I am a Catholic nun in the order of The Sisters of Divine Agony. I am also a physician and a dedicated sadist. I totally enjoy torturing men but my real love is castrating them and removing their penis. I do both things very slowly and very painfully. I do not ever use any anesthetic or pain-killers.

As a young girl, I had been abused repeatedly by my father and uncle. My mother had died giving birth to my younger sister. I was 8 years old at the time. A week after the funeral my father moved me into his bedroom and told me that I would be taking my mother's place. That night he made me suck his filthy penis and then he raped me anally and vaginally. A week later he 'sold' me to his brother for 2 days a week. My uncle had a huge penis and he would ram the entire thing into my 8 year old rectum. The only lube was my saliva. things got worse when I started to develop. They would take me to these dirty bars and make me get naked and perform oral sex on strangers who had paid for the privilege.

When I was 17 years old I heard them talking about making some money by selling me. My uncle said he had been offered $5000 for me and, I was getting a little too old for their taste. They both were lusting after my little sister and I could not let that happen.

I made a plan and prepared for what I had to do. I waited for them to come home, blind drunk from the tavern, and pass out in bed like they'd done many nights before. I had some stout rope ready and tied them securely in their beds, spread eagled. I used single edge razor blades to slice away their clothing. I was ready for them to wake up.

My uncle woke first as he always did. I was sitting by the bed waiting on him. As soon as he opened his mouth, I stuffed a well-used pair of my panties in there and then slapped a piece of duct tape over his lips. He struggled against his bonds. I had tied them well. A look of surprise on his face as he realized he was naked and helpless. He was cussing at me behind the gag. I reached between his legs and grabbed his testicles, one in each hand. I squeezed with all my strength. He howled behind his gag. I squeezed some more. This was fun but I needed to do what I had planned before my father woke up.

I gathered up my tools off the nightstand and got between his legs, sitting Indian style. I wanted to enjoy this but I really needed to hurry a bit. I grabbed his ballsac in one hand, pulled it away from his body as far as possible and tied it off with some rough twine. His ballsac was so tight it was shiny. He was threatening me behind the gag. I took a new razor blade and made a deep incision right down the middle of his scrotum. Lots of blood. I reached into the opening, using the sharp blade to enlarge it even more. I pulled out one testicle then the other one. Little gray eggs. I jerked on them and tried to pull them out of his body but the cords were tough. I used the razor to sever the cords. His balls came free in my hand. I had just castrated my uncle and it had felt good. I could feel the juices running out of my young vagina. I held up the severed testicles for him to look at. He totally freaked out. I grabbed ahold of his soft penis with my left hand and stretched it out. My right hand held the razor blade. He could see it coming. I cut right through it. It took 3 slices and it was gone. I held it up for him to look at. His eyes rolled up in his head and he passed out. There was blood everywhere but I wanted to make sure he bled to death so I used the razor again and sliced into his groin area until I found his femoral artery. When I did, blood shot out like a garden hose. He'd never wake up again. I was so happy right then. I felt a wave of pleasure rush thru me. It was time to go sit beside Daddy's bed. I was covered in blood.

He was snoring loudly when I snuck into his room, his mouth hanging wide open. He smelled of cheap whiskey. I wadded up the panties and shoved them deep into his throat, followed by the tape. He started gagging and thrashing. When he finally was awake and had figured out he was tied and gagged, I was already between his legs. I would take my time with him. After all, he had started all of this. He was going crazy behind the gag, cussing and trying to yell. I ignored him and went to work. He had very large testicles and, this time, I really tied them off tight. I had brought a hammer from the garage with me and started beating his balls with it. I hit them with all my strength. The juices once again were flowing out of my vagina. That wave of pleasure was flowing thru me again and it felt so good. I kept hitting him. He was trying to plead with me now. He was wasting his breath. His testicles were getting mushy by now. It was like hitting a ball of dough. It was time to remove them. I made a slow, deep incision right down the middle of his sack, from top to bottom. I kept sawing until it was split open and the two halves looked like an orange that had been cut in two. I reached into the bloody mess and pulled out one testicle. It was soft from the hammer mashing. I squeezed it hard. A scream from behind the gag. More waves of pleasure. The bedsheet under my vagina was soaked with my juices. I pulled his testicle as far out as the cords would allow. He was going crazy. I loved it. I sliced into the testicle with my razor. I shredded it with my sharp blade. No need to cut the cords but I did anyway, just so I could show it to him. A look of sheer terror as he saw it. Time for the next one. I did the same thing with it. I did it slower and I enjoyed it even more. Time for his evil penis. I played with it first, masturbating him with his own blood as lube. It even got hard as I stroked it with my hands. I grabbed and squeezed it until the head was full of blood. The blade slid under the rim and, in 4 strokes, the head flopped onto his belly. I grabbed it and, pulling off one side of the tape, shoved it in his mouth. He was gagging as I sliced off the rest of his penis. The waves of pleasure were constant. My vagina was on fire. I found the artery. He was passed out by now and he'd never awake. I reached between my legs with my bloody hand. My clitoris was as big as my thumb and just lightly touching it sent me over the edge. I knew right then that I would be castrating more men in the future. It was going to be my life's work.

I spent the entire next day cleaning up the mess and getting rid of the bodies. Fortunately, we lived on a small acreage and no one could see me dragging them out to the field. I burned the bedding and mattresses and buried them in deep graves. Neither of the lazy bastards worked. My dad got a disability check every month and my uncle was retired from the Navy after 20 years. I figured I could forge their signatures and we'd live off of that. It worked long enough to get baby sister thru school. That's when I discovered The Divine Sisters of Agony.

I've with the Order now for over 20 years. They put me through medical school and then a surgery residency. Of course I take care of the Sisters in our convent but I also do a lot of charity medical care in the Order's name. That's not my real job, though. My true calling is the castration and penis removal of men. I like it best when they are bad guys, wife beaters, child molesters and the like but I will do it to any of them. I enjoy it immensely and I hate men and their vile penises and testicles full of disease. The bad guys suffer the longest and the worst, but they all suffer. I don't have to gag them anymore and I love hearing their screams and pleas for mercy. It's music to my ears.

Most of the men are brought to me but, on occasion, I will travel My latest had being brought to me this morning. The man was married to one of our nun's sisters and he had been beating and maiming her for years. He was a drunk and dope abuser. They had gotten him here on the ruse of discussing an inheritance matter from the sister's parents. He thought there was some free money in it for him. His drink had been spiked with a sedative and he was now in my operating room tightly secured, naked, shaved and spread eagled.

He was probably coming to about now and wondering where he was and what was going on. It was very dark in the room and he had no idea of his fate. Meanwhile, we were having coffee and talking about his future. His wife didn't want him disposed of after the castration and penectomy. She wanted him to be miserable, meek and subservient to her. He'd made her life miserable and she wanted to do the same to him. We had some drugs that would keep him that way but the castration would usually solve those problems anyway. She also wanted to assist in the procedure and for him to see her helping. I liked that and always encouraged it.

There was quite an audience in the theater for this one. He had been given a shot of Novocain in the larynx and was making loud but incoherent noises as we turned on the bright lights over my specially built castration table. I walked over between his splayed legs. He was trying to scream something at me, probably some threats. He wasn't pleading yet but he would be shortly. I hit him as hard as I could directly in his testicles, multiple times. He wanted to double over. He wanted to protect his precious testicles. He could do neither. I loved the helplessness. I was going to cause this scum unbelievable pain before I took his manhood away. I moved aside and his wife took my place. His face registered surprise and his eyes got as big as saucers. She looked him dead in the eyes and said, "You miserable scum. You have made my life miserable and today you're going to pay for it. We are going to castrate you and remove your tiny penis. It's going to be done slowly and painfully and I'm going to be the one who makes the final cuts to make you a eunuch." He shook his head from side to side furiously at her. She ignored his looks and grabbed a small rubber mallet from the tray. The first few blows were right on target and his testicles started swelling immediately. They were large anyway and the tortures would usually swell them to twice their normal size. I liked them large and tender. It made my job that much more fun.

We spent the next hour or so doing whatever we wanted to do to his penis and testicles. We didn't have to worry about doing any permanent damage to them because we were going to remove them anyway. My favorite was towards the end. He had passed out for the umpteenth time and we used smelling salts to revive him again. His scrotum had been stretched and his testicles pulled to the bottom. We had then put 2 elastrator bands on him, close to the base of his penis. Then, we pounded a 16 penny nail, that's the biggest one, through each testicle, very effectively securing them to the castration board. Time for the needles. 18 gauge, 2 inchers. I had 200 of them, out of their sterile packages and stuck in a cork board. We both stuck them in his swollen testicles as fast as we could grab them. It still took nearly 10 minutes. It was hard finding space for that many, even though his scrotum and testicles were grotesquely swollen to the size of ripe lemons. Next, my personal favorite. We each grabbed a large rubber mallet from the tray and commenced to beating his tortured testicles. The needles inside of his scrotum caused most of the pain as they were mangled and broken deep inside his testicles. The pain was very intense and his eyes kept rolling back in his head. We used smelling salts to keep him awake. I didn't want him to miss any of this. This was the part I lived for, the last moments of manhood. Waves of pleasure were flowing thru my vagina with each blow of the hammer. We were spent. It was time for the grand event.

Amazingly, his little penis was erect. We had beat it some, but not nearly as badly as his hated testicles. I liked them hard for the penectomy. I grabbed it in my left hand, digging my nails into the glans until blood flowed. I picked up a long catheter and started shoving it down his urethra until I could feel it stop at the entrance to his bladder. Perfect. I directed her to tape his penis to his belly. He was crying now and the moans were so pathetic. Asshole. I started to take the big nails out of his testicles but his wife held her hand out and I passed the claw hammer to her. She pulled and twisted the nails out of his swollen scrotum. His eyes pleaded with her. She smiled at him as she slammed the hammer into his bleeding manhood.

Time for the grand finale. I held up the gleaming scalpel for him to see. I slowly inserted the blade into his scrotum, just below the band. He was trying to scream and beg but all that came out was a rush of air. Carefully, I circled his swollen sack until I freed it from his body. His wife slid it over his mangled, swollen testicles and I handed it to one of the Sisters who would make her a lovely coin purse from it. His sorry manhood was lying on the castration block. Gray orbs, all misshapen and covered with blood and yellowish fluids, connected to him by fibrous strands. We poured alcohol on them to clean them off for the rest of his castration. It must have burned like fire. He passed out momentarily. We revived him for the final inflictions. I handed her the dermal hammer and she beat the naked testes unmercifully, the little needle points piercing his tender orbs with each blow. He was starting to go into shock. Too bad. I just wanted to keep him awake and aware long enough to see all of his manhood removed. I handed the scissors to his wife as I took one of his testices and gripped it tightly with a large forceps. I pulled it as far as the cords would allow. I had them straight up in the air so he could see what we were doing. I directed her to cut the cords as close to his body as possible. She put the scissors on his cords, looked him in the eyes and closed the blades. I handed her the severed testicle. She dangled it in front of his eyes and told him that she would be taking the other one in just a few moments. I had already picked it up with the big forceps and had it locked down tight. Once again, I pulled his testicle as far out as the cords would allow and she placed the scissors close to his mutilated crotch. Looking him in the eyes, she smiled and snapped the blades together. He was officially a eunuch. She showed him the last one and said they would be frying them this evening for an appetizer. His eyes, once again, rolled back in his head and we had to revive him one more time while we removed his penis. I positioned a mirror so he could watch the final vestige of his manhood be removed. I snapped an elastrator band about half an inch from the base of his penis. The catheter was still in place and I would leave it in place after the penectomy so his peehole wouldn’t heal over. He would forever have to sit down to urinate. He was moaning from the pain of the elastrator band constricting his still erect penis. I decided I wanted to keep the blood in his penis after we excised it so I placed another band about an eighth of an inch above the first one. We would make our cut between the bands and, hopefully it would stay erect. I grabbed his penis by the engorged glans and held it straight up so everyone, including him, could see it. I had instructed his wife on exactly how to make the cuts. She was to go around the penis very slowly and make sure to not cut through the catheter. The slower she went, the greater the pain. I wanted her to make 3 full turns around his penis and make sure she had sliced all the way through to the catheter. We would then slide his ruined member off of the catheter and I would try to preserve it for her to keep and display. I handed her the razor sharp scalpel. She showed it to her husband. His eyes were as big as saucers and he was begging her not to do it. She ignored his pleading moans and placed the scalpel between the two bands. It must have taken her 10 minutes to make three full turns around his cock. There wasn’t much blood and I easily slipped his dismembered penis off of the catheter. It was still hard. I placed it in a tray and she put in front of her husband’s face and told him that he was no longer a man, he’d be sitting to pee for the rest of his life and she was glad she’d had this done to him. He passed out again and I slid a hypo into his arm to knock him out. I had a little surgery to do to him before we could let him go. When I finished with him, he would look like a mannequin with a little nub to pee out of. I had thought about completely removing his penis and putting his urethra between where his testicles used to be and where his penis used to be. I still might do that but it involved extensive surgery and I wasn’t up to doing that.

Three days later he was healed enough to go home. We had been injecting him with female hormones and some drugs that would keep him docile and very paranoid. Every time his wife walked into the room, he would cringe and try to hide under the sheets. She liked that a lot. I told her that she needed to keep giving him the drugs in his food every day. They would keep him just like this and he wouldn’t know why. He would just be deathly afraid of her. I also told her to inject him daily with the female hormones for a month and they do it once a week for about a year. He would develop breasts, lose his body hair and would get a nice, plump ass. She gave me a big kiss and everyone else got a big hug. Her sister helped put him in the car and was waving happily as they drove off. It was always nice to help your older sister.