Carnival of Torment | Final Part | Project Moon

>!Contains depictions of castration!<

The vote was kinda close, so I let the story reflect that. Thank you all for the support.

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The cruel mistress pierced you with her gaze as your swollen nut was trapped between her bare toes. The weird talismans, having served their purpose had already burned away, leaving you with another, novel source of pain, you’d imagine that’s what it would feel like to have your testicles branded. If everything she’d done before hadn’t convinced you how close you had come to losing your manhood, this might as well have been just another drop in a bottomless cup, but it didn’t make it any less painful.

She demanded a single thing from you : a nod. That would be all it would take for her to remove your restrains, but not to let you go. In very clear terms you were made to know that the only thing you would be allowed to do once free, was to turn the safety off on the drone that injected you with miracle medication that brought your balls back perfectly intact each time they were damaged to the point that no amount of stitching would be able to save you from becoming a eunuch.

It wasn’t really clear what would happen in that case, but from her hints you could at least gather that the healing wasn’t as perfect as advertised, and that you were broken more than enough times for that to become a concern if your balls were to be left in that sadist’s care for any longer.

Speaking of whom, she was starting to get tired, which she graciously let you know by lifting your lower body by the ball she had trapped. She had to pinch it hard enough to make your testicle to bulge out like an overfilled balloon, in order to keep it from squirming out of her grip. She didn’t even bother hiding her arousal, using the cane she previously beat your balls with, and what you were meant to believe was basically a relic from a corporation that no longer exists, as a makeshift dildo. Not even doing it discreetly, but in a way that let you easily observe the bumpy rod going in and out of her pussy, that is if you could concentrate on anything other than the radiating pain from the abuse she didn’t intend on stopping until a faint but familiar sound interrupted both your pitiful squeaking and her pleasure-filled moans.

“One down, one to go. Take your time to decide, little rabbit, if you still can hear me,” she sneered as she slacked her toes and stomped down forcefully with her heel, ensuring that your testicle was properly broken, with no intention of stopping at just that much. “Just so you know, I’m not going extra just to punish you for refusing, I’m just getting my money’s worth,” she declared with a wide grin once you stopped squeaking like a broken toy. You were both panting, but for obviously different reasons. Once both of you caught your breath, she started moving around her heel, like a maestro directing an orchestra of one. She intended to squash every morsel of nutmeat that had the audacity of being solid, and even if it felt like an eternity to you, it must have been too short of a fun time for her, as she tossed aside the wet cane and jumped off the table you were bound to, landing near a table with an assortment of tools, probably from the same place.

“Have you ever been shot with a gun before? Probably not, right? It’s one hell of an expensive way to get hurt,” she turned to you and flashed a pair of pistols with butterfly engravings on them. She aimed the white one at you and before you could even hear the shot ring out like a high-pitched bell, you felt a sort of dread you weren’t expecting from a gunshot wound. “Weird. No hole,” she said quizzically as she touched your arm, where she must have been aiming. She aimed the other pistol, one which had the inverse colouring of the first, on the same place and after another bell rung out, you recoiled from the pain that was properly appropriate.

“Aha… so that’s how it is,” she murmured as she deftly maneuvered herself to a place from where she could take a clear shot at her favourite part of your body and pressed a button on the table to have you in a vertical position, probably so that she wouldn’t blow your head off if she missed, after all she had only half a target to hit.

You weren’t fond of the pain this probably illegal weapon inflicted, but at least once she blasted your last ball off, you’d finally be free, although it felt that the white pistol was the more dangerous to you at the moment. You didn’t get to dwell on it for too long as the bells started ringing again, with her taking rapid shots at your sole intact testicle. Half the time, you felt a wave of lamentation wash over you, the other half, only slightly dulled by the grief of the first, you felt something piercing your nut, all the way through. But even though it left microscopic holes and a sort of lingering tearing, it didn’t feel like you were getting closer to being castrated.

With each shot of the white pistol, it felt like you’ve lived your life for naught. Like it didn’t even matter. Who would be with someone like you anyway? A nobody who had to go through all this for a quick buck. Though there was someone who was willing to at least give you a brief companionship, even if she was laughing like a maniac while shooting at your half-emptied sack at that moment. Maybe it was worth it. Maybe if you weren’t meant to experience anything of the sort anyway, giving away your balls for a single night would be worth it? Despite your best judgment, you nodded. It didn’t stop her from shooting your decaying balls with a couple more bullets, mind. She did empty the magazines before staring at you in disbelief.

“Oh,” the surprise was genuine, at least. “I thought you’d agree right away if you were planning to. You must really enjoy this if you waited till the last second to decide,” she put the guns aside and released the mechanical restraints. Your ankles and wrist were reddened from chafing against the metal, but you didn’t notice the discomfort due to more pressing concerns. It didn’t even cross your mind to take the pistols yourself, after all, you already flipped the switch.

“Good rabbit. Sit on the ground.” You did as was asked of you, and in return she draped the front of her dress over your head. It was hard to see what was in front of you, but you didn’t have to guess, the alluring smell drew you in before the command she issued was fully out of her mouth. “Lick!”

You were drowning in her juices as you pressed your face in her crotch. You couldn’t control yourself and let yourself loose, grabbing handfuls of her soft, shapely ass while at it. And would she blame you for it? You had to pull yourself up to get the job done, after all, and it was good to have such convenient, pleasant handles to work with. She even helped you out by grabbing you by the hair and keeping you from removing your tongue. It was getting hard to breathe and you were completely entranced, enough to not notice the tip of her toe digging into your last ball, all you felt was her foot occasionally brushing against your cock, and in the moment, it was beyond bliss.

She had already taken herself close enough to the edge for you to push her over with relatively little effort. Her love juice gushed over you and you tried to savour the taste as your cock sprayed cum like a mighty pump, even getting some of it on her thigh. But the only were allowed to cum if your testicles were being destroyed in the same moment.

*SQUISH*

When you came to, you found yourself on a soft mattress on the ground, in the corner of a small, sparsely decorated room. You still had a mask on your face, but this time there were no cameras and no drone. You tried to exit, but before you could reach the door, your stomach turned as you were yanked backwards by a leash tied to your balls. Contrary to what you expected, your did indeed have your balls, but they felt weird. They were oversized for one, but once you investigated them, you felt that the shape was all wrong, and they were way too sensitive. Good thing the leash was padded with a soft material, or else you probably would be in a lot of pain.

“Hey little piggie,” a cheerful voice called out to you as the door swung open. “Getting comfortable with your new living arrangements? By the way, how are those fat useless balls of yours feeling? I had so much fun with them once you got knocked out, but I guess it would have all felt the same to you, so you didn’t miss out on much. Why useless? Well, if we leave the technical mumbo-jumbo aside, your balls were regenerated so many times they no longer produce anything that could impregnate a human. Maybe you’d be able to mate with a pig or something,” she laughed.

“This isn’t what we agreed on!” you snapped at her, taken aback by the fact you could hear your own voice again.

“Did I not deliver on my promise? Wasn’t it great to serve me? You even came buckets. It was like you were trying to impregnate me from all the way down, but you missed your chance.” She approached you and all you could do was crawl away into the corner, whereupon you hit the wall and could retreat no longer. She picked you by your hair, this time the act was much more painful. Bringing you up to your feet, she told you to your face, “Now you’ll never be a father. Never. How does it feel to have the last virile sperm you’ll ever produce be something I, the person who neutered you, just washed off myself with hot water.”

You tried to answer, but that one outburst was all you would get to say in a human voice, instead you squealed like a pig. “Phahahaha! Worth every Ahn! Now think about your behaviour and I might use you as a dildo once in a while, once I’m done having fun with your testicles, if you can call them that. Maybe I’ll even let you leave the house and spend the money you earned from that gig. Hope it was worth it!” She effortlessly threw you to the ground and left the room.