The Extreme Corral

Story of drastic measures taken at slave training facility for 
rebellious slaves.  Ball nailing, electrical torture, castration, 
and penectomy

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The Extreme Corral


The “extreme corral” at Ms. Monica’s Slave Ranch and Training 
Academy was reserved as a last resort for breaking the most 
rebellious, recalcitrant, and stubborn male slave trainees.  Since 
most of the slaves-in-training at the Ranch had already lived for 
some time under dominant women, the extreme corral was very rarely 
needed.  The origins and individual circumstances of the males 
brought to the Ranch for advanced training and “polish” varied 
greatly.  Males were most often brought in by “wife” mistresses, 
but there were some enrolled by “girlfriend” mistresses as well.  
Less frequent were those brought in by mothers, step-mothers, 
aunts, and even sisters.  The ages of the enrollees also varied 
greatly, and the Ranch had processed boys as young as 12, and men 
as old as 60.

Most of the time, these males had already accepted, or had even 
sought a life of slavery to a woman, or to women in general.  But 
occasionally, an involuntary male was enrolled for the Ranch staff 
to break and train.  Even this was usually accomplished without too 
much fuss and bother, as the Ranch staff were all experts with 
years of experience in handling males of all types, backgrounds, 
and ages.  Very rarely however, a male arrived who had decided that 
the submissive slave lifestyle just wasn’t for him, and that he 
wasn’t going to be broken to serve by any means.  Even with these 
types, most were eventually made to “see the light” through a 
combination of beatings and whippings, food and sleep deprivation, 
humiliation, drugs, and constant psychological “brainwashing.”

But very, very rarely, there arrived one who resisted all these 
methods and who remained defiant, unbroken, and who even threatened 
the staff with physical violence if he ever got the chance.  Such 
was the situation today at the Ranch.  The enrollee was a young man 
of 24 who had had to be drugged to transport him to the Ranch.  The 
older woman who enrolled him thought that once in the dominant 
environment of the Ranch, he would soon lose his disobedient 
“macho” ways.  She was completely wrong, and the Ranch staff had to 
inform her that he had thus far resisted all their standard efforts 
to break and train him.  Now, all that was left was the “extreme” 
method which certainly would break him, but would also leave him 
greatly “changed” from the male who had been initially enrolled.  
The woman was asked if she wanted the extreme method to go forward, 
and she replied that they should do anything necessary to break 
that “stubborn male”, no matter what it entailed.

The staff at the Ranch began to prepare, and assembled the dozen or 
so males that presently made up the rest of the enrollees so they 
could witness what was about to happen.  The rebellious male was 
subdued with a stun-gun in his holding cell and his wrists were 
secured behind him with handcuffs.  Two of the largest, strongest 
staff members half-pulled, half-dragged the naked, struggling young 
man from the dorm cell building and down the path to the corral.  
Cattle prods were used to “coax” him up a movable set of steps 
which had been positioned adjacent to the fence rails at one side 
of the corral.  He was forced to straddle the top fence rail with 
his back against one of the large upright posts that extended 
vertically up past the top rail.  His knees were strapped together, 
and then tied to the second rail down.  
Next, his ankles were secured back to the upright post.  Finally, 
his wrists were momentarily freed, forced back behind the upright 
post, and re-secured.  Straddling the top fence rail, his penis and 
testicles were splayed out on its upper surface.  One of the staff 
now approached pushing a wheeled cart.  On it were a tractor 
battery, some wires with clips on the ends, two long nails, a 
hammer, a length of stainless steel wire, a pair of pliers, a round-
ended nylon rod, a bottle of liquid, and a long filleting knife.

One of the staff women stood on the steps beside the struggling, 
cursing male and told him that he had had all his chances to fall 
in line and obey.  Now it would be done the hard way.  Still 
defiant, he spewed out a string of curses at the woman and her 
parentage, but she now detected a measure of fear and uncertainty 
in his eyes, along with the defiance.  He had not really been 
paying much attention to the other staff woman, or to the cart she 
had pushed up next to the steps.  The woman he had just cursed now 
picked up one of the large, long nails and the hammer from the 
cart.  She casually held them up for him to see, and with a cruel 
smile, glanced down at his genitals.

Suddenly, there was real fear in the young man’s eyes; the defiance 
disappeared entirely.  He still tried to maintain a degree of his 
former macho attitude, and said that she would not dare to do what 
she had just hinted at.  But the growing fear in is eyes belied his 
brave words as she moved his penis aside with the back of her hand, 
and casually positioned the point of the nail to rest on his 
bulging right testicle.  Now all pretense of resistance was gone 
and he began to beg and plead.  As she brought the hammer up over 
the nail, he began to wail and blubber in terror, and promised that 
he would obey any order given him.  The woman just looked at him 
and sneered.  She said that she was quite certain he would obey 
once they were through with him.  She raised the hammer further, 
and he began to struggle wildly, screaming and cursing again all 
the while.

Then the hammer descended and the nail was driven almost through 
the man’s testicle.  It took a moment or two for the pain to 
register, but suddenly, his screaming reached a new level as the 
agony tore through him.  The hammer rose and fell again, and this 
time the nail went all the way through and into the fence rail 
below.  The man’s entire body went into spasms and his screams 
continued unabated.  The woman picked up the second nail, 
positioned it over his left testicle, and the hammer fell again.  
With a final blow, the second nail was also driven through and into 
the rail.  It took nearly five minutes before the young man’s 
wailing screams subsided into sobs and moans, which was what the 
woman had been waiting for.  The assembled contingency of slaves-in-
training witnessing this event stood silent in wide-eyed horror, 
each clearly absorbing the moral of the demonstration.  “Screw up, 
and this could be you.”  

The woman now reached down and picked up two of the wires with 
clips on their ends.  She clipped a wire to each of the nail heads 
protruding from the man’s impaled testicles, and then clipped the 
other ends to the tractor battery.  The man’s body snapped back in 
a taut bow as the electric current blasted through his already 
wounded gonads.  His eyes bulged in unspeakable agony as his mouth 
worked, but no sounds came out.  Suddenly, he managed to draw a 
ragged breath and began to shriek in a wavering, high-pitched 
wail.  
His whole body began to convulse and jerk madly as the electricity 
completed the destruction of his testicles.  Steam, smoke, and a 
few sparks were beginning to issue from his discolored and half-
cooked sac when the woman finally unclipped the wires.
  
By now, the man was barely conscious and only half-responded when 
she used a claw hammer to rip the nails out of his testicles, 
smashing them in the process.  She took up the stainless-steel wire 
and the pliers, cut a length off, and made a twisted loop which she 
placed over the man’s bleeding, swollen sac.  She began to twist 
the wire with the pliers, and the loop tightened.  Tighter and 
tighter she twisted, and the man began to moan as the wire sank 
nearly out of sight into the soft tissue of the neck of his 
scrotum.  When she was satisfied with the tension, she cut the wire 
twist and rolled the free end up into a curl.

She threw a glass of water in his face, waved a vial of smelling 
salts under his nose, and he was brought more or less back to 
consciousness.  Then she picked up the razor-sharp boning knife and 
made sure that he saw it clearly.  She reached down and grasped the 
ruin of his scrotum, and further crushed and twisted it as she 
stretched it out from him.  He began to scream again from this new 
assault as the woman positioned her knife just down from the wire 
tourniquet around his sac.  With slow, deliberate, sawing slices - 
she began to cut off the screaming man’s scrotum and testicles.  By 
now, he was so weak that his screams came in hoarse gasps as the 
woman continued to slowly cut off his sac.  Then, with a final 
slice, she was finished.  She held up the bleeding, ragged bag 
containing his ruined testicles before his eyes, and then up high 
for the rest of the slaves to witness.  She held it there for a few 
moments before throwing it onto the dirt floor in the center of the 
corral.

Now the woman picked up the round-ended nylon rod in one hand and 
the man’s limp penis in the other.  Roughly, she began to insert 
the rod up his urethra.  He began to moan again as it was forced 
dryly and painfully up the extremely sensitive, tender tissue 
inside his penis.  The woman felt the duct of the urethral canal on 
the underside of his penis to make sure that the rod went fully 
through, and she motioned for the other woman to hand her the knife 
again.  She cut a round plug of tissue out of the bottom of the 
man’s urethra just at the spot where it emerged out from over the 
stump of his severed scrotum.  Then she dipped a swab in the 
bottle, chemically cauterized the edges of the new hole so they 
wouldn’t grow together, and removed the rod.

The other woman handed her the rest of the wire and the pliers, and 
she made another twisted loop.  She placed it over the man’s penis 
and positioned it just down from the new opening in the bottom side 
of his urethra, and began to twist it tight. This elicited new 
gasps and moans from the man, as with the scrotal tourniquet, it 
was twisted it so tightly that it nearly sank out of sight. The 
woman clipped the twisted end, rolled it, and took up her knife 
once more.

Once again the nearly unconscious man was brought around with 
smelling salts and water so he could be fully aware of what was 
about to happen.  The second woman now grabbed him by the hair and 
pulled his head down so he could clearly see what was to come.  The 
woman with the knife took hold of his rapidly darkening penis and 
pulled it out as far as she could.  The man only moaned until her 
knife began to cut into him.  Then he began screaming weakly again 
as the woman slowly and deliberately sliced through his penis.  
The last threads of tissue parted and the woman now held up the 
blood-dripping, severed penis for the man to see.  Then, like his 
scrotum and testicles, she held it up for the rest of the slaves to 
view and ponder.  The wire tourniquet prevented any bleeding from 
the stump, and the new hole would allow the man to urinate with the 
wire in place.  With a look of faint disgust, the woman tossed the 
penis out into the dirt next to the man’s scrotum and testicles. 
Both women began to untie him, but had to hold him up to keep him 
from falling.  It took a few minutes before he could stand after 
his wrists were again handcuffed behind his back, and both women 
had to support him as he was taken back to his dorm holding cell.  

The assembled slaves-in-training were dismissed back to their 
duties and classes with the admonition to do their very best if 
they wished to avoid what they had just witnessed.  The new eunuch 
was kept drugged and sedated while he recovered, which took about a 
month.  The small dried-up remainder of his severed scrotum and its 
wire tourniquet eventually fell off as the skin grew together above 
the wire.  The penis tourniquet and stump took a bit longer, but 
they too later withered and fell off.

The episode worked as intended; he was completely broken in spirit 
as well as in body.  With no scrotum or testicles at all, and no 
more than a nub-sized stump of a penis to show he had ever had 
anything at all, he went through a period of depression.  But, the 
Ranch staff knew how to handle that.  Gradually, by use of anti-
depressant drugs and through mental conditioning, they brought him 
around to see that it had all been his own doing, and that he was 
now in a better position than before to be an excellent slave.  One 
that his mistress would be proud of when she finally took 
repossession of him following his training and rehabilitation by 
the Ranch staff.