She held his penis by the foreskin and stretched them out to see. She took the knife and slowly circumcised him. He squirmed in pain and the mouth gag had muffled his scream. The penis head was now exposed and she put the foreskin on the plate she had next to her. She pinched his penis head and pulled it towards her. The slave was struggling even more now but he knew it was hopeless. He was bound securely and even if he managed to get away from her, he would only find himself in another room like this with another woman doing the same to him. He is slave and this is going to be his life from now onwards. She pinch his penis head real hard and then took the knife again. The slave urinated in fear and she felt his warm urine running through fingers that held his penis. She placed the ½ inch from the base of his penis and started cutting. She liked to look into their eyes as she cut off their penises. Tears were rolling down his eyes and he felt faint. He hoping that he would faint but it wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be. He was also a strong man but it wasn’t his strength that was keeping him conscious but just bad luck. She knew that he would not fait. She has been doing this for more than five years. She had castrated over a thousand slaves. Three slaves per day. She hated it initially but now she enjoys it secretly. She loved the sense of power she felt each time the slaves were brought into her room. She loved the way they begged for mercy and she will look at them with feign compassion and then they would feel as if they stood a chance. She would start stripping them and shaving their genitals and they would start to panic again. She loved toying with their emotions. She loved looking at them defeated as she sawed off their penis like this one right now. She felt his warm blood running through her fingers as she severed his penis. She watched the penis shrivel up n her hand and then she placed it with the foreskin. She grabbed his testicles and gave it a strong tug. She placed the knife close to the base and started cutting it. By now, the slave has almost fainted. He could hardly hold his head up. She took her time cutting and gently squeezed as she sliced his testicle. She held it in her hand and squeezed the testicles out of the scrotum bag. She placed it on the plate and hit the red button. The nurse had been waiting in the next room. The red light was the queue for her team of nurses to come in and patch the slave up. That was slave number two. Now she would take a short break and get the last slave, the cute one. She always saves the cutest ones last. She would tease them before castrating them.
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