Well dear reader Ray has been dispatched of, Julie was a little slower with
the knife than Janet and he entertained us for a few minutes but the end
result was the same. So if you're out there on the M25 this weekend and you
happen to notice a couple of attractive women driving a late model sports
car be careful, be very careful, because your nuts could be mine!




Authors note.


This is a complete work of fiction written by myself and my slave.  It was
our first attempt at writing anything and I would like to hear any comments
from anyone pro or con. I can be contacted on  janetford@westnet.com.au