Carnival of Torment | Part 2 of ??? | Project Moon

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

I think I might have gone just a bit overboard here. Oh well!

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The miracle drugs did their work and you didn’t even get to lose consciousness before the pain vanished completely. By the time you could think straight again, someone had come over and released you at the sadistic lady’s request. She extended her hand towards you with a genuine smile that spelled doom for your twice-broken testicles. You knew what she required of you. “Now that’s a new one. Did I break you already?” she acted surprised when you offered your fat nuts to her, yet gladly and without ceremony grabbed your sack by the base, pulled your nuts as far down as they would go without strain, and once they were nice and trapped, lowered her grip a bit and looked you dead in the eyes.

It felt as if she was looking straight into your soul, judging your slightest movements as you felt her fingers tighten up, crushing your balls against her palm. The twofold discomfort made you try to avert your eyes, your focus landing between her predatory gaze and your rapidly deforming testies. You couldn’t deny that there was something good to look at there. Her black dress wasn’t exactly doing a great job at covering her up, but from the high angle you ended up staring down her cleavage, you could notice that she elected not to wear anything else all the way down, and that her nipples were visibly stiff. This gave you some ideas, like how perfectly those perky breasts would fit in your hands, and how tight her pussy would envelop your dick once you get a hold of this arrogant bitch.

These were not the right ideas to have when said bitch had you by the balls. If you had stopped fantasizing about giving her a proper dicking, you would have noticed that her expression had changed. You probably would have been happy to know that she was impressed, but a lot less happy about what followed, “Is my little rabbit in heat? Let me fix that for you. Be still.”

You were a little late to process that, and even if you weren’t, the only difference it made was that you were unaware of what was about to happen. She yanked your balls down towards her, forcing you to follow suit. Your fall was stopped by those immodest airbags of hers, though you couldn’t quite appreciate their softness and texture as you were overwhelmed by the alarm bells going off as you felt her twist your balls back and forth in a manner that didn’t really do much damage, but which frightened you on an instinctual level.

She ignored your muffled squeaking, and despite you wishing to fight back, you could not move a muscle. It probably would have been better for your psyche if she quickly crushed your balls, but instead she just kept rolling your nuts around in your ballsack. There was some resistance, but it soon vanished and it felt like she was just showing off how fast she can spin them around. It was getting uncomfortable in a way that didn’t sit well with your stomach, but so far the initial pull was more painful than anything that followed. Once she got bored or something, she pushed you off her chest, letting you land painfully on your butt. You looked down to see what kind of damage she did but the only oddity was that your nuts were stuck together.

“Stand up and stay close behind me, we have places to be,” she commanded with a sneer, turning her back to you and walking away. With no other choice, you obeyed her command, but aside from the off-putting fact that she suddenly decided to make use of your compliance over her usual modus operandi, she also moved slowly but with energy, almost as if expecting you, no, wanting you to leer at her tantalizing ass. It couldn’t have been more obvious.

She was treating this like another game. You could look, but those strong legs of hers moving in such wide arcs with each step she took, you better believe you weren’t allowed to touch. Or maybe you were allowed to try, maybe you were supposed to touch. And how good it would feel to grab a handful of that cake. Even through the fabric, digging your fingers into such fine pastry, flipping over the dress and getting yourself a mouthful would make this suffering worth it, wouldn’t it? It felt like these thoughts were overtaking you on a carnal level, almost if you would die if you didn’t get some stuffing deep inside her womb. But as your dick got harder, the dull ache that was only growing in strength brought you back to reality as you struggled to move forward even at her slow pace.

“What’s wrong?” you squeaked in response, your confusion showing through the filter. You suddenly remembered what happened last time she saw you get an erection in her presence, and tried to hide it, but was no use. “Oh don’t worry about that, it’s a natural reaction to your balls dying. Don’t tell me, you didn’t realize?” You looked down in shock, expecting your ball to look no different, after all, nothing was wrong when she let you go and she hadn’t even touched you since then. “Wow, they did say cheap HP ampules were bad for you if taken quickly, but that is something else!” she was as surprised as you at he fact that your nuts had swollen well past what they should look like when they’re fine.

She couldn’t help herself and gave them a quick, but firm squeeze, at least that’s how it looked as her thumb dug pretty deep into the core of your nut. It didn’t hurt, not immediately at least. When the wave of pain finally reached you, it was duller than you would expect from similar treatment the same night. It also came from the wrong side, oddly enough. You had an idea what happened, but you had to investigate. Passing your fingers over the top of your ballsack, you felt that the cords connecting your testies to the rest of your body have an unmistakable helix shape. “Aw, did it finally dawn on you? That’s right, my little rabbit, the cum factories that make you so-so horny are suffocating. How does it feel?”

Your squeaking was all she wanted to hear. You could have been pleading for her to undo that hellish knot or cursing her bloodline up to the founding of The City, or whatever else, but it was all music to her ears. And when she had enough of your whimpering as you crawled over to a bench and desperately tried to fix your balls, which was a lot more difficult on account of them being twice the size they should be, she sat down next to you. “Let’s not waste an ampule on something so trivial. Here, stay still.”

She had a much easier time, since she wasn’t bothered with doing it carefully. You saw how roughly she was treating your testicles, but could only experience it with a delay. Even the inherent eroticism of having such a beauty hanging over your painfully erect cock didn’t help. A wave of relief washed over you as you could start to feel your nuts again, only it was followed by a storm of stabbing pain, as if your balls were used as a pin-cushion by a dozen or so people who took embroidery classes to cope with anger management issues, and who were not enjoying it one bit. Finally, she was done and as to not let you recover, she commanded you to run after her, something that you would rather not do while your balls were still swollen enough that any sudden movement hurt, but you had to comply.

After all those trials, you only just arrived to the second stop, a clock-themed attraction which had the logo of T-corp on it. “Now what should we do? Should I speed up and beat you up before you can react? No, that would be the same as last one… Should I have them slow you down instead? No, that’s also the same… You would be feeling all the pain extended, though… wait, I got it. We’ll put you into time moratorium.” The employee was quietly overseeing this exchange, not bothering to even look at you. When your master finally decided what to do, you were told to stand in a weird machine before it harmlessly zapped you.

“The effects will expire in five minutes before the effect expires, please leave the premises before doing whatever it is you’re about to do,” like a soulless automaton, the clerk shooed the two of you out to let the next customer in. You didn’t get to wonder what that was all about before you saw your owner’s leg rocket upwards into your nuts, her tattoos shining the same way they did when she one-punched your balls the first time around. But nothing happened. It was as if she hit a brick wall where your nuts were.

“Would you look at that, not even a scratch,” she was crouched in front of your crotch. “Isn’t that weird? I could do whatever I want, and you wouldn’t feel anything,” as if to reiterate, she drove an uppercut into your ballsack, and then immediately started stroking your limp dick. You felt neither the pain, nor the pleasure. It was insufferable. She finally decided to give you some relief, and you couldn’t even enjoy her soft touch. Worst of all, you could tell how experienced she was just from looking. “That should be enough, back to breaking your stupid nuts!” she gleefully declared as she sprung up, delivering a swift knee to your swollen sack, her other foot leaving the ground just as the first landed, but instead of driving your nuts into your pelvic bone, she just let them sit on her pristine skin. “Maybe I went a bit overboard with the kick… You just won’t really feel anything else, would you?” she sounded a bit sad as she squeezed against you and pushed you towards the wall. “I mean, when your balls explode like they were strapped to a ton of TNT, a few punches and knees won’t make a difference, would they?” She inched closer to your ear, her ample bosom squeezing against you, but not allowing you to feel any of it. “Look down,” she commanded in a forceful whisper, allowing you to only stare down her chest.

She went quiet, she was doing something down there, and she was so focused you couldn’t help but have a bad feeling about it. It wasn’t quiet, the carnival and the accompanying screams raged on, but you could only focus on her soft breathing.

”Hey, do you know how much time has passed? Was it a minute, or two, or three? You don’t feel it, do you? Me, pinching your ball, that is. I can feel it. My nails, connecting in the middle of your nut, do you think I could do that without splitting it in half if you could take damage? Probably not, it would burst like a balloon before I ever got that far.” She let you ponder on that for a moment before continuing, ”Can you feel the tip of your cock entering me? I was drenched down there from killing your nuts over and over, so it went in very easily.” She started to move up and down rhythmically, but you didn’t feel anything. “Pfft, that got you hard? You really believed me? Dream on, little rabbit,” she laughed before going into a whisper again, “I did something really nasty to your nuts while you were daydreaming, I wonder if you’ll be able to feel it once that ticking time bomb takes your manhood away. It was surprisingly easy since I didn’t have to worry about your balls exploding halfway through it, though I was more surprised I managed to pull it off at all,” whatever she had done, she was very happy about it, and she made no effort to hide it. ”Hey… want to see it? I’m sure you’ll be surprised, come on, squeak for me and I’ll let you see it, little rabbit.”

Your curiosity got better of you and you let out a curious squeak, it wasn’t even the mask’s doing, you made that sound all on your own. “Ready? Ta\~dah!” she took a step back and gestured at your fully erect dick, which was being weighed down by something. At first you smirked because you noticed a glint on your cock where it wouldn’t have been if it was just precum, but then what was hanging off of it, and the sight of it made your heart sink. She must have broke at least some laws of physics to manage that, but it sure was your testicle hanging off a cord that went into your dick, and just so you knew that she didn’t just attach some kind of fleshy prop to fuck with you, your sack was half-empty.

Your reaction was everything she hoped for and more. “Go on, touch it, it’s not every day you get to hold your own testicle out of its sack.” She urged you on, a bit too eagerly at that, and the moment you did, you could feel a terrible premonition.

It all happened in a span of five seconds, but every part was distinct enough for you to feel it. First, it was the kick, which turned out to be a total fake-out. The same could not be said about the punch, you could even see the testicle in your hand deforming to match the imprint of her fist, a momentary reprieve made your cock jerk, before you felt something break in your sack, which turned to goo instantly as that knee must have perfectly caught the other ball. Then you could feel what could only be described as hell on earth as the testicle in your hand deformed and took shapes it should never have been able to, before being split right in your hand, one half uselessly splattering on the ground as the remaining is crushed to bits as if stuck in a piston, all the while you get the most painful orgasm you could possibly have.

“Time for another ampule!”