The three men who had come to Paradise Island on board the Amazonia two weeks before were now reunited in the Detention Block waiting room.

Number 73, had been discharged from the hospital, having been surgically castrated at his wife’s insistence. Number 75 had undergone public castration, by Burdizzo, in accordance with the laws of the island, having lost the Selection Process a few days earlier.

All three men had been circumcised on arrival on the island, and this was the first chance that they had had to compare notes. The third man, Number 74 had won the Selection and was waiting to undergo a vasectomy, so that he could become a Service male.

Number 73 was sitting on a chair with his legs spread, and the other two could see the scars in his ball sac where his testicles had been removed. The scars were healing nicely.

Number 75, who had had quite large balls had a very bruised sac and the marks of the Burdizzo were still clearly visible on the skin of his sac. He was still finding it painful to sit and often rose from his chair and walked around the waiting room.

They were discussing the fate of Number 74 when the door to the room was unlocked and a naked young woman was pushed into the room. She was followed by two of the female warders of the Detention Block.

"This is Veronique," announced the senior of the two warders, "She is serving a one year sentence for having unlawful sex. Im sure you will get to know her quite well." The two women turned and left the room, locking the door behind them.

Veronique went over to a seat in the corner and sat sobbing quietly to herself. The three men looked at each other and then across to the young woman. She looked as if she had been given a good beating. Number 74 poured out a glass of fruit juice from a jug and took it over to her. Veronique looked up with fear in her eyes.

"Please don’t rape me," she whispered, "I’ll do anything for you."

"We’re not going to rape you," said Number 75, "I’ve just brought you a glass of juice."

She smiled at him weakly and took the offered juice and drank it.

"Why don’t you come over and tell us how you come to be here." He said gently.

Veronique considered his offer for a moment then nodded and got up from her chair.

She told them that several months before, she had taken a fancy to one of the teenage boy who had grown up on the island. She said that it was customary for boys to be allowed to keep their balls until the age of 16, and until they had fathered one child. After that they were given a vasectomy and became Service males until the age of 21, when they were publically castrated and put into the male working pool.

They had gone over to the far side of the island and had had sex for 2 days before being discovered and she had been brought back to stand trial for having unlawful sex with him.

She said that she’d admitted the crime, expecting to receive only a fine or mild punishment, but as she’d admitted guilt, she’d been sentenced to one year of imprisonment in the Service Block. To her horror, on the first night, she’d been raped 11 times by the Service males.

Thereafter, they raped her whenever they felt like it, often four or five times a day. She said that a few nights previously, shed’d refused the advances of one of the males and he’d given her a beating. The following day, she’d made a complaint to the Block commandant, who was not only unsympathetic, but had ordered that the female warders should give her a flogging and to use her as they wished. For the past two nights, three warders had ravaged her with didoes both vaginally and anally. She had now been moved to the Detention Block to recover, before being moved back to the Service Block to serve out the rest of her sentence.

"That’s very hard justice" said Number 73, "Surely you didn’t deserve that sort of punishment."

"They were making an example of me." Said Veronique. "Even while Im here, they expect that you will want to use me, if not rape me"

The three men looked at each other astonished.

"Well," Said Number 73, "They’ve already cut my balls off, and Number 75 here has had his crushed, so we may not be able to oblige them"

Veronique smiled at them weakly and said nothing.

Two nights later, as they all lay in the dormitory, Number 75’s balls began to ache and he got up to have a walk round, to ease his discomfort.

As he passed Veronique’s bed he noticed that she was lying the bed without a cover over her. As he looked, he saw her smile at him and spread her legs invitingly. Despite the ache in his balls, his cock began to stiffen and he moved over towards her bed.

As he approached, she spread her legs wide and he could see that her cunt was glistening with moisture. He sat on her bed and slid his fingers between her legs and found that she was very wet.

"Do you want to have me?" she whispered.

Number 75 needed no further bidding and mounted her. With a quick thrust he buried his cock deep inside her and began to thrust into her. Before long she was wrapping her legs round his body and thrusting in unison with him. She began to gasp as she came, and this triggered him to come and he pumped his semen deep inside her.

The noise that Veronique and Number 75 made woke up Numbers 73 and 74, and they quickly got out of their bed to see what was happening. Despite his operation, Number 73 started to get hard as did Number 74.

Number 75, having shot his load rolled off Veronique, and as she still lay with her legs apart, Number 73 mounted her and began to thrust. After hed come, Number 74 took his turn and filled her now overflowing cunt with his semen.

That night, each of them took Veronique a further time before they all drifted off to sleep.

Next day, Veronique asked if they had all been certified as sterile. The three men shook their heads, saying that they were still being held, pending their certification and release into the community. Veronique looked shocked and told them that she was quite likely to get pregnant.

She remained in the Detention Block for another 4 weeks, during which time Number 73 and Number 75 became less interested in her, as the effects of their castration began to take hold and their testosterone levels dropped. Number 74, however, having only recently been vastectomised, still took advantage of her on a nightly basis. Just before she left to return to the Service Block, she informed them that she was pretty certain that one of them had made her pregnant.