I was browsing through a local antique store when I saw a striking life size portrait. It was a beautiful blonde, Victorian woman standing next to a fireplace and small table looking into the distance. She looked to be about 25 years old and had a wonderful figure, even in the overwhelming era clothing, but something in her eyes spoke of experience beyond her years. I asked the owner about it and she said that's Lady Gemma Cornwall.
I knew I'd heard the name but couldn't place where. "She's the infamous murderess of Lord Cornwall, her husband. She was found guilty and hanged. "Now I remember," I said, didn't she castrate him or something?" "Actually, she completely emasculated him. She found out he was forcing himself on one of the maids, normal for men of his class in the 1890s, and so she got him drunk, seduced him and when he was helpless, she took a razor and lopped off his genitals. He then bled to death. They never found them, by the way nor was there as much blood as they expected. She said she threw them outside, but some speculated she actually ate them. At trial the prosecutors described her as not even a human but really a succubus. This portrait was done about a month before the murder. It was passed down to a servant who moved to the states. She always said it spoke to her and when she died, after a couple of generations in storage, the family decided to sell it since they found the whole thing so creepy. "
I had to be careful not to show how excited I was. Emasculation is one of my favorite fantasies and the thought of having such a beautiful castratix looking down on me in bed was too good a chance to miss. We haggled on the price and finely agreed on price and when to deliver.
For the next few days, I had workmen changing around my entire bedroom so the painting could hang on the wall nearly at the foot of my bed. Lady Gemma finally arrived, and I loved how she serenely looked out over my bed. I couldn't wait to masturbate to my fantasy under her watchful eye. I also made sure to us depilation cream to make my entire body hairless, to feel even more vulnerable.
Saturday rolled around and I spent the evening reading some of my favorite castration and emasculation stories online so as night came, I was ready. I put towels on the bed to hold down the mess stripped down and tried inserting one of my newest vibrators into my rectum, but I could only go for a few inches in before it started to stretch me too much. I then lay down on the bed in front of Lady Gemma.
I said to her "Lady Gemma, wouldn't you like to emasculate me, cut off my genitals and do what you want just like with your husband?" As I finished and was starting to pump my erect cock, she turned and looked at me. I was so shocked I didn't know what to do or say, but she was staring into my eyes and I couldn't turn away. She had a power I couldn't resist; I was helpless before her. So, I dropped my hands to my sides, spread my legs as far as they could go, offering my manhood to her and waited. She stepped out of the painting and was standing at the foot of my bed in the flesh. I could hear her clothes as she walked up and started the long process of removing her complicated clothes. She finally stood nude before me and she was inhumanly beautiful. She had the Gibson girl look that was popular then with wide hips, a narrow waist and large full breasts with small, very erect nipples. Her skin was pale, but completely unblemished, almost glowing in the soft light. Her vagina was covered with s small blonde bush, that you could still see the lips through. She never said a word, but climbed up on the bed, knelt between my legs and looked me over carefully. She looked confused at the vibrator, but then shrugged and suddenly reached down and shoved it all the way in, causing me to yelp in pain as she smiled. She then reached out and gently grasped my genitals, and then looked at me with a questioning look. I robotically responded that my body was to be used by her however she wanted.
She climbed onto me, and thrust her wet, warm, tight pussy on to my waiting cock. She moved very little, but her amazing muscle control increased the feeling of long slow strokes. She looked deep into my eyes and I could not hold back, erupting inside her. Without hesitation, she moved up and forced her sex onto my mouth, obviously expecting me to clean her out. I eagerly licked and sucked her dripping pussy, swallowing her and my combined juices. Once I was done, and I'd cleaned her well, she moved back down between my legs.
She smiled very broadly, and then started fondling and squeezing my scrotum with her left hand. Her hands were the softest I've ever felt, and her manipulation of my ball sack was the most erotic experience I'd had until then. That would change. She then held up an old-fashioned straight razor in her right hand and reached down and began to cut off the skin of my scrotum. At first, I screamed in pain, but she leaned down and put a bloody finger to my lips, ordering me to be silent. Such was her power, I had to obey and from then on staying silent as the massive pain and overwhelming eroticism boiled my mind.
After she finished skinning my scrotum, she grasped my fully exposed and vulnerable testicles. She pulled them out to the end of the chords, twisting and squeezing them. She then held them up for me to see in her hands. I'd never been so terrified and turned on in my life. She bent down and kissed each one very gently, and pulled the razor up and sliced them off. She then held them up for me to see, and I experienced an even more frightening, painful, lust filled experience watching this beautiful woman holding my still throbbing, severed testicles in her hand in front of my face.
She put my testicles down on the bed, and then reached over to start stroking my once again erect penis, using my own blood as lube. Her soft, gentle hand and stroking gave me one of the most amazing sensually arousing experiences I'd ever had. She'd get me on edge, would stop, slow down, speed up, edging like I'd never felt, and I could tell the biggest orgasm I ever had was on its way. She then stroked me a steady firm pace, and just as I was about to explode, she swept her razor through the base of my cock, letting it flop on the towel between my legs. The semen that should have spurted out of my penis, instead oozed out of the hole where my cock used to be, but still in a final burst of ecstasy.
Now that my manhood was completely gone, she began to breath heavily, looking deep into my eyes, and now her eyes actually glowed with an inner light. She grinned opening her mouth, and now I saw that she had very sharp teeth and fangs, like a cat. Then I knew that she had truly become a succubus as she was accused of so long ago. She picked up one of my testicles, put it in her mouth and slowly began to chew it, savoring its taste, and clearly becoming aroused. Once done, she picked up the remaining testicle and treated it the same way chewing slowly and clearly getting more and more aroused. She swallowed, and then reached down and picked up my deflated, severed penis, brought it to her mouth, and bit off the head, chewing quickly and began to moan in a strangely animalistic way. Finally, she popped the remainder of the shaft into her mouth, and she bit down, spasmed in a massive orgasm, her scream one I'd never heard from a human mouth and her pussy gushed a river over my mutilated crotch. It was so arousing, that my wounded body gave one last weak spasm, and forced out a few drops from the hole that had once been my manhood.
After she finished her massive orgasm, she bared her fangs and looked deep into my eyes, the question obvious to me. I answered, "I love you, more than life itself, please take what you need from me." She then gave me an almost sweet smile, bent down and gently kissed me on the lips. Looking into my face, she opened her sharp teethed mouth and struck at my neck, biting into my jugular and starting to drink my blood. The feeling I had was of ultimate fulfillment, I could finally move my arms, and I reached up and hugged her to me in a gentle, lover's embrace, reveling in her warm soft body pressing against mine. She drained me of blood and life, and a strange peace came over me as I started to fade away ...
Epilogue
The police report stated that they had been called on a welfare check at the home of Adam Smith at about 10:30 on a Monday after he didn't appear at work and his coworkers were concerned. They found him lying dead in his bed, nude, sexually mutilated, with a sex toy fully inserted inside him, and fully exsanguinated. He was apparently the victim of a vicious sexual assault, though the only DNA they found was his and what appeared to be an animal of some kind, the assumption being there was contamination of the sample.
Reading the police report for the umpteenth time, I still shook my head. I never really knew Uncle Adam, after my grandparents divorced, he went one way and my mother another. But with all our relatives dead, I was his sole remaining heir. The house and most of its contents didn't interest me, as it was in a city far too far from my job, but there were a few personal items I kept after the estate sale. One was an intriguing old portrait of a women, who was obviously of the upper-class from the 19th century. I didn't know her name, or why I found her picture so compelling, but I decided to keep it, even though there really wasn't space for it in my city apartment. The only place large enough was in my bedroom, along the long wall between it and the living area. It was kind of strange having her looking over my bed, but I figured I'd find a proper place for such a beauty sometime later.
