(Futa) Megan and the Mysterious Woman

Content Warning - Castration

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Megan awoke to a dull pain between her legs. She groaned and reached down to grab at her strangely sore testicles… except she didn’t. With a start she realized that she was couldn’t move her arm. In fact, Megan was completely unable to move any of her limbs. Her eyes shot open, her brain scrambling to fully grasp onto conciousness as she attempted to process the blurry image coming into focus in front of her. Her unclothed body was bound against her bed frame, each of her limbs splayed out in an “X” shape and handcuffed to the rails. Peering over her ample C cup breasts, Megan noted her flaccid cock draped across her stomach, beneath which her hefty testicles were pulled taught away from her body and strapped down to the top of a large slab of stone positioned in between her legs

“Finally waking up are we?” A female voice came from Megan’s left. Turning her head she was just able to make out the woman from the neck down. Her massive breasts greatly outsized Megan’s own, perkily draped over her curvaceous figure. Between her legs was a smooth innie pussy, fat enough to be seen from the front even while the mysterious figure was bending slightly forward. Despite her confusing and increasingly worrying situation, Megan felt a stirring in her groin as her flaccid member began to grow. “You were out for a while, you know.”

“Ugh, wha-? W-who are you? What did you do to me?” Megan stuttered out in a daze, Continuing to scan the room in an attempt to make sense of her situation. Her heart dropped as she noted that laying on the stone slab, right next to her grade-A egg sized testicles, was a hammer.

“Shhh… just relax sweetie… I’m here to fix you!” The mysterious woman spoke softly. She reached between Megan’s legs and began to slowly trace a finger in circles around each of the plump plums as she continued “You don’t know me… but I certainly know you. Every part of you, in fact… down to the exact diameter of each of your testicles!”

Megan stared on in disbelief. She suddenly did not like the direction that this conversation was headed.

“Lefty’s got a circumference of 6.3 inches, while your right nut comes in just a little bigger at 6.5! Those are some pretty good numbers!” The woman exclaimed excitedly. “The largest I’ve taken care of so far were almost 10 inches around! Can you believe that? Those fuckers took ages to finally give in!”

Megan gulped hard, feeling tightness well up in her chest as she spoke sheepishly “T-taken care of…? Give in? What’s t-that supposed to mean?”

The girl erupted into laughter, closing her hand around both of Megan’s trapped eggs and squeezing hard enough to elicit a groan of discomfort from the bound futa. “Uh… hello? Earth to Megan... I’m obviously talking about breaking your balls! You know, like popping them? Smashing them open? Turning them to useless paste at the bottom of your limp sack? Ringing any bells?”

The girl increased the pressure of her grip with each new question proposed as Megan felt her delicate futahood begin to deform between her assailant’s feminine fingers. Now fully aware of the precarious situation she had awoken into, Megan began to thrash against her restraints to no avail.

“That won’t work, trust me.” The mysterious perpetrator stated matter-of-factly as she began to roll her thumb around deep in the center of Megan’s left testicle. “I’ve done this process on much more musclebound futanari than you and even they couldn’t break my binds.” Megan arched her back in an attempt to pull her testicles free from their secured position against the stone, however only succeeded in causing herself more agony as the delicate cords and tubing anchoring her testicles in place were strained and yanked by her attempts at escape. Feeling as though her nut-cords were about to snap under the tension, Megan defeatedly ceased her attempts at escape, sinking back down into the bed as she continued to elicit whimpers and moans of pain.

The girl giggled once more before releasing Megan’s brutalized babymakers. Megan let out a sigh of relief, however her respite was short lived as she watched the woman’s hand move toward the hammer.

“Now… so far my record is three swings.” The girl said cheerily, fully stepping into view and locking eyes with Megan’s. Megan had never met the woman before, but couldn’t help but feel that her long, red hair and bright blue eyes were familiar. Megan stared back at her, speechless as she watched the horrifying scene play out. “Three swings of my hammer to pop a testicle, that is… but, today I’m thinking we shoot for just one!”

Without any further word the woman brought the hammer above her head and swiftly slammed it downward. Her adrenaline racing, Megan shut her eyes and awaited the nut-shattering blow.

*Thunk!*

Megan heard the sound of the hammer connecting and tensed up, expecting unbearable pain to shoot through her body at any moment… but it never came. Slowly she opened her eyes to see that the hammer had landed just to the left of her ball-bag, striking the stone. Looking up she saw the red headed girl smirking, obviously gaining great satisfaction from prolonging Megan’s fear of losing her testes.

“Oops… looks like I missed. Guess we’ll have to try again!” Teased the woman, raising the hammer above her head once more in preparation to strike. “That one didn’t count since I didn’t actually hit you… lm still gonna pop your plum with just one hit! Ready…?”

The woman sat there with a huge grin, hammer above her head as she continued to stare Megan directly in the eyes. “Say goodbye to your testicle!” With that, the hammer shot downward toward Megan’s left testicle.

*Splat-POP*

Megan’s world exploded. She felt her entire body tense up as pain coursed through every molecule of her being. Her vision went white and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her cock began to twitch intensely as she felt a warm pressure begin to force its way up her semi-erect shaft. As Megan stared right down the barrel of her pump-action, a geyser of cum bigger than any she had ever let loose before blasted her directly in the face, making her choke and gag as she felt the hot load shoot directly into her gaping mouth and down her throat.

Megan lay there choking and spitting, feeling as the woman lifted the head of the hammer from the now lumpy left half of the futa’s ball-bag, placing it back down on the stone next to the testicle it just ruined. Using one hand to rub away at her now leaking cunt, the girl began to poke around and play with the mushy remnants of Megan’s once proud teste with the other.

“Fuck…” the redhead moaned to herself as she continued to prod at and squish at any chance Megan’s testicle had of being repaired, slowly and methodically liquifying every last broken piece she could find in the soupy testicle leftovers. “God, this part is one of my favorites… feeling your babymaker rendered useless between my fingers… knowing that~haAh~that I just took away half your futahood…! Oh *fuck!*”

The red headed woman buried her face into Megan’s mushy ex-testicle as her back arched in ecstasy. Her ass pointed upward, bouncing and jiggling as her hands continued to vigorously work away at her soaking clit. Megan could only sit and watch in disbelief as the woman began to shake uncontrollably, overcome by an intense orgasm.

“Good… girl.” The woman panted through labored breaths, waves of pleasure washing over as she reached up with one hand to gently wrap her hand around Megan’s still leaking cock. She began to pump up and down slowly, using the freshly pressed baby batter flowing excessively from the tip of Megan’s member as lubricant. Somehow, despite her circumstances, Megan felt as her cock impossibly began to stiffen and grow in the woman’s feminine grasp despite pain actively frying the neurons in her brain.

The woman watched with intense curiosity as the rod inflated inch by inch in her hand, beginning at a modest five or so inches but quickly growing to a larger six… then seven… then eight…

“Wow!” Exclaimed the impressed woman. “I knew you were big, but your dick somehow looks even bigger close up!” The busty redhead wrapped both of her hands around the thick shaft of Megan’s cock as she contemplated. “Too bad it’ll never work properly again after I’m done with you…”

Megan struggled to keep her vision from blurring as she watched the lust-ridden woman’s eyes cerulean light up, clearly stuck by an epiphany which caused a devilish grin to spread across her face. “Guess I’ll have to make use of your fuck-stick before it’s is out of commission for good!”

With that statement, the woman mounted Megan, her heavy breasts swinging back and forth as she moved to position her dripping pussy above the halfstrated futanari’s fully erect cock. Without a second word, the redhead plopped down with a wet *schlick* as her hungry pussy devoured every last inch of Megan’s cock in one smooth motion.

“Oh~*fuck!*” the woman exclaimed in a combination of ecstasy and pain as her eyes watered. “It’s… it’s *really* big! You really are such a perfect futa…” she began to bounce up and down on Megan’s engulfed rod as she spoke “which is why It’ll be *so much hotter* when I take it all away from you! It’s not just about~haAh~breaking your babymakers… turning them into nothing more than a pile of pulpy mush as the bottom of your deflated sack… it’s more than that…”

Fresh waves of pain shot through Megan’s stomach as the girl continued to bounce faster, each movement jostling the liquified remnants of Megan’s left testicle. Megan could no longer think straight, the contradicting sensory overload of pain and pleasure preventing any higher processing functions in her brain as she felt the red headed woman reach back with one hand and latch onto her last intact teste, squeezing it roughly as she used Megan’s cock as her own personal dildo.

“The part I love the most about castrating a poor, unsuspecting futanari like you is what comes after.” Moaned the woman. “No more balls means no more boners… no more orgasms… no sex life… no woman will ever fuck you or even take you seriously again!” Megan could only close her eyes and resign herself to her fate as she felt the structural integrity of her final babymaker begin to buckle under the rapidly increasing pressure of the woman’s grasp. “I can take it all away from you…! And all it takes is *THIS!*”

*Splurt-POP!*

The pair came in unison, the mysterious woman crying out in pleasure and completely soaking the cock and torso of her victim as she felt the outer shell of Megan’s last testicle crumble beneath her grip in a satisfyingly explosive *pop*.

Megan, on the other hand, felt as though she was gripped by hell itself as the small hand of her assailant continued to further scramble her freshly cracked egg, each squeeze forcing the creamy liquified remains of the ex-babymaker up Megan’s still violently twitching shaft into the bright blue-eyed woman’s quickly overflowing insides.

The now fully-neutered futanari’s hips bucked wildly, her muscles and veins bulging with effort as she thrashed with renewed vigor beneath the climaxing red headed girl, each thrust of her hips causing the woman to whimper in orgasmic delight. Having lost their rigid shape, the flattened remains of Megan’s testicles slid out from under their secured spot against the stone and flopped back down against Megan’s crotch with a defeated *slap*.

Exhausted both mentally and physically, Megan collapsed into the bed once more, her cock now rapidly deflating after firing off its final, sack-emptying load. The half-conscious futa watched as her castrator dismounted, standing up and turning to admire her handiwork. Reaching for a purse she had tucked away under the bed, the woman procured a key from within and laid it gently on the ex-futanari’s cum-soaked stomach.

“That’ll unlock the cuffs keeping you to the bed.” The redhead said, smiling innocently. “Your girlfriend should be home in about an hour or so! You just sit tight until then!”

The woman quickly clothed herself before turning to once more to the victim she had de-balled mere minutes ago. With a wink she said “I had a lot of fun! Ill be seeing you, Megan” and stepped out the bedroom door, leaving the castrated futanari to slowly fade into unconsciousness.