Chapter 1: Introduction
"Please note, all characters are 18 years of age or older."
The sun was dipping behind the centuries-old oak trees that lined the boulevard, casting long, dancing shadows across the cobblestone paths. Sarah, with her long blonde hair swaying in the gentle breeze, walked briskly towards the grand Victorian building that housed the Women's Empowerment Centre. She had been volunteering for various causes since she was a teenager, always eager to lend a helping hand. Today, she was here to contribute to something she believed in: empowering women.
As she stepped into the building, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the hum of animated conversations filled the air.
The centre was a vibrant hub of activity, with women of all ages and backgrounds engaged in various discussions and workshops. Sarah made her way to the reception desk, where a woman with short, black hair and warm, inviting eyes greeted her.
"Hello, dear. You must be Sarah," Mrs. Goodcock said, extending a hand. "I'm Mrs. Goodcock. I understand you're here to volunteer with us."
Sarah nodded, shaking her hand. "Yes, that's right. I'm in my second year, and I thought it was time I gave back to the community."
Mrs. Goodcock smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's wonderful. We're always in need of enthusiastic volunteers.
I've been told you're quite the go-getter. Now, I'll need you to meet with Miss Prickle. She's our gadget instructor and will give you everything you need to get started."
Sarah's brow furrowed slightly. "Gadget instructor? What do I need a gadget for?"
Mrs. Goodcock chuckled. "Oh, you'll see. Now, follow me."
They walked through the bustling centre, past posters of inspirational women and workshops on topics ranging from self-defense to public speaking. Sarah felt a sense of pride and purpose, eager to contribute to something meaningful.
Mrs. Goodcock led her to a small, cluttered office at the back of the centre.
A woman with a prim and proper demeanor sat behind a desk, her eyes scanning a document intently. She looked up as they entered, her expression stern.
"Miss Prickle, this is Sarah. She's our new volunteer," Mrs. Goodcock introduced.
Miss Prickle nodded curtly, her eyes flicking over Sarah. "I see. Well, Sarah, I'm in charge of our... unique collection methods. You'll be using this," she said, sliding a small, sleek device with a retractable loop on one end across the desk.
Sarah picked it up, examining it. "What is it?"
Miss Prickle's lips pursed. "It's a... data collection device. And, it must be stressed, that this device can only be used on willing donors who are 18 years of age or older! Proof of identity is required as well, my dear." She handed a pamphlet to Sarah.
"All characters are over the age of 18." Sarah's eyes widened with confusion a she read it. "Over 18? Data collection device? But Mrs. Goodcock said this was about empowering women."
Miss Prickle's expression softened slightly. "And it is, dear. In a way. You see, our charity builds its funds on... unique contributions. Contributions that some men are willing to make."
Sarah felt a knot of unease forming in her stomach. "What kind of contributions?"
Miss Prickle leaned in, her voice low. "Um, well,...we collect...well, that core that is masculinity from men who appreciate our cause and willing donate. The device is specifically designed for this purpose. Please read the instructions carefully, I’m sure you’ll understand. We’ll be in touch. And remember, Sarah, even one is enough. Have a good evening!"
Sarah watched as Miss Prickle scurried back to her paperwork, clearly dismissing her. She felt a wave of confusion and a slight flutter of fear deep within her. She took the pamphlet and the device, stuffed them into her bag, and made her way back to her dorm room.
The sun had set, casting the campus in a soft glow from the streetlights. Her mind raced with questions and doubts. She couldn't believe what Miss Prickle had implied. She needed to understand what she was getting into.
Back in her room, she locked the door behind her and sat on her bed, pulling out the pamphlet. It was titled "The Art of Consensual Collection." She read it, her eyes widening with each passing paragraph. It detailed the use of the device, the importance of consent, and the... unique nature of the donations.
She picked up the device, turning it over in her hands. It was sleek, black, and unassuming. She felt slightly horrified at what this device did! But still, the thought of using it sent a secret flutter through her!
She couldn't deny the curiosity that was building within her. She had never been one to shy away from new experiences, and this was certainly a new one. She wanted to see it work. She went and got a sausage from her little cooler in her room.
She had bought it from the campus store earlier that day. She had a sudden urge to see this device in action. She grabbed the sausage firmly with one hand and then picked up the device and slid the loop halfway down it's length. She then gave the button a single press, causing the loop to tighten around the sausage. She then took a deep breath and gave the button a double press and watched with fascination as it sliced through the sausage with a cauterizing hiss! The sausage fell into two bits!
Sarah's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't expected it to be so... graphic. She dropped the device on her bed, her heart pounding. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. She felt a strange mix of disgust and... something else. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
She decided to put the device away, tucking it into her bedside drawer. She needed to clear her head. She grabbed her phone and dialed her best friend, Emily.
"Hey, Em," Sarah said, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Hey, Sarah! What's up?" Emily's voice was warm and comforting.
"I... I just had a weird experience.
I don't know what to make of it," Sarah said, her voice trembling slightly.
Emily's voice was filled with concern. "What happened? You sound shaken."
Sarah took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I went to the Women's Empowerment Centre today. They gave me this... device. It's designed to... collect donations from men."
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Donations? What kind of donations?"
Sarah hesitated, then blurted out, "It's a... a masculinity collection device. It's designed to... collect their... bits."
Emily's voice was filled with shock. "What? Sarah, are you sure? That sounds...
insane! Are you sure you heard that right?"
Sarah nodded, even though Emily couldn't see her. "Yes, I'm sure. I just tried it out on a sausage from the canteen. It's... it's a bit of a shock."
Emily's voice softened. "I can imagine. Look, Sarah, I don't know what to tell you. It sounds... weird. But if it's for a good cause, maybe it's worth it...um, how much are you collecting?" Emily asked, her voice filled with disbelief.
Sarah sighed, running a hand through her hair. "According to the pamphlet Em. I supposed to be collecting....the lot. You know, meat and two vege. I'm supposed to go out tomorrow and start... collecting." Sarah's voice was filled with a mix of trepidation and curiosity.
"Sarah, are you sure you want to do this? It sounds... risky."
Sarah sighed, her mind racing. "I don't know, Em. But I feel like I have to. It's for a good cause, right? And... I'm curious. I mean, it's not every day you get to... collect something like that."
Emily was silent for a moment before speaking. "Well, if you're sure, I'll support you. Do you want me to go with you?" Emily asked, her voice filled with concern.
Sarah hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, I think I could use the support. I don't know what to expect."
"Okay," Emily replied. "I'll be there at eight, Sarah. get some sleep hey." Emily hung up, leaving Sarah alone with her thoughts and the device tucked away in her bedside drawer. Emily was right she thought to herself. Time for bed.
As Sarah lay there on her bed, time past slowly, she was restless, unable to sleep. She couldn't stop her mind from wandering back to the device in her bedside drawer and what it did. Sarah reached over and opened her drawer and pulled the device out.
She held it in her hand, feeling its weight and the smoothness of its surface. She couldn't believe she was going to use this tomorrow. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. She decided to test it out again, this time on something larger. Like the cucumber she had in the cooler.
She grabbed it, feeling its firmness in her hand. She slid the loop of the device halfway down its length and pressed the button, watching as the loop tightened around the cucumber. She then gave the button a double press, and with a hiss, the cucumber was sliced in half. Sarah's eyes widened in shock as she watched the two halves of the cucumber fall to the bed.
She dropped the device, her heart pounding. She couldn't believe what she had just done. She felt a strange sense of power, knowing that she had just used this device to...collect something. And tomorrow, it wouldn't be a sausage or a cucumber. No. It would be a man's...a man's....cock and balls!
She felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to see it work, for real next time, to understand it.
The next morning, Sarah woke up with a start, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked at the clock, her eyes widening as she realized it was already 7:30. She quickly got dressed, pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and grabbed her bag, the device tucked safely inside.
Emily was waiting for her outside the dorm, her eyes filled with concern. "You okay?" she asked as Sarah approached.
Sarah nodded, trying to smile. "Yeah, I'm just...nervous," Sarah admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Emily nodded understandingly. "Well, the first of anything is always the worst so let's go and get the first one over with."
They walked in silence towards the Women's Empowerment Centre, the weight of what they were about to do hanging heavy in the air.
As they entered the centre, Sarah felt a wave of nausea hit her. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She couldn't back out now. She had to see this through.
Miss Prickle was waiting for them in her office, her expression stern. "Sarah, I see you've brought a friend," she said, her eyes flicking to Emily.
"Yes, Miss Prickle. This is Emily.
She's here to support me," Sarah replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.
Miss Prickle nodded, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Very well. But remember, Sarah, this is a serious task. You must be discreet and professional at all times. And, Emily, you must not interfere with the donation."
Emily nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "Understood, Miss Prickle."
Miss Prickle beckoned for the two girls to follow her through a set of double doors and inside the empowerment building proper "Before we send you out into the field collecting for the first time, I thought a little bit of hands on actual practice with the device might make you more comfortable with collecting." Miss Prickle said with a sly smile.
Sarah and Emily exchanged a nervous glance as they followed Miss Prickle down a long hallway, their footsteps echoing on the cold tile floor. The hallway was dimly lit, and the air was thick with tension. Sarah's heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel the device in her bag, heavy and ominous.
Miss Prickle stopped in front of a door at the end of the hallway and turned to face them. "In here," she said, pushing the door open. The room was dark, save for a single spotlight illuminating a stage at the far end. On the stage stood a young man, his back to them.
He was naked, his body lean and muscular, his skin glistening under the harsh light of the spotlight. Sarah's eyes widened in shock as she realized what was about to happen.
Miss Prickle turned to them, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "This is your first lesson in collecting," she said, her voice low and husky. "Observe carefully."
The man on the stage turned around, his cock already hard and standing at attention. Sarah gasped, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Emily's eyes widened in shock, but she didn't say anything.
Miss Prickle walked over to the man, and pulled a device out of her pocket. She worked the loop over his rigid cock and slid it down to his balls, she then used her other hand to work his balls through the loop before letting it tighten around the base of his entire manhood. Cock, and balls! Sarah's eyes widened in shock as she watched Miss Prickle work the device over the man's entire length, her hands moving with practiced ease. The man's breath hitched as the loop tightened around him, his cock throbbing in anticipation.
Miss Prickle turned to Sarah and Emily, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, watch closely," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She pressed the button on the device once, causing the loop to tighten even further. The man groaned, his body tensing as the device began to hum softly.
Sarah watched in fascination as the loop started to tighten even more, till his cock and balls were painfully being cinched at the base.
The man's face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain, his breath coming in short gasps. Sarah felt a strange mix of fear and arousal as she watched the scene unfold before her. She watched as Miss Prickle pressed the button on the device once more, causing the loop to tighten even further.
Sarah's eyes widened as she watched the base of the man's cock and balls being pulled taut by the loop. She could see the veins standing out on his shaft, and his balls were drawn up tight against his body.
"Now," Miss Prickle smiled. "He's ready for collecting!" Miss Prickle announced, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and authority. She then gave the button on the device a quick double-tap, activating it. "Now watch, Sarah, as the device does what it was designed for." Miss Prickle said, her voice laced with anticipation. Sarah and Emily watched in awe as the loop around the man's cock and balls began to hiss, slowly cutting inwards. The man groaned, his body tensing as the device hummed louder, the loop tightening as it cut. His doomed cock began to ejaculate forcefully! One last show of masculinity!
The man's cock pulsed, spewing its last load onto the stage floor, his body convulsing with the effort. Sarah watched in fascination as the device continued to hum, the loop tightening even further, cutting through the man's flesh with a sickening hiss. The smell of burning flesh and semen filled the air, making Sarah's stomach churn. She couldn't believe what she was witnessing. Then, with a sickening thud, his severed cock and balls fell to the floor!
Miss Prickle turned to them, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That, my dears, is how you collect," she said, her voice cold and clinical. "Now, who wants to try?"
Sarah and Emily exchanged a horrified glance. "Me?" Sarah stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I don't know if I can do this, Miss Prickle."
Emily looked at Sarah with wide eyes, her face pale. "Sarah, are you sure about this? This is... this is insane!" Miss Prickle's expression darkened, her eyes narrowing. "Sarah, you agreed to this when you volunteered. You can't back out now. You have a quota to meet, and you're not going to do it by collecting cucumbers." Sarah took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She knew Miss Prickle was right. She had agreed to this, and she had to see it through. She looked at Emily, who nodded encouragingly. "Okay," Sarah said, her voice steadier this time. "I'll do it."
"Follow me then," Miss prickle said to the two flustered girls. "Through this side door we have another donor ready for collecting." Miss Prickle said as she led them down another dimly lit hallway. The air was thick with tension and the scent of sex hung heavy in the air. Sarah's heart was pounding in her chest as she followed Miss Prickle, Emily close behind her.
They entered a room that was dimly lit with red lights, casting an eerie glow over the scene. In the center of the room was another young man, naked and bound to a large, leather chair. His cock was hard and standing at attention, his balls tight and drawn up against his body.
Miss Prickle walked over to the young man, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She stood beside him, then turned and faced Sarah. "Your turn." Miss Prickle handed the device to Sarah, who took it with trembling hands. She looked at the young man, his cock throbbing with anticipation, and felt a wave of nausea hit her. She couldn't believe she was about to do this.
"Remember," Miss Prickle said, her voice low and husky. "You need to get it all. Cock and balls, Sarah. Don't be shy." She walked over to the young man, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the device in her hand, heavy and ominous. She looked at the young man's cock, thick and hard, and felt a strange mix of fear and arousal.
She couldn't believe she was about to touch it, let alone use this device on it. But she had to do this. She had agreed to it, and she had to see it through. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and anticipation. She could see the veins standing out on his shaft, and his balls were tight and drawn up against his body. She reached out, her hand trembling as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. It was hot and hard, pulsing in her hand.
Sarah could feel the blood throbbing beneath her fingertips, and she could see the pre-cum glistening at the tip. She could do this. She had to do this.
She looked up at the young man, his eyes locked onto hers. "Please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please, just do it."
Sarah nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She took the device in her other hand, her fingers fumbling as she tried to position the loop over his cock. She could feel the man's eyes on her, watching her every move.
She took a deep breath and slid the loop of the device over his cock, pushing it down until it was snug against his balls. She could feel them, heavy and full in her hand, as she pulled them through the loop. The man's breath hitched as she tightened the loop around the base of his cock and balls, feeling the weight of them in her hand.
"Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back against the chair. "That feels... fucking intense."
Sarah nodded, her own breath coming in short gasps. She could feel the power in her hands, the control she had over this man's body. It was intoxicating.
Sarah could feel the heat radiating from his cock, could see the veins throbbing beneath the skin. She pressed the button once, and the loop tightened, pulling his cock and balls taut.
"Fuck, that's... that's something else," he panted, his eyes locked onto Sarah's.
She felt a surge of power, of control. She was doing this. She was making this young man feel this way. She pressed the button again, and the loop tightened even further. The man's cock pulsed, his body convulsing as the device hummed louder.
"Please," he begged, his voice ragged. "Please, just fucking do it. I can't take this anymore."
Sarah looked at him, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the desperation in his eyes, the need for release. She was the one with the power here. She was the one who could give him what he needed.
She pressed the button on the device again, and the loop tightened even further. The man's cock pulsed, and it began to spew its load of white hot cum onto the floor in front of him. His body convulsed, his back arching off the chair as he came harder than he ever had before.
But Sarah wasn't done with him yet.
She wanted to see it all the way through. She wanted to see what it was like to take it all. She wanted to see him come undone.
She pressed the button on the device once more, and the loop tightened even further. The man's cock pulsed again, and she could see the veins standing out on his shaft. She could feel the heat radiating from his cock, could see the pre-cum glistening at the tip.
"Please," he begged again, his voice ragged. "Please, just fucking do it. She knew what she had to do. She knew what she wanted to do.
She wanted to see him come undone, completely. She wanted to see his cock and balls severed from his body, to see nothing left behind.
She pressed the button on the device one last time, and the loop tightened to its maximum setting. The man's cock and balls were now painfully cinched, the skin stretched taut and red. He was groaning, his body writhing in the chair, his cock pulsing and throbbing in the loop.
"Fuck, please," he begged, tears streaming down his face. His voice was hoarse, his body shaking with exertion.
Sarah could see the fear in his eyes, the realization of what was about to happen finally sinking in. She felt a thrill of power, of control. She was the one who was going to take it all.
She looked down at his cock, thick and hard, pulsing in the loop. She could see the veins standing out on his shaft, could see the pre-cum glistening at the tip. She could feel the heat radiating from his cock, could feel the weight of his balls in her hand.
She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She was really going to do this. She was going to take it all.
Every fucking inch of his cock and balls. She was going to leave him empty, a eunuch, a shell of a man. She was going to make him pay for every time a man had objectified a woman, for every time a man had taken without asking, for every time a man had used his power to take what wasn't his.
She pressed the button on the device again, and the loop began to hum louder, vibrating against his skin. The man's eyes widened in realization, and he began to struggle against his bonds, but it was no use. He was trapped, at her mercy.
"Please," he begged one last time, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please, just fucking do it."
"Fuck, please," he begged again, his voice ragged.
Sarah looked down at his cock, thick and hard, pulsing in the loop. She then quickly double tapped the button activating it.
The loop began to hiss loudly as it cut through his flesh, his cock and balls being pulled taut by the loop as it tightened around them. The young man's body convulsed as the loop began to cut through his skin, his cock and balls were being sliced off at the base. It would soon join the last ever ejaculate he would ever spill.
The young man's face contorted in a mix of agony and ecstasy as the loop began to cut through his flesh, the sound of his screams echoing through the room. Sarah could feel his body shaking beneath her hands, could see the sweat beading on his forehead as he struggled against his bonds.
The loop continued to tighten, the blade cutting deeper into his flesh with each passing second. Sarah could see the hissing steam coming from the tightening loop around his cock and balls, could see the skin stretching taut as the loop cut through it. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could see the veins standing out on his shaft as it throbbed in the loop.
The smell of burning flesh filled the air, making her stomach churn, but she couldn't look away. She had to see it all the way.
The young man's screams filled the room, his body writhing in agony as the loop finally cut through his flesh. His once proud manhood falling to the floor with a wet plop!
"Fuck," he whispered to himself his voice barely above a whisper.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He could feel the heat in his groin from where his now severed cock and balls had been sliced off and fell onto the floor below him. He was in agony, his body shaking with the pain of it all. He looked up at Sarah, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and awe. "You... you did it," he stammered, his voice hoarse from screaming. "You did it."
Sarah looked down at him, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the empty groin, she could see his now severed cock and balls on the floor. She could see the pain etched on his face, could see the tears streaming down his cheeks. She felt a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt.
She had done it. She had taken it all. She looked down at the young man, his body shaking with the aftermath of what had just happened. She could see his now empty groin, could see the raw, red flesh where his cock and balls had once been. She felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the power she felt coursing through her veins.
She looked up at Miss Prickle, who was watching her with a satisfied smile. "Well done, Sarah," she said, her voice filled with pride. "That was a good collection! You've proven yourself to be a valuable asset to our cause."
Sarah nodded, still in a daze from what had just happened.
Miss Prickle walked over to them, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Sarah looked up at Miss Prickle, her eyes wide with shock. "But...but what about him?" Sarah stammered, her eyes flicking to the young man on the chair. He was still shaking, his face pale and sweaty, his body wracked with pain.
Miss Prickle waved a dismissive hand. "He'll be fine," she said, her voice cold and clinical. "Donors get free medical at any health facility. Now, come with me. We have more work to do."
Sarah hesitated, looking back at the young man one last time before following Miss Prickle out of the room.
Emily followed them out into the hallway, her face pale but determined. "I can't believe you... you did that." Emily asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah looked at Emily, her face a mix of shock and exhilaration. I don't know what came over me," she admitted, her voice shaking slightly. "I just... I wanted to do it. I wanted to see it through."
Miss Prickle led them down the hallway, her heels clicking on the cold tile floor. "Well, you did," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "And you did well. Now, let's get you two ready for your first collection run."
They entered a large room filled with tables and chairs, a few other girls milling about.
Miss Prickle led them to a table in the corner, where a large bag lay open, filled with various devices and supplies.
"Here," Miss Prickle said, handing Sarah a small device that looked like a modified sounding rod. "This is your collection enhancement device. It's designed to be discreet and efficient. You'll need to use it on each donor to ensure they're fully... collected."
Sarah took the device, her fingers brushing against Miss Prickle's. She felt a jolt of electricity at the touch, her heart pounding in her chest.
Miss Prickle turned to Emily, handing her a small bag and a silver pen. "And you'll be our spotter today. Your job is to keep an eye out for any potential donors and make sure they're... eager to donate." She held up the silver pen and gave it a single click. "Once you click this in a potential donors proximity just put it in your pocket and it will help potential donors...donate!"
Emily nodded, her eyes wide as she took the bag and the pen from Miss Prickle. "I understand," she said, her voice steady despite the nervousness she felt.
She looked at the device in her hand, turning it over to examine it. It was sleek and metallic, with a small button on the side and a thin, flexible tip. She could feel the weight of it in her hand, the power it held.
Miss Prickle turned to the other girls in the room, clapping her hands to get their attention. "Alright, listen up!" she barked, her voice sharp and commanding. "Today is a big day. We have a lot of ground to cover, and I expect each and every one of you to meet your quotas. Is that understood?"
The girls nodded, their faces a mix of determination and apprehension.
Miss Prickle turned back to Sarah and Emily, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Alright, let's get started," she said, her voice filled with anticipation. "Sarah, you'll be our first collector today. I want you to go out there and show them what you're made of."
She looked down at the device in her hand, her fingers wrapping around it tightly. She could feel the power it held, the control it gave her. She looked up at Miss Prickle, her eyes filled with determination. "I'm ready," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.
Miss Prickle smiled, her eyes gleaming with approval. "Good," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Now, on your way or you'll be running late on your first collection run." Miss Prickle said as she handed Sarah a list of addresses and a map of the campus. "Oh, and here's a list of young men on campus who would make excellent donors!"
Sarah took the list and nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized what she was about to do. She looked at Emily, who gave her a reassuring smile and a thumbs up.
Sarah walked out of the room, her heels clicking on the tile floor as she made her way down the hallway. She could feel the device in her pocket, heavy and ominous. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she pushed open the door and stepped out into the bright sunlight.
The campus was bustling with students, all going about their daily routines unaware of what was happening today.