After liberally dousing my genitals with Numbweed the young lady, whose name, I learned later, was Paris (that's what it sounded like anyway) spent a few minutes wiping off the excess liquid then grabbed my balls in one hand and squeezed them, giving me an enquiring look as she did so. I felt nothing, so I smiled and shook my head. Correctly interpreting my expression Paris rapidly proceeded with the business at hand.

She was avidently an expert castratix - if that is the right word, because she wasted no time in producing her knife, taking hold of the top of my scrotum between 2 fingers, and with one quick motion slicing off the end. This created an oval opening which appeared to be large enough for a testicle to be extracted. The Numbweed seemed to inhibit bleeding as well as deadening pain, for there was very little blood. It was really strange to be watching myself being mutilated and not feeling anything. However, to my astonishment, I saw that my cock was rapidly stiffening and rising up from my belly, where it had lain placidly up to now. Paris noticed this and, grinning at me, gave my cock a couple of up and down strokes. I felt nothing of course, except for heat in my face as I started blushing in embarrassment.

Paris quickly returned her attention to my scrotum and captured my left testicle. She pushed it up to the top and it popped out through the opening she had created. I thought it looked rather ugly, but did not have time to dwell on the matter as she pulled it up until about 6 inches of the cords were free from the scrotum and then sliced through them and dropped the testicle into a water filled pan beside her. Still holding the now bleeding cords to prevent them from disappearing back into my scrotum, she reached over and dipped a short stick into a jar containing what looked like tar. She then dabbed some of the substance on the ends of the cords. To my amazement there was a sizzling sound and and a brief puff of smoke arose from them. The cut cord ends appeared to have closed up and there was no more bleeding. I don't know what that stuff was but I could make a fortune selling it in England.

After letting the cords retract into my scrotum, Paris proceeded to repeat the procedure with my right testicle. In about as much time as it had taken to write this I had become a eunuch. I expected that Paris would now close up the hole in my scrotum, but to my surprise she instead cut an 1.5 inch horizontal opening in my scrotum, just below the base of my cock. Now came the strangest mutilation. Paris took hold of my circumcized cock, which by now had returned to a flaccid state, and proceeded to make a circular cut around the shaft, just behind the glans. When she had completed this cut she pulled down on the shaft and the several layers of skin slid downwards exposing a whitish membrane which surrounded the inner structure of the penis. Paris then repeated this operation at the base of my cock, and then pulled the resulting tube of skin right off my cock and dropped it into the pan of water with my testicles.

What happened next was even more bizarre. Paris took a length of string and tied one end around the naked shaft of my cock, just behind the flared out head. She then fed the other end into the slit she had cut across my scrotum, and using 2 fingers in the hole at the other end of my former ball-sac, was able to grasp the end of the string and pull it right through.

After that she pushed the head of my cock into the slit in my scrotum, at the same time pulling on the string. By this means Paris was able to pull my cock right through my empty scrotum so that the glans came out at the far end. She then sewed the edges of the hole in the scrotum to the remaining short fringe of skin behind the glans. After attaching the skin at the base of my cock to the slit in my scrotum she applied her magic cauterizor, and the operation was complete.

Looking at my weird penis covering I found myself wondering how it would feel after the effects of the Numbweed had worn off. It would be strange for a while to touch my former scrotum and feel my cock inside it instead of my balls. I now understood what I had been seeing when I had observed the eunuchs before the operation started. I looked around and saw that the other members of my party had also had their mutilations completed, and that some of them were gazing with horror at their reconfigured genitals, I wondered what the Kowabungas had in store for us next.

(To be concluded.)