A history of El Phallus Del Deus

Sarah looks at you eyes, narrowing as she drums her fingers on the table.

"It was usually used by women" she says, standing up and walking up and down.

"See I majored History of Art when I came across the art of the city of Queticalla in what is now called Equador. There they found first documented images of what we now call futanari. Crude carvings into stone of figures with breasts and a vagina but also a phallus. The imagery, usually erotic, was according to my tutors a fertility deity. I went to the area and I begun to think it was more than this. All the writings of the region told of a line of priestesses, gifted with mighty penuses that held sway over the population"

"The conquistadors heard stories of the city and its priestesses. Rather than raid it, they razed it. Barred its gates and rained oil and fire on the city. A massacre of everyone in there. The stories didn't end there though. There were tales of a magic statue granting powers through out the ages. I was obsessed with the myths. I've been looking for decades, smuggling in scraps. I finally figure out where it is, and smuggle it into the county and you go and steal it from me"

She shakes your head like a teacher telling a child they've done something bad.

"See that's the thing, when you touched it, you consumed it. Now how to get it out of you? Does it magically come out? Can you will it out? Its not clear if I kill you, whether that will eject it from your soul, hmmm" she looks at you like you're a puzzle to be solved.

"Maybe we'll just cut it off"

She goes into the other room, you wait nervously and she returns with garden shears.

“Now lets see how this goes” She stops and makes a quick call. “I’m going to need a clean up at mine. Yes there will be a body, and yes please bring everything you need to clean up a lot of blood” before hanging up. She pulls the table away from you, and stands astride your legs. Large scissor like clippers pointing down.

“Wait!” You say.

“Oh, I think sooner the better I think, for everyone involved” She says staring at your crotch, the outline of your dong going down the left leg, clearly visible. For the first time ever you wished it wasn’t quite so large.

“Now I should probably avoid touching it” She traces it with the garden shears following it to the base. She opens the rusty blades, through your trousers you feel them dig into your cock.

“One, Two” She says.