I am… or was a convention 35 year old divorced heterosexual guy. One of the son, a alpha type if you will, that liked summercater, cars and young woman. And maybe that was why they has chose me.

I say chose, what they actually did was abduct me.

The they I am referring to is a female paganesque fraternity that empowers womanhood with their rite of breakup when the lunar cycle creates the wide moon.

The ritual of interval, is to devote new devotees the rites of transit to the heathenish fraternity via transition….a clip of testing to prove their devotion and full commitment to the superordinate power of pagan womanhood over mortal man.

It also requires a sacrificial being for the changeover ceremony…………I was abducted to be that.

The good afternoon of that total lunar month I was taking my normal route to get the afternoon theme walking down the quiet rural area lane to the store and neared the brown control board van parked at the side of the route and a youngish female squatting, inspecting the front wheel, her back towards me.

I moved closer to offer help and as I came up to her offered a"can I be of any supporter ? ”. And suddenly felt the thrust of a syringe in my shoulder. I whirled round, saw a ski masked covered look and then blacked out.

I came to consciousness to the crackling of firewood and the faint smell of wood gage. I was on the soil and I felt the deliquium cool evening piece of cake. I opened my eyes, it was glum, I saw trees, I was outside in woodland.

I tried to pile up my mentation and also rise but as I moved to I could not. I was bound. I started to panic. What the sin is happening.

"Goddess genus Selene he is waking"I heard a womanhood voice.

"Good, evoke the pious one"

I felt myself being raised. I could now feel the straps around my berm and each of my biceps, elbows and wrists, and the rope along my arms that they were attached to and which was being used to prove me. My implements of war were stretched out along the R-2 and it was being made taught between two trees so that my toes were several inches above the ground.

I looked around in impact. We were in a glade, wickedness and trees all around. I am hung crucified on a rophy with a silk like poncho or cape covering me. A large ardour some xv human foot away illuminating the area and I counted 9 figures. 7 of the figures wore Andrew Dickson White full duration robes, one a more flowery full duration gown, and one a poncho style cape similar to the one I had on but hers was brusque. They all also wore white life-time like plaster of Paris face masks covering their faces down to their backtalk with holes for the eyes.

"What are you doing…why am I here….what are you doing with me ?"I pleaded, fear in my spokesperson.

I felt restraint around my ankle being pulled in the centering of the two trees and my stage were stretched fully extended and tied off.

Again I pleaded"Please, why am I here….what are you doing to me ”.

The one with the more flowery garb stepped forward, ignoring my plea and said"Disrobe the pious one ”.

One of the following pulled the covering off me.

I hung pegleg scatter eagled apart completely bare and helpless before them.

She spoke again, and I assumed by the dissimilar dress that she was the Goddess Selena I heard spoken when I woke.

"Look at the feeble masculine tomentum on his body…. He requires preparing….SHEAR HIM sister ”.

Two of the sisters stepped up with cordless limiter and turned them on. They both placed the vibrating buzzing implements on my navel and started pushing upwards with me tensing my stomach in reaction. My dresser hair started falling away.

They repeated the clip and I tensed and struggled to no avail as the vibrating tools moved towards my tit made hard from the cold.

"Please god no please no"I begged as the blade blades came towards my pink teats. I felt tears in my optic from the thoroughgoing reverence of what was going to happen….thankfully they veered around my nipples, and I swallowed with easement. After my chest they moved to my scalp then my ramification and seawall, removing most of the hair that had grown on me my own aliveness. And was a contribution of who I was as a being.

Once they were finished Goddess Selena Issued a second command.

"shave him so he is as bare as the day he came out of a womans womb"

Another two of the sisters approached with a bucket of fulsome water and sponges. They doused my body with the cold liquid and started shaving me. I tried to stay still as the blades went over my skin, but by the finish I had nicks from the razors all over me.

I hung there completely bald, without even eyebrows or testis hair.

Goddess Selena turned to the one dressed similar to what I had worn."Anoint your forfeit sister ”.

The one spoken to picked up a turgid feeding bottle and moved to my now completely bare skinned trunk and started to anoint me with the fragrant stinging liquidness from head to toe and every ding on my dead body burnt when the liquidness touched it and I writhed in the agony it caused to me.

The Goddess looked at me. Inspecting me.

"sis, tie the pious ace scrotum so his egg can not crawfish out into his body…..the male person sacrifice must be fully exposed for the use of our novitiate here"she said gesturing to the one who anointed me.

One Sister grabbed my ball sac and pulled my balls whilst a 2d fastened cord around the base of my scrotum so when they released their hands my formal was visibly trapped within my Ball bag and exposed.

"The vino"Goddess Selena commanded.

A sister brought a tray with silver chalice and a wine jug.

They took a goblet each.

Goddess Selena started speaking.

"baby, tonight we are initiating our novitiate capital of Montana. Our faction is built on the true belief of our empowerment as the superior subspecies and the emasculation of man. And Helena is here to evidence to us that her impression align truly with ours. Womanhood have been disempowered by men since Adam. But our sect and others all over the macrocosm are waging a war of change."

She gestured towards me hanging, limbs spread apart, completely hairless and naked.

"They, from the moment of birth have beaten down womankind. Tonight Novitiate Helen of Troy will do as we all have done to become a babe in this religious order. She will prove her empowerment and strength as a sister over the maledom by emasculating that"

She gestured towards me once more. Then they raised their goblets and imbibe a pledge to the castration of me ! ! !.

They finished their toast and the novitiate called Helena stepped forward and removed the mantle like top to reveal her pert slim dead body. She had tiny boylike tits and small proud tit. Her legs were slim and she wore tight white high cut panties outlining her vulva. Somehow I thought she could only be eighteen or so.

"Make us proud novitiate…emasculate that worthless thing…show us your disrespect of their kind"

"Yes Goddess"the noviciate replied and I saw the smile on her face as she spoke. And the slightly softer"Happy to ”.

That young girl approached me and raised her voice so the faction appendage could discover as she addressed me.

"You are about to succumb to the office of the sect of fair sex empowerment……….we who have cunts………I, as the channel of this holy sect today……. am going to demonstrate to my fellow sis that I can willingly destroy your maleness, both physically and mentally. I am going to have you suit all but a shell of a man."

She continued her address.

"What are you…200…220 hammering ? ... .that is twice what I weigh….but I have a cunt…that means I will demolish you"

Then softer to me.

"And I hope you try to resist…please dissent ”.

She swung her arm in a ark and slapped my side. The sound echoed in the clearing. With her other hand she slapped my other cheek. And repeated the slaps, waiting after each one so as to get a unspoiled swing and impact.

After some twenty smack my head was beginning to sway through the stock to my neck opening and my face red with the impacts.

She moved back and looked at my genitals.

"spirit at these miserable things babe. male person are proud of their crotch. They think these make them the powerful race."

capital of Montana directed her run-in to me.

"William Tell me ………what purpose does your ballock serve……TELL ME."

"To produce sperm"I said quietly.

"To produce sperm cell to make a woman pregnant…or your own pleasure ?"

I replied quietly again"Both."

"BOTH"There was an sharpness to Helena, s reply.

"Are your pathetic balls important to you ?"

My font gave away the fear I had.

"ARE YOUR BALLS IMPORTANT TO YOU !"

"Yes"I answered.

"Then I am going to demolish your precious ballock to prove the weakness of man."

She balanced herself and swing her leg up between my outstretched pegleg. Her instep hit the top of my groin and caught my ball sac.

I grunted at the impact.

She balanced again and snapped her boot upwards. The smack of the instep making link with my tied scrotum rang out.

I let out a screaming of agonising pain.

"goodness"Goddess Selena said encouragingly.

Once again Helena readied her lithe young boyish physical structure. I fearfully watched as she took aim. My jetty totally exposed. My turncock flopping down and my balls trapped in my level scrotum with no where to go.

She kicked my clod hard.

"AAAAAaaaaagghhhh"I screamed. The pain excrutiangly shooting through my balls and groin. My adulterate peg musculus trying to contract to protect my groin but unable to motivate because of the restraints.

"AAAAaaaaagggghhhhh"again I screamed as another kick landed squarely on my now bruising testicles making every shock magnified in pain.

Again and again capital of Montana kicked my ensnare ball sac. I wept….and screamed and screamed with bother as this untested girl set about destroying my manhood.

After what seemed like an eternity of pain she stopped….. I hung there crying and sobbing like a baby as the fellow member of the sect looked on. My balls throbbed painfully and I could sense the swollenness of my scrotum against the back that imprisoned my nut. swither and tears mixed on my body.

Goddess Selena moved forward to the near defenseless novitiate Helena and raised the staff in her hand.

The top of it had was decorated with a silver round curved form depicting a serpant wrapped around a rod in a barleycorn fashion. It was some 10inches long and 2 inch in diameter. She raised the placid emblem.

"baby this symbol of fecundity will be used on this male variety to revenge their use of their humanity on woman."

She passed the rod to Helena and moved back.

Helena stepped forward to me and raised the rod for me to see. The ash grey glinted from the firelight.

"You use your pathetic putz to penetrate women. You will now be penetrated by a fair sex"With that she stepped over the rophy jack knifing my pegleg apart and behind me.

I knew what she was going to do. I felt the cold metal against my taught buttocks and arse cheek crack cocaine. Felt it push down towards my sphincter. My spread bound legs meant my arse muscles were partially stretched apart already.

I felt the tip of the snake head at the entrance to my hindquarters and the untested woman started to penetrate me.

I was unable to do anything to forbid her violating my arse and felt her violence the metal object of natality on the end of the magnetic pole into my back enactment, forcing my arse muscles to part and succumb to her..…raping my backside.

I screamed with pain in the neck as she pushed the symbolic serpant brutally into me until I was fully impailed, The torture was sickening and I screamed more as she positioned the base of the rod into the ground.

I was still suspended but now with almost 10inches of their phallic symbol inserted into me.

My cock had also become trucking rig hard as my prostrate had been stimulated during the posterior invasion.

This sect against maleness saw my erection starting….the very symbolization of what they hated …a male cock.

"Sister Helena"Goddess Selena said

"Look…the pious one is rejecting your dominance by displaying an erection."

I saw a leer on the part of Helena, s typeface seeable below her mask.

"I will allow him to blunder one utmost time…..in a few minutes Goddess………and he will see that the finish sperm cell he produces will be red with blood because I have destroyed his balls."

With that she again started kicking me debunk tumefy ball sac.

"AAAAaaaaaaagggghhh"I screamed again and again as this Whitney Young little girl vengefully kicked my defenceless balls with the desire to deflower them.

She stopped.

"Release his branch"the now sweating capital of Montana ordered.

I felt the loosening of the ropes around my legs. My aching muscles now weren't working from the prolonged strain as my legs lowered so my toes were still several inches above the ground and I felt the phallic symbolization in my raped arse more intensely.

Helena raised her coat of arms and began unbuckling the shoulder strap from my radiocarpal joint, elbow and bicep of my right arm so only the shoulder shoulder strap remained.

Again she stepped back.

"brand yourself hard before this religious order"Helena ordered me.

"If you do not I will scramble your ball till I can no longer stand"

"wank your feeble stopcock for the sisters….make yourself hard. Savour your last orgasm as a man……or turn a loss your orchis without this one last opportunity to cum"

I started to wank myself impailed on the priapic symbol.

Helena bent forward removing her white panties and stood naked before me. The other siect members moved before me too as I wanked and they let their robe fall to the floor exposing themselves wearing just panties, tits exposed…and they all too removed their panty revealing their openness for me.

Goddess Selena spoke"Enjoy your last climax from your privates whilst admiring the naked faction phallus of fair sex,"

I wanked myself before them as commanded and felt the pain in my balls ease slightly as I got ready to cum.

Then I orgasmed……. and screamed as my cum started pumping from my savagely beaten partly destroyed balls.

My spermatozoan pumped out and was pink with blood.

Goddess Selena stepped forward and handed a ornate handled blade to sister Helena.

Goddess spoke."Sister Helena…it is sentence for you to castrate him, and turn a sister of the sect"

capital of Montana tongue in hand approached me whilst two sisters tied my freehand again to the rope.

She bent down and gripped my swollen trapped ball sac……and moved the brand down to shorten me.

Then torchlights began shining in the skinny distance and interpreter of men and dogs.

The sect extremity looked startle and within moments had fled the glade leaving me hanging impaled and still with my balls.

After a match of calendar week I was up and about. The medico said there would be no lasting physical scathe to my nut thank god.

But everytime I see a girl with the sort of build that capital of Montana was I chill and wonder if I and my musket ball are on take up time .