Emily's Barn

Emily's Barn


Standing before the figure, she thought about how easy it had been to capture him.  Earlier she had considered it to be one of the more difficult tasks of the entire operation.  That the 'Zombie Drug' worked its magic on the man should be considered a major achievement for their continuing plans and efforts.

She glanced at the victim.  He was completely immobilized on the adjustable table and was slowly recovering from the numbing effects of the drug.  Completely naked, he was exposed and totally defenseless.  He was as vulnerable as she sometimes felt in the presence of powerful men.  He was not powerful now.  Quite the contrary, she was the powerful one.  She could do anything she wanted to him.  And she planned to do a lot!  To that end, she was more than pleased to note that his cock was still hard as a rock.  The copper wire wrapping around the base of the cock kept the blood stable and the cock hard.  Of course with the blood flow restricted, gangrene was almost certain.  When that happened, the cock would rot and finally fall off.  If that happened it would the least of his problems!  She grinned. 

Emily checked over all of the tools and equipment on the nearby tables.  She periodically glanced at the man, watching as he slowly recovered from the dose of the "Zombie Drug".  The drug had worked perfectly.  She was also keeping track of the recovery time.  That too, was working out quite well for their future uses.

She glanced up and stopped.  He had apparently recovered.  He seemed moderately alert and was tracking her movements.  She smiled up at him.  Then reaching toward one of the tables, she grasped something from among the tools and equipment.  And with little ceremony, she grabbed the rigid cock with her left hand, then plunged a long, sharp needle deep into the glans.  The glans - that smooth, soft, and super-sensitive head of a male penis.  The reaction from the victim was immediate.  Under ordinary conditions, that reaction would have been quite loud and annoying.  But with some earlier efforts, Emily had made a muffler of sorts.  One could still hear most of words, screams or shouts, and sometimes the curses, but it was no longer irritatingly loud and distracting.  As an added bonus, the victim could still breathe without any of the difficulties of the usual methods to gag a victim. 

With the needle still buried deeply in the glans, Emily wiggled it around to check the noise muffler again.  He screamed and shouted and pleaded as before.  Satisfied with the muffler, she nonchalantly pushed the needle completely through the tender meat and out the other side.  The victim yelped and pleaded for mercy.  Emily grinned, grabbed another needle and forced it also entirely through the head of his cock in one motion.  Emily savored the noisy reactions and idly wondered how many needles she could add before running out of space.  A dozen?  A hundred?  A thousand?  She grinned.  A thousand sounded like a good number!

Emily turned towards a new sound and saw Teryn strolling confidently into the room.  The beautiful, young woman was Emily's best friend, partner and sometime lover - not nearly enough of the latter to suit Emily.  But Teryn was a free spirit; doing things her way in her own time.  Yet Emily still felt special when Teryn chose to spend time with her.

"Started without me, huh?" Teryn said laughing.  "Sorry.  Got hung up trying to calm Jared's streak of jealousy."

Trying to join the laughter, even while experiencing some of the jealousy Teryn's new boyfriend expressed.  Emily said, "No, not starting early, just checking things.  Like your 'Zombie Potion'?  It worked like a dream!  Mumbling and stumbling just like a drunk, yet easily guided."

"I'll be sure to check on the patent rights." Teryn chuckled.

"Believe it or not, he actually helped me secure himself onto the table ...even helping strap himself in!" She explained.

Teryn laughed.  Then she casually reached over and jerked one of needles out of the man's cock.  Needles that Emily had stabbed in only moments before.  He screamed and pleaded, the girls giggled.  Both noticed again how well the muffler worked.

"Where'd you find these?" Teryn asked examining the needle.

"Didn't find 'em, got tired of fumbling with the needles.  Couldn't hold onto 'em." Emily said, though Teryn also knew the problem.  "Saw this stuff advertised for mechanics.  Just dip tool handles, pliers, screwdrivers, and such, into this rubberized stuff, wait for it to dry and ...voila! ...easier to hold."

Teryn held the needle up, inspecting it.  Then without hesitation, plunged it deeply right back into head of the cock!  The man yelled, and whined, and begged the women not to hurt him anymore.  The two looked at one another and giggled loudly.

Teryn reached into a bag she'd brought.  Holding up a small glass jar for Emily to see.  "Hot peppers!" she explained.  "These are Thai peppers, ...among the hottest peppers on the planet!"

Emily grinned.  "Sounds like fun, " She said, "But we have time for some coffee and a snack before we get the party going, don't we?"

"Yeah, I think that sounds good," Teryn said. "But perhaps just a little reminder so he won't forget us?"

Emily frowned as a question.  "What do you have in mind?"

Teryn grinned and handed the jar of peppers to her friend.  Grabbing a set of tweezers from the table, she selected one of the tiny little peppers from the jar.  It was small and only about an inch or so long.  She held it up for the captive to see, then carefully slid it down into the pee slit at the tip of the man's cock.  She carefully pushed the pepper fully down into the penis.  He was already moaning and quivering at fiery sensations before she even put the tweezers away in a glass of water.  Both girls grinned at his reactions.  Teryn carefully put the jar of peppers back on the table.  Spilling just a tiny drop of the pepper juice onto exposed skin would be painful.

"We should give him a sip of water, huh?" Emily questioned.

As Emily held up the straw in a glass of water for their captive, Teryn reached over and grasped the man's balls.  Carefully moving each testicle in the skin sack, lightly squeezing them.  She said, "Nice, big balls.  I think I'm going to cut them out so I can play with them one at a time."

"If you cut them out they'll die.  They'll be dead ...can't play with them, can't hurt them."

"No, no!  Not cut them off, cut them ...OUT!" Teryn emphasized the word, and laughed.  "Out of the skin sack!  I can play with them, then put them back in the sack.  Nerves and such still connected."

"Ooh, wow!" Emily said excitedly. "Yeah!  Gonna be fun.  Can't wait to see it."  As they walked towards the kitchenette, she said, "Gonna be a lot of blood, though, isn't it?  Really messy."


Later, hunger and thirst sated, Emily and Teryn again stood before their captive watching him watch them.  Teryn grabbed a length of cord, quickly tied a slip knot to secure his left testicle.  Ditto for the right ball.  She stretched the balls out from the man's body onto the table.  The balls tied in place, she grabbed a mallet-like tool, glanced at it.  It appeared to be a normal kitchen tool, a wooden meat tenderizer.  She just had to grin at the descriptive name in this context.  She laughed.

Emily looked over at her friend.  "Not going to cut them out, huh?  Too messy?"

"Yeah, that, too." Teryn replied. "But then, what could I do to his balls outside that I couldn't do inside the scrotum?"

"Interesting point," Emily answered. "Besides, we could wait till later and still cut tiny holes in the sack for those hot peppers."

"Damn, girl, got the best of both worlds there, huh?"

They laughed together.  Then Teryn lifted the meat tenderizer and swung it down with force, smashing onto the left testicle.  Left testicle tenderized?  He screamed and gasped, trying to breathe.  Grinning, she walked around the table and smashed the right ball in the same way.  Right testicle tenderized?  The captive screamed, yelled, pleaded, begged, gasped, and prayed.  None of which could save him from the fate the women had planned.  And hammered balls was only the beginning.

Teryn watched Emily turn on the gas valve, then light the small, elongated gas burner.  The flame quickly became bright blue, as hot as it would get.  But that was as hot as they needed.  Emily was placing pins, needles and skewers in the hot flames.  Each item had a handle or grip of the rubberized material that Emily had found.  The material would protect their fingers from the hot steel of the needles and skewers.

Teryn was also impressed by the wire rack that Emily had devised for holding the needles over the fire.  It was simple, Emily explained, it was just folded woven wire screen.  Having tried various other methods, the wire was simple - allowing the needles to slide into place over the fire without clamps or such to keep them from falling into the fire or onto the floor.

"Perfect! " Teryn exclaimed, grabbing a hot needle.  She leaned down close and held the hot needle perpendicular across the sensitive frenulum - that v-shaped portion of the glans where everything seemed to come together.   She simply held the hot needle against the sensitive flesh as the victim gasped and screamed in pain. 

"I think he can feel it!" She grinned at Emily and laughed.

The girls were single-minded in their overall objective, yet each had their own ideas to accomplish that goal.  The girls watched each other work even as they tormented the same victim.

Emily watched Teryn brand the man's soft, sensitive frenulum with the side of the hot needle.  Yet she preferred to stab the hot needle into the flesh, let it do its painful torture while she got another needle to continue the process.  A thousand hot needles was a lot of needles, she thought, grinning.  Teryn was still working the hot needle on the frenulum as Emily stabbed hot needle after hot needle upwards from under the lip of the head into the meat of the glans.

As they each continued the torment, neither of the women paid much attention to the screams, moans and pleas of the victim, yet both were cognizant of the weakening of the vocal sounds.  Just as Emily paused to express her thoughts, Teryn spoke up about what they both had been silently considering.

"We should get to the end of this soon.  We might not have the time to wait much longer."

 "I've been thinking about that, too," Emily said. "If we have time for nothing else, I want to skin his filthy cock right down to raw meat and blood!"

"Good!  That's what I want, too!" Teryn said emphatically. "I also want to cut off the soft meat of the head.  Leave nothing but the raw, bloody cock!"  She looked at her friend, "I'm sorry, Emily, but I've changed my mind about skinning that damned thing.  Remember I wanted to do a clean job, save the entire skin?"

 "You just want the skin gone, right?" Emily said. "Leaving nothing but the raw meat of the filthy thing, right?"  Emily handed Teryn the pliers, smiling at her friend, "Just rip the skin off, huh?"

Teryn took the pliers, but also grabbed a razor knife.  She quickly made several slices into the skin from the glans and down along the length of the rigid cock.  And she was not careful or accurate, she just cut the skin and cock without concern.  Glancing at Emily and smiling, using the pliers she gripped the skin near the glans and jerked forcefully downward.  A quarter inch wide strip of skin was ripped off the cock all the way down to the base.  The victim seemed to come alive again as his cock was being skinned.  He gasped, moaned and groaned loudly.

Emily grinned and nodded at her friend, then grabbed one of several bent wire brands that she'd made.  It had been heating in the fire for several minutes and more than ready to be used.  As Teryn returned to pulling off the skin of the cock, Emily pressed the red hot wire against the smooth, sensitive glans.  She seemed satisfied to hear the victim react loudly.  Smiling, she watched the hot wire burn deeply into the soft flesh.  Waiting until the wire brand was no longer steaming, she put it back to reheat.  Grabbing another hot iron, she found an untouched space and pressed the hot wire against the smooth flesh.  The victim didn't react in the same way as before.  He was in almost constant pain now.  Any new pain just added a little more that's all.  And none of his screams had changed anything.

As enjoyable as it was to burn marks into the glans, Emily stopped for a moment to watch Teryn.  Her friend seemed a little frantic.  She was randomly slashing at the cock, then using the pliers, twisting, jerking, pulling the skin off.  She was hurrying, as if she didn't have time.  Already more than half done with the skinning, why such a rush?

"Are you okay?" She asked. "You seem rushed, in a hurry.  Or maybe just angry as hell?"

Teryn stopped, looked at her friend. "Sorry.  Just anxious to get at that head!" She looked angry, maybe upset.  "I want to... I want to destroy that damned cock!  If I wasn't afraid of burning down your barn... I'd dump gasoline over it and... and light a match!"

Emily put down the branding iron, walked around the table and hugged her friend tightly.  Holding Teryn in a soothing embrace, she whispered, "That dirty, filthy thing can never, ever harm you!  Not before, not now and not ever!"

Even while Emily held her, Teryn reached over with the pliers, gripped a chunk of the corona, then twisted and pulled.  Emily looked over just in time to see a small chunk of meat pulled away and the victim groaning and gasping.  She pulled away from Teryn, looked and smiled at the beautiful young woman.

 "Feel better now?" She squeezed Teryn's shoulders as the young woman smiled and nodded.  Patting her shoulder, Emily said, "Then do it!  Destroy that damned thing!"

Less than fifteen minutes later, they stood looking at what remained of the hated thing.  Almost all of the glans was gone.  Only shreds of the tender flesh remained, but only as a bloody mush.  The pliers had done the task of destruction with wild abandon.

The girls stared at the almost complete destruction before them.  It was what they'd both wanted.  Almost!

 "His balls!" Teryn exclaimed.  She turned to stare at Emily. "We didn't destroy his balls!"

Emily smiled at her friend.  Leaning close, she whispered something in her ear.  Teryn yelped, "Yes!  Oh, my God, YES!"  She quickly hugged her friend, then set about to make those thoughts reality.

While Emily worked on the left testicle, Teryn pulled the right ball out as far as possible.  Grabbing the skin of scrotum, she cut a long slice in the sack.  She reached in and pulled the testicle out through the hole in the scrotum.  Cutting away any connective tissue while leaving the nerves and blood vessels of the testicle essentially still connected to the body.  She held the raw testicle in her hand, staring at the rotten, filthy thing.  She wanted to explode a nuclear bomb on it!  She began to think that might be just a bit excessive.

 "Teryn, hey, Teryn," Having tried several times, Teryn finally turned to look at Emily.  Pointing at the left ball on the table, still in the scrotum.  "Would you like the honor to prepare this one in the same way?"

With Teryn cutting out the other testicle, Emily readied the table for the final destruction of the man's genitals.  With Teryn almost done, Emily moved the gas burner into place between the man's knees, turned the gas on and lit the fire.  They were almost ready.

Emily handed Teryn a standard kitchen meat fork with two long tines.  She turned to adjust the flame on the burner.  Teryn stood staring down at the raw testicles between the man's legs.  If she could have found a nuclear bomb, she'd have gladly pulled the trigger!  Did Amazon sell nuclear bombs?  With free shipping?

With the meat fork in hand, Teryn stood over the table looking down at the hated raw testicle.  She stabbed at the thing.  It should have been easier, but the damned thing was tough.  The  fork tines weren't very sharp, but she had thought she could stab it.  Perhaps not!  Picking up the meat tenderizer, and using the side of it, she pounded the meat fork through the testicle.  A nuke would have been quicker!

Holding the testicle with the fork, she glanced at Emily.  Her friend smiled and nodded, "Roast the filthy thing.  Do it!"

Teryn held the raw testicle over the bright, bluish flames.  It didn't take long for the flame to begin roasting one side of the meat.  Soon the testicle began to sizzle, with juices oozing and dripping into the hot flames.  Teryn began to turn the testicle in order to roast all of the filthy thing!  Within only a few moments the testicle was blackened and crispy.  The black chunk of meat was smoking, giving off a burning meat smell.

Teryn was still holding the blackened testicle over the fire and staring at the hated thing, when Emily reached and grasped her arm.  "I think It's done, Teryn.  Let it go."  She squeezed Teryn's arm.  "Throw it into the trash.  It can never hurt anyone now.  Throw it in the trash!"

It took a moment for Teryn connect to reality.  She looked at Emily and nodded.  She reached out and caressed her friend's cheek.  "I wouldn't have had the courage for this without you.  I love you.  And thank you."

 "I love you, too," she said, smiling at her friend. "Lets finish this, for good and forever."

Teryn looked at Emily and smiled.  She scraped the charred testicle off the meat fork and into the trash can.  Grabbing a large kitchen knife, she began hacking at the remaining testicle still lying on the table.  When she finally stopped, there was almost nothing left of the testicle except small, bloody chunks of meat.

Teryn turned and hugged Emily tightly.  Kissing her on the cheek, "I'm done.  I'm finished."  Squeezing her tightly, she whispered, "Can I drive the backhoe?  I'll dig a really deep hole for this rotten bastard!"



Emily woke to loud hammering sounds.  Something was banging on the wooden wall.  Somewhat groggy from sleeping, lying on her back, she rolled her eyes in a lazy attempt to locate the source of the sounds.  She soon realized where she was.  But that was impossible!  Wasn't it? 

A quick glance revealed Teryn still lying beside her.  She was still sleeping soundly.  She smiled, admiring Teryn's beautiful breast fully exposed by the open front of her shirt.  She loved the beautiful young woman.  And once again wished that Teryn returned her love in the same way.  She squeezed her eyes tightly closed, maybe when she opened them some otherworldly magic might...  Ahh, to dream, she had opened her eyes to the same scene as before.

The stomping and banging brought her back to reality.  She finally recognized the sounds.  It was her horse Midnight in his stall making the noise in the hope of getting some love and attention.  Much like she herself?



Emily rolled off the blanket-covered, makeshift bed of straw.  Standing, she quickly glanced around the barn.  There was no kitchenette, no naked victim on a platform, no tables with tools of torture.  There was only the barn, the hay and straw, and the horse stalls.  Had it been just a vivid dream? A nightmare?  No!  It seemed so real!

Teryn had arrived earlier in the day.  They'd decided to go riding, leaving the evening free.  Both had discussed going into town for a party that friends were planning.  Neither had felt much in the mood for parties.  And for a few hours, had ridden and chased each other around the meadows and the woodlands of Emily's family farm. 

Finally back at the barn, both the girls and the horses were happy and tired.  The girls lay down on the blanket and quickly fell asleep.  It was during the nap that Emily dreamed of exacting the brutal vengeance against the man who had assaulted and attempted to rape her friend. 
She lay back, closed her eyes.  Emily fell back to sleep wondering how many hot needles she could stab into the head of that bastard's cock!  A thousand?  And did Amazon sell nuclear bombs?  One big nuclear bomb would surely be enough to rid the world of that dirty, rotten bastard.  She closed her eyes tightly, trying to squeeze back the tears she was feeling for her friend