Cassie came to slowly. Her head hurt but she felt . . . fuzzy.

Ugh, she thought, where am I

She could hear someone saying her name . . . and sobbing?

"Whoozzat?" she asked.

The last thing I remember is . . . Jen riding Samantha's . . . giant cock?!

"Cassie," she recognized the voice now. Samantha. "Cassie, please help me. Oh, God, it hurts so much, I can't get it undone"

Cassie opened her eyes and levered herself to a sitting position.

[I]What the?[I]

She saw Samantha sprawled in front of her with her legs splayed apart. Cassie had trouble, at first, processing what she saw between Samantha's legs. As her memories returned her frame of reference snapped the image into focus and she realized she was seeing, for the second time that night (at least, I think it's still night) Samantha's magnificient, eight-inch cock and egg-sized balls. But they were changed now. Where before Samantha's manhood (is that the right word for this situation?) had been a creamy, smooth pink-white color, the area was now an ugly, dark, unhealthy purple color. Cassie vaguely remembered Samantha's testicles hanging loose, not like some pictures of old men's junk she'd seen, but just loose enough that they were gently outlined by the scrotum that their round oval shapes could be seen, covered by soft-looking skin. Now, Samantha's sack appeared taut and distended; a giant lump the size of a grapefruit covered by shiny skin that looked like it might split any second. Samantha's cock (Oh my God, that amazing cock) didn't look much better. It had been thick, veiny, and proudly rigid before. Now, it just looked swollen. And rather than complementing the cock's thickness as they had before, the veins stood out almost as wide as Cassie's pinky finger, straining and dark. Now that she was sitting up, Cassie was able to see something dark at the base of Samanta's strangling penis. She remembered now--Jen's hair ribbon!

"Please, Cassie, I can't get it off myself. Help!" Samantha begged, her voice thick and tense with pain. Samantha's hands fumbled weakly near the black ribbon, but each time they touched it, or the darkened skin below it, they jerked back. "It hurts too much!"

Cassie crawled unsteadily over to Samantha and examined the area. Jen's hair ribbon was tied in two loops around the base of Samantha's penis and the base of her scrotum. About a half inch of tortured flesh puffed out above it on the tied-off areas. Semen was pooled around the ribbon, which was tied with bows. If the semen hadn't begun to dry into the ribbon, making it sticky, Samantha probably would have been able to just pull one of the loose ends and untie the whole thing herself. From her pre-med classes, Cassie knew that, at this point, it was a good thing Samantha wasn't able to.

Jesus, how long was I out? She might lose it all!

Cassie swallowed. "Samantha, stop. Leave it alone. We need to get you to the medical center. We can't untie the ribbon here. There might be . . . might be necrosis. Tissue death. If there is, and we untie it now, you could get an infection in your bloodstream and die. We can get you to the health center in a couple of minutes. If there's no necrosis yet, that much time won't make a difference."

Samantha began wailing. "My dick! I don?t want to lose my dick!" She was a mess. Her face, hair and torso were covered in splotches of sticky, half-dried semen. Cassie grabbed Samantha?s discarded underwear and began cleaning her face.

"You're probably going to be fine," Cassie lied. "I'm pretty sure there?s no permanent damage. But because there's a small chance that there is, we have to get you to a doctor before we take that ribbon off. Who did that to you? Jen? I kinda remember her tying it around you, but it looked like you two were having fun?"

"It wasn't Jen," Samantha sobbed. "It was Gretchen, after Jen left." Samantha told Cassie what had happened while Cassie dressed her for the walk to health center. It was only a few hundred yards the building, and it was about 3 a.m. according to the wall clock, but it was a university campus after all, so roving packs of drunks were always a possibility.

Samantha's shirt went on without a problem, but when Cassie had Samantha stand up so they could get her denim skirt on, she realized they were going to have a problem. Samantha wailed as Cassie hauled her to her feet. Samantha's scrotum was so engorged that, just standing, it bounced against the top of her thighs with every agonized breath; it was too distended to fit between her legs. When Cassie had Samantha step into the skirt, Cassie realized the impossibility of the situation. Even with the back unzipped, there was no way they could slide it over Samantha's jutting eight-inch penis, and even if they could, Samantha wouldn't be able to take the pain. She was panting as it was and could barely stand.

Thinking quickly, Cassie tore the slit of the skirt all the way up. Then she fastened the hem around Samantha's waist with a stapler. Now, the skirt covered Samantha's ass, but left her massive, bruise-purple cock swinging in the wind.

It's not good. But it's the best we can do

"Ok, Samantha, we need to do this now. I know it hurts, but we have to get you to the doctor. Let's go." The made their way out of the student activities building leaning on each other, Cassie unsteady with drink and Samantha in so much pain that she could barely stand. As they walked, Samantha?s cock began dripping. Gretchen had given her a cruel handjob after cinching the ribbon tight, and all the unreleased semen was still seeking release. The movement from walking began to force it through even the stricture around Samantha's urethra. Step. Step. Splat. Step. Samantha was in pain and mortified.

God, if she's not very lucky, that's going to be the last spunk that'll ever come out of her cock

Cassie tried to make conversation to take Samantha's mind off her embarrassment and pain. "When did you begin transitioning?" She asked. "I never would have guessed you were a transwoman. Your breasts look completely natural, and I didn't think hormone therapy produced breasts that large."

"I'm not a transwoman," Samantha answered. "I'm futanari. I looked like a girl until I hit puberty and then my, my balls literally dropped and my clit," she pointed at her eight-inch protuberance, "changed and got huge."

"Oh," Cassie said. "I've heard of that."

You're about the only one, Samantha told her. It started happening at the end of fifth grade. I was living in the middle of bumfuck. The town practically ostracized us. They thought my parents were doing it to me. My parents knew what was happening because I'm not the first in my family. We had to move to a different state. I thought college would be different." She started crying again. At least if I lose it all I won't have to worry about it anymore, right?" The sobs turned into laughter. Laughter with an edge to it.

Shit. So much for taking her mind off it.

They were almost to the health center. Cassie began to lead Samantha between a shortcut across the quad when she saw what she had feared when they left the activities building: drunks. A fratboy and a vapid-looking girl, probably going back to one or the other's room after a party, were weaving across the quad in their general direction. Cassie hoped that, in the darkness, outside of the pools of lamplight along the walking paths, she and Samantha wouldn't be noticed. No such luck.

"Oh my Gawd!" the drunk girl exclaimed, pointing at Samantha's rampant, agonized erection, "look at his dick!"

Jesus, what a sorostitute. We've gotta get away from them.

"My friend's got alcohol poisoning. I just need to get her to the health center," Cassie said.

The brobarian was glaring at Samantha, probably with envy. "Put that thing away, faggot!" He must have thought Samantha was a man, crossdressing. He made as if to nut-tap Samantha. She flinched back, throwing Cassie, who was still-half drunk, off balance. Cassie stumbled, trying to regain her footing. Without Cassie's support, Samantha, still in too much pain to stand on her own, fell to the ground. Cock first.

There was a terrible ripping sound as Samantha hit the ground. Then she began screaming. Cassie immediately knealt down, terrified that the tearing noise had been something in Samantha's penis. As she examined Samantha however, she realize that the pressure of the fall had caused the ribbon around Samantha's penis, not her cock itself, to tear. Semen mixed with blood begain oozing quickly from the tip of Samantha's prick and pooled around her bruised genitals, the result of Gretchen's abuse.

Samantha's anguished screams caused the drunks to move on their way; they didn't want to be associated with the trouble. Fortunately, her screams also brought the attention of one of the emergency nurses on duty at the medical center. The nurse was aghast at Samantha's cock, both the fact of it and it's mangled state. Samantha was admitted to the emergency center and the nurses told Cassie to go back to her room, and that campus security would be in touch.

Back in her room, Cassie undressed and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes focused on her own secret, nestled in her sparse red pubic hair. She imagined it trussed up and abused like Samantha's. Cassie's cock wasn't nearly as large as Samantha's, only six inches or

I was too drunk. That could have been me. Samantha's cock might be ruined

She remembered Jen sucking and then riding Samantha's cock, and began stroking herself. Cassie's cock wasn't nearly as large as Samantha's, only six inches or so. Although like Samantha, and most other futanari she had read about in the medical literature, her testicles were unusually large.

That could have been me, too. Cassie shot her load and it hit the full-lenght mirror in spurts, forming yet another whitish trail down the corner of the mirror. She fervently hoped that Samantha would recover. Her hope was not entirely selfless.

To Be Continued