At the hands of Delilah
By First Timer
The real story of Sampson and Delilah


The cutting of Sampson's hair by Delilah to take his strength is considered by
most scholars as a mystic biblical metaphor, a kind of symbolic castration of
the strongest man on earth at the hands of a weak little woman to make the
truth more palpable I suppose to the writers and historians of the times (all
males) of course as to her actually castrating him. So in the biblical story
she cut his hair off to make him weak when in reality of course she actually
did deball him. I mean what else could do that to the supposedly strongest man
on earth? So realistically it definitely wasn't just cutting his hair off.
That's for the naïve and to perpetuate the symbolism of male superiority
opposed to the weaker sex, for if the true story of Sampson and Delilah be
told truthfully and factually it was the hands of a mere woman that the mighty
Sampson lost his strength with her taking his bull like testicles from him
rendering him fat weak and useless, a fate which befalls any male who's been
castrated.

You may ask how it is that I can repudiate the original biblical stories
concerning Sampson and Delilah. Well my name is Professor Elijah Sukenik of
the Hebrew University currently working on transcribing ancient Hebrew text
from the Dead Sea Scrolls and in doing so deciphered the ancient
transcriptions on roll 83b/11 telling of the story of Sampson and Delilah from
a person who was present during the entire affair, a young servant girl of
Delilah's named Aara. And in her words through a scribe she relates her story
to him. And I relate it to you now. The true story of Sampson and Delilah.

Aara's dictations. Scroll 83b/11

We were Philistines and my mistress had taken in this big Israelite brute
named Sampson. He was usually naked and drunk with wine most of the time with
the smells of summers goats and sheep and he would defecate in the corners of
our house which I had to clean. He was the biggest dirtiest filthiest smelly
male I've ever known. He was huge and they say he's stronger than 20 bulls
which I think is probably true because he had the scrotum that was bigger than
any bulls scrotum I've ever seen. He'd broken every piece of furniture in our
house including the our brick stoves and also broken most of our doors and
windows plus he was continuously carry around this rotting donkeys Jawbone for
some reason. The smell of it and him was unbearable and I thought at the time
that my mistress Delilah had lost her mind or had come under the spell of some
Israelites heathens potion.

It's was the nights that I hated the most. Delilah would have me bath and
perfume her, dress her in her finest silks of trimed gold envying her perfect
body. Tall and statuesque of that of a goddess. Her large firm breasts
standing out proud with up turned nipples molding the thin silk fabric that
barely touches them but draped out over them, the way her slightest movements
would make them jiggle so heavenly to me. She always insists that I leave her
womanhood bare and exposed between her long slim legs saved for a gold chain
medallion that rests around her broad hips with the centerpiece of her family
crest that would dangle directly above her womanhood. When all was finished
and she was satisfied she'll nod to me saying. "Aara you may bring him in now
please".

Outside waiting as usually he would be drunk and drooling from both his mouth
and cock, the big swollen appendage on him bobbing up and down as he would
sway back and forth on one big ugly dirty foot than the other like the big
dumb stupid runting animal he was, and normally with that stupid stinking
rotting jawbone dangling in his hand swinging back and forth. He'd start
grunting with the big dangling testicles under him trying to up in his sexual
animal lust as I spoke. "My mistress Delilah will see you now Sampson".
Standing clear of him holding my nose as the big smelly filthy Israelite would
rush in bellowing and grunting at the sight of my mistress. I'd run out into
the night far away from a grunting animal noises crying thinking. "Why is she
letting him do this to her! Delilah!!! WHY WHY"!

The next morning with my worried looks at her she confide in me saying. "Aara
my sweet Aara. Make sure our Sampson has plenty of wine today my dear. Because
tonight with your help we will deball the mighty Sampson the strongest man on
earth, telling me. "Aara we are going to castrate him tonight Aara, and you
may help me severed his big bull like scrotum and as a reward Aara. You may
keep it to do with as you please". I was shocked. "Were going to do what now
misters? We're going to deball him tonight? just me and you.? But he's so big
mistress, and he's so strong my lady shouldn't we~~~. She gave me a giggle and
a confident smile saying. "Aara my dear Aara. What appears in life is
sometimes the exact opposite when it comes to men, and you will soon discover
the vestiges of the males strength and power are the most fragile of all".

Later that morning he was grunting out a turd in the corner of our front room
when I brought into him two fat skins of wine and three cooked chickens. He
grunted with alarm at first but then greedily took all wiping his ass with one
of the chickens than quickly took everything outside flopping down against a
porch pillar eating and drinking until a few hours later he was laying passed
out covered in chicken bones, grease and flies. I came out checking on him and
looking between his wide-open legs at the enormous testicles resting on the
dirt between his legs covered with filth, twigs and flies, I couldn't picture
him without them but picturing the moment of me or Delilah cutting them off
with me there catching them in my hands as they came off. I had a urge to
reach down between his legs and lift them to feel their size and weight but
refrained. It would be soon enough I thought when I would hold them and I
walked away busying myself out back doing laundry trying not to think about my
mistress castrating him which was shamefully causing some sexual excitement in
me. Unable to get the picture of the big things coming off him into my hands.

An hour later there was a commotion with our beekeeper screaming and running
in terror and looking over the back courtyard wall I saw the big smelly dumb
oath Sampson staggering over towards our beehives. I had to marvel at the size
of his scrotum as it swung and twisted between his legs with his heavy
clumsily gait until he was in front of one of the hives. Then he began
swinging the stinking jawbone back-and-forth swatting at bees that were
starting to sting him. Then he started slapping with his one hand at his
thighs than at his cock and balls while swinging the jawbone in all directions
until it hit one of the hives knocking it over with a dark cloud of bees
swarming up from it covering him. He went running wildly in circles then
started running backwards swatting and hitting himself with his donkeys
jawbone until he came to our well with his back upper thighs hitting it he
went over backwards down over into it and disappeared.

My mistress Delilah was now standing beside me with a questioning look of what
was going on. What was all the commotion about? Excitedly I told her. "Your
Sampson mistress! Has just fallen down the well after destroying one of our
beehives". Her expression was one of confusion as though she hadn't heard me
right saying. "Aara tell me this slower this time." "Sampson has fallen down
the well head first I think mistress".

It took us three hours to get him out with ropes and a team of horses until
finally he emerged peppered with bee stings but surprisingly clean for the
first time I'd seen him. He angrily pushed one of the horses over to the
ground grunting that he'd lost his jawbone down the well. Agitated he started
running back and forth to the well looking down then encircling it, bending
over looking down and then down again and again until Delilah stepped behind
him with her hand reaching between his legs taking a hold of one of his balls
soothing him saying. "Enough big fellow. Easy big boy. Mama's going to get her
big bull a new bone." I was amazed at the effect she had on him or should I
say the effect she had on his one ball. He was giving out painful little
grunts of compliance. She had the one firmly in her grasp and I noticed the
muscles in her forearm standing out as she was applying pressure to it, and
how meekly he started complying to her wishes. The drama of the well incident
was over with Sampson his head down following Delilah back to the villa with
his huge heavy pendulous testicles swinging from side to side between his legs
as he went. I now understood my beautiful mistresses true power. It wasn't he
who was using her. It was she who was using him. Controlling him by the big
scrotum that hung between his legs and I realized how weak the supposedly
strongest man on earth was compared to the one hand of a woman, a woman like
myself.

The male scribe who was taking Aara's accounts 10 years after Sampson's demise
found himself so aroused that his hard rearing cock jutted up embarrassingly
springing free from between the folds of his tunic nakedly exposed to Aara's
eyes who understood completely the state of his arousal and of her own
feverishly churning wet dripping pussy between her legs in the retelling of
the story of what had happened that night, and to better tell the story she
suggested that he'd understand better if they both physically took the roles
of her as Delilah, and him as Sampson to better demonstrate how it really was
that night when those big huge testicles of Sampson's came off. The scribe
readily agree for the sake of accuracy and to better understand the
circumstances of Sampson's debaling at the hands of Delilah. Excitedly told
Aara to show him everything and not to leave anything out as he threw his
robes off and stood before her naked eagerly with his blood bloated pulsating
cock jutting out hard ready for her to instruct and show him how it was that
night. Aara's hands trembled as she stood removing her own tunic with the
girlish thin body of 10 years ago gone, transformed into the body of a fully
grown tall lean voluptuous adult female. Having the same affects on the scribe
as did Delilahs body have upon Sampson with his knees weakening as she
instructed him explaining. "He was down on all fours". The scribe took the
position as she went on. "Picture yourself five times bigger than you are now,
and a thousand times stronger. Picture your testicles forty times bigger. Now
spread your thighs out wider picturing your scrotum straining down with its
weight nearly touching the floor, and the hard cock on you as big as the calf
of my leg hanging in front of your balls, and that's how Sampson was that
night before we castrated him."

Aara got to her knees down beside the scribes body with her hand reaching down
behind his spread thighs grasping his balls weighing and keening them with a
pleasant grunt from him as she went on. "I was watching from the corner of the
room. Watching his backside as you are now, watching almost hypnotized by the
big bloated slowly swaying scrotum under him as my mistress stood in front of
him. Teasing him by slowly removing her jewelry, first her gold arm bands,
then her necklaces, deliberately emphasizing her movements making her firm
breasts jiggle as she did. I'd never seen her nipples so extended as they were
that night, as mine are now thinking of them jutting out tenting the loose
silk transparent fabric of her pale blue robe as she gently placed the pieces
of jewelry one by one in a silver tray and as she would turn back I could see
her clit standing out from beneath its hood, as mine is doing now thinking of
her. Also remembering the smells of the burning myrrh and scented candles and
lamps and the casting shadows from them as our eyes met with a knowing smile
she nodded for me to bring a chair for her to sit so she would be comfortable
while the mighty Sampson serviced her pussy with his mouth and tongue. And if
the truth be told it was I Aara. Her young servant girl of only 14 years who
actually castrated the mighty Sampson while he was at my mistresses pussy. She
seated herself spreading her long muscular legs while I moved back behind him
as he moved forward on hands and knees with his head pushing between her legs
his mouth eagerly sealing to her womanhood with his now muffled grunts I knelt
down beside him like I am with you now and began feeling and stroking the big
hanging sack on him much like I'm doing to you. I could hear his moans of
pleasure like yours as I handled him until I stopped to fasten a leather cord
up tight around the neck of his big scrotum, like I'm doing to yours now. It
was so he wouldn't bleed to death when I cut them off, my mistress wanted him
alive. He was worth a thousand pieces of silver to her alive so I pulled it
tight and he grunted in pain as I did. My mistress with both hands on the back
of his head pulled his face tight into her pussy and nodded to me. You know
it's funny or rather strange that when the moment came I don't think he even
realized that his balls had just came off. There was just a body twitch from
him like a horse twitching off a fly and a dull thud as they hit the floor
between his legs like yours just did.

The scribe looking under screamed in horror at his severed balls lying on the
floor under him. "OH GOD YOU'VE CASTRATED ME! YOU'VE CASTRATED ME"!

Aara got to her feet smiling saying. "Of course I castrated you. I've
castrated hundreds of men after Sampson. What did you expect? You wanted it!
You wanted me to castrate you didn't you?"

Delilah and Aara that night made love to each other while Sampson withered at
their feet in their orgasmic eruptions. Jupiter Mars Venus the moon the
universe the heavens revolving twirling and swirling filling spilling from
both becoming one becoming all becoming them touching flames from heaven and
hell within themselves fulfillment of exultant thrill.

The End