Slave and Castratrix
STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES
A professional Castratrix preparing a slave for service
` She held his penis by the foreskin and stretched them out to see. She took
the knife and slowly circumcised him. He squirmed in pain and the mouth gag
had muffled his scream. The penis head was now exposed and she put the
foreskin on the plate she had next to her. She pinched his penis head and
pulled it towards her. The slave was struggling even more now but he knew it
was hopeless. He was bound securely and even if he managed to get away from
her, he would only find himself in another room like this with another woman
doing the same to him. He is slave and this is going to be his life from now
onwards. She pinch his penis head real hard and then took the knife again. The
slave urinated in fear and she felt his warm urine running through fingers
that held his penis. She placed the ˝ inch from the base of his penis and
started cutting. She liked to look into their eyes as she cut off their
penises. Tears were rolling down his eyes and he felt faint. He hoping that he
would faint but it wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be. He was also a
strong man but it wasn’t his strength that was keeping him conscious but just
bad luck. She knew that he would not fait. She has been doing this for more
than five years. She had castrated over a thousand slaves. Three slaves per
day. She hated it initially but now she enjoys it secretly. She loved the
sense of power she felt each time the slaves were brought into her room. She
loved the way they begged for mercy and she will look at them with feign
compassion and then they would feel as if they stood a chance. She would start
stripping them and shaving their genitals and they would start to panic again.
She loved toying with their emotions. She loved looking at them defeated as
she sawed off their penis like this one right now. She felt his warm blood
running through her fingers as she severed his penis. She watched the penis
shrivel up n her hand and then she placed it with the foreskin. She grabbed
his testicles and gave it a strong tug. She placed the knife close to the base
and started cutting it. By now, the slave has almost fainted. He could hardly
hold his head up. She took her time cutting and gently squeezed as she sliced
his testicle. She held it in her hand and squeezed the testicles out of the
scrotum bag. She placed it on the plate and hit the red button. The nurse had
been waiting in the next room. The red light was the queue for her team of
nurses to come in and patch the slave up. That was slave number two. Now she
would take a short break and get the last slave, the cute one. She always
saves the cutest ones last. She would tease them before castrating them.  

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