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1. The Order
The order was given:- as a reprisal for various atrocities committed by the enemy, all prisoners of war were to be publicly castrated. Their humiliation was to be total - they were to be tied to a stake, stripped naked, whereupon their penises would be removed by a squadron of female soldiers. The severed cocks would be collected into a pile, and fed to some wild animals. 2. The Training I was just 17 at the time of the castration, and I had only been with training with my unit for two months, and we were keen to go into battle. One morning we were told to report to the main hall. At 8AM the hall soon filled with the female battalions, and the air buzzed with gossip and speculation as to the purpose of this unexpected gathering. Colonel Harker briskly marched in, and without preliminaries, came straight to the point. The Colonel told us about the castration decision. I was shocked, I could not believe it; "cut off ALL dicks?" I asked myself in amazement. Soon Colonel Harker came to the real news, that we would be executing the task, and that I and all my comrades would be castrating prisoners in 4 days. Practice would begin later that day. At 14.00 hours we were assembled in the parade ground for the first session. A single prisoner was led into the compound, hands tied behind his back. He looked to be no more than 25, a blond man with a huge muscular frame. He wore only regulation pants and his naked back bore the signs of a recent disciplinary injury. Sergeant Anderson explained what would happen, that on the day, each prisoner would be stripped, and without ceremony, his penis would be severed in a single blow of the knife. She produced such a blade, and our captive's eyes showed his first fear. "Jones" she barked at me, "come forward". I ran up to her. "Remove the prisoners garments" she commanded. Like a fool, I instantly knelt in front of him, to unfasten his pants and tug them sharply to his ankles. As I did so, his prick sprang out and hit me in the face - just as Anderson had intended! When the laughter subsided, Anderson explained the garments must be removed from behind the prisoner, for the obvious reason. "Some of these men may be aroused" she said, and pointed at his dick, which was indeed semi-erect. I tried to look at his cock without being seen; it was uncut, and looked very thick. I had, prior to that day, only seen two dicks, and they were both attached to 17 year old boys whereas this was a man's cock, and it seemed to be growing as I looked at it. Such a shame that this penis would be removed so soon. The rest of the afternoon was spent in practice. We all took turns in removing his pants, and swiftly positioning ourselves to take a firm hold of his cock, and then simulating with our free hand, the cutting blow. The prisoner had, by the end of the day, been fondled by 29 seventeen year old girls, and his dick was fully erect, though he still looked scared, with good reason! At 1700 hours Sergeant Anderson ordered us to line up. We stood in two ranks, facing the prisoner. "And now, since I can only demonstrate this once, observe closely" she commanded. Without warning and without ceremony, she removed the man's pants, grabbed his still erect cock with her left hand, and with a swift movement of the right arm, cut off his penis with one clean swipe. The man screamed and passed out, so he missed the sight of Anderson carrying his severed dick towards our ranks. Some of the girls looked pale, but nobody disgraced herself. A nurse was tending the prisoner's wound, as we looked at the bleeding cock; blood is my lasting memory of that day, blood from the victim's crotch and the bleeding of his severed member. 3. The Castration. Three days after the events described above, 49326 enemy prisoners had been moved to a giant compound, for the castration. I could see masses of men, through the wire as I approached, sitting in the rear of a truck. "49326 cocks will be cut off here today" I thought idly "and I must remove about 500 dicks". One hundred girls had been selected to perform the cutting, and I had been chosen. Some of my friends in the platoon teased me about all the penises I would be handling today. "If a guy looks nice, and has a nice cock, will you jack him off one last time?" was a typical question, but not asked in a serious tone. Presently, I and the other 99 cutters assembled in the compound. We could see the prisoners behind a wire, being Marshalled into the main area. Did they know what was to happen? Guards were tying the prisoners to stakes, having stripped each to the waist. We heard laughter from the guards, and an officer ran over to investigate; somehow a female prisoner had been present in the compound, and was not discovered until she too was stripped to the waist. The officer did a strange thing, he ordered that she be tied to a stake anyway. For one chilling moment I thought that this girl - about my age - was to be subjected to a genital mutilation, but I think now that is was mere titillation for themale guards. Her large breasts were plainly visible as she was secured. The stakes were numbered, and I was assigned numbers 3501 to 4000. A guard led me to my victims, and I walked past rows of prisoners, all secured, all scared. Did they know yet? At 1100 hours, the commander fired a pistol - the signal to begin. I walked up to my first prisoner, a boy of about my age. I wasted no time looking into his terrified eyes, simply moved around him, removed his pants with a single tug, took hold of his limp circumcised cock in my left hand, pulled it away from his body, and with a single stroke of my right hand, severed his penis just above the base. I ignored his screams, and those of the other victims, and moved swiftly to cut off my second cock. A guard had collected the severed dick of my first prisoner. Victim number two was older, probably an enemy officer. His penis was thicker, and longer, I recall, but it fell to my bloody knife in a single blow. I did my duty, I did not fail. I severed 500 penises that day. I enjoyed it, and it was with some sadness that I cut off my last cock. He was a very young boy, probably aged about 14 or 15, and he must have lied in order to fight. That did not prevent me taking his young dick in my hand, but I will admit that I gave it a brief play, just to get him slightly erect, in order to make the cutting easier. He cried as I cut off his cock. It only occurred to me after the event, that the later victims, having witnessed the killings, must have been incredibly terrified. I was told that some had ejaculated out of sheer terror - or possibly perverse pleasure. 49325 human penises were fed that night to the wild animals in the nearby city zoo.
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