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We followed Kate across the field to the sheds, running as fast as we could. I felt a strange sort of excitment now. We crept in the back door and climbed the wooden stairs to the loft as quitely as we could. Lying on our tummies we were able to see down into the shed with it`s rows of pens containing the pigs. We saw Kate`s dad, a farmhand, and Anne Taylor. She was an middle aged woman who worked around the local farms. She was dirty looking and we all usully kept away from her as we considered her a bit strange. The farmhand was a boy called Steve, who had worked for Kate`s dad for some time. Kate`s dad , Fred, and the farmhand were hauling a hog out of one of the pens. They dragged the animal across to an elevated device right underneath us and lifted him on to it . The pig was then secured , on his back, with straps. There was no chance of us being heard because the din was terrific. The pig never stopped screaming. I could see now that it was a boy pig. I could see it`s huge balls clearly now. I felt a strange sort of excitment now, I knew something was going to happen. I did not know what, but something was going to be done to the pig, something naughty. It was going to be done to him because he was a boy pig. My face was flushed with excitment now. He was tied tied down with his legs apart. His balls were exposed. It`s his balls, something is going to be done to his balls. Kate mentioned a knife. Surely they are not going to, to...... I could hardly breath , my heart pounding. I could feel wetness between my legs now. " It`s a boy pig " I said rather stupidly to Kate. " Of course it`s a fucking boy pig" she whispered, only boy pigs get this done to them, poor little fuckers. Anyway, he is not going to be a boy for much longer. Look, she is starting to do him". We peered over the edge. Mrs.Taylor was holding the pigs balls between the fingers of one hand , squeezing tightly. In the other hand she held a scalpel. Now I knew what was coming. She cut into the pigs testicle. He was screaming now, screaming with the pain of it . The bloody stone was in her fingers now, he trashed and screamed as she started to cut the cord that attached it to him. My whole body convulsed, and I could feel the growing wetness between my legs. I almost passed out. I could hear the screaming as she took his second stone. I was exhausted by the time the last pig was done, utterly spent. I was exhausted, but I had never felt so horny. I felt a little guilty, those poor boy pigs had suffered the pain of castration, had screamed as their balls were cut out, and I had enjoyed watching them being done. I had actually wanted them to scream as the knife cut their testicles. The louder they screamed the randier I had felt. To be continued.
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