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I am a woman of forty five years of age , probably not your usual type of contributer. I admit openly that I am fascinated by castration. Not many women would ,I think, admit to such a fascination. When I say ` fascinated` what I really mean of course, is that it sexually excite me , and many others, if your Archives are anything to go by. What is it about the act of removing a man`s or boy`s testicles that excites me so much. Male animals being cut have the same affect on me. As I said I am forty five years of age, my name is Alice, and at my age maybe I should perhaps be better able to control myself. I do not know what makes me like this , but I do know when it started, in fact, can recall it vividly.
I think that quite a number of people who were born on farms have a certain liking for this subject, and I was born and raisd on a farm and have lived most of my life in the countryside. I was thirteen years of age at the time and had two friends , both my age, Kate and Peter. We spent most of our free time together, playing and running wild in the countryside. Kates father had a farm just down the road from us, while Peter`s father owned the local store. Peter was really good loking, slim, with fair skin and big brown eyes . He was a bit quieter than Kate and me. We were , as is natural at that age ,starting to become interested in matters `sexual`. Much of our play began to center around the ` Doctors and Nurses variety.Poor Peter always seemed to end up as the `patient`. It was nothing very extreme, and consisted mainly of Peter lying on an old table in the derelict shed ,on his tummywith his shorts pulled down just a little while, `Nurses Kate and Alice` gave him injections. As time went on though, his shorts seemed to come down a little more each time. At that time I knew what boys had between their legs, but only from pictures, usually supplied by Kate, and from seeing my young brother once in the bath. I used to fantasise obout actually having Peter on his back for once. Kate was getting bolder and bolder as time went on, she usually took the lead in these matters. She arrived one afternoon at the shed looking somewhat excited. " I am going to show you two something later on " she said. We were curious but she would say no more, no matter how hard we pressed her. "Later, later", was all we could get out of her. We continued with matters in the ` operating room, as we called it. But I could tell she was really excited about something. Suddenly she pulled down Peter`s shorts further than ever before, almost to his knees. Peter tried to pull them up and in the process opened his legs. " We saw your ballbag, we saw your ballbag" we shouted. At that moment we heard pigs squealing in the distance. The noise was coming from the farm of Kate`s dad, just down the road. There was nothing unusual about that , Kate`s dad kept a lot of pigs. " Kate ran to the door. " Come on come on" she shouted. " Come on where" we asked, where are we going?". " To the pig sheds" you dope" , she cried. " I told you I had something to show you, now come on". " What the fuck are you talking about Kate, where are we going, I asked again. Kate rolled her eyes skywards. " Can`t you hear them screaming over their" she said. Those are boy pigs you hear screaming, they always scream like that. "What are you on about Kate", I said, boy pigs, screaming , why are they screaming?. " They are screaming because they are being done, it hurts bad when they are being done. " Done". " Yes, done, that`s why the boys are screaming, they are being done, you know? with the knife.Oh shit Alice, your stupid. Look, for the last time,I will try to explain. You can hear boy pigs screaming, they are screaming because what is being done to them hurts a lot, they are screaming because at this moment that old bitch from the village, Anna Taylor, is using a knife on them, using a knife in a very tender place if you are a boy pig. To be precise, she is slitting the sacs between their legs and removing their little nuts. If you had nuts you would be screaming too." Now come on before they are all castrated." To be continued.
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