You really were castrated...

Looking down, you see how skilled Mursola truly is as a castratrix: the skin beneath your dick is completely neat and flush-tight with the rest of your body's skin, almost as if you never had balls except for a cross-laced row of purple stitches going up in a line where she performed your surgery. They're very well-sewn.

You're amazed you feel no pain- just tension and chills, but there's a refreshing feeling of coolness and lightness where your balls used to be. Mursola kisses beside your stitches and strokes your hard, cum-smeared penis...

Her eyes look on yours, sick with longing but maddened by rapture. "You didn't fight, scream or beg... I finally enjoyed a man who had the balls to lose his pair!" She giddily remarks with her face buried in your crotch.

Mursola unbuckles your restraints and helps you up: you feel almost dizzy and your steps are slurred, but she guides you over to a hospital bed. To your own amazement, your dick flops erect and throbs hard along the way, sometimes scraping her legs...

She lays you on your back, but soon sits atop you to straddle your crotch, thighs flanking your hips while your dick presses its underside into her lower belly. Her hands drop to palm your abdomen...

It's astounding how satisfied and yet horny she looks at the same time. "I'll fuck you all day even if you pass out!" She throatily whispers- and your dick spasms against her warm skin as if to beckon her!