When she returned to the Palace after her mothers elaborate funeral, the new Queen began to plan. After so many years of been treated like a dog she intended to waste no time. She had hated the old Queen, not for her depravity, but because she had kept all of the priveliges of her position to herself. While she amused herself with thousands of well hung young boys, Saris had to make do with her Eunuch servents, without a testicle between them, year after year. But Saris had always recognised, that despite her hatred of her mother, they had much in common. This had suddenly been brought home to her one night in her Chambers. After a day of terrible sexual frustration she had ordered her chambermaid Essa, to bring a young Eunuch servent to her. Essa was the nearest thing to a friend she had in the Palace and they often talked together for hours. It was Essa who kept her informed of all that was happening in the Palace and what her mother was doing . Essa always seemed to know what was happening. She was about forty years of age and had been a slave in the Palace almost all of her life. It was Essa who had first told her about what her mother liked doing to the young slaveboys. Saris had often wondered about the huge numbers of boys who seemed to come and go. She had often seen the Slavers take away boys from the Palace, and deliver more at the same time. One night she saw a number of young boys being taken away. She had wondered why the slaveboys being taken away, always seemed to walk slowly with their legs wide apart. She had remarked on this to Essa. Essa had laughted. " You would walk like that if you had two cuts like that between your thighs " Essa said. " What do you mean " Saris asked ?. " what kind of cuts? ". Essa smiled. " Your mother only did those boys last night, I heard them screaming myself. She was in a terrible mood last night, the boys were badly raped before they got the knife. They are walking like that because their sacs will be badly swollen from the knife cuts. They are lucky to be able to walk at all?. The way your mother likes to do the boys is very cruel and painful, thats why she likes it, she likes to hear them screaming. She cuts them the way little male pigs are done. A cut at each side of the scrotum, then squeeze out their little cream makers and cut them off. You can tell from their screams how painful it is, and it is even worse for her boys because she has often raped them so badly that their stones are usually badly swollen beforehand. I know, I often have to pick up the jewels in the morning. If the stone is swollen a bigger cut is needed to squeeze them out.You see Saris , your mother has an insatiable desire for the gelding knife, thats why so many boys pass through here, she buys them just to castrate them. It costs her nothing , she sells them as Eunuchs to those terrible Arabs who like nothing better than the arse of a freshly castrated boy to put their pricks into. I once saw one of them in the dungeon with his prick buried in the arse of a fourteen year boy who was still bleeding after your mother castrated him. She was holding the boy for the Arab, with the bloody gelding knife still in her hand, as he penetrated him." Saris had been dumbstruck at first, then intrigued. As she lay in bed that night she thought of all that Saris had told her. She had always known that her mother was a cruel woman, and had known of her fondness for young boys. Boys with their big testicles hanging between their smooth thighs. Testicles for squeezing and fondling and sucking. Testicles to do anything she wished with. Scrotums to cut . Helpless slaveboys to rape at will. Helpless slaveboys to castrate, to geld, to cut. Her loins began to throb. She could feel the wetness between her thighs now. Then the explosive orgasm, without even touching herself. One word in her mind . Castration, castration, castration. Essa came into the Chamber with the young gelding. " Strip him" Saris ordered. ( to be continued )
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