An Interview With Mrs. Carlotta Fenwick

In this segment, Mrs. Fenwick is narrating her life experiences for the benefit of a magazine reporter. She tells of being held at the secret prison and torture facility owned by the noted drug dealer Pablo Escobar. It is known as ‘The Palacio’. A prisoner, also called Pablo, has insulted Escobar’s girl friend and pays a price.

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In watching Pablo undergo the strange discomfort of a scrotal infusion I came to further understand the abject cruelty and boundless revenge which Escobar extracted from those deemed disloyal.

Pablo’s fingers were bandaged. Not the simple bandaids used to cover scrapes and minor cuts but thick tape, encircling large pieces of gauze prominently enshrouding each digit. Before arriving at the Palacio, Escobar had Pablo’s fingernails removed.

Then I noticed the swelling about the lad’s face. When he tried to express himself, his words were slurred, almost indiscernibly. Pablo had also had his teeth removed. These first steps of Pablo’s transformation were performed by professional surgeons, presumably in Bogota. Miss Rita and Miss Maria were equipped at the Palacio to complete the remaining physical alterations which were deeply intertwined with the process of psychologically breaking him.

Pablo was to become a pet..., for Escobar’s girl friend..., the one time famous model, Miss Salma Rodriguez. And in so becoming he would not only assuage her wounded honor but also serve as a symbol and reminder to all to be respectful of Escobar’s lady friends.

So I stood and watched in amazement as Pablo in turn watched his most precious testicles become bathed in saline. Skin can be stretched to incredible tautness, Joan. I’m not sure if there is a limit if injected slowly enough and by a knowledgeable woman. And I assure you, at the Palacio there was no rush. The well secured Pablo watched his scrotum slowly turn into a huge pink and then red balloon.

After a while, it’s a frightening procedure to observe. The thought that the thin skin will burst cannot be avoided. I could not help wondering if Pablo’s balls would explode from his normally well protected pouch. I fantasized and envisioned what his reaction would be if the venerated gonads spilled to the floor.

And of course Miss Maria stood near by, taunting and beginning the process of complete psychological capitulation.

A defanged and declawed Pablo must have greatly wondered what would happen next..., sitting upright watching Miss Rita slowly inflate his scrotum. And what was also comical to watch was the penis as it disappeared from sight, hidden away by the growing sphere. I suppose that also becomes of concern to the proud male.

Well after a second bag and over an hour of torment, Miss Maria nodded. Miss Rita turned off the valve on the tube as Miss Maria spoke.

“As I said, Pablo..., a special welcome for a special guest. The good news for you is that you won’t be required to toil and sweat with our other male friends here. The bad news is it’s because most of the time you’ll not be physically able to do much other than obey commands.

“And obey you will. Enjoy the remaining view of your organs. They have little time left.”

The infusion not only had the mental effect of introducing Pablo to the concept that his body was no longer his to control, but also had a practical effect. Over twenty four to forty eight hours the saline solution is harmlessly absorbed into the body. But the scrotal sac remains stretched for many days. This gave Miss Rita much better access to what she needed in order to begin the envisioned process.

Pablo was to be castrated..., slowly..., relentlessly..., and with video tapes of his transition sent daily to Bogota by special messenger, presumably to be viewed by Miss Salma, the woman he had so deeply insulted. Miss Rita first tied off his right testicle with an elastic cord, easily isolating the gonad within the well stretched sac. Pablo was free to meander about the building, wrists restrained as with all males, begging anyone who cared to listen to loosen the cord and restore circulation and feeling to his organ. Despite his imploring look, no one did of course. But each day he was free to plead his case before the video camera. Apologizing daily for his transgression in words slurred by a toothless mouth. By the third day Miss Rita pronounced the testicle dead and useless...., too long deprived of circulation.

Pablo was given a two day respite and then his left nut was also tied off with equal pleading and tearful entreaties to any and all who would listen. The final video tape was precious. With Miss Rita announcing shortly before hand that his remaining testicle desperately needed sustenance, Pablo was pathetically tearful as he once more sat before the camera, thighs spread to reveal his eminent state of emasculation, pleading that he be permitted to remain intact.

It was not within Miss Salma’s plans to have him remain so.

Two days later the dead organs were quickly and easily slipped out of his scrotum..., gangrene being a very likely possibility. Miss Rita worked deftly and mercifully, Pablo was given a local anesthetic. Otherwise he was again propped up on the special table, legs separated and made to watch as soft feminine hands forever changed his life.

Counseling followed, Miss Maria lecturing, scolding, taunting, and sometimes soothing the declawed, defanged and deballed Pablo.

But the women were not done. Mentally he still thought like a male. That had to change.

At that point, believing I had learned so much about the male beast and his deep latent desire to be under the firm hand of a woman, I was surprised by how much I didn’t know. Miss Maria and Miss Rita began a program of sensory deprivation for Pablo.

I found myself visiting a room that had constantly been locked during my prior months at the Palacio, for Miss Maria wanted a pretty young girl to be present while Pablo’s psyche slowly transitioned to that of neutered male.

It was an eery sight, entering the combined chamber of torture and medical experimentation. There Pablo laid oddly strapped to a broad table by sets of thick elastic cords attached to ankle and wrist cuffs. He could move arms and legs but as his strength withered it became more and more difficult. Miss Rita used his struggling attempts to free himself to judge how much of a special drug to inject directly into once powerful muscles..., hastening the process which would naturally occur in the castrate over a longer time period due to the diminution of testosterone.

And then there were the tubes. Pablo was catheterized by way of his penis. A gastric tube emanated from his mouth and a large tube ran from his rectum. Miss Rita controlled everything that went into him and monitored everything that came out. The psychological effects must have been terrorizing.., not knowing what devilish substances were be injected and introduced to his once proud male body.

Most of the time he spent deafened by headphones and was blindfolded. Miss Maria daily talked to him through a microphone, castigating him about his alteration and how his behavior needed to be modified. And when I was present, the blindfold was removed and Miss Maria had me strip off my skimpy garments.

“A very pretty girl, Pablo..., naked..., nubile..., and yet your penis does not react. What’s happening? You certainly desired to use it on Miss Rodriguez.”

During his period of deprivation, Pablo also received constant sponge baths of a foul smelling chemical. He was being depilated..., permanently..., everywhere. One of my duties became toweling the powerful gel from his skin before it did damage. It was that strong..., apparently burning the flesh like acid if left in place too long.

Just as with Roberto, Miss Rita sutured together his fingers and his thumbs to make his hands clumsily unusable. Then came the most interesting alteration. As stated, all the males were circumcised at the Palacio. I was perplexed that Pablo’s procedure was delayed until the end of the many months of sensory deprivation. By then Pablo was mental putty, having been deprived of sight and listening to nothing other then white noise or the soothing yet taunting voice of Miss Maria.

So one day Miss Maria deemed him ready, encircling his neck with a broad and thick collar. He was finally released from the table and with his strength sapped by lack of exercise, Miss Rita’s injections and the diminished level of male hormones, he could not stand.

“You can crawl for me Pablo. Miss Salma will insist so we may as well begin now,”

With his eyes blinking, attempting to acclimate to the light, Miss Maria clicked a leash to his collar and handed it to me.

“Take him to the infirmary, Carlotta. Miss Rita has one last alteration. He’ll be very docile.”

And she was correct. Even if Pablo could summon the energy to lift a hand he could not really intimidate me much less attack. He could not form much of a fist. He had no nails to scratch and he certainly couldn’t bite.

“But if he’s disobedient, press this button. The electrified collar is similar to that worn by dogs.”

She handed me a small device. I quickly concluded that I held a transmitter and Pablo’s neck collar contained a receiver, batteries and had a stun function similar to that worn on the left forearm of all the female staff.

Well Joan, I experienced another level of control over the male. I gave the leash a quick tug, taking in the slack and establishing my authority. I was pleasantly surprised when Pablo meekly moved toward me in response.

The infirmary was a short walk. I could not help but extend the trip, leading Pablo about at the end of a leash, my hairless, declawed, defanged and deballed pet. I again felt wetness..., and a degree of envy. This Miss Salma would have the ultimate trophy...., her own male..., neutered and on the end of a leash.

When I eventually arrived at the infirmary poor Pablo was again placed on the special table and forced to watch while Miss Rita performed a rather unorthodox circumcision. Not only was his prepuce sliced, Miss Rita left a generous fold of flesh at the top. Normally her circumcisions were high and tight very much inhibiting conventional masturbation. So I was surprised by her efforts until her scalpel made a small incision on Pablo’s hairless and smooth abdomen. Then I began to drip with her final efforts. She sutured the loose newly freed penal skin to a spot just below the navel. Pablo’s penis would be permanently sewn in an upright position to his stomach. Even if he could achieve tumescence, his manhood was rendered useless for any sexual function.

“We’ll spend the next few days training him how to urinate. It will be awkward and he’ll need assistance, but Miss Salma was insistent.”

It became one of my duties to help Pablo turn up his leg so he could relieve himself into bowl I placed on the floor. It was an amazing sight leading Pablo about and then showing him where and when to empty himself. Miss Salma would have quite the obedient puppy I thought to myself.

But then one day a tattoo artist arrived with the delivery truck. The woman found Pablo to be very arousing but was able to complete her work in a single day.

Pablo’s hairless body was colored with large orange stripes and his face thin horizontal lines of black.

Pablo was tattooed to resemble a huge docile cat.

For two weeks his tongue was stretched and Miss Serena taught him rudimentary cunnilingus. Then Miss Maria deemed him ready. Time was difficult to track at the Palacio but I would guess Pablo had been there some four to five months.

“I realize he could use more tongue work, but Miss Salma is eager to have him. Seems she’s having a party,” I heard Miss Maria comment to Miss Serena.

Then the final instrument of control was to be unveiled.

Once again I led Pablo into the infirmary. At that stage I was a rather trusted prisoner and en route was able to sneak a few moments in a secluded hallway. I snapped my fingers and pointed to the bottom of my flimsy skirt. My neutered and leashed charge moved forward on hands and knees and, emulating Roberto, pushed his face under to find my freshly shaven pudendum. He quietly and obediently licked..., and licked..., and licked.

Miss Salma was to receive quite the pet.