The party broke up after a couple of hours and the women wandered off chuckling and chatting. The jailers released Alan, and because he no longer had balls they put a leash around his neck and led him away. They came back shortly for Bob and took him back to his cell.

Bob was exhausted from the harrowing day and terrified at being in the clutches of the heartless and lascivious she devils. He passed out more so than he slept yet it seemed he had barely closed his eyes when he heard the key in the lock. Two jailers entered and with a few sharp kicks forced him to his knees. One of them produced a syringe and gave Bob a shot in the left buttocks. He soon felt alert and wakeful and, strangely, a bit horny.

They fed him a bowl of tasteless but filling slop and then lead him to the cleaning room for his morning grooming. When finished they led him upstairs into the main corridor of the courthouse and out the front door. The village was small and primly tended with a cobblestoned main street about three blocks long that ended in a grove of large trees. Bob was led down the courthouse steps and down the street toward that other end. The sun was just rising through a notch in the hills but the air was already warm and muggy and sure to become hot and sultry before long.

The street was deserted at this early hour and all was still. The only sounds were the click of the jailers bootheels on the cobblestones and the soft clink of Bob's chains as he shuffled along trying to keep up with the quick march pace that was set for him. About half way down the street they passed a bakery and standing in the doorway, filling it with her massive body was an enormous woman. She had dark hair that hung in ringlets, creamy white skin and blue eyes that sparkled with merry cruelty. She wore a baggy bright red and yellow floral dress and was barefoot. With a leer she munched on a doughnut and Bob felt dread at the certainty that at some time during the day those fleshy thighs would clamp down upon his head and smother him as she writhed in the throes of her brute pleasure.

Soon they reached the grove that stood at the end of the street. The trees were tall elms and under the arching boughs was a wooden deck about thirty feet square and two feet above the ground. Two steps led up to it. In the center was mounted an iron ring with a short chain extending from it ending in a padlock. To the left of this was a deep leather arm chair, to the right a pillory like the one Bob had been confined in during Alan's castration and straight back was a twelve by twelve wooden beam lying flat on the deck. There was a slight hollow carved in one end of the beam and a cushion on each side of it at that same end. The pillory had a padded platform placed on the deck on the side opposite the chain.

Just to the left of the stairway a wooden pole was mounted in the deck and several clothing hooks were fastened to it. To the right of the stairway stood a small table with three glass jars on it. One jar, the largest, was empty. One of the others was half full of black marbles and the other contained about the same number of white ones.

The jailers led him to the center of the deck, padlocked the end of his leash to the chain and made him kneel there. They then stepped over to the pole, loosened their belts, stepped out of their shorts and hung them on hooks. Naked below the waist they turned back to Bob. The blonde jailer made an "after you" motion to the redhead who stepped toward him, took him by the hair and pulled him over to the chair. She reclined in it with her legs over the arms and pointed to her pussy imperiously. Bob knew by now what was expected of him and he leaned forward to serve her. She came lustily after a few minutes of his service and then invited the blonde to take her place. He served her as well then watched as they walked over to the table with the jars. Each reached for a black ball and tossed it into the empty jar with a disgusted look at Bob.

There was no mistaking what the meaning was. His service had been found wanting and they had cast votes for his castration. The women stepped back into their shorts and walked back toward the courthouse without looking back

Bob knelt there on the deck chilled with fear. He looked around him and off to the right about a hundred feet away was a woman tending a small garden. She wore faded jeans, a red plaid blouse, wide brimmed straw hat and was barefoot. The woman glanced at Bob but continued her work until she reached the end of the row. Then she leaned her hoe against a tree and strolled toward the deck. She reached the steps already unbuttoning her jeans and she stepped casually out of them and hung them on the hook. After a slight hesitation she shrugged and removed the blouse and hat as well. She was tall, hefty, Rubenesque, her brown hair pinned up on top of her head. She approached Bob animal naked and sweating in the warm muggy air. Stopping at arms length from him she yawned , stretched and scratched her crotch.

"I am Olga," she said. "It looks like the early bird will catch the worm this morning. Since I don't think any body else will be along for quite awhile we should have plenty of time to get acquainted."

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