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When Marco awoke, he found himself in Marie's room, naked, his wrists and ankles bound by rope to the bedposts.
Before him stood Celeste and her daughter, who was crying as her mother held her close to her. Surrounding the bed were the servants girls of the house, all young adults in age, all of them waiting for Marco's punishment with excitement. "I hope you enjoyed your many sexual conquests," said Celeste. "for my daughter's was your last." "...what happened to me? what is going on?" Marco asked. "You passed out, Marco," replied Celeste. "I laced your drink with a powerful sleeping medication." "...Why? Why are you doing this to me?" he said. "Don't pretend as if you aren't aware of what you did to my daughter last night. I know how you treated her." replied Celeste. "Mother, stop it!" yelled Marie. "Let Marco go, please!" "No!" replied Celeste. "I will do nothing of the sort! He must be punished for how he treated you! He must!" Upon saying this, the servant girl, Juliette, removed a rather large and extremely sharp knife taken from the kitchen. Marco was unable to hide his fear at this point. Nor could Marie hide her's. "What is she going to do mother?" Marie asked frantically. "What is Juliette going to do to him?!" "Not her, my lovely daughter..." replied Celeste. "You." "What do you mean, mother?!" she asked. "What am I going to do?!" "For Marco's punishment for sleeping with you, I've decided to have him castrated," replied Celeste, "and for your punishement for allowing him, you're going to do it." "What?!, No, mother!" Marie screamed through her tears. "I won't! I won't! You can't make me!" "If you don't castrate him, Marie...I will cut his throat." Celeste said. "You you rather him live, or die? Either way, he'll be of no use to you." "No, mother...I can't do it." "Take the knife, Marie," said Celeste. "Take it, or he dies here and now." Juliette handed Marie the knife which she reluctantly took in her quivering hand, and turned to Marco who was filled with fear. "Do it, Marie." said Juliette. "No, Marie..." pleaded Marco. "Please don't..." "I'm sorry..." said Marie as she approached Marco. "I'll always remember you." Marie took Marco's scrotum in her hand, the tenderness of her touch was soothing. As she cried, Marie placed the cold steel of the knife to the skin of his sac and began to cut - the blade slicing through the flesh with ease, his blood from the severed flesh began to stain the bedsheets - and then it was finished. Marco had been castrated, and it was Marie who now held his testicles in her hand. "Let this be a lesson to you," said Celeste. "let this be a lesson to the both of you."
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