Cheyenne is enjoying her slave’s suffering immensely. The slave is utterly helpless, duct taped to a pole with his now bruised balls exposed and vulnerable. Cheyenne picks up her cattle whip. The slave moans. He knows what is coming next. Cheyenne whips his balls with her vicious single tail. Instant black bruises appear. Cheyenne laughs. She rubs her pussy and holds her fingers under the slave’s nose. “Do you see how wet this is making me?” Perhaps the slave has a chance to save himself from castration. If he can hold out for enough ball whipping to bring Cheyenne to orgasm, she’ll spare him. Cheyenne then lays into her slave’s balls with her cane. She canes his aching balls, laughing all the while. The slave is nearly sobbing. He begins begging to be castrated if it means the beating will stop. Cheyenne can’t believe what she is hearing. How selfish can her slave be? She is having too much fun to stop. She picks up single tail and ball whips the slave more. Cheyenne asks the slave if the smell of pussy will have the same affect on him after he’s been castrated. She laughs at the slave. He is so terrified. Then she places the gelding device around his bruised and broken balls. She explains that it will take a while for the male hormones in the slave’s body to be processed out of his system. He’ll not feel the full effect of the castration for weeks. Every day, he’ll feel a little bit different, she laughs. Then, she goes in for the cut, laughing as the slave screams.
