Carnival of torment | part 1 of ??? | Project Moon

>!Contains depictions of castration and severe bodily harm!<

Let's see if there are any sleeper agents in here. I hope this will be to your liking.

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You were told this would be a quick and easy way to earn some extra Ahn, a fairly good amount at that; you were told that all you’d had to do was to attend to the customers at a fun high-class event; you were told that this gig didn’t require any prior experience; you were told that there were no long-term risks involved, and if anything did occur, K-corp prepared more than enough HP-ampules… that was when you should’ve walked away. It was, frankly, an unreasonable amount of medicine that was prepared for just one event, more than you could buy with a year’s salary. And, well, while none of what they told you were lies, they did omit the fact that you’d be attending to customers not as a worker, but as a prop.

You were stuck in your designated area : a small room with no windows, poor soundproofing, a small drone to monitor your vitals, and a camera that followed your every move. You felt that whoever could be watching you, was seeing in you not a person, but prey, and the bunny mask being your only object of clothing was no coincidence. The only door was locked, and so you waited in horror as the animalistic screams from the outside weighed heavy on your mind. At that point you weren’t even prey, but some kind of farm animal, ready for the slaughter.

“This one, yes. Can the mask be changed? With balls that big, he’s got to be a pig!” you finally heard a threateningly cheerful feminine voice close enough to your cell to be easily understood, followed by a refusal, which made the lady frustrated, “Fine! But I’ll be taking him for the whole night, make sure to prepare enough ampules.”

The door’s lock was disengaged with an audible click and you were commanded to step outside. The lady that bought you out for the night was of small stature compared to yourself, and just a glance at her was enough to be sure that she really only lacked in height. Her face was concealed, letting you see only her thin lips, and the rest of her apparel left little to imagination. It was clear that every bit of her was more expensive than anything you’d be able to afford in your entire life, from her jewelry that nicely accented her fine appearance, without making her look gaudy, to the barely visible, but masterfully applied ink patterns, which covered both her arms and legs. “Hm… even better in person! Are you ready for what’s about to happen?” That was a question you were only ever allowed to answer in the positive, and yet you tried to speak anyway. Your voice, however, was replaced by a rabbit-like squeak.

“Very good, then let’s get acquainted.” She wasted little time in extending her hand, but not to shake yours, but to grab you by the goods. Her gentle touch made your heart skip a beat, leaving you stunned for a moment. The pleasant softness was immediately replaced by a dull, yet nauseating ache one would generally expect from having their testicles squeezed, and that was before she started pulling you after her. You didn’t even have time to be embarrassed by the fact that this was happening in plain sight of others.

She could easily pull you along, surprisingly enough, and that is with you still in shock and not cooperating, though your poor nuts would surely appreciate it if you did, as you no longer needed to imagine what it felt like to be led by the balls. You attempted to protest against this, but only more squeaks came out. “Eager, aren’t you?” she laughed, giving you some encouragement to hurry up through the means of twisting her wrist. This time the noises you made were not voluntary as the pain shot up your nervous system in a manner you’d only ever felt while being stabbed in the gut.

The pressure you felt on your trapped balls was enough to make you want to vomit, but out of consideration to the customers, that option was taken away from you, along with your ability to deny any request in a meaningful way. You were free to scream your lungs out, though, for all that was worth. “Hohohoho\~, what a lovely voice you have, little rabbit!” she cheered at your reaction, weakening her grasp just enough for you to catch your breath, before lightly tugging at your tangled nuts, forcing you to take start walking again.

She could just command you to follow her and then you’d have no choice but to do as asked, but she didn’t do it precisely because she knew that. You couldn’t be sure whether or not complying would make her go easier on your balls or let her get to whatever torture chamber she’s got prepared for you faster, but your payout was determined by customer satisfaction, so you finally gave in. “What a smart little rabbit you are, and here I thought we’d have to use an ampule before we got to the first attraction.”

The attraction in question? A classic : “Test your might”. The hall was filled with people strapped to machines, with their customers doing precisely what the name suggest in a chase for some records. All on camera, for some reason. Despite what your tormentor’s actions suggest, testicles weren’t the only thing being broken that night. It was best not to pay attention to others, though, their agonized screams were enough on their own, and you had your nuts to worry about as you were finally issued your first command, “Go on, strap yourself in there. I want a clear shot.”

The machine did most of the work, and without much input from yourself, you were completely immobilized. “Hey, little rabbit, squeak twice if you want me to go easy on you.” You weren’t sure if she was serious with her request, but the ache in your nuts reminded that she didn’t like to wait. She nodded approvingly to your squeaking, “Good, I don’t like getting ball-paste on my fingers, anyway, it feels gross, and the taste isn’t exactly pleasant. Though that could be because of the chemicals… Either way, try not to bite your tongue.” she didn’t let you dwell on that last sentence too much as she wound up a mighty punch with exaggerated motion. The violent spasms from her strike, accompanied by the noises of approval from the machine notified you that you were just hit in the gut with the force of an R-corp Rhino’s sledgehammer. You’d think you would die from that, and you would be correct, the drone monitoring your vitals was about to inject you with an ampule before the lady commanded it to stop, “I wonder if you’re numb enough for what’s about to happen.” was about all you could make out as the world around you started to dim, the noises slowly disappearing as the punch left your insides beyond repair, and your brain was struggling to process it all, but in the corner of your vision, you noticed the tattoos on the lady’s left arm flash violet.

The destruction of your guts did little to avert the pain. You felt the wind-splitting strike in its entirety as her fist connected with your balls. You could feel your testicles bursting like a pair of cherries, and that’s just the first instant. In less time than you could blink, her fist traveled the remainder of the distance between your nutsack and the metallic wall behind them, expertly flattening whatever was still solid inside of it to fine paste. Just like that, your balls were completely obliterated, no doctor would even attempt to fix you. She pulled away her fist, revealing that she managed to do all that without breaking skin. You could see a bit of frustration in her stance as your blood-curdling scream was loud enough to overpower the machine’s announcement, but the way she shifted her legs and lightly bit on finger as her gaze was focused solely on the flattened, sagging sack of nutmeat that was getting more discoloured by the second, told you that she got exactly what she wanted.

The agony was beyond comparison, but with a single injection, it started to wane. Your empty ballsack regained its natural roundness with its occupants perfectly regenerating from their soup-like consistency. It felt horrible in a way not meant to be experienced by humans, but there wasn’t much you could do about it.

“I think that was a personal best! I hope you know how lucky you are to have such big, tough balls, they make such good targets! Now, let’s see how close I can get to popping those danglers of yours!” To which you could only answer in whatever noises the mask let you release. Your persistency only rewarded you, obviously, with a punch to your newly regenerated balls, which did a decent enough job at silencing you. It wasn’t as strong as either of her previous punches, but it was more than enough to leave your stomach heaving.

She kept true to her word and kept going until you could feel that something was starting to break down there. It was as if this was a game for her as she checked your vitals after every strike, treating this as a game, slowly but surely wearing down your testicles’ walls as the swelling got worse and worse. Your already oversized nuts were comically large by the time she held her finger to your nut and poked it lightly, causing you to break down into a screaming mess. She admired her handiwork, and hummed with satisfaction. “Alright, let’s get you fixed up and move on to our next stop!” You released a sigh of relief at that declaration of hers as the constant pain was starting to mess with your perception of reality. You could hear a faint feminine voice that didn’t belong to the lady currently tensing up her index finger, holding it in place with her thumb, all happening in dangerous proximity to your critically damaged manhood. As your eyes widened in horror, she looked up at you and gave you a devilish smile, before shifting her thumb just enough for her index to spring up and impact against your left nut. The sadistic gleam didn’t wane for one moment as she observed your testicles deflating once again as the weak shockwave spread across both your nuts, opening up the microscopic ruptures she’s already inflicted wide enough allow the drone to detect critical damage and heal you up for the second time that night.