Sanctuary

Farmer Godwyn groaned as he heard the crack of the axle breaking under his

cart. His wife Frydda cried out in alarm as the cart crashed to the cobbles

of the road and she was nearly throw out. In the back, Godwyn's daughter

Brytta and his sons Symon and Aelfred were also thrown roughly about as the

cart skidded to a halt. In a panic, Godwn quickly cut the two horses loose

from the cart and urging his family to hurry, began running down the winding

road. Already, they could hear the horns and shouts of the King' men as

they steadily gained on them. Farmer Godwyn was nearly weeping in despair

when his family rounded the next turn in the road and were confronted by a

high wall. The road led straight up to a single massive door in the wall,

which extended to each side as far as Godwyn could see. In desperation, he

began to pound on the door.

As the sound of the pursuing posse grew ever louder, a small window in the

door slid open and a woman's hooded face appeared in the opening. "What do

you want", the figure asked? "We do not accept visitors in our midst."

Godwyn blurted out, "please let us in, the king's men are close upon us and

if we are caught, we will all die."

"Are you seeking formal sanctuary then", asked the shadowy figure behind the

door? "If so, be aware that you will have to follow all of our laws or

sanctuary will be revoked and you will be turned out."

"Yes, yes", Godwyn exclaimed, "we will do anything but let us in now or we

will surely be taken."

Just then, the posse of mounted men appeared down the road and with a

renewed cry, began to gallop toward the family. The door suddenly opened,

and Godwyn swiftly ushered his family and the two horses in. The pursuing

posse drew up just as the door was closed and the bolt shot home. "Open in

the King's name roared the leader of the posse, those people are wanted for

crimes against the state."

The small window opened again and the same hooded figure appeared. "These

people have been granted sanctuary; you know the King's law concerning our

community and those seeking sanctuary. As long as they remain within these

walls, they may not be taken to answer for any crimes which they may have

committed."

In frustration, the leader of the posse wheeled his horse and shouted to the

family huddling within the walls. "Remember this well farmer Godwyn, if you

or any of your family are ever caught outside these walls - you will be

immediately executed on the spot. And, we will be about as I think you may

not like the rules of sanctuary in the community of the Sisters of the

Goddess." The posse turned about and rode off down the road, but Godwyn

knew that they would not go far.

The woman now turned to Godwyn and said, "your wife and daughter may come

with me, but you and your sons will have to wait in the outbuilding". She

pointed to a small stone hut some distance away. "This matter will have to

be brought before our Abbess and the council of elders, so tell me now why

the King's men are pursuing you."

Godwyn related how the King's tax collector and his assistant had come to

their small farm, demanding a huge increase in the normal exorbitant rate he

had always been forced to pay. When he said he had no more money, the tax

collector looked slyly at young Brytta and said the perhaps a compromise

could be worked out. He dismounted and grabbed the terrified young girl by

the wrist and started to drag her into the small hovel of a farmhouse. In a

rage, Godwyn seized a pitchfork and almost before he knew what had happened,

the tax collector lay dead on the ground. The assistant had already backed

his horse, and now wheeled and fled down the muddy path leading to the farm.

In an instant, Godwyn knew that they had but one chance - and that was to

flee for their lives. He hitched up to the cart their two horses, the only

things of real value he owned and said to his family that they had no time

to take anything with them. They must go now or they would all die.

"The rest, you know", said Godwyn to the woman. "Our cart broke down just a

short way up the road and we barely made it to your door ahead of the King's

posse."

"Your instinct to preserve your daughter from the predations of the tax

collector was admirable", said the woman, "but the matter will still have to

be decided by our Abbess and the council."

The woman folded her arms up into her sleeves and said that Frydda and

Brytta should follow her and for Godwyn, Symon, and Aelfred to remain.

Symon, Godwyn's oldest son asked "do you think they will let us stay?"

Godwyn looked back at his son and said, "I think so, we have only to agree

to live under their laws and rules." Godwyn looked at his eldest son and

regretted the circumstances which led up to this moment. Symon was now

eighteen years old and growing into his manhood. He should have had the

opportunity to start his own farm, find a wife, and raise his own family.

He sighed, and looked at Aelfred, his youngest son. At twelve years of age,

he was still only a small boy. He wondered what kind of life they would

have in the community of sisters, and if they would ever be allowed to leave.

It was late in the day when the woman returned with Frydda and Brytta. With

them was another older woman who Godwyn guessed to be the Abbess of the

sisters. He glanced at his wife, but she would not meet his gaze and seemed

on the verge of weeping. Brytta too also appeared to be distraught, and he

know that something was amiss. The Abbess introduced herself and told

Godwyn about their community.

It was a time when not yet all religions were Patriarchies. There were

still isolated communities of followers of the Earth-Mother Goddess, and

this was one of them. They were dedicated exclusively to the feminine

aspects of nature, and allowed no masculine influences in their lives. She

explained that all who were allowed in the community were females, or at

least, "non-male".

Godwyn puzzled over this, but the Abbess continued. "It is our law that no

males may exist within our walls. Even our animals are either female, or

neutered males. For once neutered, a male is really no longer a male and

even though not female, is acceptable to exist among us."

"What this means", the Abbess said, "is that you and your sons will have to

agree to be neutered as are our farm animals if we are to grant you

sanctuary. If you cannot agree to this, then you simply cannot remain with

us and we must allow the king's men to take you. And, I'm sorry - but the

offer is for all or for none. We will not be responsible for splitting up a

family. Either all stays, or all must go."

Now Godwyn knew why Frydda and Brytta had not met his gaze, they already

knew of these conditions. He was in an agony of indecision; how could he

ask his sons to submit to this? But how could he not? On one hand was life

as a sexless eunuch, but on the other certain death - and a painful death at

that. The Abbess could plainly read his face and once more spoke. "There

are no exceptions to our law on this, so do not ask. You have only the

choice of remaining or leaving. If you remain, all of you must accept our

religion and service of the Goddess, and the males must be unmanned as soon

as possible. So what is it to be, remain or leave?"

If it had only been himself, Godwyn would have taken his chances outside.

But he knew that all of his family was under pain of death if they so much

as stepped foot outside the community. He glanced again at Frydda and saw

the pain in her eyes. He turned to the Abbess and said that they would

remain. The Abbess said that there was a sister in the community who was

experienced in such things and saw to the neutering of animals that from

time to time, were donated to the community. She said that the woman knew

of many drugs and potions, and would make the procedure as painless as possible.

Godwyn now looked at his eldest son Symon and saw that he was nearly on the

verge of tears. Symon knew full well what was going to happen to him,

although young Aelfred was obviously oblivious to the whole thing. Godwyn

now took Aelfred aside and explained as best he could to the young boy.

Being only twelve and never having had any sexual experience or urges,

Aelfred did not grasp the significance of the future consequences of what

was about to happen to him. He thought it odd that someone would want to

remove those two "little things" in the bag under his penis, but as long as

his father said it had to be done, he did not question it.

"There is one more thing," the Abbess said. The council of elders has

considered your case and we find it similar to previous situations. In

those cases, it was proposed and approved that a balance must be struck to

even-out the previous aspects of life. Therefore, as in previous cases, it

has been decided that Frydda as the mother, and Brytta as the daughter must

have a direct hand in this process. Turning to Frydda she said, "since it

was you who brought these two young males into the world, it must be you who

removes their maleness from it." She turned to Brytta, who at fifteen years

of age was a blossoming young woman. "Since it was your father who begat

you, it must be you who balances that fact by removing the means by which he

was able to accomplish that act."

"The sister we have with us, who customarily sees to these matters with our

livestock will do all the preparations and preliminary processes, but as

women now dedicated to the Earth-Mother Goddess - it must be you two will

perform the final step that eliminates this forbidden masculinity from among

us. We cannot delay these matters more, and even now, our sister is making

her preparations. You must all follow me to our infirmary where the process

will take place."

They walked across the large gray meadow to where the main buildings of the

community stood and entered the side door to a low, many-windowed stone

structure. Inside, it was bright and airy with a feeling of warmth despite

the stark stone construction. A fire was burning on the hearth and there

were pots and vessels already bubbling and steaming.

"Are we ready yet sister", asked the Abbess?

"Almost", replied the woman. "The potions must boil a little while longer,

but we can use the time to prepare the males." She pointed to a corner of

the room where a huge earthen jar of water stood on a tiled floor with a

drain at the side. "Please have them go over there and strip down

completely and use these cloths and soap to was themselves very thoroughly,

paying special attention to their private areas." She handed Godwyn, Symon,

and Aelfred each a square of rough but clean cloth, and a single cake of

gray soap. The three were mortified at having to undress in front of Frydda

and Brytta, not to mention before the Abbess and the sister. But Godwyn

knew there was no alternative if his family was to be spared from certain

death at the hands of the King's men.

The Abbess turned to Frydda and said, "you must un-man your sons before your

daughter un-mans your husband; the eldest son will be first." Godwyn and

his sons had finished their baths and were drying off when the sister called

to Symon. At eighteen, he was fully developed; his uncircumcised penis was

thick and almost as long as his father's. It arched out in a strong curve

over his pendulous scrotum containing egg-sized testicles. He slowly walked

over to the table where he would shortly lose his manhood and the sister

directed him stand before her as she sat on a low, three-legged stool.

The woman now took up a waiting pot of soap and a shiny razor-sharp blade.

She turned to Frydda and told her to step over and help. "Hold his

man-thing up out of the way so I can remove all this hair. If this is not

done, the chances for infection will be greatly increased." As Frydda held

her son's penis up against his belly, the woman spread soapy lather from the

pot all over his entire groin and scrotum. Then she began to shave the

young man of his all of his pubic hair. She was methodical and thorough,

and soon Symon was as bald as his little brother Aelfred. To Symon's

intense embarrassment, he had gotten a huge erection while the sister shaved

him and he was still fully engorged in his mother's hand. The sister said,

"that doesn't matter; it would have had to have been induced anyway." She

explained that one of the potions required a "special" ingredient, one that

only the male himself could supply.

She said, "this young man's stones look big enough to supply enough for him

and his brother. That's a good thing because the younger boy doesn't appear

to be old enough to produce any of his own." Taking a glass beaker from a

table, she came back to Symon and instructed him to turn around and lean

over the table in front of him, and to spread his legs. Seated behind him,

she reached under between his legs and grasped his now half-erect penis in

one hand and with her other hand, positioned the glass beaker under the

opening of his foreskin. Then she began to stroke him firmly. In spite of

his embarrassment, he was still a virile young man and in very short order,

he began to thrust and jerk as his ejaculation approached. He let out a

small cry as thick, white semen began to spurt in long ropy globs from his

penis to splash into the beaker. Over and over he thrust against the

sister's hand as his orgasm continued. Finally, it was over and the strong

spurts were reduced to mere dribbles.

The sister poured the contents of the beaker into a pot on the hearth and

returned to Symon. She instructed him to get up onto the table and to lie on

his back. Then she took out four lengths of stout rope and tied one end of

each to his ankles and wrists. Next, she passed the free ends around the

table's legs and began to tighten the ropes. Soon, Symon was splayed out on

the table with arms and legs spread widely. He could scarcely move and was

now utterly helpless to stop what was coming. The woman went to the hearth

and returned with the pots of various liquids she had simmering. From one

pot she poured out a portion into a bowl to let it cool. From two others,

she measured out an amount from each and mixed them together in a tumbler.

She instructed him to drink and held his head up while he swallowed the evil

tasting concoction. Then she used her hand to rub the contents of the bowl

into the skin of his scrotum.

"This will greatly reduce the pain of the operation, and the potion I had

him drink will likewise sedate his mind so that he will not be as afraid."

This became evident a few moments later as Symon's eyes became unfocused and

glassy.

Not wasting any time, the woman used a length of boiled cotton twine to

tightly tie off Symon's scrotum. Then she used a small but razor sharp

knife to make an opening into each side of Symon's scrotum. She careful cut

through layer by layer, until his testicles were freed from all the

connective tissues and membranes. From a pot of boiling water, she took out

a pair of small pliers with long, heavy, straight jaws. Just above the

point where the thick spermatic cord joined the testicle, she positioned the

pliers and with all her strength, squeezed the handles together. Symon

began to moan at this point, but slipped back into his stupor. When she had

crushed the other cord, the sister motioned for Frydda to come over. Using

a hooked probe, the sister removed each of Symon's testicles from his

scrotum to dangle on their cords.

"While I hold each out, you must take up the knife and cut the cord just

below the point where I have crushed it. There should be very little

bleeding. Frydda looked with sorrow on her oldest son, knowing she had no

choice but to complete this act of emasculation. As the sister held Symon's

left testicle, stretched out on its cord, Frydda used the knife to cut

through the cord. Symon's left testicle fell to the table top and rolled

down between his knees. Now the woman held out his right testicle and once

again, Frydda used the knife. Symon's right testicle bounced on the table's

wooden surface and wound up almost touching its twin. Using boiled twine,

the woman sewed up Symon's scrotum and explained that she would have to rub

in more of the potion daily until the stitches could be removed. The cord

around the neck of his now-empty scrotum was removed and he was untied.

Frydda and the sister helped him to a cot along one wall.

Now it was Aelfred's turn and the woman summoned him to stand before her.

He had absolutely no pubic hair at all, so it was unnecessary to shave him.

The sister told him to lean over the table and to spread his legs. She

said, "I don't think this will do much good, but we need to at least try to

get him to produce a small amount of his own medicine. His brother supplied

enough for five, but I believe its always best for each male to have

supplied even a small amount of their own for the potion. Like Symon

before, she reached under Aelfred from behind and grasped his tiny penis.

She could use only two fingers and her thumb. Aelfred's penis was so small

even erect, that it would have been completely covered by her whole hand.

It took a while, but Aelfred eventually began to jerk and thrust in his

first-ever orgasm. He too cried out as he began to come, but only a few

tiny drops of thin, watery fluid leaked from the end of his small penis to

fall into the waiting beaker.

"No matter", said the sister, "It will be enough for our purposes." She got

Aelfred tied down to the table and the procedure was repeated. In a short

time his small, boy-testicles bounced onto the wooden table as Frydda's

knife severed them from their cords. He was stitched up and released from

the table, and helped to another cot by his brother.

Now it was Godwyn's turn and he stood stoically before the sister as she

shaved him. Young Brytta was holding his penis up and like Symon before

him, the sensations of being shaved caused him to become fully erect.

Brytta found herself embarrassed, but curiously excited at this. She had

seen young Aelfred many times in the nude, and even Symon a few times. But

neither had been erect and she had never suspected a penis could get so big.

As she held it, she wondered what it would feel like to have such a thick,

long penis thrusting up inside her. With a delicious shock, she felt

herself getting moist "down there", and found that she was actually enjoying

this.

When Godwyn had been shaved and turned around to lean over the table, Brytta

spoke to the sister. "Since it is I who must do the final cutting, is it

not fitting that I should also perform this milking of my father?" The

sister thought about this for a few minutes, and turned to the Abbess. The

Abbess said that she could see no reason why not, and the sister gave Brytta

the glass beaker. She showed her where to grasp Godwyn's thick penis, just

behind the head. As Brytta began to stroke her father's rigid penis, she

could feel the contours of his glans through the softly sliding foreskin.

Godwyn was even more humiliated than he thought possible as his own daughter

milked his male member, but even though humiliated - that did not stop the

sensations.

He felt the inevitable approaching, and try as he might to stop it, he began

the involuntary thrusting of his hips that signaled his impending

ejaculation. Brytta felt her father's penis expand even more in her hand

and suddenly there was a torrent of hot semen spurting and splashing into

the beaker. Instinctively, she began to stroke him even faster and he

groaned as his semen was drained from him in wave after wave of exquisite

pleasure. Then it was over, and Brytta let him loose from her hand. His

still-dripping penis was already shrinking as he was turned around and

fastened down to the table. Like his sons before him, the sister quickly

prepared him and administered her concoctions. As his scrotum was opened,

Brytta found herself becoming aroused again. By the time the sister offered

up Godwyn's left testicle to be severed, her breath was coming in short

gasps. She felt her own orgasm building as she cut the cord and the first

testicle rolled on the table's surface. As the sister held out her father's

remaining testicle and she placed the knife at the point just below where

the pliers had crushed it, her orgasm hit her. She could barely keep from

dropping the knife and with one quick slice, cut through the cord. As

Godwyn's last testicle bounced and rolled on the table, Brytta almost

collapsed in ecstasy.

The sister and her mother thought she was overcome by having to castrate her

own father; neither realized that Brytta had gotten immense pleasure from

what she had done. She now wished that she had had the opportunity to

castrate both of her brothers as well. She resolved to make the older

sister a friend in order to learn more about this process and to be able to

help in future castrations of animals, and (hopefully) any more men that

might find themselves in similar circumstances.

A week later, Godwyn and his sons had their stitches removed and in another

month, had completely recovered. All of them had healed cleanly without

infection, something that was greatly appreciated. Then, the family began

learning about the ways of the community and of serving the Goddess. Frydda

and Brytta were admitted to the community of sisters while the new eunuchs

were relegated to menial duties around the community compound. They were

not slaves, but as ex-males they could not be allowed to join in the formal

services and worship of the Goddess.

In only a short time, both Godwyn and Symon forgot about sex and their

sexual urges. Aelfred never had anything to forget except for that one,

incredibly exciting time the sister had stroked his little penis until he

thought he would die from the pleasure. But now a eunuch, it would never