Amazon Series: Part VI -- The Castration Apprentice

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I still remember the day I was chosen.  I was a young priestess 
then.   The High Priestess summoned me to her chamber.  As soon as I 
entered, I knew something serious was in store.  She was dressed in 
formal gown.  With her were two other high ranking priestesses, also 
formally dressed.  I made my salute.  The High Priestess took my 
hands and guided me to the small shrine in the chamber.  I kneeled 
and said a short prayer to Goddess.  Then the High Priestess dipped 
her finger into the gold cup of fragrant oil, and anointed me.  Then 
she said: "You have been chosen to be a castrater.  Priestess Camile 
will be your trainer."



I was almost in shock.  There was no indication that I would be 
chosen.  The door to the highest rank of priestess opened in front of 
me.  Every important priestess in Amazonia was a castrater.  In 
ancient time, after First Queen conquered the males, she had most 
males castrated and then issued the Castration Edict.  Every cock and 
ball in Amazonia must be cut off.  That meant both men and animals. 
The job was given to priestesses.  In every ceremony, the castrater 
priestess had a prominent role. Castration excites us sexually.  It 
was given to so few to actually do it.  



Camile was beautiful.  She was about five years older than me, 
already a fully qualifying castrater.  She would teach me everything 
and help me in every way.  For a while, she would have to do 
everything from the beginning again so I could learn.  She explained 
to me that it was a lot more than cutting off the cocks and balls.  I 
had to learn how to dress the wounds.   I had to learn a lot of 
ceremonies.  Every cock and ball in Amazonia ended up as an offering 
to Goddess.  



My first lesson was a horse.  Camile showed me how to stroke his 
cock, making it hard.  Every cock should be big and hard before we 
cut it off.  She showed me how to use my fingers and nails, how to 
grab and rub it.  She showed me the symptoms that it is about to 
shoot its cum and how to stop it.  It was amazing to feel the heat 
and pulse of the big hard cock.  We took half an hour before she 
handed me the knife.  I had seen castration before, but doing it was 
different.  I could not imagine how much it aroused me to actually do 
it. But an important part of the training was to control the lust.  
We had to finish the castration before we could make love. The 
horse’s owner would not be pleased with a dead horse.  She taught me 
how to tend the wound, how to prepare the cock and balls for 
offering. 



It took far too long to finish everything and gave the owner the cock 
and balls.  She took them into the temple.  Apprentices were not 
allowed to castrate anything inside the temple.  There was a special 
area for us to work.  Camile finally rewarded me with a deep long 
kiss.  My body was on fire.  I almost tore her clothes off.   It took 
seven orgasms to calm me down.  Afterwards, she stroke my hair and 
said: "You are as hot as I was the first time.  We are going to make 
love a lot."  We were still lovers, thirty years later.



It took me a year to get to the next stage: castrating a man.  It is 
totally different from castrating an animal.  Without cock and balls, 
he could not be a sex slave any more.  All castrations were 
sacrifices.  Castrating a man was a lot more exciting.  It was a lot 
harder to control the lust.  The ceremonies were a lot more 
elaborate.  I began by helping Camile.  It would be nearly a year 
before I weld the knife.



The harvest was great.  The High Priestess of the region decided to 
sacrifice a slave to make special offering.  Camile told me the day 
before that I would be the castrater.  I almost had an orgasm.  We 
went to the Temple’s Preparation Chamber just after sunset.  The 
temple was deserted.  The slave was already stripped, washed, and 
tied spread out to the sturdy X-shaped wooden frame.  Junior 
priestesses did it earlier.  We took off our lace gown and 
underwear.   His huge cock got hard.  Camile went to the table and 
got a bowl of oil.  I poured oil on the slave’s chest.  I had to rub 
his whole body with oil.  I did it slowly, my big tits swinging 
slightly.  He was getting aroused.  So was I.  Camile stood closely 
behind me.   Her body brushed my back slightly from time to time. 



The slave’s body was totally covered in flagrant oil, except his cock 
and balls.  I stood just in front of his cock, Camile holding my body 
from behind.  I dripped a few drops of oil on his cock.  Then I 
grabbed his balls and slowly massaged the oil into it.  I had never 
touched a man’s balls before.  He mourned with pleasure.  Then I did 
the same thing to his huge cock, so hot, so desperate for relieve.  
He thrust his hips up and down, fucking my hands.  I had no fear that 
he would cum.  All males had to wear the magic cock ring which 
stopped them from shooting their loads.



Camile’s hands were stroking my body.  She was kissing me.  I was 
still holding the huge cock inches from my pussy.  I wanted to feel 
it inside me.  I hesitated.  Nobody told me not to do it.  But I had 
seen animals do it before and hard to imagine it invading me.  
Finally, I mounted him.  Camile held me, supporting my body.  It was 
violent.  Pleasure racked my body.  It went on and on.  



When I finally regained control of myself, I was horrified.  What had 
I done?  "Nothing", said Camile.  "Slaves are not forbidden 
pleasure.  Goddess made them to pleasure us.  Every priestess enjoyed 
them the night before.  Many people went to the pleasure houses to 
enjoy the slaves.  You just have never enjoyed this pleasure."  
Embolden, I mounted him again, this time slower.  After many orgasms, 
I realized that Camile did not have any.  I told her it was her 
turn.  To my surprise, she refused.  "Tonight is for you."  I  was 
spent.  I got oil all over my body.  I put oil on the slave again, 
with special attention to the cock and balls.  Then Camile took me 
home.  



The High Priestess came out, chanting prayer.  Camile and I were 
behind her, followed by junior priestesses who carried the slave on 
the wooden frame.  Camile carried a golden tray with the gold knife 
and a small bottle of sacred oil.  A table had been set on the stone 
platform in front of the temple, with candles and incense burning.  
Many people were already there.  Castration always draws a big 
crowd.  After we said the prayers and made the offering, the High 
Priestess made the gesture for me to go ahead.



I walked to the frame, facing the crowd.  Everyone could see the 
castration.  Camile handed me the sacred oil.  I grabbed the cock 
with my left hand.  He trusted his hip, fucking my hand.  I poured 
the oil on his cock head and handed the bottle back to Camile.  I 
rubbed the oil on the cock head, chanting the prayer.  I was getting 
very excited.  Suddenly, I felt Camile’s hand on my back, calming me 
down.  I could not have done it properly without her help.  After the 
prayers, I held out my right hand and Camile gave me the knife.



There was no laws or tradition to tell the castrater how to do it.   
I talked with Camile many times.  I decided to cut of the cock with 
one quick stroke.  I wanted it as big and hard as possible.  The 
balls could take their time.  One swift stroke and the cock came off 
in my left hand.  I put it on the golden tray Camile held out.  The 
crowd cheered, jumping up and down.  I saw something else they could 
not see.  His hot white cum, now unrestricted by the magic cock ring, 
shot out with the blood.  I grabbed the balls, squeezed them hard a 
couple of times, just to see more cum shooting out.  Then I slowly 
cut off the sac with the balls in it.  They joined the cock on the 
golden tray.  I handed the knife to Camile and took the tray to the 
High Priestess.  She put it on the table, in the place of honor.  It 
is surrounded by several sets of animal cocks and balls we castrated 
earlier that morning.



From my first cock, it took me another three years to finish the 
training.  After I became a fully qualifying castrater. Camile told 
me the secret.  It was easy to learn all the technique and ceremony, 
but hard to control the lust.  That was the real difference between 
an apprentice and a fully qualified castrater.  Since then, I had 
remained close to Camile.  We are lovers still.  I had trained two 
apprentices.  I never became High Priestess.  I did not mind.  I 
loved to castrate cocks and balls.