The Ceremony Part 2

May 16th

This is it diary. One of the castratrices takes me by the hand and leads me to one of the horse stalls where a man is chained by both his wrists and ankles to the wall. How fitting a horse stall...he's about to become a gelding. He's a scrawney ginger man middle aged with thinning hair. He has a ball gag in his mouth and a look of fear in his eyes. I'd be frightened too if a girl wearing a red robe with a hood and a fox mask with a dagger on her hip approached me.

The other castratrix silently

motions me towards his groin and now he's really nervous. He tries to plead with me but the ball gag stifles him, makes him incoherent.

Next to him is another castratrix also dressed in a red hooded robe and barefeet, the only difference is she's wearing a pair of latex surgical gloves. Beside her a small table of first aid supplies, she's the nurse.

She hands me some surgical tape and for a moment I wondered what to do with it. It dawned on me. I was to tape his flaccid uncircumcised cock to his abdomen so it wont be in the way.

I taped his penis to his stomach and like mom said I grabbed his balls and gave them a tug downwards and away from his body. I drew my dagger, my razor sharp silver dagger. His eyes widened.

I sliced his scrotum and his cords. The ball gag muffled his screams as I held his severed testicles by the cords over my head like a trophy. And why not diary. That's what his nuts were. My trophy. The castratrices clapped and one of them approached me. She took the balls and placed them inside a jar of formaldehyde as the nurse began to work on administrating first aid.

Only then did who I assume was the lead castratrix speak. "And so it is we have a new sister, come let us adjourn and celebrate her for she is now a castratrix.

We doused the torches and headed towards the house. Time to celebrate.