Carnival of Torment | Part 3 | Project Moon

>!Contains depictions of castration.!<

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You did not immediately recover from the last round of ball-popping, as you lost consciousness before the healing effect of the HP ampule could stop the pain from shutting down your brain. It was a miracle you could stay responsive as long as you did, really.

But even in the warm embrace of nothingness, you could not escape what she had done to you. The image of your own manhood reduced to a plaything for her pleasure herself with and then destroy without a second thought was seared into your mind. A voice echoed in your mind again. A feminine one, a familiar one, but one which did not belong to the sadistic bitch that laughed as you held the pulped remains of your balls in your hand. She wanted you to act, do break free, but she was too late.

“Wakey-wakey, little rabbit. If you don’t get up, I’ll have your eggs for breakfast while they’re still attached. That’s a nice reaction! Don’t struggle, you’re already at our next destination.” You were bound and in a position that you’ve grown accustomed to throughout the night. What made this so special, you may ask, and the answer would be that your privates were no longer out in the open, and were instead covered in what you could only think of as charms. Yellow and orange in colour, they were all over your cock and balls, and they felt unnaturally heavy.

Your master was still very energetic, walking around you with a pep in her step as she swung around a cane that was covered in the very same talismans as your crotch. It was obvious what was about to happen, yet instead of worrying about the cane that had about 99% chance of colliding with your encased nuts in the very near future, your gaze was focused on the rest of her. Even if in the moment before passing out you were overwhelmed with unspeakable pain, you could still very vividly feel what must have been your dick inside her. If one of your balls wasn’t already reduced to goo at that time, and the other was still in once piece, that would have been heaven. It was enough, in fact, to give you a painful erection which didn’t go unnoticed.

“I may have broken your balls a bit too much last time, you don’t want to see what’s going on down there, trust me. But they told me that I could still break them once before they’d have to take you away to avoid ruining you completely. Isn’t that exciting? You’ll get to experience all the wonders of getting castrated, without the consequences…” She sounded disappointed by the end of her speech, which she tried to hide by cheerfully swinging the piece of talisman-covered wood at your balls with a satisfying squelch. Your squeaking was almost deafening, but didn’t last long.

“Say, what about a deal?” she brought the cane at your crotch again, not really aiming well and missing your nuts entirely, but it hurt like hell anyway. It was as if something else was there, breaking your balls in sync with her strikes. “You have, until I pop your balls, to nod in affirmation. If you do, you’ll turn off a little switch on the drone’s back that will waive the part of the contract that ensures that you’ll be in good health once it’s all over, and I’ll let you experience something great,” she walked up to your head and lifted her dress. The aroma alone was intoxicating, but before you could have your fill of the sight of her tight little slit, she stepped back and in one swift motion jumped over you, landing just a hair’s breadth off your balls, her pretty little toes almost touching the talisman-bound package.

“Needless to say, I’ll properly neuter you. And you’ll deserve it, since a pet that can only think with its genitals must be fixed before they become a problem for others. And don’t worry about the cameras, there’s no human watching them, but if I tell you more, I’ll have to kill you,” she declared as she kicked off her shoes to the ground and put her toes on your nuts, not yet applying any pressure. “By the way, these talismans are a tool meant to deal with tough threats by causing ‘ruptures’ on them, which would tear after each hit. Isn’t that so very fitting?” she shifted her weight a little and you already were out of breath from the intense ache it caused. It wasn’t even a pain you’d expect from a little squeezing, it was as if there was something breaking your left ball from the inside out.

Then, without a word, she shifted her weight to the other toe with similar results. You’ve already seen her like this twice, she was completely focused on breaking your balls, but you didn’t have time to ponder on it as she went back to your lefty, and the pain got even stronger, you weren’t sure how much time you had. This went back and forth for a bit until she shifter her gaze to meet yours, “So, what will it be, little rabbit? Do you want to get fixed?” she curled her dainty toes in a way to trap a part of your right nut between the thumb and index. Just a little squeeze would be enough to cause some serious damage, enough to put you back in the world of dreams for the last time this night if you disagreed.

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