Castration is very different in reality from fantasy. Indian porn I keep dreaming about…” Loretta lost her battle against tears. Jesus Christ, I don’t believe this. Since I lacked internal reproductive organs there was no bleeding, and my rising and falling oestrogen and progesterone levels caused only mild discomfort, so I didn’t suffer as many women do. Why should I regret its persistence? A torrent of other memories followed, real or imagined: captivity, humiliation, neutering… The cock had been injected with Alprostadil. “Wouldn’t you do it?” asked Mandy. Although the lignocaine numbed the pain I felt the scrotum stretching, stretching, and despite the elastrator I sensed the cheese-wire cutting more and more deeply into it. During the months since my abduction my body weight had fallen from eighty-two kilos to sixty-two, yet my skin didn’t feel slack. Jesus Christ, I don’t believe this. Its door was made of wood, not steel, and I had the key; there was no metal appliance for forcing dildos into me; but the décor was still pink. “She was in the crowd, dancing with joy while Ms Takamitsu pulverised my cock and balls.”
Mandy smiled.
