Testicle Research Part 11: Needles in a Ballsack

*Warning: Some may view this as extreme. Feedback much appreciated. I hope you enjoy. All characters are 18+*

"So... last night was fun." Caity said with a smirk.

"The whole day was fun," Mary said blushing.

"Oooooo, you mean all those testicles we destroyed?"

"Yeah. I loved it," Mary smiled.

"I could tell. Judging by how much you screamed in pleasure about it last night, you naughty girl," Caity teased.

The 2 women had just woken up, still naked and in bed.

"We need to get ready. Lucy's expecting me at work," Mary said.

"Oooooo, you and Lucy gonna pop some balls today?"

"I dunno. She's the boss. It's her call really. It would be nice to do some research with you again though sometime."

"Not today. Unfortunately, work at the testicle research facility isn't all fun and games. I've got a day of paper work ahead of me to document our research into shoes yesterday. You'll have more fun with Lucy today I'm sure."

"Ok. Well, we should get ready," Mary said as she got out of bed.

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Upon, arriving at work, Caity made way for her office after giving Mary a light pat on her pert arse, making her squeak.

"See you later hot stuff," Caity said with a wink.

After Caity had left, Mary realised that she had arrived an hour early. She figured that Lucy would be in her lab, considering that she runs the facility, so she began to head to the office anyway.

Then she got distracted.

"HHHHNNNNNNNGGGG PLEASE PLEASE STOP!" a man in one of the labs screamed.

Mary peaked in the window of the door in which the scream was coming from. She recognised the women inside as Jill. The woman she had seen on her trial day experimenting with needles. She seemed to be continuing that research now on another young, naked man who was tied to a chair. Mary noticed that the man's right testicle had several needles impaled in it. His left testicle, however, seemed to be completely unharmed.

"Shut up male. I didn't ask you to speak," Jill said aggressively.

"IT HURTS. IT HUUUUURRRRTS"

"Does it look like I care?" said Jill as she grabbed one of the needles impaled in his right testicle and shook it violently.

"ARRRRRRGGGHHHHH STOP STOP PLEASE!" He yelped repeatedly.

"I'll stop when you be quiet."

The man suppressed his screams and instead whined and whimpered with his mouth closed.

"Much better," said Jill as she let go and gave the needle a casual flick, causing his body to tremble.

Jill turned to the door and noticed Mary observing through the window. She got up and opened the door.

"Who are you?" Jill asked as the man continued to whimper in pain behind her.

"Sorry. I'm new here. I've arrived at work early and I heard screaming. I was just wondering what all the noise was about."

"Fair enough. I'm just doing some research into how many needles can fit inside a pair of testicles. I've just finished with the right testicle and was about to move on to the left."

"PLEASE! PLEASE! HELP ME! SHE'S TORTURING ME!" The man begged Mary. Mary ignored him. *Damn right she's torturing you. Torturing your BALLS. Why would I stop her?*

Jill continued, "I've managed to impale 30 needles inside his right testicle. I'm wondering if I can fit the same amount in his left."

Realising she had an hour to spare, Mary jumped at the opportunity placed before her. "Would you mind if I watched? This experiment sounds... fascinating."

"Not at all," Jill said with a friendly smile, "the name's Jill."

"I'm Mary."

"Well Mary, it's a pleasure to meet another likeminded woman who's passionate about testicle research."

*Yes... Research.*

Mary entered the room behind Jill. She noticed that the man's scrotum was tied with some kind of string at the base, pulling his scrotal skin tightly against his balls, making them very prominent.

As Mary sat down on a spare chair, Jill stood in front of the restrained man and lifted up her foot. "This is for begging Mary for help," she said menacingly as she stepped on his right testicle, pushing all the needles deeper into his ball at once.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHH"

Mary watched on, flustered. *oooooooo, that must be so painful. So hot.*

Jill took her foot off of his tortured testicle and sat down as the man cried from the overwhelming pain. "Are you crying? God, you males are so pathetic. You truly are the inferior sex. These sensitive organs are proof of that." She gave his impaled ball a casual flick, eliciting a high pitched yelp from the man.

Jill then turned to Mary, "alright Mary. Let me show you what I'm doing here."

Between Jill and Mary, there was a table with countless needles on it.

Jill continued, "so here are my needles. I've got quite a lot as I'm trying to place as much needles in his balls as I can."

"It's always good to be prepared."

"Exactly. Now, have a look at this."

Jill picked up one of the needles and held it up to Mary's eyes. The needles were incredibly thin and long. There was something else about the needles that caught Mary's attention though.

The thin body of the needle looked jagged, with tiny sharp points sticking out, almost invisible to the naked eye.

"See these things down the length of the needles?" Jill asked.

"Yeah. What are they?" Mary asked, mesmerised.

"These needles are ones I've personally designed myself. I like to call these sharp points along the needles 'correctors'."

"'Correctors'? Why have you named them that?"

"Well, if a male talks out of line during the experiment, insults me, talks back to me, questions the legitimacy of my research, begs me to stop, screams too loudly, or just speak when I haven't given him permission, I CORRECT his behaviour by giving one of the needles impaled in his testicles a little twist. Like so." Jill, put down the needle she was showing Mary and grabbed one of the needles in the man's right testicle between her thumb and forefinger. She gave it a twist.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" the man moaned through his closed mouth, trying to be as quiet as possible as he felt the sharp points along the needle cut through the internals of his testicle. He didn't want to scream too loudly, lest she decide to twist it again.

"Oh i see," said Mary, "that's pretty clever of you."

"Thanks," Jill said with a smug satisfied smile from the compliment. "It certainly corrects a male's behaviour."

"Can I have a go?" Mary asked.

"Sure," said Jill as she let go of the needle in the man's right ball.

Mary eagerly grabbed the same needle in the same way Jill did. She looked into the man's eyes. His eyes were silently pleading her not to do what she was about to do.

She twisted the needle.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" the man moaned again as Mary's pussy started to get a little damp.

*ooooo, so much exquisite pain,* Mary thought as she pondered on all the internal nerve endings of his testicle that were being sliced as she twisted the needle. All those nerves endings deep within his testicle that nature assumed would never be subjected to such an invasive and sharp foreign object. *This must be so much more painful than trauma to the outside of the testicle. I love it.*

"As you can see from his moaning, it's pretty effective," said Jill.

"Sure is," Mary agreed.

"Anyway, it's time to move on to the left testicle," Jill said as she picked up a needle from the table. Mary let go of the needle embedded in the man's right testicle to watch Jill do her work.

Jill gripped his left testicle firmly between her thumb and forefinger with her left hand. The man squeaked and whimpered at the squeeze. Then, with her right hand, she inserted the needle. As the sharp point of the needle pierced through his scrotal skin and punctured the testicle wall, the man's body went rigid and he pulled in a short breath that was cut short as the pain was too much to bear.

It got worse for him though, as Jill pushed the needle in deeper and deeper. The 'correctors' sliced through the tiny wound caused by the point of the needle, effectively widening the hole in the testicular wall, and then sunk in deeper, cutting the internals of his testicles as the needle was pushed deeper and deeper.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" the man wailed with his mouth shut as a single tear went down his face.

Jill let go of the needle. "That's one down. Should be 29 more to go if this one can fit the same amount of needles in it as the right one." The man just continued to tremble in agony.

Mary couldn't resist asking. "Can I do the next one?"

"Of course you can," Jill said cheerfully.

*fuck yeah,* "thank you."

Mary went to pick up a needle from the table but Jill stopped her. "Now be careful, you wanna make sure you only grab the small handle at the bottom. If you touch any of the 'correctors' I'm sure it will hurt like hell. They're very sharp. The last thing I want is a woman hurting herself in my lab. I could never forgive myself."

"Don't worry Jill. I've got this. I really appreciate the concern though," Mary said, thankful of Jill's care for her wellbeing. She had only just met her and yet she clearly cared so much about her health and safety. It was clear to Mary that Jill is very considerate of others. *She's such a kind woman.*

Mary picked up one of the needles, being careful not to prick her finger on the 'correctors' by making sure that she took hold of the handle, and then gripped the man's left testicle with her left hand in the same manner that Jill did. This time his wince of pain from the grab sounded a lot higher pitched and lasted much longer, due to the fact that as his testicle was being squeezed from her grip, the internals of the testicle shifted against the 'correctors' of the needle that was already inside it.

Not deterred at all from his agony, Mary inserted the needle into his testicle. She was surprised that she actually had to push quite firmly in order to puncture the wall of the testicle. When she did pierce the wall of his testicle though, she was able to push the needle further inside it with ease.

The man moaned in pain, his mouth still closed in fear of the retribution he'd face if he screamed too loudly. The threat of the needles being twisted and the 'correctors' slicing the inside of his testicle were forever present in his mind. Mary assumed so anyway. A naughty thought occured to her. *ooooo, should I? He is being good after all. Jill said they're only used to correct his behaviour. Ah, screw it.*

As she pushed the needle further in, she twisted the needle at the same time, making the 'correctors' of the needle slice downwards through his testicle in a spiraling motion. Jill noticed what Mary was doing and chuckled. This was a new kind of pain for him. He couldn't take it any longer. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" He let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Jill covered her ears. "Jesus, that's annoying. Punish him Mary. Twist the needle."

"With pleasure," Mary smirked, knowing damn well the only reason he screamed was because she already was twisting it. She assumed Jill did too, considering that she chuckled when she did it. Still though, Mary twisted the needle further and made an effort to make the rotations quicker, making his ear piercing screams increase in severity.

"If you don't shut up Mary will just keep twisting it," Jill said in annoyance at the noise he was making.

At her words, the man made a conscious effort to silence his screams as he closed his mouth once again. Although he was still clearly screaming into his closed mouth.

"See. Works like a charm." Jill said in satisfaction.

"It certainly does. These 'correctors' are a genius idea. It certainly mixes things up from simply gagging a man during an experiment," Mary said as she continued to slowly push the needle further into his testicle as he continued to moan in agony.

"Exactly. Honestly, why should us girls have to go out of our way to gag them when they should just stay quiet anyway? These 'correctors' actually work to encourage men to treat woman with respect and be quiet when a woman tells them too."

"Yeah. You're absolutely right," Mary said in agreement as she finally let go of the needle she had inserted into his left testicle.

"Alright then, my turn," Jill said as she went to pick up another needle.

"Mercy," the man said in a high pitch that was barely a whisper, still realing from the agony of the brutal insertion of the latest needle.

As he spoke that one single word, he distracted Jill's attention as she reached out to pick up a needle. As she turned her head to look at him, she grabbed a needle, not from the safe handle but by some of the tiny 'correctors' along the length of the needle. She pricked her finger.

"OW, FUCK!" Jill yelled in pain as she quickly pulled her hand away from the needle in a knee jerk reaction to the pain.

"Oh no, are you OK Jill?" Mary said concerned.

"I pricked my finger. Fuck, it stings like a bitch," she seethed as she held her finger with her other hand in an attempt to sooth the pain. "Ow, fuck that really hurts. Jesus, those things are sharp." Then she looked towards the restrained man and shouted at him, "THIS IS YOUR FAULT MALE! YOU DISTRACTED ME AND MADE ME HURT MYSELF! YOU MUST BE PUNISHED!" The man looked at her in abject fear as she grabbed a needle in each testicle with both hands. "LET'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT!" She twisted the needles with extreme rapidity and yanked them aggressively up and down as he wailed in agony.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"SHUT UP YOU PATHETIC MALE! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO COMPLAIN! YOU MADE ME HURT MY FINGER!" She continued to twist and yank the needles again and again for an entire minute, although to the man it probably felt a lot longer, as the 'correctors' sliced more and more of the internals of his testicles.

When she was done exacting revenge, Jill let go of the needles as he whined in pain. He was crying from the overwhelming pain.

Mary disregarded the crying male and instead asked Jill tenderly, "you OK?"

"Yes. I'm fine now. Thank you Mary. The stinging has died down now," she said in reference to the cut on her finger, still angry but calming down.

Mary laughed and gestured her head towards the crying male. "I don't think you can say the same for him," she said in reference to the countless cuts on the inside of his testicles caused by the 'correctors'.

Jill's anger dissipated completely at that and she smirked, "I guess not. Serves him right." Jill then picked up the needle on the table that she had pricked herself on, this time being sure to pick it up from the handle. "Now, where were we?"

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Over the next 45 minutes, Jill and Mary took turns impaling needles into the man's left testicle. He whined and moaned in pain each time but managed not to scream out loud in pain, in fear that the girls would twist the needles, making the 'correctors' slice and cut the inside of his ball even more. The 'correctors' clearly did their job in making him behave. This didn't stop Mary or Jill from twisting the needles every now and then anyway though, just for a laugh.

Eventually, the 2 women couldn't fit anymore needles in his left testicle. And, like Jill had predicted, they had managed to impale his left testicle with 30 needles. The same amount as the right one.

Jill made her conclusive notes as Mary got up. "I'd best head to Lucy's office. My shift is about to start."

"Sure thing Mary. I'm gonna call the surgeon so she can take this male creature with a pin cushion between his legs to her surgery room and fix his balls... or remove them. Makes no difference." She shrugged. The man's eyes widened in terror as she casually spoke of the possibility that his balls could be removed. Jill continued, "It was a pleasure meeting you Mary."

"Pleasure to meet you too," Mary said as she left the room. She was pleased to have such nice and supportive coworkers. *Everyone here is so friendly.*

When she entered Lucy's office, Lucy greeted her with a welcoming smile "ah, Mary my dear. Such a pleasure to see you on time once again."

"Oh, you know i wouldn't want to be late Lucy."

"I love the attitude dear. How was your day with Caity yesterday?"

"It was great. We did research into what kind of shoes were most damaging to a pair of testicles."

"Oh, how interesting. What results did you come up with?"

"Stiletto heels seem to be the most destructive. They always made the balls pop."

"The scientific term is RUPTURE my dear. Still though, that is fascinating. I suppose this means that Stiletto's are the best footwear then. In case a woman needs to defend herself. Anyway, on to today's business. Today we're going to be continuing our research into how much pressure it takes to rupture a pair of testicles. It always seems to be 50kg force so I guess I could call off this experiment now but I want to do just 1 more day of it just to be sure. Besides, there's no harm in rupturing a few more testicles."

"Sounds great Lucy."

"I'm glad to have you back today Mary, my dear. I really missed having you by my side yesterday."

Mary was flattered by the compliment. She blushed. "Thanks."

"Anyway, let's head over to the lab. We've got some testicles to rupture."

Mary followed Lucy out of the lab. Eager at the prospect of popping more balls.