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I do not know the historical accuracy of this story but tales of this sort were discussed in the playground when I was at school, as if they had really happened. Sergeant O-Houro, of the Japanese Imperial Army, was fascinated by penectomy. He was not pleased at having to guard these dishonourable, white, western prisoners, who deserved nothing but shame for surrendering. However, the role did give him an opportunity to be brutal, which he enjoyed, and now his little plan to try out his penectomy machine was making him very happy indeed. He had built three of them, using a local native workshop which had mended the white-man’s cars before the war . He planned to try them out on three prisoners in the next few minutes. Several soldiers under his command had agreed to help and his officers were not interested in what he did, as long as no one escaped. An enclosed area had been set up with a wall of bamboo built by the prisoners themselves and too tall to see over. Three poles were planted in the ground to which men could be tied. The prisoners who built them thought they were for firing squads and did not realise their true purpose. Three white prisoners were brought into the enclosure, naked. They had stripped off to be given a shower but before getting dressed had been bound and gagged. They were each strapped to a pole each using special leather straps that the sergeant had also had made specially. A cushion behind their bottoms forced their genitalia forward. Most of the western prisoners were emaciated and half starved but O-Houro had chosen ones who had only just been captured and were still fit and healthy. The blindfolds were women’s satin slips which added to the excitement. The men felt the satin on their faces and the slight smell of women’s perfume. The castration machines were moved into place and lined up. Each consisted of a stand topped by a metal ring thought which the men’s penises were put so that the ring was as close to the scrotum as possible. Each had a cut-throat razor on a rod mounted on simple bearings, so that when the rod rotated it slashed across the ring and severed the penis as close to the body as possible. The rod was rotated by a weight of the sort used in grandfather clocks which would fall when triggered. The really clever part (which O-Houro was so proud of) was that the trigger was operated by the man’s own penis if it became erect. About half way between the penis and the bellybutton was a plate which operated the hair spring trigger if the swelling penis pressed against it. The machines had little roofs so the men could not look down and see what was happening. There was a board at the front so the works could not be seen from the area ahead but the sides were open so the guards could watch the fun. O-Houro had tried this game before but using electric wires in the same place. He had wired high tension batteries (of the sort used in radio sets of the period) between the wire and a plate in the mans gag. When the penis touched the wire the man got 200 volts on his dick. Later he tried red hot metal plates and took great pleasure in watching the penis sizzle and smoke when it touched the plate. Now he was going the whole way. Castration! The guards lined the machines up and removed the safety pins. O-Houro gave the order and a group of beautiful native girls were led in. There were also some white women who had been prostitutes before the war. All were dressed in expensive western underwear with stockings and high heels. Most of the guards like O-Houro were gay so they did not take as much interest in the women as they did in the penises. The blindfolds were removed so the men could see the girls. The girls flaunted themselves, lifted their breasts and wiggled their bottoms at the three prisoners. They took off their bras and shook their breasts. They lifted their slips and showed their thighs. O-Houro knew that men tended to be tits men or legs men so he had arranged for displays of both to be put on. The girls put their legs on a stool and adjusted their stockings, then began a lesbian show. They caressed each other’s thighs and breasts, then kissed and petted. One masturbated with two fingers while the others flicked her tits. Some dropped their frilly pink panties so their hairy fuck holes could be seen. By now all three penises were almost erect and O-Houro indicated which man to concentrate their flirting on. After a few monuments the guards could see the man’s penis pressing the plate against his belly and then in a second the weight fell and the razor did its work. The man tried to scream but cold only moan with the gag on so tight. A torrent of blood poured onto the dry soil below and tears flooded down his face. The second, then finally the third man was castrated in the same way and the girls were led out. The guards removed the machines and the three eunuchs were put face down into a row of dung heaps to try to stop the bleeding while O-Houro put the penises into a jar of alcohol to preserve them. No one knows how many men were castrated this way. It was thought about two hundred. Of these most died of loss of blood or septicaemia. Many others died of hunger or were shot by the guards to hide the story when Japan surrendered in 1945. One is known to have remained alive and escaped with the help of the girls. They started a bordello in a small remote township nearby after the Japanese had left. He remained with them as their servant for the rest of his life. He liked to wear satin half slips and or the ankle length knickers common in the period, sometimes several at once on top of the inner ones. He attended them and served them and their successors for many years. The bordello’s clients never met him but to the women he was a friend and they talked to him as if he was a woman like them. He had never fucked before his penis was lost and so he did not know what he was missing. He would watch the girls on the job thought peep holes but identified with them, rather than the clients. The sergeant returned to Japan and made lots of money out of electronics. |