Kneeling before her, you are nothing more than an object of amusement; a plaything to be altered at her whim. Lady Dark Angel relaxes, elegant and terrifying, exuding effortless dominance. She smiles, not with warmth, but with the cold amusement of a goddess toying with a lesser creature. Her eyes sparkle with delight as she tilts her head, observing you with a detached curiosity, as if deciding whether to go through with it today, or let you squirm in anticipation a little longer.
In her hands, she holds the instrument of your unmaking. A Burdizzo emasculatome; cold, heavy, mechanical, designed for one singular, devastating purpose. She lifts it, opens its jaws, and snaps it shut in the air with a sharp, ominous click. The sound alone is enough to send a shiver through your spine.
“You hear that?” she purrs, tilting the tool so the steel catches the light. “That’s the sound of fate. The sound of purpose fulfilled. The sound of the last, pathetic remnants of your masculinity… vanishing.”
She speaks with an almost scholarly interest, as though explaining some mundane part of stable upkeep. Because in her world, this is nothing unusual. Just routine maintenance. A necessity. Males at her riding establishment – whether human or beast – are routinely gelded. Some for practical reasons, some simply for the sport of it. Her stable girls find it entertaining. She finds it utterly necessary.
“You creatures are so much easier to manage once this little inconvenience is removed,” she muses, her fingers tapping the handle of the Burdizzo. “No more arrogance. No more ridiculous delusions of masculinity. Just silent, obedient servitude.”
She leans closer, looming over you, pressing the tool lightly against you, making you feel its weight, its inevitability.
“Would you like me to count down?” she asks with mock kindness, her voice dripping with amusement. “Or should I just… snap?”
Her smile widens as she watches the terror in your eyes, drinking in your fear like the finest wine. Because this moment isn’t just about the act itself; it’s about the exquisite control she wields. The knowledge that you are utterly helpless, completely at her mercy. She can end your manhood on a whim, and the only thing you can do is kneel and accept your fate.
For Lady Dark Angel, this isn’t just cruelty. It’s power. It’s justice. It’s her right.
And in her world, the only rights you have… are the ones she chooses to leave you with.
