Chapter 586: Threatened With Castration

The two other maids were still fuming, guns trained on me, while Lila kept the barrel of her gun pressed firmly against my thick, cum-smeared cock. Despite the deadly situation, I stayed deep in my playful, mocking mode, flashing them a sleazy grin like this was all some fun game.

"Ohhh... don’t worry, ladies, one at a time~" I said with a teasing chuckle, my voice still laced with fake nervousness but dripping with arrogance.

"Tell me who wants to go first? Lila, you already got my load and piss in your shithole... maybe your black-haired friend wants her turn? Or the silver-haired beauty? I’ll fuck all three of you one by one. I’ve got enough cum left to flood every single one of your tight little holes. Come on, don’t be shy~."

Lila’s eyes blazed with uncontrollable rage. She suddenly lunged forward, dropping the gun and grabbing me hard by the throat with both hands, her fingers digging painfully into my neck as she squeezed.

"Tell me where Diana has hidden Mrs. Linda and her daughter, you fucking piece of shit!" she snarled right in my face, spit flying. "Don’t you dare try to fool us anymore!"

I pretended to look utterly confused, tilting my head and blinking stupidly, eyes wide with mock innocence. "Diana...? Who’s Diana? And Linda and her daughter again? Wait... are we still talking about that mother-daughter slut duo? I thought we were done with that story—"

"Shut your filthy mouth!" Lila screamed. She turned her head sharply. "Cindy! Bring that knife over there! I’m going to cut off his disgusting thing!"

The black-haired maid, Cindy, quickly scanned the room and grabbed a small but sharp fruit knife from a nearby table. She handed it over to Lila with a vicious smirk. Lila took the knife and immediately pressed the cold, sharp blade right against the underside of my heavy, still-throbbing cock. The edge kissed my sensitive skin dangerously close to my balls.

"You’re still thinking of fooling us?" Lila hissed, her voice trembling with fury. "Let’s see how long you can keep acting like a clown when I slice your pathetic cock off!"

I pretended to panic and tried to yell for help. "W-wait—!!"

But before I could make a sound, Lila slammed her other hand roughly over my mouth, muffling me completely. Her palm pressed hard against my lips as she glared down at me with pure hatred.

I shook my head frantically from side to side, pretending to be terrified, eyes bulging with fake fear while making muffled, desperate noises against her hand.

Lila’s breathing was heavy, her towel slipping slightly to reveal the top of her breasts as she leaned over me. "Now I’m going to lift my hand. You will answer every single question I ask. If you try to yell or scream for help, I can guarantee your disgusting cock will be gone in one cut. Nod if you understand, you worthless pig."

I nodded quickly, eyes still wide with pretend terror.

Lila slowly removed her hand from my mouth, watching me like a hawk, the knife still pressed firmly against my cock. A thin red line had already appeared where the blade touched my skin.

She asked again, voice low and menacing, "Now tell us... the exact location of Mrs. Linda and her daughter."

I darted my eyes around nervously, pretending to hesitate. "I... I really don’t know..."

Lila pressed the knife harder against my cock, the sharp edge digging in just enough to make me feel the threat. A small bead of blood appeared on my cock.

I immediately acted, even more afraid, my voice shaking. "I really, really don’t know! Please don’t cut it off! It was Aunt Diana... she’s the one who took me! I was blindfolded the whole way there... I couldn’t see anything! We drove for hours..."

Lila’s eyes narrowed dangerously. She leaned in closer, her towel barely holding onto her body, one of her heavy breasts almost spilling out as she gripped the knife tighter against my throbbing cock.

"Dexter... we are giving you an opportunity. We know you have no criminal record... but if you associate with your mother’s friend, Diana... then you, your mother, and even your father will be dragged along with that woman. You should know... Mrs. Linda is the FBI Director’s wife. Even the President has to listen to the FBI Director. You should know what’s good for you..."

The room fell into heavy silence for a moment as her words sank in. The other two maids — Cindy and the silver-haired one — kept their guns trained on my head and chest, their expressions cold and ruthless.

But instead of breaking, I kept my playful, taunting mode going, even with a knife pressed against my dick and guns pointed at me. My thick cock twitched excitedly under the cold blade, still rock-hard and leaking a steady mix of leftover thick cum and yellowish piss onto the already soaked sheets.

I then pretended to suddenly remember something important, acting afraid while still sounding ridiculous. "I-I know... I know what to do! I did meet Mrs. Linda and her daughter Selena, whom Aunt Diana took me to... It was some kind of hidden safe house. Super private, in the middle of nowhere. Fancy place with big rooms... perfect for mother and daughter to share my cock all night."

Lila’s eyes flashed with dark hope, but her grip on the knife stayed deadly.

"I don’t know the exact location... but Aunt Diana said she would take me there again tomorrow. So I can try to get the location using some GPS or something... maybe drop a pin or check my phone while I’m there. I’ll cooperate, I swear!"

Lila, Cindy, and the silver-haired maid exchanged quick glances with each other. Their expressions were a mix of suspicion and reluctant calculation.

Cindy muttered coldly, "It’s best if you’re not lying, Dexter... If you fuck with us, we won’t just cut your cock off. We’ll make your whole family suffer."

The silver-haired maid added with a cruel smirk, "We have ways of making people disappear. Permanently."

Suddenly, there was a firm knock at the door.

"Dexter...? Dexter, are you in there?" It was Aunt Diana’s voice, calm but slightly concerned, calling from the hallway.

The three maids instantly tensed up. Lila’s face hardened. She quickly leaned in close to my ear, pressing the sharp knife even harder against the underside of my throbbing cock, the blade now dangerously close to slicing into my frenulum. Her breath was hot against my skin as she whispered threateningly:

"Ask her what she wants. Answer normally. Don’t try anything funny, you perverted pig. If you warn her or say something stupid, I will castrate you right here while she listens."

I nodded quickly, still keeping my fake panicked face while my cock continued twitching and leaking under the knife.