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Castration Party: The Reckoning
by Vengeance (address withheld)
***
Castrated men get a fitting revenge on the women who
did it to them. (M+/F+, nc, v, mutilation, tor)
***
It's in grim reflection just past afternoon I lean
against the light post in front of a rather fashionable
restaurant, a place which won't be opened until the
early evening. A waiting game I'd done just like this
many years back.
Only then I'd been a man. Not the emasculated eunuch I
am now, though to look at me you'd think I was a world
class athlete.
My face also looked different then. For since that time
I'd underwent long sessions of cosmetic surgery to
alter my appearance. Then as well there were the daily
shots of male hormones and testosterone patches to
compensate for those elements of manhood my body was no
longer capable of making of its own accord.
At these memories I half snarled, then regretted the
action. Where after looking around I triple checked I
was not observed. Either plainly with interest or
covertly, for I'd come much too far now to be undone by
so foolish a slip up.
Finding the sidewalk deserted with no one looking at me
from either the light or shadows I returned to my
casual demeanor. Then stifled my further oncoming flood
of anger at the memory of my one time virility, for
virile I once had been.
That was until partly in lust and partly in need of
extra cash I'd answered an ad placed in one of the
local Chicago based porn tabloids.
The advertisement was supposedly from a minor producer
of soft-core, feminine domination movies. And they were
looking for some male actors who wouldn't feel
squeamish pretending to be under the heel of a woman.
What it had turned out to be to my everlasting horror
and regret was an engagement of the most sadistic kind.
For as it was the moment I'd gotten into the car
apparently sent to pick me up for the event I should
have been suspicious. And this since by the seating
arrangement there was a woman driving the car, then one
in the back seat. While it wasn't until about a block
from where the pair picked me up I'd felt a sting on my
neck. So it was then I discovered my mistake.
Or rather discovered it after immediately blacking out,
where with conception of time lost it seemed as fast I
immediately awoke. Only to find myself bound nude to a
table which seemed to be of the medical, examining
kind.
Alone in the room looking at a blank television screen
at the foot of the table I'd set to calling for someone
to come and let me know what the hell was going on?
Only to have an absolutely gorgeous woman answer my
summons with the stern warning that if I didn't quiet
down I would have to be gagged.
I explained to her then I'd answered an ad to be in a
movie. And that instead I'd been kidnapped. And she'd
agreed that yes I was kidnapped but only because had I
known what the movie was about I probably wouldn't have
volunteered.
Yet nonetheless she explained I would still star in a
movie. And then right after they would put me back were
they found me.
It had been at that point another attractive woman had
come into the room. Where upon seeing my apparent lack
of alarm she commented to the other woman as to how
knowledgeable I was to my fate.
The first woman then explained she'd just been getting
to that. While it was after to my horror and disbelief
I learned these women were part of a cadre of women who
got their rocks off on the emasculation of men through
castration.
After she told me local anesthesia would be used so I
would feel little or no pain. It was then I'd set to
screaming and struggling against my bonds. But the
table it seemed was more a piece of furniture suited to
holding down the terminally insane than say someone on
intravenous feeding in a hospital so I found my efforts
useless.
With my attack of panic I soon found a ball gag stuck
in my mouth then secured at the back of my head. While
after that either to further torment me or for reasons
known only to them they turned on the prior noted
television.
The screen had then blazed to life with images of naked
bodies engaged in various sex acts. While after when
the two women left I wondered if this might not all be
some sort of hoax. Something designed to invoke a more
down-to-earth response from me during what I hoped in
the end would just be a realistic S&M movie without the
gore. Using instead realistic prosthetics, this so by
appearance it approached the darker realm of snuff
films.
With this hopeful notion and stimulus of the movie it
was despite the severity of the situation and lurking
possibility they might actually be on the level and
really where going to castrate me. That hating myself
for my body's betrayal I found myself becoming aroused.
While with it I had to agree if I truly felt the threat
was real such a thing would be impossible. As indeed it
would be. For such a thing as sexual arousal is an
impossibility for a man who is under threat or duress.
Such a physical response just can't happen.
Relaxing then, wondering when this show would actually
get on the road it was presently I found a series of
women entering the room. Where it seems in a bid to
torment me they'd strutted around asking inane
questions which with my being gagged I couldn't answer.
"How do you feel about losing your balls?" Some had
asked. I mean if this was the real thing then how the
fuck did they think I felt about it? How the hell would
they feel about loosing their breasts or something
along that line?
As if reading my mind one of them had even exposed her
breasts to me, and then espoused her wonderment if I
would be interested in them after my balls were gone.
And then conceded aloud I probably wouldn't.
It was with these things I again felt alarm rise,
because if this all was designed to invoke a realistic
response, well then it certainly was working.
Returning to the present and the restaurant I waited in
front of it was forcefully I put on a smile to cover
the true emotions that lurked beneath my nonchalant
surface. For as it had been the women hadn't been
kidding me at all about their fondness of castrating
men.
This I had quickly learned when the second woman I'd
met who'd been called Lynn came into the room. Where
after setting up a tray of assorted surgical
instruments, and then injecting my scrotum and
testicles with something which eliminated my sense of
feeling in the region. It had been afterwards with what
looked to be practiced, surgical precision she opened
the fleshy sack containing my testicles. Where then
after extracting the contents it had been after tying
the cords holding my testosterone and sperm makers that
in turn she deftly removed them. All to the
disgustingly sensual Oohs and Ahhs of the observing
women.
I'd been in shock and denial that what had transpired
had in fact transpired. For the very self-serving
sadism of the act decried the fact it could be real.
While then even as I watched Lynn carefully suture my
opened ball sack closed again I couldn't believe it.
Not even when my testicles, floating in alcohol
enclosed in a glass jar were held in front of my face
so I could see them did I believe it.
Yet when I awakened an unknown amount of time later
like some drunkard against the foundation of the
building I'd began my horrific journey from. It was
just the same the ache in my crotch told me it had been
no dream. That in fact my means for carrying on the
line of my family was gone.
I felt unable to move the hurt was so great. While then
presently I was able to flag a passing police car.
Needless to say they'd thought me some sort of lunatic
to have come up with such a story. But their skepticism
had soon turned to shock when on arrival at the local
hospital it was confirmed by the doctors there I had
indeed been castrated.
It had been immediately I'd requested to be injected
with testosterone so I would be able to hold on and
keep some degree of my manhood. And the doctors had
readily agreed to put me on a regular program of
hormones that would give me a semblance of still being
a male.
I'd told the police everything I possibly could. While
it was then in true regret they informed me the
likelihood of their ever catching these perpetrators
was a highly unlikely thing.
Months later after much counseling, it was while
sitting home and going through the mail I found a
letter from a legal firm. Where upon opening it, then
reading its contents I learned my grandmother had
passed away. And truly I'd been grieved by this
information, because always she and I had been close.
However despite this there had been a tragic upside.
For my grandmother had been married to a sharp man
who'd gotten in on the ground floor of Aramaco oil when
they'd first set up shop in Arabia. While then with the
death of my grandfather my grandmother had been worth
an estimated half-billion dollars. A quarter of which I
found was now left to me.
With this incredible sum of money I enrolled myself in
a number of schools. One that taught the profession of
private investigation, one that taught martial arts and
one that taught gynecology and related female
anatomical medical science.
While still in these classes, it was with the courses
taken which I drank down like a thirsting man I found
through intensive research that other like crimes of
castration had been perpetrated world over against
other men.
After an extensive and time consuming search of
national police records I found two other cases which
seemed similar to mine.
One of the men lived in New York while the other lived
in San Francisco. Where it was armed with these leads
and my new skills I'd quickly tracked them down even
though they had both moved and changed their names.
It had been after comparing notes with them I came to
learn we'd all been victims of the same group of
females. While it had been with this news I made an
offer to the men, an offer of tracking down these women
with no expenses spared. Then of putting an end to
their sick fetish so other men would not have to endure
what we had.
The man I'd located in San Francisco who'd assumed the
name Sam really wasn't much interested. In all with not
having kept up any regime of hormone replacement if
he'd once had a deep voice it was now effeminate, while
as well he'd lost most all his muscle mass, along with
his beard and a great deal of body hair.
If anything he was passive about the whole thing. That
was until with entreaty alongside Frank, the other man
I'd located in New York and who now accompanied me he
finally succumbed. Then agreed that since I would be
sponsoring him and Frank in this endeavor he would
again take up his hormone replacement shots and enroll
in the courses I set forth.
As it was not long after once the hormones took hold on
him, his desire for retribution became as fevered and
anxious as Frank's and mine's was. So it was then
together we had our faces altered through cosmetic
surgery. This so we would be unrecognizable to any
who'd known us in the past. Including the women, who
unbeknownst to them had brought us together for our
venture.
It was then also diligently under the guidance of our
tutors we sharpened our bodies and minds for the task
that was to come. While it was after but a year later
with our intense training and grueling work-outs we
were all licensed private investigators with concealed
firearms permits and certified gynecologists who were
lethal in the martial arts.
Utilizing our combined skills it was again in going
through stacks upon stacks of police records we found a
fairly recent accounting of a man in New York who'd
been abducted, then castrated by an unidentified group
of females.
Taking a gambol the women where following a pattern we
surmised their next victim would be a man in Chicago.
Though in taking no chances we split up and caught
flights to all three of the cities we suspected the
women operated in.
Frank flew to his prior home turf of New York while Sam
headed back to San Francisco. And as for me it was to
my port of Chicago.
We all then kept in close contact with each other as we
hit the mean streets and seedy neighborhoods of our
respective cities. Where then visiting each and every
porno shop or underground location we bought
informants, porn news sheets, rags and mags looking for
any ads or indications someone was looking for
submissive male talent to star in a fem-dom movie.
During our searches we found quite a few such ads. All
which panned out to be casting attempts being made by
known reputable or ill-reputable business enterprises
depending on how you looked at it
It was then a lucky break one of our informants brought
Sam a flier he'd been given. Something upon examination
word for word had very nearly matched the ad the three
of us to our downfall had earlier in our lives
answered.
The flier contained a phone number and no address. Just
as the ads we'd replied to. So it was with plane
tickets in hand Frank and I made for San Francisco to
meet up with Sam.
Again returning from my remembrances to the present I
reflected how it was here and now in that city with my
appearance thusly altered. That armed with a pair of
side arms. My clothing and body infested with listening
and tracking devises like a Déjà vu I awaited a coming
automobile, one with any luck that would contain a lady
driver, then a passenger woman in the back seat.
I struggled to not fidget and remain calm. For earlier
I'd eaten a handful of Benzedrine. And this was just in
case I should somehow get snagged and injected with
whatever dope it was these women used to subdue the men
they got into their car.
It was my hope the speed in my system would put off the
effects of the drug long enough for Sam and Frank who
waited in cars in the wings to come to my rescue.
Though that would only happen if there was and apparent
threat to my life. Because the plan was the moment I
got into the car I would draw my side arms, and then
bring the two women to compliance.
Where then with Frank and Sam joining us the women
would be forced with extreme prejudice to take us to
their hidden lair and the other women. While if it
didn't turn out that way and I should by some fantastic
means get injected. Then Frank and Sam would follow us
by sight and technology of the tracking devices on and
in my person in their separate cars to the destination.
Even as I finished the scenario in my mind an
automobile pulled up. And so hard pressed was I in my
delight I was unable to hold back my smile.
Lynn who I recognized was in the back seat. While a
woman I didn't recall was driving.
"You here for the movie audition?" The driver smiled
and called passed the open passenger side window.
Standing from were I'd squatted I brushed my hands down
my pants legs. "That I am." I answered and smiled back.
"And might you be one of the stars of the film?"
Shaking her head she laughed in partial reply. "No but
Samantha in the back seat is."
Looking in through the open window while I opened the
car door I took further note of the woman I knew as
Lynn. Wondering then for no important reason what her
name might actually be.
Climbing into the car like a well oiled clock the gun
concealed in my shoulder holster beneath my sport coat
then another from a back belt clip appeared in my
hands. While then instantly their business ends were in
the women's faces.
"If either of you bats an eyelash it will be the last
thing you ever do. "HARRY, GEORGE ALL'S CLEAR COME ON
IN."
As the microphones concealed on my person passed the
coded message on to Sam and Frank it was then I stuck
the gun I had on the driver into her side. "Drive now."
Terror in her eyes she nodded her agreement then put
the car into drive. Where then after looking over her
shoulder she stepped on the gas and sped down the
street.
I kept my eyes on Lynn. "Where is the syringe?"
She responded with puzzlement on her face. "What
syringe, what do you mean?"
Without hesitation I stuck the small, twenty-two
caliber semi automatic held on her deeply into her
thigh and then pulled the trigger.
As long as the gun was an automatic or semi automatic
nothing muffled the sound of it going off better than a
human body. So the sound of the gunfire was quite muted
while most of the noise came from Lynn as she screamed.
"Shut up or I will shoot you again. Now where is that
syringe?"
It was while sobbing in pain she stuck her hand into
the space where the seat and backrest joined. While
then she brought forth what I'd asked for.
"Good now toss it gently up here with me."
Still sobbing with the pain she nodded her compliance
then tossed it so it landed on the front seat next to
me. "Is that it? You have any others for back up?" With
my query I pushed the barrel of the twenty-two into her
other thigh to let her know I meant business. While it
was with extreme agitation and sincerity she shook her
head no.
After nodding my agreement with her I took a quick look
around. "Turn right into this alley. Then into the
first store loading dock you come to. We're going to
sit tight for a little bit."
The driver nodded her understanding to me then followed
my directions to a T. While when she turned the key off
in the ignition so the engine stopped I hazarded a
glance at Lynn and found she was growing pale from loss
of blood.
Sticking the twenty-two between my thigh and the front
seat backrest I was leaning on for support I quickly
removed my tie then tossed it to her. "Tie it around
your thigh between the wound and your crotch. Not too
tightly though or you'll suffocate your whole leg."
It was then Frank and Sam arrived and knocked on the
car door windows.
"Open it for them." I gestured to the two women to
carry out my order. While when they did Sam shoved the
driver closer to me then took the wheel. Even as Frank
in the back seat took a knife from his pocket then cut
Lynn's pant leg open so he could better examine her
wound.
It was but an instant later he looked at me then
nodded. "As planned you missed all major arteries and
veins while the bullet itself made a clean exit." He
then extracted from a pack he had with him a syringe of
his own. However it wasn't filled with the same stuff
these women used on unsuspecting men.
Taking the syringe Lynne had provided I rolled down my
window then squirted its contents on the pavement.
Where then after snapping the syringe I tossed it out
after.
In looking at the syringe Frank held I took it Lynn
must have thought it contained poison. And this was
because the panic on her face was plain. While when
Frank saw it he only laughed at her plight. "Don't
worry. It's just a local anesthetic."
After injecting the area around her wound it was
shortly we could see the relief on Lynne's face. While
then with little time to spare Frank forced what for
all intents and purposes was a skyrocket fuse through
the hole in her leg. Then after producing a lighter
from his pocket set it aflame.
Even though the feeling of Lynn's thigh was dimmed it
wasn't completely gone. So when the gunpowder infested
wick scorched its way through her thigh and cauterized
the wound she screamed and then feinted.
I then turned my attentions to the former driver of the
car. "What's your name? And nothing phony because in
the end you will tell us anything we ask you." I then
glanced at the wounded Lynn in the back seat to stress
my meaning.
"My name, my name is Shirley. Oh please, please don't
hurt me. This is my first outing on one of these
things."
In reply I growled at her. "First, last, what the fuck
do I care?" It doesn't make you any better than Lynne
here. To me you're nothing but a sick, self-centered,
piece of shit that really has no business being alive.
I don't think you actually understand what it is your
twisted little fetish actually costs the men you
indulge them on. So now what you are going to do like a
good little vixen is tell my friend next to you exactly
where it is we are going."
I then pushed the barrel of the gun already in her side
all the harder into her ribs so she winced in pain.
"AND I MEAN YOU'LL TELL HIM NOW! And no trying to take
us in circles because I won't use a gun to kill you
unless I have to. If need be we'll find a nice out of
the way place. Where then using a scalpel I can
separate your skin from the muscle it covers and peel
it away from your body as slowly as I can until you
scream with pain then in defeat take us were we want to
go."
Her eyes wide she nodded her understanding, and then
began giving directions to Sam. Who in turning the key
in the ignition then setting his foot to the gas
followed them to the letter.
It was along the way Lynne revived. While when we
reached a building in a warehouse district I turned to
her. "Okay what is it that happens now?" While with the
query as before I set the barrel of the twenty-two to
her other thigh.
Her mouth open after looking at the gun she then turned
her attention to me. "Now I go to the door and get help
to bring our man inside."
I nodded my understanding to her. "Good then let's do
it. You try any funny business. Change any passwords
you might have and you will be the first to die. Do you
understand this?"
It was with much emphasis she nodded her understanding
then opened the car door. Where then Frank with a large
brought along knapsack and drawn gun followed her.
Sam then exited the car followed by Shirley, then me,
where with Lynne leading the way we walked to the
doorway of a bunker-like, warehouse.
Lynne knocked on the door five times. Where then after
a voice on the other side answered.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Lynne. Open up I have our prize waiting in
the car."
The moment I heard the lock of the door turn I quickly
shoved Lynne out of the way. While when the door began
to open I threw my full weight against it, and then was
inside.
I'd knocked the woman opening the door on her ass.
Where as I now looked at her while leveling both guns I
found I recognized her.
"Hello Jenne. It's been awhile. You still look pretty
hot even though I have to say it doesn't do a thing for
me." Looking across the room which was a small office
space I found two other women pressed against the wall.
One of them made for a door which I imagined led to the
room that would have the operating table. While as she
did I recognized her as the one who'd flaunted her
breasts in my face. "Unless you want to be dead with
your next step I'd advise you to hold it right where
you are."
As Frank led a limping and bloodied Lynne into the room
the woman's eyes grew wide, while then she nodded her
agreement to me.
Sam quickly followed with his gun pressed into
Shirley's back. While then once we were all inside he
closed the door.
Leaving Frank and Sam to keep the women covered I made
my way into the next room. Where as surmised I found
the operating table, VCR and television all set up and
ready to go.
"Alright men bring those ladies in here. We can get
started right away."
As the women filled into the room Sam was followed by
Frank who still carried the knapsack he'd brought from
the car. While it was after Sam closed the door Frank
took several rolls of duct tape from the bag.
Using the guns I gestured around the room. "Ladies your
clothing, GET RID OF IT NOW!"
As they looked in surprise and wonderment at each other
I stuck the twenty-two into my pocket. Then moving to
Jenne grabbed her by the back of the head, then
breaking a few of her teeth with my actions shoved the
other gun I had which was a forty-five caliber semi-
automatic into her mouth. While when she cried out in
pain then spit out pieces of broken teeth I looked at
the women. "I meant take them off NOW! If I have to say
it again Jenne here won't any longer have a head, then
the rest of you will follow."
It was with panicked and hurried motions the women
began to undress. While when they finished and were
standing nude Frank nodded at them. "Ladies move to the
center of the room, and then lay next to each other
head to foot."
Many of them flinched as they sat, then laid on the
cold concrete floor. Where as I ripped Jenne's clothing
from her then shoved her to the ground to join her
friends I took the twenty-two from my pocket and kept
them all covered with both guns.
The bodies lay next to each other in alternated
positions so when I walked by them it was feet, head,
feet, head, feet, head.
Frank started at one end, Sam the other. "Ladies I want
your legs spread like you're getting ready to fuck. DO
IT NOW!"
As the women spread their legs their feet in the
armpits of the woman next to them. My partners in
vengeance began taping the arms and hands of those
women to the spread legs so they lay flush along them.
This would prevent usage of any limbs by either party
and would force them all to lie fixed in a semi spread
arms and fully spread legs position.
"To you women on the ends who still have a free arm and
leg. Move either a fraction of an inch and we will
simply have to AMPUTATE them to eliminate the problem.
Are we clear on this?"
My question was answered with hasty nods of agreement.
While then Sam and Frank brought forth from our
knapsack handfuls of prepared syringes.
Returning my weapons to their holsters I then gathered
some of the syringes. "Since you gave us the service of
desensitization we are going to return the favor. You
see whether you might recognize us or not we three were
all once "guests" at your sinister parties.
With that Frank, Sam and I dropped our pants then
presented our captive audience with our once emptied
flap of flesh that dangled from our scrotums. "To look
at us you'd never know the three of us had once been
unwilling guests at your parties. That's right. Though
it looks like we have testicles we don't. What our ball
sacks now contain is medical, prosthetic testicles
doctors implant in men who have to be medically
castrated.
Usually due to such things as testicular or prostate
cancer. While with our hormonal treatments and the
testosterone patches that give us continual doses of
that male, libido necessity it's been with regular
visits to a sex therapist I can now have an erection.
Hell I can even orgasm. Although of course there isn't
any sperm in my ejaculate, and the semen that does come
out won't even fill a thimble."
I then grew angry.
"Sick stupid, fucking cunts! These sacks of flesh once
held our manhood and means of carrying on our families
line. "DO YOU REALIZE THAT BECAUSE OF YOU MY FAMILY'S
LINE DIES WITH ME?! Did any of you actually consider
what far reaching effects your momentary thrill of
removing a man's manhood truly incurs? Did you!? Well I
am sure you did, but in your sick selfishness you just
didn't care did you."
After pulling our pants up we set to injecting the
local anesthetics held by the syringes into the women's
labia's. Then to areas on either side of their abdomens
just below their navels, then finally their breasts
where they connected to their ribs.
Frank then brought forth a number of quality leather-
harness ball gags which he distributed to us, after
which we set to affixing them in place on the women.
"Though you have so far been silent this is necessary.
Because once we start on you I promise there will be
screaming whether you feel any of what we do to you or
not."
It was then after preparing our instruments of surgery
we set to performing radical mastectomies on the women.
As for our scalpels they were electrocautery knives.
That was electric scalpels which used heat to minimize
bleeding. Where then after opening the underside of
their breasts with smile shaped incisions which
followed the natural curve.
It was then using forceps to stop un-cauterized
bleeding when necessary we smirked at each other. For
just as we had promised them they would do the women
screamed mutedly as we removed the entirety of their
mammary glands and nodes. Then the surrounding fat
until nothing but the pectoral muscle of the chest
beneath remained.
We then with great meticulousness trimmed and sutured
the remaining dermis and epidermis flush. While when
we'd finished it was taking in our work we found by
appearance the women had chests nearly
indistinguishable from those of adolescent males.
Three of the women had feinted from the shock of seeing
these parts of themselves brought out and into the
light. So it was to them we administered smelling salts
because we wanted them aware of each step we were
taking with their corrective surgery.
After giving the women follow up shots of local
anesthesia in their labia's and Mons Veneris, the pad
of soft fatty tissue that covered the pubic bone. It
was again using our electric scalpels with cuts running
the length of their clitoris's we opened the hood which
covered them. While then with cuts between the inner
and outer lips on either side of their vagina's we
exposed their bulbs of the vestibule which many doctors
felt should be renamed bulbs of the clitoris.
These bulbs were located internally on either side of
the entranceway of the vagina. Embryo-logically as it
was connected to the rest of the clitoris by fibrous
bands. While As to their function it seemed that like
the clitoris they were an erectile tissue which became
engorged during sexual arousal. Something it was
thought facilitated intercourse by stiffening the walls
of the vaginal opening.
Carefully separating them from the surrounding tissues
we brought them forth. While as to their appearance
they nearly resembled testicles. And just as testicles
where connected by lengths of venous tubing to the
seminal path in the male penis where sperm was
ejaculated from, so were the vestibule bulbs connected
by the fibrous tissue to the female clitoris.
It was following the paths of these fibrous bands we
made more incisions to further reveal them. While when
we again reached the mons at the top of the hood where
they joined their now exposed clitorises prior sheathed
in the external hoods. It was with practiced dexterity
learned on corpses tagged for such instruction.
We then unreservedly removed the inverted six to seven
inch Y shaped organ from our lady patients. And since
it was an organ which had no female function other than
the providing of pleasure, it wouldn't affect their
physical health in any fashion with its loss.
Again we had to utilize smelling salts to revive some
of our patients. While then like fishermen with prized
catches we displayed for them our trophies of female
pleasure organs while listening to their muted screams
or cries of disbelief.
It was again after painstakingly suturing their wounds
so there would be no disfigurement that with refresher
injections of anesthesia on either side, just below
their navels we made incisions over the area's which
housed their reproductive organs. For our plan was to
give them partial hysterectomies and remove their
ovaries.
Again as with all these surgeries they'd unwillingly
participated in there was much muted screaming and more
un-listened to pleas for mercy from behind the ball
gags in their mouths. While again using smelling salts
to revive those among them who'd passed out. We then
showed them their organs of reproduction so they would
know they wouldn't be having anymore children. For by
indication of past pregnancy it appeared two of them at
some point in their lives had given birth.
As it was now none of these women would any longer have
any interest in sexual intercourse, or much anything to
do with sex for that matter. For with the complete
removal of their clitorises and ovaries sexual desire
as well had been taken from them.
In looking at the bloody bodies we took it each woman
had lost a half pint or little more of blood, so none
of them was going to die from blood loss. While then
after we finished suturing these final wounds Frank
took the last item from the knapsack, and then clamped
it to the edge of the operating table in the room.
Where then as the women watched he affixed the nozzle
on it to the end a length of pig intestine taken from a
jar of saline solution.
We saw by the women's expressions they recognized the
mechanism. While when Frank began turning the attached
hand crank then feeding it their ovaries, mammary
glands and clitoris's the room was filled with even
more muted screams as he ground up the contents while
the mechanism then fed it into the pig intestine.
After the length of pig intestine was filled with the
women's ground up organs he twisted the length closed
at six inch intervals then tied them off.
Taking the length of grotesque meat sausages we laid it
across the bodies of the women. "Well ladies how do you
like this dose of your own medicine eh? How do you like
knowing that nevermore will you be interested in sex?
Or maybe with medical treatment only a little, knowing
that even if you get hormone shots to inspire interest
that never will there be any payoff, that orgasms will
now be a thing beyond your capability.
"You see we are one up on you there in that department
with our removal of your clitorises, our own dose of
vengeance and bit of payback. As for the rest how does
it feel knowing you can no longer provide your husbands
or boyfriends with any offspring? How does it feel no
longer being either a man or a woman but only an "it."
For even with our limited sexual abilities with what
you took from us we are still not men but only its."
Letting them wide eyed ponder this we moved amongst
them and provided injections of Demerol that would put
them under then out for a few hours.
As they one by one succumbed we cut the duct tape that
held them captive away, and then left behind handfuls
of codeine to either commit suicide with or help ease
their pain when they awoke.
It was afterwards we went through their clothing and
purses, then removed any and all of their
identification.
We did this so they would know once they found the
items missing we would be able to find them any time we
cared to. While all in all we doubted with sincerity
they would go to the police. While then even if they
ended up in hospital, which they probably would since
we'd left no sort of drainage for their wounds.
It would be once police arrived they would be forced to
deny any knowledge of their attackers. Because if they
did happen to recall anything as it were, it would then
with the following investigation inevitably come to
light they were not so much victims. As they were the
ones responsible for any number of kidnappings and male
castrations, something that would guarantee them all
life sentences in prison.
By our viewpoint it was a tit for tat fulfillment of
justice. Were just as Frank, Sam, and I. Then any
number of other men had to go through our remaining
days as sexless creatures. So as well now would these
ex-women who'd made us that way.
After the event when we returned to our homes I
arranged for Frank and Sam to go to Europe for cosmetic
facial surgery. Something I also intended. And this as
a "just in case" any of the women did sacrifice
themselves to prison in an attempt to catch us. Though
of course I also felt they would keep an eye on each
other to make certain such a thing never happened.
While then in all, there actuality was no real reason
for my partners in justice or me to be returning to the
United States anyway. And this for the most part was
because I also had my attorney's arrange for Frank and
Sam to find ten million dollars each in their savings
accounts. Something which though it could provide no
compensation for what was lost to them, just the same
could make it a little more tolerable.
While armed then with the identifications of the women
we'd surgically altered. I found with some detective
work these receivers of our vengeance had no such
financial resources. So it was happily they would never
know any such small luxury. But instead with their
probable forthcoming divorces and break-ups from their
husbands or boyfriends if they had them. And that was
once their men wearied of not getting any sex.
That was if those men could even in any way tolerate to
be with the nearly alien-like, surgically altered
creatures we'd left them with. I surmised it was most
probable the ex-women. Newly made "its" would no doubt
afterwards only know remaining days of self loathing,
torment and extreme loneliness, so a truly fitting
ending indeed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Though I realize, hopefully that is.
That Castration Party by Jenne was only a fantasy. It
is a fantasy that is truly horrid in its surmise.
Something which I felt required a necessary follow up
fantasy as an equal time reprisal.
NOTE OF CAUTION: It just goes to show that for every
action there is an equal and opposite reaction. While
would I believe in such revenge in real life, well I
have to ask what man wouldn't? Though I suppose it is
pretty much mandatory I state I do not endorses such
actions. Not unless you desire possible jail time for
taking the law into your own hands. So then it is best
to consider this tale to be again nothing more than
something fictional designed for entertainment purposes
only.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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