Tracking Down The Bitch of Hardwood Prison

*Contains: >!castration focus, busting with objects, reverse rape, sph, footjob!<*

*All characters aged 18+*

“Nancy Somerset? My name is Ethan Katz. I would like to talk to you, if you’re free.”

Nancy Somerset should be forty-two years old now, according to my research. And it was obvious that she was the kind of woman that only got better with age. Time had allowed her to blossom into the sort of bombshell that commanded the attention of every man in the bar. Husbands turned their heads. Boyfriends offered to ditch their girlfriends to be with her. Before I walked up to her, I had watched this college-age guy try to flirt with her, and he looked like a horny teen next to her. Nancy simply whispered into his ear until he became flush in the face and excused himself to the bathroom. The way he walked, I knew he had to wash out a mess he had made in his boxers. Nancy wasn’t just a woman, she was a man-eater. And if my research hadn't made me aware of her past, I could have easily been turned into one of these blathering fools, hoping against hope that I would be the one lucky fool she would allow to insert himself into her glorious rack.

“Mhm, let’s see,” she said and examined me. “No ring on your finger – or a mark where one should be. No cute little bulge in your pants either, so it doesn’t look like you’re hoping to take me to your hotel room and disappoint me like all the other two pump chumps in this place. Oh, but I did notice you staring at my tits. It’s ok, honey, you can look. I’m not so arrogant that I can't take a compliment. And before you ask, yes, they are natural.”

I started to sweat. Even I hadn’t been consciously aware that I’d been looking at her cleavage, and noticing things was my damn job. “How about that booth over there? We can talk in peace.”

“Lead the way, hot stuff,” Nancy said and smacked my ass. I suppressed a yelp but judging by her cruel chuckle, she knew I wasn't as unfazed as I pretended to be.

Once we were seated and had ordered our drinks, I decided not to waste any more time. “Hardwood Men’s Correctional Facility and Penitentiary. That name ring any bells for you?”

She stared at me for a second, then leaned forward. Her boobs spilled onto the table and I was very aware of her leg resting against mine. I didn’t move it away. “You have me at a disadvantage, Ethan. It seems you know who I am. Care to tell me what this is about?”

“Let’s just say I’ve been paid by some influential people in high places to look into you. Does that satisfy your curiosity, or need I be more specific?” She seemed intelligent enough to understand the veiled threat of my clients coming after her.

“I see, you think yourself a regular Philip Marlowe… You know, some women would call the way you treat me below the belt, Ethan.” She smiled, waiting for my reaction, but I gave nothing away. “But not me. I like a man who dares to challenge me. Yes, Hardwood does ring a bell. Or should I say, I rang a few bells in Hardwood.”

The strap of her dress had slipped of her shoulder. My lips felt parched. “You’re not wearing a bra,” I said unnecessarily.

“I’m currently missing another article of clothing as well, Ethan. Can you guess what it is?” Luckily, our drinks came at that moment. I took a deep swig of the cold, crisp beer, hoping that it would get me back on track.

When I sat the glass down again, I noticed that her cocktail had come with a garnish. Two plump ripe cherries hung from the straw, dangling from the stem. Nancy was twirling one of her long, sharp fingernails around the right one.

“In oh three, you became a prison guard in Hardwood. At the time, it was the most infamous prison on American soil. Riots, breakouts, attacks on guards and inmates almost every day. The mob was said to use it like a mafia community center, organizing seminars for drug couriers and car thieves. By the time you left, it was the prison with the highest rehabilitation rate. What happened?”

“I didn’t leave,” she said sharply. Her fingernail stabbed the right cherry, skewering it effortlessly. Sweet, red juice coated her fingers. But her outburst was short-lived, and she soon sucked the cherry’s contents off her fingers. “The prison was sold and everyone was let go. They turned it into a parking lot for some inane theme park they built next door. I’ve heard it’s walnut-themed. Ironic, isn’t it?”

“Is it?”

“Oh, I think you know very well that it is. You wouldn't know so much about me if you didn't know of the rumors floating around about Hardwood… But sure, let’s pretend. Where to start?” Suddenly, I felt her foot rub against my leg. When had she taken off her shoes? “How about at the beginning? Little twenty-year-old Nancy on her first day as prison guard at Hardwood. Mhmm, how could a little girl like her start at a place for hardened criminals? Surely, she had to know what would await her. It’s in the name, after all. *Hard wood*.”

She tasted the name almost like a fine wine. No, the way it rolled over her tongue, past her luscious lips, she tasted it like a lover. I found myself fantasizing about her lips wrapping around my manhood.

I gasped when I felt her foot brush the inside of my thigh. “What are you…”

“We were the warden’s last, desperate gamble. Hardwood was about to be shut down. Male guards were getting chewed up and spit out faster than ever before, it wasn’t tenable. So the warden gave us a chance: five young, impressionable girls, dressed in skimpy uniforms. The kind you can buy at Halloween stores, you know, like a slutty nurse, slutty anything? We were thrown to the wolves, and it would only be a matter of time before they held us down and *fucked* us like the dick-crazy sluts we were dressed as. I hope I don't make you uncomfortable, Ethan?”

On the surface, her question aimed at her crass language. But I knew she meant the feet she had now placed fully in my lap. Her soft toes curled ever so slightly, pressing against my dick.

“N-no… not at all. Please… continue.”

“You're cute, Ethan. Let me tell you something I've never admitted to anyone: I wasn't the first.”

“The first?” I asked, my breathing becoming labored.

Nancy just smiled. “It happened when we needed to move this guy, ‘Little John’ to solitary. He pushed me against the wall of his cell, one hand on my neck, the other fondling my tits. He had slipped out of his pants - and he was massive. A cock as long and thick as my forearm. And he was going to fuck me with it. But I wasn't alone.”

“One of the other guards?”

“I won't do your job for you, Ethan. How about we call her Mary. She was always a bit brash. So when I stared down the barrel of Little John's massive gun, Mary did her best to disarm him.”

“What did she do?”

God, she looked so terrifying but so hot. “Have you ever seen what a baton can do to a testicle? It doesn't look like you would think. There's no over-the-top noise, no funny shapes it bends into. You smash the hard rubber of the baton into the testicle and it just sort of crumples. One moment it is a healthy, round thing, the next it's splayed out, and you… just know. You *know* that you just destroyed a nut. It's… addicting, especially with big, fat cocks like that. One moment all a young girl can think about is how her little pussy will break if this thing fucks her, the next she sees the essence of his manhood get *crushed*. The illusion is dispelled. So, have you?”

“I, uhh, I'm not sure if I, uh…”

“Maybe not a baton, but surely you’ve been hit in the balls before, Ethan.”

“I, ah, y-yes, I-”

“Who was it, your sister? Teaching big brother a lesson? Or maybe an angry girlfriend, taking it out on your testicles because you forgot her birthday?”

“N-no, it was… she is my best friend and I was helping her move. I sat on the floor putting her desk together and she walked on- she stepped onto my, onto them.”

Nancy practically purred. “Mhmm, and I'm sure she was oh so apologetic about it.”

“She was, actually.” I didn't appreciate her tone. The way she insinuated that Bianca hurt my balls on purpose.

“And when you stopped holding those pathetic balls between your legs, when it became clear she hadn't just neutered you – was she not smiling? Did she not make a little teasing joke about crushed nuts or cracked eggs? Don't bother answering, Ethan, the blush on your face tells me more than enough.”

Her toes were now unapologetically rubbing along my dick. Shame and arousal burned on my cheeks. “That doesn't have anything to do with your time at Hardwood.”

“It has everything to do with Hardwood. You see, all girls eventually realize one thing: men are weak. What makes them men makes them weak. And it is a girl’s prerogative to abuse that weakness. To beat his dangling weakness when he's rude, when he's out of line. When the girl feels like it.” She took a drink while expertly jerking me off with one foot. “When Mary crunched half of Little John’s nuts, I had an awakening. From then on, we knew how to run the prison. Anytime a man got frisky with us, tried to cop a feel, or threatened to rape us, we pulled him out of his cell. And then, we beat his testicles. With our hands, our knees, our legs. With batons. One time I crouched between a prisoner’s legs and bit into his balls like a rabid dog. That was when I got my nickname. ‘The bitch of block A’. It has a nice ring to it, don't you agree, Ethan?”

“I don't, uh, fuck…”

“The prisoners were putty in our hands. When one of them talked shit, or tried to start something, we had him put his balls on the table, and all of us would come and stomp his balls, trample all over his ballbag until it was red and swollen. Every morning, we would have our little pets stand at the bars and put their straining boners through. For some, we would beat their cocks with our batons. Some would get a hard kick in the balls, although Mary would sometimes also tie their balls to the bars and then beat them over and over again. But they all still followed our orders and lined up like good little lambs because every morning, one lucky prisoner would get the chance to rub himself against one of our fingers for a minute. Just one finger, and one minute! And we would just stand there, watching him for that one glorious minute while this grown, tough man tried to make himself ejaculate in less than a minute with just a single finger. Ah, and the rats? The ones that snitched on their compatriots? We gave them plenty of reason to keep coming back, if you know what I mean. We didn't let them put their little dicks in us, of course, but…”

Nancy slipped the outline of my dick between her toes and I had to bite my fist to not moan out loud. It felt as if she knew my dick like the back of her hand. There was not a single wasted stroke. Each time she moved her long, slender leg, each time she twinkled her toes, she brought me closer to cumming in my pants. My dick was just a toy to her.

“After a few months in prison, even just the prospect of getting to kiss a beautiful woman is enough to make a man cum in his pants, not to mention abandon his buddies. You men are all the same. You all think with your dicks.”

“That's not… guh, not true…” I didn't even sound convincing to myself.

Her foot stopped, keeping me a single stroke away from a beautiful, mind-shattering orgasm. “Is that so? You won't mind if I stop here then, do you?”

“Not… a problem…” I pressed out.

Nancy’s leg moved down. She deftly avoided touching my penis because she knew as well as I that I was a hair away from shooting my load. Instead, she set her foot down on top of my balls.

“Ah, but that's not what you really wanted to know, did you? That's certainly not how we transformed the prison. You see, there are always a few boys who don’t **get** it.” She began pressing her foot down, putting a very uncomfortable pressure on my balls. “Some boys don't understand that when we squeeze and kick their little nuts around, we let them get off easy. That girls can be so, so much *meaner*.”

She isolated my right nut with her toes and trapped it beneath them. Immediately, pain lanced through me, making me sit up like I was a naughty schoolboy and she my strict teacher. “Nancy…”

“Little John was first, if you can believe it. He needed to get back at Mary for breaking one of his nuts. He had her pinned on the ground, her panties around her ankles. He was about to fuck her, Ethan, claim her as his. And then I saw it dangling there, his single, lone nut. And I reached for it and I **squeezed**.”

Her foot was really pressing down on my right ball now, like she wanted to relive that moment. I grabbed her ankle, but try as I might, I couldn't push her off of my nut.

“That's when I realized I'm a goddess. I decide whether boys get to waste their useless cum jerking off to my feet – or if I squish their nuts out of their sack and into the dust. Forever rendering their dicks useless. Forever unable to impregnate a woman. Forever unmanned.” She threw her head back in lust, while I gritted my teeth in humiliating pain. “I felt it break in my hand. Can you imagine that, Ethan? How it feels for a woman to feel a man’s last testicle burst between her fingers? Needless to say, I came at that moment, harder than I ever had before.”

“Nancy, please! My nut! You're breaking it!” Stars were dancing in my vision. I was lightheaded, feeling like I was about to pass out. Just from this woman pressing her toes into one of my nuts.

She relented, stepping off of my right ball. But rather than let me go, she scooped up my left nut, pinching it between her toes. My relief was immediately replaced by more intimate nut pain, this time focused on my bigger, left testicle. I tried to pry her off, but Nancy stopped me with a hard squeeze. My nut bulged out between her toes like those damn toe spacers for painting your nails.

“If you try to take your nut out from my toes, I **will** break it. The other one too. Your call, dangler.”

Her voice had become harsh and commanding and I found myself immediately taking my hand away. For a moment, I saw the woman those prisoners must have cowered under: a goddess that owns my manhood. Should I try to deny her, she would strike my balls down with an iron fist.

“Good boy. Now, where was I?” I bent over, unable to extricate my testicle from Nancy’s toes. I could only rest my head on the worn table, trying to endure the way she was roughhousing my nuts. My only silver lining was that every once in a while, her other foot would brush against the length of my dick. “Ah, yes. I *popped* my first nut. Little John was practically a saint after I castrated him. A meek, little lamb. He got out just a year later on parole. And now you’re starting to see the big picture, don’t you, Ethan?”

She looked at me expectantly, like she wasn’t currently torturing my maleness. “How… how m-many…?” was all I managed to ask.

Nancy took a cigarette out of a pocket. She took her sweet time lighting it, all the while squishing my nut between her toes. It seemed she enjoyed squeezing the top or the bottom of it so that it squished up or down. Like she could make my testicle dance.

“Seven that I know of. Sometimes I caught the other girls sneaking into some of the prisoners’ cells at night. The men screamed something fierce, so they definitely got their nuts busted up, but I don’t know how far the girls went. I did too, of course, but like I said – the boys that pleased me, I rewarded them.”

Another brush of her divine leg against my cock. I was startled by just how close to cumming I still was.

“So maybe they popped a few more here and there. If I had to guess, just a lone nut here or there. Losing both – it changes a man. With one left in the sack, they were still eager to fuck, eager to please.” Deep blue smoke rose from her, temporarily blocking the top half of her face. I could only see her smile at that moment, fighting with tears over my agonized ball. “The seven I know of, however? Trust me, they deserved it. They were the worst of the worst, the scum. They would never reform. Completely breaking them, *castrating* them, was the only way. We did the world a service. None of them ever re-offended again.”

I couldn’t endure it any longer. I was beginning to tremble, sweat was pouring down my temple. “Nancy, please…! My nut!”

“You know what to call me if you really want to please me,” she said, smirking.

“Goddess! Please spare my nut!”

At that, she let my left testicle slip from her toes – and then placed the ball of her foot on both of my nuts. Slowly, she pressed down. “Time to submit, Ethan. Either you give your goddess a messy, little tribute – or I crush them both right here and now. Come on, decide.”

Pain and terror coursed through me. I glanced behind me – no one in the bar was paying us any attention. I quickly unzipped, took out my hard cock and started jerking off. Right onto Nancy’s feet.

“There you go. Keep jerking that little dick while I squish your balls. Let’s hope you can cum fast enough before they pop.” She pressed down on my nuts, hard, and I rubbed my dick like my life depended on it. “Should I tell you how we castrated them? You heard about me breaking Little John in my hand, so there are six remaining. The next one was almost fourteen months later. Our boys were well-behaved, but this one tried to dig himself out with a spoon. We broke his nuts with that same spoon. Just taking it by the handle and *flick*, beating it into his nuts. Over and over again. It took us five weeks taking turns flicking his testicles with that spoon until they finally broke.”

“Guh… that’s not helping…!”

“I know,” she said and smiled. The pressure on my nuts grew. “The next one, Mary popped. She stood on his nuts, her entire weight balanced only on testicles. Then she told him to masturbate, much like you are now. The moment he came, Mary suddenly sank down an inch – his balls popped without the cum filling them. Admittedly, an unplanned castration, but that was still the end goal. It was one of my favorite ways we popped a boy, if you couldn’t tell by me crushing your jewels while you’re rubbing one out.”

The pain in my balls robbed me of almost all pleasure. My dick wasn’t even maintaining an erection. Desperately, I stared at Nancy’s tits to try and get myself off.

“The fourth one we tied to the ceiling so that his balls dangled down. Then we took our batons and smashed his nuts around like we were playing baseball. At first, we didn’t even notice when his balls had broken because his ballbag had swollen so much. Only when I started playing with what I thought were his balls, squeezing them in my hand, that’s when I noticed there was nothing but mush in there. Number five, we tied up in the guard’s gym. We had always complained that there were only a few dumbbells in there, so we made do with his nuts and made them into an improvised step machine. For five days, all five of us girls stepped on his nuts every day before they had both popped under our weight.”

My frantic jerking was beginning to shake the table.

Nancy giggled. “It’s so cute when boys get desperate to save their nuts. I think I’ll crush them once I have told you about number seven, so better hurry it up!”

I was openly weeping now while jerking off.

“The sixth one… I’ll be honest, his nuts were an accident. Mary had taken him into the guards’ showers. His cock was massive, nothing like your dainty little thing, so Mary liked to use him to get herself off. I happened to walk in on them one day and I thought I’d prank her. He was pumping in and out of her pussy, so they didn’t notice me. I walked up behind them both and **BANG!** Kicked him straight in the jewels! Except where I thought a treasure trove was, there was just a single nugget to be found. Mary had cracked one of his nuts as a warning for cumming once before, before he got her off. So when I booted him in the last nut, he didn’t have a spare. What can I say, I hit him perfectly. Mary was cross with me after that, but only for a bit. It was the best orgasm she’d ever had. And she did plan to eventually pop his other nut.”

Nancy increased the pressure on my nuts to inhuman levels. There was no doubt in my mind, she was getting ready to castrate me. I jerked my dick harder and faster than ever before.

“And then there was number seven. A real piece of work. Tall, muscular. Huge ego, tiny dick. Definitely had some anger problems. He was alone and tried to fight all five of us girls. He actually put up a good fight, but I managed to slip out of his peripheral vision and kicked his balls as hard as I could from behind. It didn’t end the fight, but it sure took the wind out of his sail.”

“No… no, come on! Gh!” My hand was a blur on my penis as I felt my balls face their approaching demise.

“A knee finally managed to rupture one of his nuts. He still managed to get up after that, but of course he wasn’t able to fight anymore with a broken ball. Do you want to know how we popped the other one?”

Nancy had leaned forward so much, she was now whispering into my ear. My orgasm was so close, I could taste it on her breath, I just needed a few more seconds.

“He pushed himself up but kept his legs spread. With a broken nut in your sack, every small jolt is like getting stabbed in the balls. So he tried to avoid the pain, you see? And that was his downfall. Mary and I, we had the exact same idea. Only she stood in front of him, and I was behind. We both clenched our fists, drew our arms back and-”

“GH! CUMMING!”

“Smashed his last ball between our fists. It exploded between our knuckles like a firecracker!”

“AGH!” I coated Nancy’s feet with pearly white strings of cum. I could feel her wiggle her toes, keeping them pressed onto my nuts. Just barely shy of enough force to crack them.

When my orgasm subsided and Nancy took her feet off my balls, my head sank onto the table. Little drips came from between my legs.

Nancy stood up. “Thanks, Ethan, it’s been fun reminiscing. Keep your nuts safe for me.” She pressed a little kiss onto my head and then walked out of the bar, my cum decorating her feet like white, slimy glitter.