Matron's Hunger. Part 2.
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR
A Matrons hunger for castration.
` We followed Kate across the field to the sheds, running as fast as we could.
I felt a strange sort of excitment now. We crept in the back door and climbed
the wooden stairs to the loft as quitely as we could. Lying on our tummies we
were able to see down into the shed with it`s rows of pens containing the
pigs. We saw Kate`s dad, a farmhand, and Anne Taylor. She was an middle aged
woman who worked around the local farms. She was dirty looking and we all
usully kept away from her as we considered her a bit strange. `

The farmhand was a boy called Steve, who had worked for Kate`s dad for some
time. Kate`s dad , Fred, and the farmhand were hauling a hog out of one of the
pens. They dragged the animal across to an elevated device right underneath us
and lifted him on to it . The pig was then secured , on his back, with straps.
There was no chance of us being heard because the din was terrific. The pig
never stopped screaming. I could see now that it was a boy pig. I could see
it`s huge balls clearly now. I felt a strange sort of excitment now, I knew
something was going to happen. I did not know what, but something was going to
be done to the pig, something naughty. It was going to be done to him because
he was a boy pig. My face was flushed with excitment now. He was tied tied
down with his legs apart. His balls were exposed. It`s his balls, something is
going to be done to his balls. Kate mentioned a knife. Surely they are not
going to, to...... I could hardly breath , my heart pounding. I could feel
wetness between my legs now.

" It`s a boy pig " I said rather stupidly to Kate.

" Of course it`s a fucking boy pig" she whispered, only boy pigs get this done
to them, poor little fuckers. Anyway, he is not going to be a boy for much
longer. Look, she is starting to do him".

We peered over the edge. Mrs.Taylor was holding the pigs balls between the
fingers of one hand , squeezing tightly. In the other hand she held a scalpel.
Now I knew what was coming. She cut into the pigs testicle. He was screaming
now, screaming with the pain of it . The bloody stone was in her fingers now,
he trashed and screamed as she started to cut the cord that attached it to
him. My whole body convulsed, and I could feel the growing wetness between my
legs. I almost passed out. I could hear the screaming as she took his second
stone. I was exhausted by the time the last pig was done, utterly spent. I was
exhausted, but I had never felt so horny. I felt a little guilty, those poor
boy pigs had suffered the pain of castration, had screamed as their balls were
cut out, and I had enjoyed watching them being done. I had actually wanted
them to scream as the knife cut their testicles. The louder they screamed the
randier I had felt.

To be continued.  

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