and human feel. What is different, Mr. Jackson, is that upon request, it gets hard, stays hard, and delivers orgasms so intense it can cause a woman to mess herself. It will never soften and it surely will never fall asleep on a woman. It's portable, adjustable, and will never fail. The purses you see us carrying hold Doe Dilly devices tailored to the needs of each woman. With dicks like this, who needs a man?"

Trevon's penis was stiff as a board. All sensitivity he once had evaporated, just like she said. No matter how she said it, Trevon knew he was about to be castrated. "Baby, please stop this!" he cried in desperation. "I did not mean to hurt you! Sometimes I just need some relief, that's all. I didn't know you felt this way. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Baby, you had the Ferrari but you couldn't drive the stick! Should I have to tell you, Mr. Jackson?" Trevon could not answer.

As he continued to struggle, he could see a long plastic tube slowly lowering towards his hardened penis from the ceiling.

"Bring out the dickless bitches!" she commanded. Two women quickly walked towards a corner door and opened it. They both went in and immediately returned with four naked men who were shackled around the ankles and wrists. The men held their hands over their privates, shivering and crying. "You see those crying bitches over there?" Tosha screamed. "They were just like you: selfish, two-minute cummin' fuckers who had no idea how to use the gift God blessed them with. As a result, we detached their hard drives, just like we're going to do with you. When they finally get over the fact they no longer have dicks, they will be our slaves forever. We have already formatted the hard drives of every man in the world, except you. You were the last one." The tube lowered onto Trevon's penis, covering it completely.

"Commence Operation Bobbitt! Let's castrate this piece o' shit!"

Trevon suddenly felt a powerful suction on his penis. He could feel his penis being yanked upward, but it stubbornly held on to his body. He knew it could not withstand the power of the suction for long, however.

No one cared as he screamed. Tosha folded her arms and watched with approval. "Today, Mr. Jackson, Doe Dilly will have his revenge!" The ghostly sound of Tosha's bellows of laughter seemed to echo in Trevon's ears.

"You fuckin' bitch!" he screamed, "I ain't no pussy! I'm gonna fuck you up when I get free!" Tosha just smirked.

The veins on Trevon's neck looked like snakes as he gritted his teeth and struggled with the last dose of strength he had left. Even though his resistance was valiant, he could do nothing to prevent the inevitable. Fear immobolized him as he watched the base of his penis stretch upward to abnormal lengths. A short, loud sucking sound caused him to faint. The ooze of liquid defecation flowed uncontrollably from his unconcious body. Tosha screamed with laughter.

"Sweet dreams, muthafucka," she cried. "Now's who's the pussy?"