The warriors march through the streets
In fetters after their defeat
Stripped naked, lashed, and tightly leashed
To offer penance harsh and bleak
In terror, each has lost his will
By now, they wish that they’d been killed
But soon their shame will be fulfilled
Penectomy—a bitter pill!
Outside the hall they wait in line
Their phalli docked, one at a time
Some howl with pain, some merely whine
From punishment most Byzantine
Still bleeding from the open wound
Where once a free-man’s phallus stood
To kneel before the Empress, nude
Condemned to dickless servitude!
Before the mighty Queen are laid
Their severed dicks on silvered trays
Flesh offerings that each must pay
By ritual performed that day
Each captive keenly now aware
His life at stake in dark despair
Those chosen she will soon declare
The rest? A sword will end their care!
Made now to stand behind their trays
On which their severed manhood lay
Still bleeding while the Queen surveys
Their offerings on grim display
To choose the few she deigns may live
As chattel thralls, their cocks to give
They supplicate, —will she forgive?—
To make them slaves and let them live!
She circles ‘round the desperate lot
Of warriors whose capture brought
Their phalli docked—yet stones were not!
Frustrated shame to be their lot?
She mocks one cock as undersized
Condemned in shame, the man chastised
Then put to sword before their eyes!
The rest now fearing for their lives
With crop in hand, by harshest “Whack!”
She tries the next man’s scrotal sac
And drops him to the ground, well-wracked
Then put to sword for what he lacked!
The next two men, the queen invoked
By regal wave most grandiose
They each received two cutlass strokes
Their bollocks slashed, and then their throats!
The next one surely drew her eye
A tall, dark, strong and handsome spy
She teased him, “I won’t let you die
But kiss those massive stones goodbye!”
"My dagger!" was her curt demand
The queen herself then cut the man!
She smiled, his heavy stones in hand
By regal honor now unmanned
The Empress, bored, with fingers bloodied
Ordered all the rest be nutted
Then, her favored spy was sutured
As the rest were harshly neutered!
By her command they stood at station
Following their mass castration
Bleeding out in that duration
Few survived emasculation!
Survivors sent, with trays in hand
Outside the castle, there to stand
Before the people's harsh disdain
Now fettered by the eunuch’s shame!
Written by ReggiePoet
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