My Emasculation - pinned skinned and removed

My penis was examined and they agreed it could not be saved, besides the top had gone and it was just a short burned stump now.

The remaining shaft body was cut down the middle, peeled apart, sliced into sections, and then cut away from the base. The nurses worked deliberately, layer by layer, separating flesh from fascia, each incision exposing raw tissue and severed vessels.

The air in the room grew heavy with the scent of disinfectant and iron as they cauterised the ends to stop the bleeding.

Nerves that once carried sensation were silenced one by one, leaving only a dull, spreading ache that reached deep into my abdomen.

When they were done, nothing remained of the organ that had once defined so much of my body’s identity; only emptiness, a void marked by pain and disbelief.

Looking into my eyes, Sofi stated calmly “our job is done and justice served. We will now fix you up and ensure you are healed. You can then return to normal life without being a threat to women like us.”

Some medicine was introduced into the IV line and I soon slept.