Culling the adventurer population

>!Contains depictions of castration!<

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A change in the status quo was long overdue. Too many monsters had fallen to the greed of those filthy mercenaries and their dirty tactics. The revenge started with the slimes: usually the primary targets for up-and-coming adventurers.

Thompson was one of the first to fall. A typical fighter: excellent physique, dashing looks, an oversized sword that was definitely not compensating for anything. He though himself too good to go on a simple extermination quest, but someone had to do it, and the pay would cover the night in the tavern, a hearty meal, and maybe a special encounter with a local girl, but when he reached the place, that last part felt irrelevant to him.

There was but a single woman sitting in anticipation on a tree stump. She wore no clothes and had no reservations for showing her goods to the world. She was undoubtedly a slime, that dark-blue semi-translucent skin that pulsated ever so slightly made that fact impossible to deny, but aside from that she was an unnatural beauty. It mimicked the human form, but with tits so large she could accidentally smother someone with them to death, she looked more like a sex doll.

The slime girl noticed the brave adventurer, but did not flinch at the sight of is sword. She beckoned him to come closer with a slow movement of her finger and a gesture that was undeniably an invitation for a fun time. “You think to trade your body for your life?” Thompson asked, intrigued by the slime’s intelligence. The idea of refusing hadn’t even crossed his mind. He already knew what he wanted to do with her.

Noticing his gaze fall upon her monstrous chest, she placed her hands on her tits, and after pulling them apart to emphasize the sticky, soft haven between them, closed them started rhythmically moving them up and down, as a form of erotic hypnosis. Plap-plap-plap, the sound filled the glade, but without a dick between those slimy beasts, it felt kind of empty,

With such speed that one would think it was made with the intention of being discarded, the adventurer’s armor fell to the ground with heavy metallic clanking, his weapon following close behind. His erection to poke out of his pants, but it wasn’t much to look at.

The slime looked with excitement at it nonetheless, even going so far as to make some noise that was hardly anything resembling human speech, but was cute nonetheless. She stopped playing with her tits and opened them up invitingly.

Thompson didn’t hesitate, and even took initiative, greedily sinking his fingers into her breast and closing them around his cock. They were lighter than he imagined, and the texture wasn’t what he was used to from human girls. There was also this tingling sensation that started around his cock, balls, and wherever else his skin touched hers, but was slowly going down his urethra.

The slime girl noticed him slowing down and helped him out, enveloping his hands in hers. The pace at which she could move was astonishing. There was just the right amount of friction between Thompson’s cock and the slime’s deadly pillows, that he could hardly resist the overwhelming pleasure. He’d have fallen down from the overload if she hadn’t anchored his hands to his chest.

He was thinking about killing the cheeky slime once she served her purpose as a one-time onahole, but now he was thinking of making her a permanent member of his party. No girl could really compare and she didn’t complain about his size, so why would he pass up on the opportunity to save up on all the brothel visits? He was driven mad with lust at the thought of spending each night with his newly acquired sex slave, and with renewed vigour pumped his cock deeper into the monster’s breasts. Even though there wasn’t much to strike with, it looked like it was starting to get painful for the slime, at which point the she didn’t even have to move, just helping him keep his balance was enough. He fell for it, hook line and sinker.

And when he eventually came, declaring it so loud he scared the birds off a nearby tree’s canopy, he realized that something was wrong. For starters, his cum didn’t shoot out of his penis, but instead slowly drained out, and was mostly dissolved before it could colour the slime white. And then there was the burning. It was fine on the outside, even a bit pleasant. The feeling inside his urethra was unpleasant, but bearable. However there was this nagging feeling at the back of his head that finally got through with the help of the post-nut clarity.

Realizing his mistake, he instantly broke free of the slime and dashed towards his sword. “You bitch!” In a moment, the girl was split in half, and then to quarters, and the small parts of her started scattering around, as to not get killed in the adventurer’s blind rage, laughing in their own way as they succeeded in their task. He aimed to chase after them, but he’d already moved around enough to feel that something was wrong beyond just a little burning. His balls were too heavy, and it was worse than a year’s worth of blue-balling would achieve.

He tried to clean away any slime that remained on his cock, but that did little to rid him off the stuff that was already deep inside. “Fuck! HELP ME, SOMEONE!” he cried out, but to no avail. He fell on his back and desperately tried to masturbate, hoping to cum it all out, but even as through the burning he managed to orgasm, which was painful in its own awful way, nothing came out. The entire path was blocked by the slime’s sticky residue, and no matter how much he pumped his cock, none of it was going to budge.

Nobody would believe that he was an adventurer if they saw him at that point, bawling on the ground, cock in hand and crying something incoherent about his balls, which only looked a bit large for the sack they were in.

The slime’s corrosion was very weak, barely strong enough to be a prank tool for boys who aim to make a bunch of girls slowly realize their clothes are melting away. Applied from the inside and to something as delicate and complex as testicles, well, that’s a different story. Even as he desperately ran back to the town, hoping to get some help from the church, the corrosive substance wreaked havoc inside his heavy balls.

***SMACK***

“What do you think you’re doing?! Pervert!” the immediate reaction of the priestess as he shoved his balls in her face, begging her to fix them, was a punch, that almost followed by another one when the result of said punch made some of the green goo shoot out of her dick across her desk. “Ah… I see, hold onto something, and don’t bother telling me how this happened.” she had an immediate change of heart, but not one of concern, but rather of satisfaction, as if she was about to do something she wanted for a long time.

Her clothes hid most of her features, only leaving her face visible to the world, and by all means she was plain, but if one paid careful attention, it was possible to notice her nipples perk up.

“Please tell me you can save them!” Thompson cried out but still complied, grabbing onto the desk as the priestess walked behind him and grabbed his balls with gloved hands.

“Can’t say just yet. We need to get all the slime out, first. Now take a deep breath and don’t talk,” she commanded forcefully, but failing to stifle a laugh, and started squeezing before he got a chance to realize the implications.

Thompson’s girly screams were all anyone in the town could hear for the next twenty seconds as his whole sack’s worth of slime was pushed out all the way onto the stone floor. It took very little strength on the priestess’ part to achieve this result, like squeezing out a tube of toothpaste. His balls deformed with even the slightest touch and held whatever shape the priestess bent them into. By the end she just rolled up the flattened testicles to squeeze out every last bit. Needless to say, there was nothing there to save. Neither his balls, nor his dignity. A fact she declared with little compassion after she got him to cum out the rest of the slime by sticking her finger up his ass and stimulating his prostate.

This adventurer would never take up a sword again.

This was only one of many similar cases that started popping up near the low-level towns. Naturally, it didn’t stop there, and all monster chimed in, in any way they could. Little did they know that this resulted in the rise of the guild of the female knights and their eunuch mage companions.

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I'm thinking there is something here. Could explore the concept a bit more, not necessarily including castration each time. Any thoughts?