Queen's life - one of these days...

"Her Highness is somewhat depressed this morning." said the First Assistant

"And she does not want to have her usual morning screwing. But, as the male

specimen has already been selected, she wants him to be adjusted. She hopes some

relief from it."

The First Assistant and the Chief Executioner were two very experienced women,

servicing the Queen for many years. Despite their rivality, they were fully

aware of the necessity to closely cooperate in the present matter.

"Well, the prisoner is ready" said the Chief Executioner "He has been

prepared the usual way, shaved, oiled, perfumed and is presently secured in a

room close to Her Highness's appartments. Therefore, we have no problem to

comply to her request at any time. My concern is that it is usually the

castration which triggers her best orgasm. If she has no screwing and is not in

a mood to take off, I am not sure that a simple gelding will make her that

happy."

"This is exactly the point : we have to think about the best way to improve

the show so that she really gets some relief. There is a meeting with all

ambassadors this afternoon : she must be at her best then."

The Chief Executioner, having been a Senior Castrator during ten years, was

aware of the challenge.

"The problem is that she is not very creative in her fantasies : she wants it

limited to testicles and bloodless. This is in fact quite limitative. I guess

that what she enjoys most is the humiliation inflicted to the man, but, you

know, she is the Queen and thus quite secret on her real thoughts."

"I noticed that she also enjoys touching and palpating the manhood before its

done. She especialy likes heavy testicles hanging in a long sack."

"I know this and this is why part of the preparation is to extend the skin of

the scrotum by forcing the prisoner to wear heavy steel rings during a couple of

weeks. This one has very big balls, really big, you see. We are lucky to have

this one today. Now, we need to come to a conclusion. What is your view ?"

"Well, normally, the prisoner is ignorant of his fate, otherwise he could fail

in honoring properly Her Highness. The loss of his balls is usually a last

minute surprise. This time, there is no need to leave him in the illusion that

he has been selected for his reputation as a lover. We should do whatever is

possible to maximize his humiliation. I hope this will alleviate Her Highness's

pain."

"This is a good idea. On my side, I'll select my most perverse castrator. Now,

lets proceed. I suggest you attend to make sure it goes well."

The prisoner was immediately informed by the two women that he had to

contribute to the Queen's happyness by sacrifying his testicles. The Chief

Executioner herself explained to the man that, unfortunately, this will only

slightly contribute to the happyness of Her Highness, but, even minor, this help

will be worth the sacrifice. Having been told that he was about to be castrated

for just nothing made the man particularly upset and he started to shout and

rebell.

The four female guards immediately gagged him and tied his wrists to opposite

elbow. He was then taken to the Queen's room and strapped to a specially

designed castration armchair, legs up and widely opened, genitals nicely

displayed and the asshole corked to avoid shit to stain the Queen's carpet. His

big testicles were hanging low in a very loose sac and the female guards noticed

the beauty of his thick penis.

The Queen played a moment with the prepuce and then weighted the balls with her

hand. She blushed and said nervously :

"This is quite a specimen this time." she said "Its unfortunate that we dont

have such good material every morning." The Chief Executioner explained that

upmost effort were made to improve the selection process.

Several disquieting instruments were laid out on a table in front of the

prisoner.The young female castrator dropped her clothes to the floor and began

to take one tool after the other for a close inspection. She slowly manipulated

a complex ratchet mechanism intended to tighten two metal tapes and release a

blade in between. Her plucked pussy became visibly wet as she was avidly looking

at the exposed genitals while testing the ugly device.

The Queen sat on a chair in front of the offered crotch, cupped the balls and

giggled nervously that they will soon be severed. Her voice was impatient and

high as if she was a little girl. Everybody laughed in the room. She delicatly

took the shaft in her hand and started to rub up and down.

"Someone told me that there is a much lower risk of infection if the testicles

are empty when they are cut off." said the Queen to the castrator "If this is

true, it is a basic act of charity to help his last ejaculation before he is

castrated."

The young girl confirmed that the assumption was correct and that the standard

castration procedure was including a final blast, preferably intense, to clean

up the balls.

"Then, we have no choice." said the Queen who pulled back the prepuce to expose

the glans which she put in her mouth. She was not really good a this and had no

success despite endless efforts. The young castrator knew exactly how to

proceed, having being trained during years to all these processes, but said

nothing not to upset the Queen.

Finally, the sovereign left the still flaccid penis and asked the castrator to

apply the so called standard procedure. The skilful young brunette took tenderly

the shaft between her thumb and forefinger and started a spendid work on the

penis. She managed to make it solid as a rock in less than half a minute.

Everybody in the room was fascinated by her superb expertise. An additional

minute and the man had a sudden violent spasm. But, it took several seconds

before he arched back and released a long stream of juicy seed. The young girl

whispered a few words to the man's ear and continued to slowly masturbate the

erected penis until the man enjoyed a second orgasm. He looked at her intensely

as if she was the one he sought for decades. But she was now back to

professional attitude.

"Now, he is properly emptied." she said "I can start the next step of the

procedure immediately unless Her Highness has an other idea."

The Queen was trying to be proactive but was stunned by the extreme

professionalism of this newly promoted castrator. She just said "Go on."

The first assistant was afraid that the Queen was upset or embarassed because of

her inability to properly work the male organ, but instead of the expected

anger, the Queen seemed more excited than anything else.

The young castrator brought over the tool, put the balls in the loose bands and

tightened them a bit.

"May I ask Her Highness to hold the testicles in her hands so that I can put

the castration tool in place."

The Queen grabbed the man's balls and pulled them firmly.

The girl positioned the bands, not too close to the crotch, locked the tool

around the scrotum and started to tighten the loops by slowly ratcheting

the tool's handles. She checked that there was about a quarter inch of skin

between the two bands and continued to slowly ratchet. The tapes were

progressively tightening around the skin until a predefined stretch was reached.

At that moment, the tightening part of the tool disengaged : closing once again

the handles would release brutally the blade through the skin.

The Queen had seen many castrations during her life, in fact one every day as a

minimum, using a wide number of different instruments. This one was particularly

familiar to her as she was part of its design and she perfectly knew that it was

now time for her to give the final signal.

Looking at the man she saw that he was still hoping some last minute miracle.

She giggled to let him forget about such illusion and uttered the order. "Just

wait a few seconds so we can enjoy." she added. Everyone laughed at her

joke. The young girl gave a ten seconds delay and then slammed the handles with

extreme satisfaction : everytime she was doing this, her whole body glowed

ecstatically.

At that precise instant, the blade was released and pushed by a strong spring.

The sack, neat closed with the testicles inside, went into the Queen's hand. She

held it up in triumph and all attendants applauded. She tried to stimulate her

clitoris but with no success. As it was not allowed to masturbate in

front of the Queen, everybody in the room was anxiously waiting for the

end of the session.

The man was unstrapped and the young castrator put her hand on his shoulder

saying : "You did well. All this is also for your own good, you know." The man

reacted negatively to the perverse compliment and everyone smiled.

The Queen finally ended the meeting and the attendants left, pushing the

eunuch who had difficulties to walk. All seven women had their fingers in their

crotch as soon as they were in the corridor outside the Queen's room, and it

took them only a few seconds to reach orgasm, a real big orgasm. After that they

successively kneeled above the man lying on the floor and covered him with piss

and shit. The whole orgy lasted no more than a couple of minutes but was very

intense. Servants were finally called to clean the mess.

Lying on her bed, the Queen was still sad, she had no orgasm and was somewhat