Linking to my older stories a few weeks back inspired me, so here is a new Serena and Alice story, which I’ll publish in three parts. This story gets quite heavy, particularly towards the end, with scenes of torture, non-consensual physical harm and even death done to (supposedly) humorous effect. If you don’t like that, that’s absolutely fine, and you don’t have to read it. It’s also a love story.
Don’t try any of this at home, by the way. Use someone else’s place, as most of the activities are quite messy.
Serena and Alice: Something for the boys 1/3
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| Serena and Alice… aren’t they sweet? |
“So what have you been up to lately – anything interesting?”
Alice asked happily. She always looked
forward to her visits to her friend Serena’s laboratory, where so many men had
been subjected to… interesting… medical procedures. All strictly in the cause of science, of
course.
“Oh”, Serena said casually.
“Not much really. I’ve been
working a bit on the male orgasm. Trying
to improve the mechanism, you know.”
Alice felt slightly disappointed. “Male orgasm?
You?” she enquired. “I thought
you didn’t really approve of males having orgasms. You always used to say that the best place
for a man’s testicles is in your medical cabinet”
Her friend smiled, and glanced lovingly at the wall covered
in wooden drawers, where her world-famous collection was housed. “True, but you have to work with what there
is.” she replied. “There are still a lot
of men in the world who are uncastrated.”
She looked sad for a moment, while Alice reminded herself for the
umpteenth time that she really must take David in to be done. She hoped Serena wouldn’t ask after him, as
it was quite an embarrassment to her that he was still complete. Fortunately, Serena very rarely showed any
signs of interest in specific, individual men.
“Yes… so as there are still men out there having orgasms, I
thought I might look into the subject” Serena continued. “See if I could… you know… improve things a
bit. It’s all rather complicated down
there, as it turns out. Lots of
different muscles, hormones. Lots of
stuff you can fiddle with.”
”Pain receptors too, of course” she added,
thoughtfully. Both ladies nodded
wisely. Both were big fans of the
concentration of pain receptors in the testicles. Indeed, Serena had identified at least
seventeen different ways of castrating a male while leaving the full complement
of pain receptors in place – or even enhancing it.
“A male orgasm is surprisingly complex, for such simple
creatures” Serena continued. “Of course,
in its effects it’s not as sophisticated as the female ecstasy. Four or five little squirts and it’s
done. But there’s a complex machinery of
hormones and chemicals, as there’s first an erection, then the testicles
prepare to spurt, while tubes constrict to hold it back, then the tubes dilate,
muscular action results in rapid excretion of the seminal fluid, and then the
erection dies down again.”
“And then he goes back in his tube for three months” Alice
thought, absently.
“Anyway” Serena continued, “a very complex mechanism. So I just thought I’d mess around with it a
bit: take a few parts out, put them back in in a different place, see what
happens if you try to run it all backwards, that kind of thing.”
“So what does happen” asked Alice, breathlessly. She was so proud to have such a clever
scientist for a friend.
“Well, mostly nothing.” Serena admitted. “Generally, if you mess around with it, it
just stops working, in one way or another. All rather fun, of course,
especially the look on their little faces when you tell them it’ll never work
again. But there’s lots of ways of doing
that, of course, as we both know.”
“Yes indeed”, Alice smiled, while furiously trying to
remember whether she was doing anything
on Tuesday. Maybe she could take David
to the clinic on Tuesday.
“But sometimes you can break things in a more amusing way”
Serena continued. “Did you know, for
example, that men can excrete semen constantly?”
“Certainly” Alice replied rather primly. “David used to masturbate constantly before
he met me. I had his old house
steam-cleaned throughout when I decided he should sell it. Goodness knows where he’d been spraying the
stuff.”
“No no” Serena remarked, kindly. “I don’t mean masturbating frequently. I mean constant release. All the time.”
Her friend just looked puzzled, so Serena picked up a small
remote control by her chair and laughingly pressed a button.
Instantly one of the men standing quietly ready for service
behind them let out an agonized shriek and collapsed to the ground, his hands
clutching ineffectively at the metal device between his legs. Alice looked over with interest to where the
man lay writhing and screaming in agony.
Blood was seeping out from underneath the metal. It was going to make quite a mess, but she
supposed that Serena had plenty of people who could clean it up.
“Sorry, wrong button” Serena muttered, and pressed another.
Another of the men staggered slightly as if shocked, and stepped smartly
forward.
“Alice and I would like to see Experiment 3564G” Serena
said, without looking at him. “Oh” she added, glancing behind and raising her
voice slightly to carry over the unceasing screams. “And you’d better have that taken away and
cleaned up.”
“Maybe leave it for just a little while longer?” Alice
asked, with a slight note of urgency in her voice.
Serena looked over at her friend, who was sweating ever so
slightly and breathing heavily.
“Of course, darling” she said, leaning forward to kiss her,
her own hand reaching gently between her friend’s legs. And the sounds of agony behind them mingled
with increasingly delighted girlish shrieks, as Alice demonstrated the
superiority of the female orgasm over any gender-inferior rivals.
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| The Government’s trying to encourage more girls to do science. And they should. It can be a lot of fun. |
Part 2 – in which we
get on with the plot, for goodness sake
Fifteen minutes later, Experiment 3564G stood before two,
relaxed and happy ladies. He was a
rather handsome young man, smartly dressed in a business suit and neatly
groomed. Alice was a little
surprised. Generally, when men took on
names beginning with the word “Experiment” in Serena’s domain, they soon barely
appeared, sounded or acted human at all.
“He looks pretty normal to me” she said, trying to keep a
note of disappointment out of her voice.
“Oh, he is normal” Serena agreed. “He lives a fairly normal life – has a job,
drives a car. Of course, it all belongs
to me.”
“Of course” Alice said, slightly shocked. Neither lady believed that men should own
things. As Alice had once remarked to
David, her vibrator didn’t have a bank account so why should he?
“Except that he’s secreting seminal fluid right now” Serena
continued, casually.
“Is he? The dirty
little…” Alice began, reaching reflexively into her handbag for a whip.
“No no” her friend laughed.
“Look closely.”
Alice leaned forward.
There was a small damp patch on the man’s crotch. Alice’s nose wrinkled.
“Well that’s even more disgusting” she began. “I mean, he’s
not even locked up and – ”
“Doesn’t need to be” her friend remarked, languidly. Then she changed her tone quite
suddenly.
“Drop your trousers!” she barked at the ‘Experiment’, who
hurriedly complied, looking nervous. He
stood there, his genitals hanging down – still outwardly whole and (remarkably,
Alice thought) freely hanging without restraint, clamp or surgical suture. A glistening thread of slime gently descended
from the tip of his penis towards the floor, before breaking and falling as a
tiny drop.
“Oh the filthy boy!” Alice exclaimed. “Has he just come? Even David knows enough to
clean himself up after – “
And she broke off in embarrassment, for fear of giving away
her little secret about David’s continuing possession of his genitals.
But her friend was too absorbed to notice, and merely
laughed merrily.
“Not at all”, she replied.
“Look”
Alice looked again, and saw another drop slowly forming, and
eventually start its slow descent to the floor at the head of a glistening
thread.
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| Serena and Alice… saving the world, one boy at a time. |
“Yuk” she pronounced.
“When’s it going to stop?”
“It isn’t” Serena remarked quietly.
Alice looked puzzled.
“What – not ever?”
“Not ever” her friend replied, with pride. “He just
oozes. All the time.”
“Does he enjoy it?”
“No” Serena shrugged.
“Not particularly. It doesn’t
feel like anything, I think. It just
oozes. Of course, his cock and balls
feel a bit tender. You know that feeling
that men have when they’ve just had a really big orgasm?”
Alice nodded. She
loved giving David’s balls a good hard kicking after he’d had finished – and as
his orgasms were so infrequent, they were usually pretty huge. And then there was the penis whip…maybe she’d
keep him intact just a little longer, it could be such fun.
“Well he feels like that all the time” Serena said, happily.
“Quite sensitive down there, aren’t you?” she called out, and the man – with a
frightened glance towards her knees – hurriedly agreed.
“How do you it?” Alice asked.
Serena smiled. “Oh,
it’s nothing. Anyone could do it. Oh –
as long as she’s an evil medical genius, obviously!”
She paused. There was
silence. In irritation, she reached for
the remote control and savagely stabbed a button. After a sharp intake of several breaths from
around the room, all of the men in attendance began laughing hysterically and
clapping in delight at the joke.
Serena nodded graciously.
“Enough” she said quietly, and the rapturous applause ceased.
“It’s the tubes from the testicles to the penis” she
explained. “If you dose a man up with
the right combination of hormones, you can keep them permanently dilated. The stuff just leaks out, without any
erection or muscular contraction at all.
And it’s just a little pill.
Serena’s special dilation hormone formula. No more orgasms.”
“Just a sticky mess” Alice agreed, looking in some dismay at
the spreading stain on the carpet. Perhaps that could be removed when the blood
from the earlier accidental castration was cleaned up, she thought. She liked to have things neat and tidy.
“Horrible” Serena agreed.
“But fortunately, Serena Enterprises has the solution.”
She reached for a plastic pack beside her. “Sanitary towels for men!” she announced
triumphantly. “A bit like the
traditional ladies’ ones, but more of a triangular shape, and curved. Oh – and
about five times the price.”
“Is that because they’re so much harder to manufacture?”
Alice enquired.
“No – just because I have the patent and no one else can
make them” Serena grinned. “I have half
of a giant factory complex just outside Birmingham retooling to turn these out
by the million.”
“And the other half is making…?” Alice prompted, suspecting
she already knew the answer.
“Serena’s special dilation hormone formula, to pump into the
water supply.” her friend replied, happily.
“If I can’t have an entirely captive market, I can at least have a
desperate one.”
Alice was again struck not only by her friend’s scientific
brilliance, but her commercial acumen too.
‘Why couldn’t David think of ideas like that?’, she thought with
irritation, and resolved to whip him a lot harder in future.
Part 2 next week. (here!)
