I pushed the big red button in front of me and heard the hissing sound. Ten seconds later we dropped out of warp speed and proceeded on half impulse power. In one hour we will get to the Planet Orsiana. Too bad we could not go faster. Everyone was horny as hell and soaking wet. The air was heavy with smell of pussy. Just thinking of the treasure in our cargo hold make me tremble with pleasure. In the cargo hold are thirty eight males in stasis, ready to be castrated. There would be a frenzy we hadn’t seen in years.

Nancy announced: “We have a message from the planet. Everyone quiet.” Commandress Kara said: “On screen.” and we saw the familiar face of Tonia. She was a big party promoter in the colony. Jill sent her pictures of the cargo earlier and they had been using the slow subspace relay to negotiate a deal. Now Tonia said: “Ninety bars for each is OK. Bring them in.” and terminated the message. Commandress Kara yelled her war cry. “We get full price. Triple bonus for everyone. We will stay there for two weeks. Tonia will give us a private party room overlooking the main arena. We will keep six for our private party.”

That was the biggest haul in years. After the Battle of Ninnian, the High Council declared the War over, no more male in the galaxy. But we knew it was bullshit. Everyone knew that some of them escaped and were still hiding out among the asteroid belt. No one knew how many. Some said only a few hundred. Some said several thousand. But we knew they were there, desperately horny, needing womyn, preying on lone ships passing close to the belt. Once or twice, they even attacked smaller colonies. Everyone out here was armed. Nobody wanted to think about the fate of being taken.

And we did not sit around for them to come. Most colonies out here had a bounty on cocks. Bring in one cock and they pay you a bar of dilithium crystal. But that’s not where the money was. The money was in the parties. The party promoters paid us ball hunters for the males. They organized castration parties. The tickets sold like hot cakes. The High Council had standing order for every male to be castrated and turned into womyn. The cock and ball we captured were supposed to be preserved and sent to the Grand Temple. But they did not know what happened out here at the edge of the galaxy.

Like most ball hunters, we mostly made money running trade, both legal and illegal. Most of us were special attack groups in the War to Eliminate Males. After so much action, it was hard to go back to mundane jobs. So we pooled our discharge pay and bought a ship to trade. To save time and fuel, and to check out the bounty to be have, we always ran close to the asteroid belt. If we saw male ships, we hunt them down. Sometimes they attacked us, trying to capture sex slaves. This guerrilla war has been going on for several years. But we must be running out of males. The pickings in the last two years had been very slim.

A month ago, running supplies to the Pronolie Outpost, we detected the subspace signature of a male scout ship. Luckily we just installed a croaking device, so they could not see us. Cloaking devices were illegal, used mostly by smugglers. We got ours by bribing the commandress of a military junk yard. We stalked them and found their hideout but could not raid them. There were only eight of us on board.

After we dropped off the cargo, Commandress Irene signed up ten former shock trooper on the return trip. The hunt was on. With the cloaking device, we totally surprised them. I actually liked hand-to-hand combat. My favorite thing to do was to kick a male between his legs and watch him go down retching, twisting in pain. Now we were looking forward to the castration party, which always end up as mass orgies.

All the males were naked, with their hands tied behind their backs. Their cocks were fully erect. Tonia had them injected with powerful aphrodisiac. Not that it was necessary. All the womyn in the arena were almost naked. Looking at all those beautiful bodies, and smelling our pussy, was more than enough to make any of them super hard. Every male had a leash on his balls. It cost two gold coins to drag the prisoner into the arena. Tonia sold tickets for everything. We were the envy of everyone there. We had six of them between the eighteen of us. I drew one of the lots. I shared it with Danelle, my lover. So we had one leash to each of his balls. Walking down the aisle, with all these naked female bodies and swaying and bouncing tits, excited me so much.

Our private room was ten feet above the main floor. The wall overlooking the castration stage directly was glass. We had the best seat in the house. As soon as the males were strapped to the frames, the action began. Down there, they lined up to squeeze the balls, hard. There were huge display screens every where. Some showed the whole stage. Some showed only the cock and balls. Everyone could see what’s going on. The orgy had began. I had not squeezed a ball for a long time. It was so arousing. Tonia had love making sound piped into the arena. That added much to the sexual frenzy.

After an hour or so, the emcee announced: “We are ready for the first castration. Denise, please get on stage.” She was a tall beauty, with long flaming red hair. Her lover went up with her. The emcee handed Denise a knife. She grabbed the cock. The camera zoomed in. In one second, it was off. The cheering was thunderous. Then she pulled the ball sac very tight and cut it slowly. After it was also cut off, Denise lifted the cock and balls for all to see. But it was not over. The emcee brought over a little stand. Denise took the balls out of the ball sac and put it there. Then she took a mallet and smashed them. As the balls exploded, bits of testicle matter shot out from beneath the mallet. They were so hot they made love on the stage.

The next castratresses were Eve and her lover. They both had very short blonde hair. Eve sliced open the ball sac and popped them out. Then she put the balls on the stand. She smashed the left ball and her lover smashed the right ball while they were still attached. Then they cut off the cock.

Tonia really squeezed everything she could out of those balls. Five of the males were auctioned off in the arena. The winners castrated him right then and there. As the night went on, the sex became more and more intense. Several castratresses mounted the males before cutting off the cocks and balls. We also did that in our private room. Those lucky cocks really felt the tightness of some pussy before their castrations. One castratress stroked the cock until it shot its cum. As the first stream of hot white cum fly through the air to land on her tits, she cut off the cock, which continued to shoot hot white cum after it was severed. Every ball, after it was cut off, was taken out of the ball sac and smashed. Some were popped out of the ball sac, squeezed until they exploded while they were still attached. That was what I did too.

The orgy frenzy went on for two full days before all the males were castrated. It took us two weeks to recover.

Epilogue:

That huge orgy in Orsiana was the last of its kind. Rumor and gossip spread throughout the quadrant, each getting more exaggerated as it was passed on. Some even said that we let the cocks shoot their cum inside us. Bootleg memory crystals were sold in the black market. Finally the authorities started an investigation but nothing came of it. Tonia went into hiding for a while. We left the region for a year. Orgies became a lot smaller and much more discrete. In any case, there was no more big group of males captured after that. Maybe there was no more male out there. Maybe the war was really over.