My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 4 of 4 - Sex Stories

My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 4 of 4

... repulsed, but still felt compelled—my eyes were glued to Veronica’s crotch. The scrotum ring and tube were gone and in their place was only a stub of a penis about an inch long. It was oozing a mostly clear fluid that reminded me of pre-cum although I couldn’t fathom how that would be possible for behind that tiny organ was…nothing! There wasn’t the slightest hint of a scrotum. The skin was smooth and tight all the way to her puckered asshole. Finally, Jim broke the silence. “How on earth did you ever get her consent to that surgery?” “Consent? Ha! Veronica is just a slave—nothing more. The only thing she consents to is to follow my orders. Care to guess what happened to them? It was one of my rare culinary moments. They were quite resilient even to my sharpest knives. It must have taken me an hour to dice the two of them into small cubes. I sautéed them in butter and fed them to Veronica and Sheila for their dinner. I thought it was the perfect ending for them. Notice that oozing liquid? I had the doctor sew a vibrator onto her prostate. She can’t cum, but she’ll ooze pre-cum every single second until the day she dies.” “I have to agree, that was the perfect ending,“ Jim said as he laughed. “You really are something, Rita. Where do you get your ideas? Everything is so appropriate for a couple of cheating scumbags like your husband and Sheila. Where is that bitch, anyway?” “She’s being punished down in the playroom. She wasn’t beating Veronica’s tits hard enough to satisfy ...

... me yesterday so I strung her up down there by her own tits. Next time I tell her to beat them she’ll do it. I wouldn’t be surprised if she makes Veronica bleed. I’ll release her around four when her twenty-four hours are up.” “Mind if I see her? This has been really informative. You are one tough woman.” “Go ahead, and thank you. I do try!” She laughed then and I thought it was a laugh from hell. I rose and walked with Jim, Nan’s raincoat over my arm, down to the playroom. Jim’s hand on my arm steadied me and I needed it when I saw Sheila. There were thin ropes tied to each of her nipple rings up to the ceiling and down to the lock on her clit. The ropes were tight—tight enough to force her to stand on tiptoes or risk ripping either her breasts or clit from her body. Her hands were locked behind her back. I could see her shaking as I reached into my pocket for my knife. It was just then that Jim told me he had seen enough. “Okay, Team A--Team B, come on in; time to do our duty.” He clapped me on the back and returned upstairs to arrest Rita Marlowe. I held the blade against the rope as I looked into Sheila’s eyes. What I saw there was the most terrifying thing I’d seen since meeting with Rita. Sheila’s eyes were empty. It was as though I was looking straight into her soul and there was nothing there. I severed the ropes, taking Sheila into my arms. “You’re okay now, Sheila. You’re safe now. I’ll take care of you.” She looked up and she obviously didn’t recognize me, but she ...