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Castration Party: The Reckoning
by Vengeance (address withheld)

***

Castrated men get a fitting revenge on the women who 
did it to them. (M+/F+, nc, v, mutilation, tor)

***

It's in grim reflection just past afternoon I lean 
against the light post in front of a rather fashionable 
restaurant, a place which won't be opened until the 
early evening. A waiting game I'd done just like this 
many years back.

Only then I'd been a man. Not the emasculated eunuch I 
am now, though to look at me you'd think I was a world 
class athlete.

My face also looked different then. For since that time 
I'd underwent long sessions of cosmetic surgery to 
alter my appearance. Then as well there were the daily 
shots of male hormones and testosterone patches to 
compensate for those elements of manhood my body was no 
longer capable of making of its own accord.

At these memories I half snarled, then regretted the 
action. Where after looking around I triple checked I 
was not observed. Either plainly with interest or 
covertly, for I'd come much too far now to be undone by 
so foolish a slip up.

Finding the sidewalk deserted with no one looking at me 
from either the light or shadows I returned to my 
casual demeanor. Then stifled my further oncoming flood 
of anger at the memory of my one time virility, for 
virile I once had been. 

That was until partly in lust and partly in need of 
extra cash I'd answered an ad placed in one of the 
local Chicago based porn tabloids.

The advertisement was supposedly from a minor producer 
of soft-core, feminine domination movies. And they were 
looking for some male actors who wouldn't feel 
squeamish pretending to be under the heel of a woman.

What it had turned out to be to my everlasting horror 
and regret was an engagement of the most sadistic kind. 
For as it was the moment I'd gotten into the car 
apparently sent to pick me up for the event I should 
have been suspicious. And this since by the seating 
arrangement there was a woman driving the car, then one 
in the back seat. While it wasn't until about a block 
from where the pair picked me up I'd felt a sting on my 
neck. So it was then I discovered my mistake. 

Or rather discovered it after immediately blacking out, 
where with conception of time lost it seemed as fast I 
immediately awoke. Only to find myself bound nude to a 
table which seemed to be of the medical, examining 
kind.

Alone in the room looking at a blank television screen 
at the foot of the table I'd set to calling for someone 
to come and let me know what the hell was going on? 
Only to have an absolutely gorgeous woman answer my 
summons with the stern warning that if I didn't quiet 
down I would have to be gagged.

I explained to her then I'd answered an ad to be in a 
movie. And that instead I'd been kidnapped. And she'd 
agreed that yes I was kidnapped but only because had I 
known what the movie was about I probably wouldn't have 
volunteered.

Yet nonetheless she explained I would still star in a 
movie. And then right after they would put me back were 
they found me.

It had been at that point another attractive woman had 
come into the room. Where upon seeing my apparent lack 
of alarm she commented to the other woman as to how 
knowledgeable I was to my fate.

The first woman then explained she'd just been getting 
to that. While it was after to my horror and disbelief 
I learned these women were part of a cadre of women who 
got their rocks off on the emasculation of men through 
castration.

After she told me local anesthesia would be used so I 
would feel little or no pain. It was then I'd set to 
screaming and struggling against my bonds. But the 
table it seemed was more a piece of furniture suited to 
holding down the terminally insane than say someone on 
intravenous feeding in a hospital so I found my efforts 
useless.

With my attack of panic I soon found a ball gag stuck 
in my mouth then secured at the back of my head. While 
after that either to further torment me or for reasons 
known only to them they turned on the prior noted 
television.

The screen had then blazed to life with images of naked 
bodies engaged in various sex acts. While after when 
the two women left I wondered if this might not all be 
some sort of hoax. Something designed to invoke a more 
down-to-earth response from me during what I hoped in 
the end would just be a realistic S&M movie without the 
gore. Using instead realistic prosthetics, this so by 
appearance it approached the darker realm of snuff 
films.

With this hopeful notion and stimulus of the movie it 
was despite the severity of the situation and lurking 
possibility they might actually be on the level and 
really where going to castrate me. That hating myself 
for my body's betrayal I found myself becoming aroused. 
While with it I had to agree if I truly felt the threat 
was real such a thing would be impossible. As indeed it 
would be. For such a thing as sexual arousal is an 
impossibility for a man who is under threat or duress. 
Such a physical response just can't happen.
 
Relaxing then, wondering when this show would actually 
get on the road it was presently I found a series of 
women entering the room. Where it seems in a bid to 
torment me they'd strutted around asking inane 
questions which with my being gagged I couldn't answer.

"How do you feel about losing your balls?" Some had 
asked. I mean if this was the real thing then how the 
fuck did they think I felt about it? How the hell would 
they feel about loosing their breasts or something 
along that line?

As if reading my mind one of them had even exposed her 
breasts to me, and then espoused her wonderment if I 
would be interested in them after my balls were gone. 
And then conceded aloud I probably wouldn't.

It was with these things I again felt alarm rise, 
because if this all was designed to invoke a realistic 
response, well then it certainly was working.

Returning to the present and the restaurant I waited in 
front of it was forcefully I put on a smile to cover 
the true emotions that lurked beneath my nonchalant 
surface. For as it had been the women hadn't been 
kidding me at all about their fondness of castrating 
men. 

This I had quickly learned when the second woman I'd 
met who'd been called Lynn came into the room. Where 
after setting up a tray of assorted surgical 
instruments, and then injecting my scrotum and 
testicles with something which eliminated my sense of 
feeling in the region. It had been afterwards with what 
looked to be practiced, surgical precision she opened 
the fleshy sack containing my testicles. Where then 
after extracting the contents it had been after tying 
the cords holding my testosterone and sperm makers that 
in turn she deftly removed them. All to the 
disgustingly sensual Oohs and Ahhs of the observing 
women.
 
I'd been in shock and denial that what had transpired 
had in fact transpired. For the very self-serving 
sadism of the act decried the fact it could be real. 
While then even as I watched Lynn carefully suture my 
opened ball sack closed again I couldn't believe it. 
Not even when my testicles, floating in alcohol 
enclosed in a glass jar were held in front of my face 
so I could see them did I believe it.

Yet when I awakened an unknown amount of time later 
like some drunkard against the foundation of the 
building I'd began my horrific journey from. It was 
just the same the ache in my crotch told me it had been 
no dream. That in fact my means for carrying on the 
line of my family was gone.

I felt unable to move the hurt was so great. While then 
presently I was able to flag a passing police car.
 
Needless to say they'd thought me some sort of lunatic 
to have come up with such a story. But their skepticism 
had soon turned to shock when on arrival at the local 
hospital it was confirmed by the doctors there I had 
indeed been castrated.

It had been immediately I'd requested to be injected 
with testosterone so I would be able to hold on and 
keep some degree of my manhood. And the doctors had 
readily agreed to put me on a regular program of 
hormones that would give me a semblance of still being 
a male.

I'd told the police everything I possibly could. While 
it was then in true regret they informed me the 
likelihood of their ever catching these perpetrators 
was a highly unlikely thing.

Months later after much counseling, it was while 
sitting home and going through the mail I found a 
letter from a legal firm. Where upon opening it, then 
reading its contents I learned my grandmother had 
passed away. And truly I'd been grieved by this 
information, because always she and I had been close.

However despite this there had been a tragic upside. 
For my grandmother had been married to a sharp man 
who'd gotten in on the ground floor of Aramaco oil when 
they'd first set up shop in Arabia. While then with the 
death of my grandfather my grandmother had been worth 
an estimated half-billion dollars. A quarter of which I 
found was now left to me.

With this incredible sum of money I enrolled myself in 
a number of schools. One that taught the profession of 
private investigation, one that taught martial arts and 
one that taught gynecology and related female 
anatomical medical science.

While still in these classes, it was with the courses 
taken which I drank down like a thirsting man I found 
through intensive research that other like crimes of 
castration had been perpetrated world over against 
other men. 

After an extensive and time consuming search of 
national police records I found two other cases which 
seemed similar to mine. 
 
One of the men lived in New York while the other lived 
in San Francisco. Where it was armed with these leads 
and my new skills I'd quickly tracked them down even 
though they had both moved and changed their names. 

It had been after comparing notes with them I came to 
learn we'd all been victims of the same group of 
females. While it had been with this news I made an 
offer to the men, an offer of tracking down these women 
with no expenses spared. Then of putting an end to 
their sick fetish so other men would not have to endure 
what we had.
 
The man I'd located in San Francisco who'd assumed the 
name Sam really wasn't much interested. In all with not 
having kept up any regime of hormone replacement if 
he'd once had a deep voice it was now effeminate, while 
as well he'd lost most all his muscle mass, along with 
his beard and a great deal of body hair.
 
If anything he was passive about the whole thing. That 
was until with entreaty alongside Frank, the other man 
I'd located in New York and who now accompanied me he 
finally succumbed. Then agreed that since I would be 
sponsoring him and Frank in this endeavor he would 
again take up his hormone replacement shots and enroll 
in the courses I set forth. 

As it was not long after once the hormones took hold on 
him, his desire for retribution became as fevered and 
anxious as Frank's and mine's was. So it was then 
together we had our faces altered through cosmetic 
surgery. This so we would be unrecognizable to any 
who'd known us in the past. Including the women, who 
unbeknownst to them had brought us together for our 
venture.

It was then also diligently under the guidance of our 
tutors we sharpened our bodies and minds for the task 
that was to come. While it was after but a year later 
with our intense training and grueling work-outs we 
were all licensed private investigators with concealed 
firearms permits and certified gynecologists who were 
lethal in the martial arts.

Utilizing our combined skills it was again in going 
through stacks upon stacks of police records we found a 
fairly recent accounting of a man in New York who'd 
been abducted, then castrated by an unidentified group 
of females.
 
Taking a gambol the women where following a pattern we 
surmised their next victim would be a man in Chicago. 
Though in taking no chances we split up and caught 
flights to all three of the cities we suspected the 
women operated in. 

Frank flew to his prior home turf of New York while Sam 
headed back to San Francisco. And as for me it was to 
my port of Chicago.
 
We all then kept in close contact with each other as we 
hit the mean streets and seedy neighborhoods of our 
respective cities. Where then visiting each and every 
porno shop or underground location we bought 
informants, porn news sheets, rags and mags looking for 
any ads or indications someone was looking for 
submissive male talent to star in a fem-dom movie.
 
During our searches we found quite a few such ads. All 
which panned out to be casting attempts being made by 
known reputable or ill-reputable business enterprises 
depending on how you looked at it 

It was then a lucky break one of our informants brought 
Sam a flier he'd been given. Something upon examination 
word for word had very nearly matched the ad the three 
of us to our downfall had earlier in our lives 
answered.

The flier contained a phone number and no address. Just 
as the ads we'd replied to. So it was with plane 
tickets in hand Frank and I made for San Francisco to 
meet up with Sam. 

Again returning from my remembrances to the present I 
reflected how it was here and now in that city with my 
appearance thusly altered. That armed with a pair of 
side arms. My clothing and body infested with listening 
and tracking devises like a Déjà vu I awaited a coming 
automobile, one with any luck that would contain a lady 
driver, then a passenger woman in the back seat.

I struggled to not fidget and remain calm. For earlier 
I'd eaten a handful of Benzedrine. And this was just in 
case I should somehow get snagged and injected with 
whatever dope it was these women used to subdue the men 
they got into their car.

It was my hope the speed in my system would put off the 
effects of the drug long enough for Sam and Frank who 
waited in cars in the wings to come to my rescue. 
Though that would only happen if there was and apparent 
threat to my life. Because the plan was the moment I 
got into the car I would draw my side arms, and then 
bring the two women to compliance. 

Where then with Frank and Sam joining us the women 
would be forced with extreme prejudice to take us to 
their hidden lair and the other women. While if it 
didn't turn out that way and I should by some fantastic 
means get injected. Then Frank and Sam would follow us 
by sight and technology of the tracking devices on and 
in my person in their separate cars to the destination.

Even as I finished the scenario in my mind an 
automobile pulled up. And so hard pressed was I in my 
delight I was unable to hold back my smile.
 
Lynn who I recognized was in the back seat. While a 
woman I didn't recall was driving.

"You here for the movie audition?" The driver smiled 
and called passed the open passenger side window.

Standing from were I'd squatted I brushed my hands down 
my pants legs. "That I am." I answered and smiled back. 
"And might you be one of the stars of the film?"

Shaking her head she laughed in partial reply. "No but 
Samantha in the back seat is."
 
Looking in through the open window while I opened the 
car door I took further note of the woman I knew as 
Lynn. Wondering then for no important reason what her 
name might actually be.

Climbing into the car like a well oiled clock the gun 
concealed in my shoulder holster beneath my sport coat 
then another from a back belt clip appeared in my 
hands. While then instantly their business ends were in 
the women's faces.

"If either of you bats an eyelash it will be the last 
thing you ever do. "HARRY, GEORGE ALL'S CLEAR COME ON 
IN." 

As the microphones concealed on my person passed the 
coded message on to Sam and Frank it was then I stuck 
the gun I had on the driver into her side. "Drive now."

Terror in her eyes she nodded her agreement then put 
the car into drive. Where then after looking over her 
shoulder she stepped on the gas and sped down the 
street.

I kept my eyes on Lynn. "Where is the syringe?"

She responded with puzzlement on her face. "What 
syringe, what do you mean?"

Without hesitation I stuck the small, twenty-two 
caliber semi automatic held on her deeply into her 
thigh and then pulled the trigger.

As long as the gun was an automatic or semi automatic 
nothing muffled the sound of it going off better than a 
human body. So the sound of the gunfire was quite muted 
while most of the noise came from Lynn as she screamed.

"Shut up or I will shoot you again. Now where is that 
syringe?"
 
It was while sobbing in pain she stuck her hand into 
the space where the seat and backrest joined. While 
then she brought forth what I'd asked for.

"Good now toss it gently up here with me."

Still sobbing with the pain she nodded her compliance 
then tossed it so it landed on the front seat next to 
me. "Is that it? You have any others for back up?" With 
my query I pushed the barrel of the twenty-two into her 
other thigh to let her know I meant business. While it 
was with extreme agitation and sincerity she shook her 
head no.

After nodding my agreement with her I took a quick look 
around. "Turn right into this alley. Then into the 
first store loading dock you come to. We're going to 
sit tight for a little bit."

The driver nodded her understanding to me then followed 
my directions to a T. While when she turned the key off 
in the ignition so the engine stopped I hazarded a 
glance at Lynn and found she was growing pale from loss 
of blood.

Sticking the twenty-two between my thigh and the front 
seat backrest I was leaning on for support I quickly 
removed my tie then tossed it to her. "Tie it around 
your thigh between the wound and your crotch. Not too 
tightly though or you'll suffocate your whole leg."

It was then Frank and Sam arrived and knocked on the 
car door windows.

"Open it for them." I gestured to the two women to 
carry out my order. While when they did Sam shoved the 
driver closer to me then took the wheel. Even as Frank 
in the back seat took a knife from his pocket then cut 
Lynn's pant leg open so he could better examine her 
wound.

It was but an instant later he looked at me then 
nodded. "As planned you missed all major arteries and 
veins while the bullet itself made a clean exit." He 
then extracted from a pack he had with him a syringe of 
his own. However it wasn't filled with the same stuff 
these women used on unsuspecting men. 

Taking the syringe Lynne had provided I rolled down my 
window then squirted its contents on the pavement. 
Where then after snapping the syringe I tossed it out 
after.
 
In looking at the syringe Frank held I took it Lynn 
must have thought it contained poison. And this was 
because the panic on her face was plain. While when 
Frank saw it he only laughed at her plight. "Don't 
worry. It's just a local anesthetic."

After injecting the area around her wound it was 
shortly we could see the relief on Lynne's face. While 
then with little time to spare Frank forced what for 
all intents and purposes was a skyrocket fuse through 
the hole in her leg. Then after producing a lighter 
from his pocket set it aflame.

Even though the feeling of Lynn's thigh was dimmed it 
wasn't completely gone. So when the gunpowder infested 
wick scorched its way through her thigh and cauterized 
the wound she screamed and then feinted.

I then turned my attentions to the former driver of the 
car. "What's your name? And nothing phony because in 
the end you will tell us anything we ask you." I then 
glanced at the wounded Lynn in the back seat to stress 
my meaning.

"My name, my name is Shirley. Oh please, please don't 
hurt me. This is my first outing on one of these 
things."

In reply I growled at her. "First, last, what the fuck 
do I care?" It doesn't make you any better than Lynne 
here. To me you're nothing but a sick, self-centered, 
piece of shit that really has no business being alive. 
I don't think you actually understand what it is your 
twisted little fetish actually costs the men you 
indulge them on. So now what you are going to do like a 
good little vixen is tell my friend next to you exactly 
where it is we are going."

I then pushed the barrel of the gun already in her side 
all the harder into her ribs so she winced in pain. 
"AND I MEAN YOU'LL TELL HIM NOW! And no trying to take 
us in circles because I won't use a gun to kill you 
unless I have to. If need be we'll find a nice out of 
the way place. Where then using a scalpel I can 
separate your skin from the muscle it covers and peel 
it away from your body as slowly as I can until you 
scream with pain then in defeat take us were we want to 
go."

Her eyes wide she nodded her understanding, and then 
began giving directions to Sam. Who in turning the key 
in the ignition then setting his foot to the gas 
followed them to the letter.

It was along the way Lynne revived. While when we 
reached a building in a warehouse district I turned to 
her. "Okay what is it that happens now?" While with the 
query as before I set the barrel of the twenty-two to 
her other thigh.

Her mouth open after looking at the gun she then turned 
her attention to me. "Now I go to the door and get help 
to bring our man inside."

I nodded my understanding to her. "Good then let's do 
it. You try any funny business. Change any passwords 
you might have and you will be the first to die. Do you 
understand this?"

It was with much emphasis she nodded her understanding 
then opened the car door. Where then Frank with a large 
brought along knapsack and drawn gun followed her.
 
Sam then exited the car followed by Shirley, then me, 
where with Lynne leading the way we walked to the 
doorway of a bunker-like, warehouse.

Lynne knocked on the door five times. Where then after 
a voice on the other side answered.
 
"Who is it?" 
 
"It's me, Lynne. Open up I have our prize waiting in 
the car."

The moment I heard the lock of the door turn I quickly 
shoved Lynne out of the way. While when the door began 
to open I threw my full weight against it, and then was 
inside.

I'd knocked the woman opening the door on her ass. 
Where as I now looked at her while leveling both guns I 
found I recognized her.
 
"Hello Jenne. It's been awhile. You still look pretty 
hot even though I have to say it doesn't do a thing for 
me." Looking across the room which was a small office 
space I found two other women pressed against the wall.

One of them made for a door which I imagined led to the 
room that would have the operating table. While as she 
did I recognized her as the one who'd flaunted her 
breasts in my face. "Unless you want to be dead with 
your next step I'd advise you to hold it right where 
you are."
 
As Frank led a limping and bloodied Lynne into the room 
the woman's eyes grew wide, while then she nodded her 
agreement to me.

Sam quickly followed with his gun pressed into 
Shirley's back. While then once we were all inside he 
closed the door.

Leaving Frank and Sam to keep the women covered I made 
my way into the next room. Where as surmised I found 
the operating table, VCR and television all set up and 
ready to go.

"Alright men bring those ladies in here. We can get 
started right away."

As the women filled into the room Sam was followed by 
Frank who still carried the knapsack he'd brought from 
the car. While it was after Sam closed the door Frank 
took several rolls of duct tape from the bag.

Using the guns I gestured around the room. "Ladies your 
clothing, GET RID OF IT NOW!"

As they looked in surprise and wonderment at each other 
I stuck the twenty-two into my pocket. Then moving to 
Jenne grabbed her by the back of the head, then 
breaking a few of her teeth with my actions shoved the 
other gun I had which was a forty-five caliber semi-
automatic into her mouth. While when she cried out in 
pain then spit out pieces of broken teeth I looked at 
the women. "I meant take them off NOW! If I have to say 
it again Jenne here won't any longer have a head, then 
the rest of you will follow."
 
It was with panicked and hurried motions the women 
began to undress. While when they finished and were 
standing nude Frank nodded at them. "Ladies move to the 
center of the room, and then lay next to each other 
head to foot." 
 
Many of them flinched as they sat, then laid on the 
cold concrete floor. Where as I ripped Jenne's clothing 
from her then shoved her to the ground to join her 
friends I took the twenty-two from my pocket and kept 
them all covered with both guns. 
 
The bodies lay next to each other in alternated 
positions so when I walked by them it was feet, head, 
feet, head, feet, head. 

Frank started at one end, Sam the other. "Ladies I want 
your legs spread like you're getting ready to fuck. DO 
IT NOW!" 

As the women spread their legs their feet in the 
armpits of the woman next to them. My partners in 
vengeance began taping the arms and hands of those 
women to the spread legs so they lay flush along them. 

This would prevent usage of any limbs by either party 
and would force them all to lie fixed in a semi spread 
arms and fully spread legs position.

"To you women on the ends who still have a free arm and 
leg. Move either a fraction of an inch and we will 
simply have to AMPUTATE them to eliminate the problem. 
Are we clear on this?"

My question was answered with hasty nods of agreement. 
While then Sam and Frank brought forth from our 
knapsack handfuls of prepared syringes.

Returning my weapons to their holsters I then gathered 
some of the syringes. "Since you gave us the service of 
desensitization we are going to return the favor. You 
see whether you might recognize us or not we three were 
all once "guests" at your sinister parties. 
 
With that Frank, Sam and I dropped our pants then 
presented our captive audience with our once emptied 
flap of flesh that dangled from our scrotums. "To look 
at us you'd never know the three of us had once been 
unwilling guests at your parties. That's right. Though 
it looks like we have testicles we don't. What our ball 
sacks now contain is medical, prosthetic testicles 
doctors implant in men who have to be medically 
castrated. 

Usually due to such things as testicular or prostate 
cancer. While with our hormonal treatments and the 
testosterone patches that give us continual doses of 
that male, libido necessity it's been with regular 
visits to a sex therapist I can now have an erection. 
Hell I can even orgasm. Although of course there isn't 
any sperm in my ejaculate, and the semen that does come 
out won't even fill a thimble." 

I then grew angry. 

"Sick stupid, fucking cunts! These sacks of flesh once 
held our manhood and means of carrying on our families 
line. "DO YOU REALIZE THAT BECAUSE OF YOU MY FAMILY'S 
LINE DIES WITH ME?! Did any of you actually consider 
what far reaching effects your momentary thrill of 
removing a man's manhood truly incurs? Did you!? Well I 
am sure you did, but in your sick selfishness you just 
didn't care did you."

After pulling our pants up we set to injecting the 
local anesthetics held by the syringes into the women's 
labia's. Then to areas on either side of their abdomens 
just below their navels, then finally their breasts 
where they connected to their ribs.

Frank then brought forth a number of quality leather-
harness ball gags which he distributed to us, after 
which we set to affixing them in place on the women. 
"Though you have so far been silent this is necessary. 
Because once we start on you I promise there will be 
screaming whether you feel any of what we do to you or 
not."

It was then after preparing our instruments of surgery 
we set to performing radical mastectomies on the women. 
As for our scalpels they were electrocautery knives. 
That was electric scalpels which used heat to minimize 
bleeding. Where then after opening the underside of 
their breasts with smile shaped incisions which 
followed the natural curve. 

It was then using forceps to stop un-cauterized 
bleeding when necessary we smirked at each other. For 
just as we had promised them they would do the women 
screamed mutedly as we removed the entirety of their 
mammary glands and nodes. Then the surrounding fat 
until nothing but the pectoral muscle of the chest 
beneath remained.

We then with great meticulousness trimmed and sutured 
the remaining dermis and epidermis flush. While when 
we'd finished it was taking in our work we found by 
appearance the women had chests nearly 
indistinguishable from those of adolescent males.

Three of the women had feinted from the shock of seeing 
these parts of themselves brought out and into the 
light. So it was to them we administered smelling salts 
because we wanted them aware of each step we were 
taking with their corrective surgery.
 
After giving the women follow up shots of local 
anesthesia in their labia's and Mons Veneris, the pad 
of soft fatty tissue that covered the pubic bone. It 
was again using our electric scalpels with cuts running 
the length of their clitoris's we opened the hood which 
covered them. While then with cuts between the inner 
and outer lips on either side of their vagina's we 
exposed their bulbs of the vestibule which many doctors 
felt should be renamed bulbs of the clitoris. 

These bulbs were located internally on either side of 
the entranceway of the vagina. Embryo-logically as it 
was connected to the rest of the clitoris by fibrous 
bands. While As to their function it seemed that like 
the clitoris they were an erectile tissue which became 
engorged during sexual arousal. Something it was 
thought facilitated intercourse by stiffening the walls 
of the vaginal opening.

Carefully separating them from the surrounding tissues 
we brought them forth. While as to their appearance 
they nearly resembled testicles. And just as testicles 
where connected by lengths of venous tubing to the 
seminal path in the male penis where sperm was 
ejaculated from, so were the vestibule bulbs connected 
by the fibrous tissue to the female clitoris.
 
It was following the paths of these fibrous bands we 
made more incisions to further reveal them. While when 
we again reached the mons at the top of the hood where 
they joined their now exposed clitorises prior sheathed 
in the external hoods. It was with practiced dexterity 
learned on corpses tagged for such instruction. 

We then unreservedly removed the inverted six to seven 
inch Y shaped organ from our lady patients. And since 
it was an organ which had no female function other than 
the providing of pleasure, it wouldn't affect their 
physical health in any fashion with its loss.

Again we had to utilize smelling salts to revive some 
of our patients. While then like fishermen with prized 
catches we displayed for them our trophies of female 
pleasure organs while listening to their muted screams 
or cries of disbelief.

It was again after painstakingly suturing their wounds 
so there would be no disfigurement that with refresher 
injections of anesthesia on either side, just below 
their navels we made incisions over the area's which 
housed their reproductive organs. For our plan was to 
give them partial hysterectomies and remove their 
ovaries.

Again as with all these surgeries they'd unwillingly 
participated in there was much muted screaming and more 
un-listened to pleas for mercy from behind the ball 
gags in their mouths. While again using smelling salts 
to revive those among them who'd passed out. We then 
showed them their organs of reproduction so they would 
know they wouldn't be having anymore children. For by 
indication of past pregnancy it appeared two of them at 
some point in their lives had given birth.

As it was now none of these women would any longer have 
any interest in sexual intercourse, or much anything to 
do with sex for that matter. For with the complete 
removal of their clitorises and ovaries sexual desire 
as well had been taken from them. 

In looking at the bloody bodies we took it each woman 
had lost a half pint or little more of blood, so none 
of them was going to die from blood loss. While then 
after we finished suturing these final wounds Frank 
took the last item from the knapsack, and then clamped 
it to the edge of the operating table in the room. 
Where then as the women watched he affixed the nozzle 
on it to the end a length of pig intestine taken from a 
jar of saline solution.
 
We saw by the women's expressions they recognized the 
mechanism. While when Frank began turning the attached 
hand crank then feeding it their ovaries, mammary 
glands and clitoris's the room was filled with even 
more muted screams as he ground up the contents while 
the mechanism then fed it into the pig intestine. 

After the length of pig intestine was filled with the 
women's ground up organs he twisted the length closed 
at six inch intervals then tied them off. 

Taking the length of grotesque meat sausages we laid it 
across the bodies of the women. "Well ladies how do you 
like this dose of your own medicine eh? How do you like 
knowing that nevermore will you be interested in sex? 
Or maybe with medical treatment only a little, knowing 
that even if you get hormone shots to inspire interest 
that never will there be any payoff, that orgasms will 
now be a thing beyond your capability. 

"You see we are one up on you there in that department 
with our removal of your clitorises, our own dose of 
vengeance and bit of payback. As for the rest how does 
it feel knowing you can no longer provide your husbands 
or boyfriends with any offspring? How does it feel no 
longer being either a man or a woman but only an "it." 
For even with our limited sexual abilities with what 
you took from us we are still not men but only its."

Letting them wide eyed ponder this we moved amongst 
them and provided injections of Demerol that would put 
them under then out for a few hours. 
 
As they one by one succumbed we cut the duct tape that 
held them captive away, and then left behind handfuls 
of codeine to either commit suicide with or help ease 
their pain when they awoke.

It was afterwards we went through their clothing and 
purses, then removed any and all of their 
identification. 

We did this so they would know once they found the 
items missing we would be able to find them any time we 
cared to. While all in all we doubted with sincerity 
they would go to the police. While then even if they 
ended up in hospital, which they probably would since 
we'd left no sort of drainage for their wounds. 

It would be once police arrived they would be forced to 
deny any knowledge of their attackers. Because if they 
did happen to recall anything as it were, it would then 
with the following investigation inevitably come to 
light they were not so much victims. As they were the 
ones responsible for any number of kidnappings and male 
castrations, something that would guarantee them all 
life sentences in prison. 

By our viewpoint it was a tit for tat fulfillment of 
justice. Were just as Frank, Sam, and I. Then any 
number of other men had to go through our remaining 
days as sexless creatures. So as well now would these 
ex-women who'd made us that way.

After the event when we returned to our homes I 
arranged for Frank and Sam to go to Europe for cosmetic 
facial surgery. Something I also intended. And this as 
a "just in case" any of the women did sacrifice 
themselves to prison in an attempt to catch us. Though 
of course I also felt they would keep an eye on each 
other to make certain such a thing never happened. 

While then in all, there actuality was no real reason 
for my partners in justice or me to be returning to the 
United States anyway. And this for the most part was 
because I also had my attorney's arrange for Frank and 
Sam to find ten million dollars each in their savings 
accounts. Something which though it could provide no 
compensation for what was lost to them, just the same 
could make it a little more tolerable. 

While armed then with the identifications of the women 
we'd surgically altered. I found with some detective 
work these receivers of our vengeance had no such 
financial resources. So it was happily they would never 
know any such small luxury. But instead with their 
probable forthcoming divorces and break-ups from their 
husbands or boyfriends if they had them. And that was 
once their men wearied of not getting any sex. 

That was if those men could even in any way tolerate to 
be with the nearly alien-like, surgically altered 
creatures we'd left them with. I surmised it was most 
probable the ex-women. Newly made "its" would no doubt 
afterwards only know remaining days of self loathing, 
torment and extreme loneliness, so a truly fitting 
ending indeed.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Though I realize, hopefully that is. 
That Castration Party by Jenne was only a fantasy. It 
is a fantasy that is truly horrid in its surmise. 
Something which I felt required a necessary follow up 
fantasy as an equal time reprisal. 

NOTE OF CAUTION: It just goes to show that for every 
action there is an equal and opposite reaction. While 
would I believe in such revenge in real life, well I 
have to ask what man wouldn't? Though I suppose it is 
pretty much mandatory I state I do not endorses such 
actions. Not unless you desire possible jail time for 
taking the law into your own hands. So then it is best 
to consider this tale to be again nothing more than 
something fictional designed for entertainment purposes 
only. 
 
END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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