Castratrix

This story is tied to the story Nutcracker Queen. It takes place 503 years later.

Author's note: All characters in this story are over eighteen years of age and are fictional.

Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Karissa Jolis. I'm a twenty-three year old woman from the Queendom of Ciannis residing in the city of Clearwater Falls. I have long flowing blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. I'm a large woman whose weight fluctuates around two hundred and thirty pounds.

I've been a ballbuster ever since I stomped on my cousin Bart's nuts when I was younger. I remember the rush I felt when my bare foot squashed his berries. Oddly I didn't get in trouble for crushing his testicles. My mother in fact encouraged my ballbusting activities and when I turned eighteen I learned why.

She along with my grandmother are members of The Sisterhood of Lillica, an organization of castratrixes over five hundred years old. The Sisterhood was started by Queen Lillica Featherstone, a legendary ballbuster. She formed the Sisterhood after a ceremony where she castrated Spencer Graham in front of three other women, one of which being his mother Dinah. Incidentally my own mother is named after her.

I recall my initiation ceremony into the Sisterhood. I put on the scarlet hooded robe of the Sisterhood for the first time . Wearing nothing but the robe with the hood up I walked barefoot out to our barn. It was my eighteenth birthday.

My Grandmother Alessa and my mother Dinah where there also wearing their scarlet robes and barefoot. In the middle of the barn was my older brother Jayson tied down spread eagle on an alter. He was nude and his cock was hard. My birthday is in the summer so his scrotum was loose in the summer heat. Mom explained to me that Jayson had volunteered for this then she explained to me what I was to do, I was to castrate my brother. She gave me a ceremonial silver dagger to use. I admit I thought it all rather dreamlike. Especially when Jayson told me it would be his honor for me to take his testicles.

So I took the dagger and cut his testicles off. I held them over my head by the severed cords like trophies. Trophies that were later dipped in silver and given to me to keep. I still have Jayson's balls on my fireplace mantle. His balls forever encased in silver.

In the months after my initiation I learned different methods of castration under the watchful eye of my mentor Nina Hanover. After my apprenticeship was over she gave me a stainless steel burdizzo with the inscription To Karissa. May you bust and take many balls.

And I have. In the five years I've been active in the Sisterhood I have taken and busted many a man's balls. We aren't just castratrixes we are also renowned ballbusters.

The following is my story. I hope you enjoy my tale.

Cross your legs gentlemen!