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"How many new ones this week, Laureen?" The voice was that of Mistress Benita, Lord of the South Africa Slave Castle, an old building, ten miles outside Johannesburg. Here a group of fanatic free African women had taken permanent refuge with Benita in charge. Their hatred of the white settlers had forced them to band together into a sadistic militaristic fighting group. Much thought had been given to the means of revenging their poor brothers and sisters who had been so misused by the white English settlers. Benita had come up with the idea of castrating them right in the castle, and keeping them as eunuch slaves to do the dirty work and chores in the castle. In the castle basement was a dungeon of sorts, a cold concrete walled and floored dank room. The black army of militant women had taken their tools and chiseled holes in the room all the way around the room. Then leg and wrist irons were cemented into the chiseled out wall sections. These irons had no chain links or play in them, but were fastened right against the wall. There was also a waist band of sheet metal also secured to the wall that opened up, door like, to accept the prisoner and then snap shut over his waist. The problem was that all the irons were placed at exactly the same point in the wall, and this meant that shorter prisoners or fat prisoners were in severe pain once they were secured in their spot. A list was kept on what settlers were doing the most harm to the African people, and they were then scheduled to be kidnapped and taken to the castle basement. The female guerillas all wore green fatigue outfits and carried repeating short arm rifles. They would sneak out into the jungle early in the morning, or late at night, and attack settlers homes, often killing the wife and children, but making sure that the male plantation owner was taken alive. Quick death by bullet was too easy for them. "Seven new prisoners Queen Benita! They await you now in the dungeon, your surgical tools are ready!" When Benita entered the dank basement, she saw the seven nude white men attached helplessly to the concrete walls. Being British and very independent, they glared at her in stony silence. Her assistants were ready. Luana had the portable beam light in her hand, the one used to light up the area to be operated on since the basement lighting was very poor. Shaneen had the portable cart with the sterilized instruments on it, and the large king sized jar filled to the top with preservative. As Benita approached the first nude prisoner, a middle aged bearded Britisher, she appreciated his muscular big shouldered body. His manly penis hung there impressively. He said nothing. Benita fingered his balls gently while smiling up at him. The light beam was concentrated on his groin, and the cart was to her left. "Hello brave soldier! This morning I am going to take your balls away from you for good. For your sins against my people! After I finish, you will be our sexless house servant, our lovely eunuch!" She saw the hate in his eyes, but also a glimmer of fear. These men would die courageously in battle, but to stand by helplessly while being castrated, was more than they would even bargain for or reason out. The other six men heard her little speech, and although they stayed silent, they were petrified. Loss of manhood permanently! Benita picked up a small razor sharp scalpel. She lifted his testicle sac, slid the balls inside upward, away from where she would make the tiny incision on the underside of the ball sac. After she made the incision, she smiled at him. "Very brave soldier, aren't you?" She then picked up a long slender pair of fork like prongs. She gently inserted the cup end into the small incision holding the scissor like finger grips her hand. With her fingers, she felt around so the cups could close over the small sensitive ball. "This will hurt brave soldier!" Closing the tiny cups over the ball, she began to pull the forked scissor like handle out again. The testicle resisted, being attached to flesh and membrane. But it slowly tore free, and as it did, his scream filled the basement and echoed around it. The other ball was removed the same way. As the cart and light was moved to the second prisoner, a fourth girl sewed the tiny incision up with cat gut and sprayed the area with Bactine. The two balls were slowly floating downward in the yellowish liquid preservative. After the incision on prisoner #2, Benita remarked to him that he had unusually large gonads. "Do you have any children? I'll bet they are very big if these sperm factories of yours are any comparison. Well soldier, you won't be making any more!" His scream was worse than the first man's as Benita really had to pull hard to free the embedded testicles. Much like a dentist trying to pull a tooth. But soon two more pinkish cuddlesome balls were gently floating downward in the liquid container. When Benita reached the seventh prisoner, she looked back at the six new eunuchs, all stitched up cleanly. They were no longer brave, but sobbing hopelessly. She always took more time with the last one, and she fondled his balls and penis until she was holding a firm hard erection in her tiny black hands. "Feel good soldier? Would you like me to jerk you off? Are you willing to beg me? Just think, this is the last time that you will be firm and masculine this way. Never again. No penetration, no cumming! All you will be able to do is think about it and remember what it was like." Still smiling and savoring the eroticism of this perverse moment, Benita made the incision. His pleading to her to stop just as she was pulling a ball free caused her to have a massive orgasm which she could not hide from her female associates. His eyes watched in fascinated horror as she glibly dropped each ball into the jar, still watching his eyes. "There they go soldier! No more fucking ever!" She left the dungeon, smiling at each defeated male as she went. Benita's room on the castle proper was really a series of rooms with the concrete walls removed. Her maid Zanem was waiting for her when she entered. "Zanem dear, yesterday we castrated a very tall good looking Englishman named Bridges. He had a marvelous prick on him. Arrogant as hell too! He refused to even whimper, never mind scream out like all the others. Bring him to me!" Benita showered and put on a pair of frilly light green bikini panties, and then dusty knee high brown boots. Nothing else. Her body was voluptuous, big heavy breasts with pointed hard nipples, thick hard thighs, and magnificent buttocks. She poured a drink of wine and settled down to await the presence of the tall handsome male. Tom Bridges was ushered in. Zanem left. He was nude, handcuffs locking his wrists behind his back. His penis was still very very impressive, hanging there proudly, longer in its permanent sleeping state than many penises she had seen totally erect. His sac was flat, no longer hanging heavy with its cargo of twin marbles. Benita approached him. "Hello soldier!" she led him to a big long metal table and he saw jars on it. Easily forty jars, most filled, and a few half way filled. He looked hard, afraid to recognize them for what they were. "Balls soldier! All Balls! I wonder where yours are. I'll bet it would be very difficult to pair them off! I have not decided yet what I am going to do with them. Some one told me they are very good for you if you cook them and eat them, tasty too! What do you think?" Bridges remained silent. He stared, frozen in shock and horror! Benita reached down and took hold of his flat empty testicle sac. "Tsk, tsk, tsk! Here I am all exicted, dying for a man, and what do I have here? An empty bag! Most men think I am very attractive, and you won't even get hard for me when I'm half naked. Do you think I'm attractive soldier?" She was bending the empty testicle sac in her hands, rubbing her long fingers over the smooth soft skin. "I wonder if I'll arouse some feeling in you when I eat your balls for dinner? You know what I mean, empathy from a distance? Maybe you'll be living in a different place by then and suddenly you will get a sharp pain, down here, just when I bite into those tasty little gonads of yours." She saw the tears, silent ones, but noticeable nonetheless. "Now now dear. It is not all over! Oh sure, getting this lovely prick hard and sliding it into a nice wet warm pussys is all over, but there are other things you know!" As she spoke and fondled his penis and empty ball sac, she was emitting tiny orgasms, all preparing her for a bigger massive one. Collapsing his sac into a tiny match stick long pole, she pulled him toward her big bed. "There are many pleasures for eunuchs, but not down between your legs, but in your head. Pleasures that comes form making your mistress happy as you are now going to do." She removed her panties. Helped him to kneel by the foot of her bed, sat down in front of him with her legs on each side of his face, and twined her fingers into his hair. "Open your mouth dear and stick out your tongue!" He did. She gripped it in her fingers and smiled at him, still holding his hair. "This is your new prick dear!" It will never get as ahrd as your old one, but it does not have to. And with this new prick, you will never get selfish and try to satisfy yourself! Here, now, lean in. Good! Feel my hairs against your nose. Black hair is wiry, notice dear! Now I'm going to lay back and relax. You work hard now, and do not ease up no matter how tired you get, or the next operation will be on your new prick!" With his hands helplessly behind his back, this now useless male buried his tear stained face deeply into the warm damp black vagina. He did not even feel the kinky hairs knicking his facial skin.
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