Castration 2 - Translation by Memberno
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Retranslation of Kastration 2 done by memberno.
` It's come this far today: Today, they're coming to fetch me for castration.
For three days I've been waiting in my cell. `

Yesterday a female attendant came to tell me that my plea for mercy had been
rejected and that I would be fetched today.

First I'll be shaved and then taken for castration.

It's shortly before ten. They'll be here soon. Everything is quiet. Suddenly,
I hear the click of high heels that are

slowly approaching. It's them. A pair of them are on their way. They stop
outside my cell. The door is opened and the

two female attendants step in.

The grab me immediately. They tug me out into the passageway. They tell me
that I cannot defend myself against them. In

case I should try anything stupid, they would punish me with electric prods.
The show me the equipment. One of the two

holds her prod between my legs and gives me a shock that takes my breath away.
Without resistance, I let myself by led by them

through a long corridor into a small room. There a third woman is already
waiting for us.

The attendants strap me firmly onto a processing chair and tell their
colleague that she can begin. She begins work immediately.

It's her job to shave me. She tilts the back of the chair down and brings me
to a nearly prone position. Now she takes an

electric razor, kneels before me and begins to shave of my pubic hair with it.

While she's at it she doesn't look at me. To her, I don't seem to be present
at all. Just my lower body takes up all her

attention. She begins with the hair above my penis. She takes my member firmly
in hand and removes the hair around it. Then

she raises it to get a clear view of my scrotum. The entire shave lasts about
five minutes.

The woman is finished. She releases my penis, stands up and makes room tor the
two attendants, who unstrap me from the chair.

They grab me and leave the room with me. Again we walk through various
corridors, until we reach a steel door in front of

which the attendants stop.

A red light over the door indicates that behind it a castration is in
progress. We wait. Several minutes pass and finally

the light goes out and the door is opened.

It begins: I'm led into the room in which in just a few minutes my castration
will take place. In the middle of this room

is an operating table on wheels. On its sides are straps with which men can be
fastened to it.

The castration will be carried out by two scantily clad young women. Both wear
only a bikini and high-heeled shoes. The one,

a redhead, is the actual castratrix; the other, a blonde, assists her while
during the operation.

The two women strap me onto the operating table. My arms and legs are tied
tightly to it, so that I can no longer move. I am

no longer able to escape my fate. In barely a minute they will begin to remove
my balls. It would be senseless to beg these

women for mercy. Castration is fun for them. The fear of their victims gives
them pleasure. With great care they carry out

each hand movement. Everything is perfectly positioned. I notice that they
have already carried out many emasculations.

They begin: Next, I get an anesthetic. The redhead takes a syringe, grasps my
balls, raises them, sticks the needle into my

scrotum and gives me a shot of anesthetic. She tells me that in two minutes I
won't feel a thing down there. A few seconds

pass without anything happening. Then the injection gradually begins to take
effect. Everything gets numb. I no longer feel

my penis and testicles. The redhead takes a needle and sticks me behind the
scrotum to determine to her satisfaction that I

can't feel pain any longer. Now she can begin with the actual castration.

In the meantime the blonde has prepared everything. On a small wheeled wagon
are the utensils needed for my castration.

The redhead takes a flat elongated bowl and places it between my legs. In it
my genitals are to be placed after they've been

cut off. Then she grabs a knife and starts. With her left hand she lightly
raises my balls in order better to be able to remove

them. With her right hand she places the knife behind my scrotum and positions
it for cutting. The blade now touches my skin.

Slowly she lets it penetrate. She directs the cut precisely. Inch by inch whe
works through skin, blood vessels and cords.

After a brief minute my scrotum has been removed from my body. The redhead
holds my balls in her hand. With a smile, she lays

them into the bowl. Next, it's my penis's turn. She grips it, pulls on it a
bit, places the knife up against the root and slices

it off with a short, clean cut. She places it, too, into the bowl.

Now the redhead has to close my wound. She ties off the blood vessels, closes
the opening with clamps and finally puts a large

bandage between my legs. There's nothing left down there.

It is done: My castration is over. The redhead sets the bowl containing my
penis and testicles aside. The blond takes them and

proceeds directly with their destruction. A machine that's similar to a meat
grinder serves the purpose. She fills it with my

genitals and starts the apparatus up.

AFter five seconds it's over: My penis and testicles have been chopped up. The
ground genitals fall into a large container, where

they are immediately miexed up with the remains of the previous castrations.
The entire mass will later be disposed of in an

oven.

The two attendants come in again. I'm still lying there, tightly tied to the
operating table. They take me and roll me back into

my cell. The shove me in, turn off the light and close the doors. I am alone
again.

  

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