Happy International Women's Day
*Growing up, Harry's stepsister busted his balls all the time. Then his ex constantly beat him up. Now they are a couple, and Harry celebrates International Women's Day with them.*
It's March 8th, International Women's Day, evening. Harry, a decent-looking white 30-year-old of average height, stands nervously in front of a nice house in the outskirts of the city. Most men would not want to visit their abusive ex-girlfriend who is now in a relationship with their mean and sadistic older stepsister. But here Harry is, he is not like most men.
Gabriela, his stepsister, opens the door. She is a cute Latina, a bit below average height, 32 years old, with long straight dark hair, a confident smile, firm C-cup boobs, very wide hips, thick thighs, and an enormous mountain of an ass. Today she is barefoot and wears a short, tight dark-green dress that barely covers more than her huge booty, and big, fancy earrings, as usual.
Growing up together was not easy for a shy boy like Harry. Gabriela was not just dominant but truly sadistic and mean. She especially enjoyed going after his testicles and busted them so much, yet her mom, Harry's stepmom, always took her side, never helping Harry, no matter how much Gabriela hurt him. The few times he tried to fight back he got punished for it by his stepmom, so he just learned to live with his cruel stepsister and her sadistic abuse of his sensitive organs.
This heavily influenced the kind of man he is now, and it made him the ideal boyfriend for Charlotte, his ex, who now joins them in the hallway. She is a tall brunette 30-year-old with long wavy hair, a sweet smile, perky B-cup boobs, wide hips, a big round butt, and beautiful long legs. Charlotte is barefoot and wears blue denim hotpants and a tight shirt with blue and white stripes.
As a radical feminist, she loved to beat up Harry when they were together. She would take out all her frustrations with men and the patriarchy on him and then some. Growing up with Gabriela had formed him into a weak, submissive man who never defended himself or questioned Charlotte's right to hurt him.
When Charlotte dumped him and began a relationship with Gabriela Harry felt sad, empty, and humiliated. He tried to rebuild his life, even went to therapy. Gabriela's and Charlotte's sadistic abuse had turned him into a true male feminist, so he went to Dr. Anna Zimmerman, who in addition to being a licensed feminist therapist also has a PhD in Gender Studies. Anna is both, very strict and very attractive, so it is easy for her to make Harry do whatever she wants. It was her idea that he should celebrate International Women's Day with Gabriela and Charlotte, which is why Anna herself is here also.
The hot 36-year-old redhead is a tall beauty with long, wavy hair, a bright smile, breathtaking gigantic K-cup boobs, wide hips, a big round ass, and great legs. The stunning therapist is not shy about her amazing curves, dressing very sexily. She wears black open-toe high heels, a short black skirt, and a tight, very low-cut orange top dropping massive cleavage. Harry always needs to concentrate hard in order not to stare, she has incredible tits, and she is really showing them off.
After saying hello the very nervous Harry follows the women into the living room. He has no idea what to expect, the three women planned this evening but obviously didn't include him. After all, he is only male, neither his opinion nor his consent matter in feminism.
Anna explains, “We are going to have a nice, feminist evening and celebrate International Women's Day by hurting you, beast.” Harry's heart beats faster. He doesn't like being called a beast, but he has accepted that according to feminism men are not people, only primitive beasts. “It's what you want, isn't it?” the busty therapist smiles. She is right. Years of female abuse have left Harry with a severe female domination fetish and a craving to be hurt by the superior sex. He wanted Anna's help with this, instead she now joins in. Harry is too weak, too submissive, too feminist, and too much into female domination to even consider resisting. These are the three people who hold the most power over him, all he can do is obey them.
“Get naked, beast,” Charlotte tells him. Harry nervously stares at the floor. Charlotte of course knows what he looks like nude, but the other two don't. He feels embarrassed to have to strip down and can't help but ask if that is really necessary. After all he never needed to be naked to be abused before. “Yes, beast,” Gabriela grins, “come on now, out with your eggs.” She is clearly very eager to bust his balls again.
Harry turns to his therapist. She gives him a strict look and nods, “Fully naked.” Another man might walk away, another man might say no. But Harry is not just a submissive man, he is not just a weak victim, he is a male feminist, and as such knows that women must be obeyed. His hands shaking, he does as he is told and strips fully naked. “So that's what your eggs look like. Strange to think that after crushing them so much this is the first time I actually see them,” Gabriela giggles.
“We are going to hurt you now, beast, for feminism,” Charlotte tells him with an eager smile, “And we are going to follow my lovely Gabriela and go after your pathetic eggs!” Harry's heart beats even faster. He had assumed general abuse, a beating, not three women going after his sensitive manhood. “But… but…,” he stammers, but stops himself. There is nothing he can say or do, he must submit. “That's right, you better shut up,” Gabriela laughs, “nobody wants to hear your male opinion.” “Least of all on International Women's Day,” Anna adds.
“Let's start with something easy,” Gabriela says with a sadistic grin, “we are going to knee you in the balls. A lot. If you can take it, fine. But if you go down, you will be punished. If you go down without permission each of us will kick you in the balls with full force.” “Please go down quickly,” Charlotte smiles. “Well, let's see what he can take. From all his pathetic whining about his life he should be used to a lot of abuse,” Anna laughs.
Gabriela goes first. “Hands behind your back,” she tells him and grabs him by the neck. With a big sadistic grin his stepsister knees Harry in the balls. A sharp, pulling pain spreads into his abdomen. Gabriela knees him again, it hurts. She quickly follows with another knee right into his balls, making Harry groan as he struggles with the pain. “Pathetic,” Gabriela rolls her eyes, “three such gentle hits, and you act like you are in real pain.” “Men are the worst,” Charlotte agrees with her girlfriend.
“Hold still and take it,” Gabriela grins and quickly knees Harry in the balls again. And again. Harry screams as the pain gets really bad. “Oh my goddess, listen to this beast, screams like he is really hurt or something,” his sadistic stepsister laughs. Then she forcefully knees him in the balls again. He helplessly screams and bends over in crippling pain. “The way he whined about his youth his eggs should really be used to a few hits like this,” Anna giggles.
Harry stands back up again, obviously in pain. Gabriela and Charlotte trade places. “You know,” his ex tells him, “I enjoyed dumping you, I really did. Do you remember how hard I laughed when you started to cry? But I must admit, I have missed hurting you. I have really missed this.” Grinning, she rams her knee into his aching balls with force, making him groan. She quickly knees him again, Harry screams in pain and Charlotte interrupts him by kneeing his balls even harder. It's really difficult to stay on his feet, they have hurt him a lot.
“Pathetic beast, just take it like a man,” Charlotte laughs and rams her knee into his balls again. Harry can't help but scream as the severe pain keeps getting worse. Charlotte pauses for a moment, takes a deep breath, then fires a series of rapid knees, again and again hitting his aching balls, again and again, so fast, so cruel, Harry howls in agony as the pain explodes. Beaming with sadistic joy Charlotte lets go of her ex and enjoys his suffering. But now it's Anna's turn, and she grants Harry no pause.
“Please…” he whispers to her, but she just coldly tells him to put his arms behind his back and grabs him by the shoulders. He obeys her, what choice does he have? “I know you pay me a lot of money, but listening to your pathetic male whining is just so annoying,” she tells him, “I'm glad I get a chance to vent.” The curvy MILF rams her knee into his aching balls hard, making him scream. She quickly knees him again, and again, severely hurting him. Harry really struggles to stay on his feet.
But his sadistic therapist knows no mercy, she gleefully rams her knee into his suffering manhood again, laughing as he screams. The crippling pain has reached every part of his body, and Anna just knees him in the nuts again, and again. Harry howls, his legs shake, he is barely holding on. “This feels so much better than listening to you,” Anna laughs and knees him in the balls again, and again. He nearly falls over, screaming in agony, crippling pain is everywhere. But he just barely stays on his feet when Anna lets go of him.
“Wow, well done,” Charlotte tells him, “you have taken all the knees. All you now need is to take one final knee, and you will have made it without punishment.” She grabs him by the shoulders, “Please…,” he begs her. “Don't worry,” she smiles, “I'll be gentle.” His sadistic ex takes a deep breath and brutally knees him in the balls with full force, as hard as she can, violently crushing his aching testicles between her leg and his body. Overwhelming pain explodes into his system, and his legs just give in, Harry crashes down to the floor screaming. “Oh no, fallen at the last hurdle,” Gabriela laughs. “How very unfortunate for you, you almost made it. But then I guess failure is what we should expect from men,” Charlotte grins. “Now you deserve to be punished, beast,” Anna tells the suffering male, “those are the rules, you lost fair and square.”
Harry is curled up on the floor, holding his balls in severe pain. The women look down on him with sadistic joy and demand that he gets back up. But it hurts so much. They insist. As a male feminist, Harry knows that he is wrong, and they are right, his feelings and wellbeing don't matter, he is only male. So he grinds his teeth and forces himself to get back up, even though he knows that it is for punishment.
“Spread your legs, beast, hands behind your back,” Gabriela tells him. His cruel stepsister goes first again. “Look how red his sack is, I don't think his eggs like what we are doing,” Charlotte grins. “I think they are starting to swell already, such pathetic little things,” Anna giggles. Charlotte grabs Harry's left shoulder, Anna his right. “We are going to hold you down, so you don't jump to lessen the impact of your punishment,” his ex explains. Harry just accepts it. He stands there, vulnerable, defenseless, in severe pain. His legs are spread, the women hold him down, and Gabriela attacks. With a big sadistic grin, the cute Latina kicks Harry in the balls with full force, hitting his aching testicles hard and forcefully crushing them between her bare foot and his pelvic bone. Harry collapses to the floor, screaming in agony, as the women share a laugh. “Pathetic, really pathetic,” Charlotte shakes her head.
They quickly demand that he gets back up, but it hurts so much, he just can't. He begs them for a break, they insist, but he tells them that he simply isn't able to stand. “Typical male bullshit,” Anna rolls her eyes, “what we have here is a clear lack of motivation. The beast only thinks of himself and doesn't want to do the right thing.” “Wait a second, I have some motivation for you,” Charlotte grins. She leaves the room but quickly returns. Bending down she holds a big kitchen knife in front of Harry's face. Grinning, she tells him, “If you don't obey us, I will use this kitchen knife and cut your eggs off. What do you think about that beast? Gabriela can wear them as earrings, you know how much she loves big earrings,” Charlotte giggles. Harry stares at the knife, then his ex, then he looks at the other women. They all look completely serious. They mean it, they are genuinely threatening to castrate him. With the added castration anxiety Harry finds the strength to get back up on his shaky legs, despite the pain. “Better,” Charlotte laughs. “You just need to know how to motivate these beasts,” Anna nods.
Charlotte puts the knife down and gets into position. Gabriela and Anna hold Harry down. Like the obedient male feminist that he is he spreads his legs and puts his arms behind his back. He wants to beg for mercy, but he knows better than to actually do it. If anything, that would just piss Charlotte off. Whenever he begged her to stop beating him during their relationship she took it as an insult, like he was saying that she is not a real feminist and would love to show a man mercy. Now she stands there, with a cruel grin. She aims and swings her long leg as hard as she can, slamming her bare foot into his swollen testicles with full force, brutally crushing the defenseless organs between her foot and his pelvis. Agony overwhelms him and with a shrill howl he crashes down to the floor, as the women laugh at him.
Harry is in terrible pain as he slowly curls up, holding his suffering testicles. His sadistic abusers share a laugh, but then quickly tell him to get back up again. But he can't. It hurts so, so much, he just can't get up. He tries to tell them that, but they just insist that he must get back up. “Maybe this is his indirect way of letting us know that he wants to be castrated, that he understands that he deserves to be castrated,” Charlotte ponders as she grabs the knife. “I don't think men are that deep,” Anna disagrees. “You are probably right,” Charlotte nods as she kneels down next to the suffering male, “the male brain isn't capable of such complex thought.”
Harry begs them for mercy, or at least a break, when Charlotte grabs his swollen balls and stretches them away from his body. Panic sets in as she holds the knife to the base of his ballsack where it connects with his body. He desperately begs Charlotte not to do it. “It's your decision,” she coldly tells him, “your choice. If you don't get up, I take your eggs. You know the consequences of your behavior. With Charlotte still holding his ballsack, Harry forces himself up on all fours. It hurts so much, his legs are so weak, but he absolutely believes that Charlotte is capable of castrating him right here and now. In fact, he is sure that she will do it if he gives her a reason. So somehow, despite the overwhelming pain, he slowly stands back up. Charlotte lets go of his balls and puts the knife away again, “Why do you always have to be so difficult?” she shakes her head. “It's always the same bullshit with men,” Anna comments, “they need a firm hand, or they'll do nothing but misbehave.”
Gabriela and Charlotte hold Harry down by his shoulders as he gets back into position. In crippling pain, he slowly spreads his shaking legs and puts his arms behind his back, terrified of Anna's kick. His curvy therapist gets into position. “I've wanted to this since the first time you came into my office,” she grins, “you are really asking for it, you pathetic piece of shit.” The busty redhead aims, takes a deep breath, and forcefully kicks Harry in his swollen balls as hard as she can. The suffering testicles get violently crushed between his body and her high heel and a shockwave of terrible agony completely overwhelms the howling male. He blacks out for a moment and crashes down to the floor, where he slowly curls up into the fetal position, still screaming while the women share a joyful laugh.
Harry doesn't understand what his abusers are whispering, but he is sure that it is bad for him. He has never been in such overwhelming pain and doesn't know how to deal with it. And he knows that they are not done with him, he knows that it will get even worse, and that there is nothing he can do about it. What a terrible feeling. “I think this is a wonderful way to celebrate International Women's Day,” Gabriela smiles and the others agree. This was a great idea by Anna.
Gabriela crouches down behind him and tells him to put his arms behind his back. He obeys her, and she ties him up with zip ties. “Just in case you lose control and try to defend your eggs,” his cruel stepsister grins, “we can't have that, you are here to suffer.” Harry feels so helpless, so powerless, so scared of what they are going to do to him. “Look how swollen his bright red eggs are,” Gabriela points out and the three feminists share a sadistic laugh about the state of their victim.
When they are done laughing Gabriela reaches between his legs and grabs his swollen balls, she traps them in her hand and gets a firm grip on them. “I'm going to take the opportunity to practice my very favorite self-defense technique,” she gleefully explains. “Males never let us practice this one because they are so worried about their precious eggs, but there is nothing you can do now, beast,” she giggles.
With a big sadistic grin on her lips the cute Latina squeezes the defenseless testicles trapped in her hand harder and harder. Severe pain explodes into Harry's entire body. Gabriela forcefully twists his ballsack as far as she can and pulls on it hard, greatly increasing his suffering. The helpless male lets out high-pitched, shrill howls as agony overwhelms him. His stepsister laughs with joy as she performs her cruel Grab-Twist-Pull attack.
“Oh my goddess, listen to his voice,” Charlotte laughs as Gabriela continues to brutalize the suffering testicles, “he sounds like he's already been castrated.” “Sing soprano for us, beast,” Anna mocks him. The terrible pain is too much, Harry body starts to tremble, and he bursts into tears. It is humiliating, but there is nothing he can do, it just hurts so, so much.
“Crush his eggs,” Charlotte cheers her girlfriend on as she continues to torture her stepbrother's manhood, “turn them into paste,” the sexy brunette laughs. With the greatest sadistic joy Gabriela continues her cruel attack on the defenseless organs, mercilessly squeezing them even harder, twisting the ballsack and pulling on it like she means it.
Harry is crying in crippling agony, and the three feminists are joyfully laughing when Gabriela lets go of his tortured manhood. Pain has completely overwhelmed the suffering male, but that's exactly what his cruel abusers want, they love it. This truly is the most feminist way to celebrate International Women's Day.
When Harry has calmed down a little, still in overwhelming agony, Charlotte gets into position. “Look, I went to kitchen again. You find so many useful things there,” she giggles and shows her ex two simple metal nutcrackers. Harry understands and just begins to cry again, resigned to his fate. “You could at least politely laugh at the funny joke, you know, using nutcrackers on your nuts. But no, of course not, a sexist pig like you can't admit that women are funny,” Charlotte is annoyed, “you really deserve this, asshole.”
She grabs his swollen testicles and traps one in each nutcracker, holding one in her left hand and the other in her right. Then, with a happy sadistic smile, she brutally crushes the defenseless organs without mercy. Harry lets out shrill, hysterical howls as crippling agony completely overwhelms him. Somehow the pain just keeps getting worse. “If I knew you could make such funny noises, I would have crushed your eggs a lot more back when we were together,” Charlotte grins and squeezes the suffering testicles even harder.
The cold metal of the nutcrackers deforms the tortured organs as Charlotte brutalizes them without even a hint of sympathy or mercy. “Look how he's trembling, how pathetic are these beasts?” Gabriela laughs with sadistic joy. “It is really obvious that feminism is right and that these creatures are inferior to us,” Anna enjoys the male suffering.
Charlotte continues her cruel attack on the helpless testicles, cruelly deforming them into shocking shapes. Harry howls at the top of his lungs, sobbing hard, his trembling body overwhelmed by mind-bending agony. The feminists absolutely love it. Charlotte keeps squeezing harder and harder, not worried about her victim at all. “Look at the shape of his eggs,” Gabriela laughs. “They can't survive this for long,” Anna grins.
Without mercy, Charlotte continues to deform the defenseless organs, horribly torturing her ex. “So many girls can only dream of doing this to their ex, but I actually get do it to this worthless beast, isn't feminism awesome?” she joyfully laughs as she crushes Harry's testicles without mercy. The catastrophic pain has completely overwhelmed him, he is screaming and sobbing as hard as he can and barely sounds human anymore. The feminists love it.
Finally, Charlotte releases her ex. Dark bruises quickly form where the nutcrackers deformed his severely swollen testicles. “Look at the state of his eggs,” Gabriela laughs, “how silly they look.” “Men are so inferior, it's hard to believe,” Charlotte shakes her head, “These are the organs that make them male and look at them, could they be any more pathetic?” “Do you think he has had enough, should we show him mercy?” Anna asks. Then all three women share a laugh at the funny joke and grab the sobbing male. They turn him on his stomach, and Gabriela and Charlotte hold him down and spread his legs. There is nothing he can do, he is in far too much pain to defend himself.
Anna slips out of her high heels and steps in between Harry's legs. She grabs his seriously swollen and bruised testicles and forcefully stretches them away from his body, making him scream. She places the sack on the floor and carefully puts her bare right foot on it, first cutting off the testicles' ability to move with the edge of her foot, then putting weight on it, crushing the balls underneath.
Harry screams in agony as Anna puts more and more weight on her foot, brutally flattening his defenseless organs under her soft sole. “I love doing this, flat eggs feel so funny,” she grins. In between hysterical howls Harry desperately begs for them to stop, he can't take it anymore, he feels like he is dying. The catastrophic pain is beyond overwhelming, but that's exactly what the feminists want.
The curvy MILF now stands on the helpless testicles with her fully weight. Harry's body is trembling and sweating, he is sobbing violently and screaming at the top of his lungs. Suddenly he suffers a severe coughing fit and a deep, visceral nausea grips his stomach. “Why are you coughing silly beast, we didn't do anything to your lungs?” Gabriela laughs. “Men are so broken,” Charlotte grins.
Anna keeps her full weight on the shockingly flattened testicles, brutally crushing them under her bare foot. Harry no longer sees or hears anything, the mind-breaking pain has overwhelmed his senses, all he can feel is endless testicular agony and a terrible nausea. He suffers another crippling coughing fit, and the feminists have a laugh at the horrible state of their victim.
When Anna steps of his so cruelly tortured manhood Harry is a sobbing mess. The women let go of him, but he can't even curl up, everything hurts so, so much. He is still screaming, the agony is simply overwhelming. After they share a joyful laugh the feminists look down at the broken male. “What should we do with you, beast?” Gabriela asks. “You could enslave him,” Anna tells them, “he is broken, and his mind can be formed into an obedient slave.” Charlotte crouches down in front of the sobbing man's face and gently strokes it. “Would you like that? Would you like to be our slave?” Harry weakly nods. “If we enslave him we can do this to him again, and again, and again,” Gabriela laughs. “Things are going to be even better than they used to,” Charlotte smiles, “we are going to hurt you so, so, so, so much.” “There won't be a day in your life when your eggs aren't bruised and swollen,” Gabriela grins. The couple are in agreement, they are going to enslave Harry.
“You need to make sure he is broken beyond repair, that he can never recover from this trauma,” Anna tells them, “luckily it is great fun to do this to a beast.” As Anna instructs them, Gabriela and Charlotte each grab one of Harry's massively swollen testicles. There is nothing the tortured male can do. The women crush the organs in their hands with sadistic joy. Harry howls at the top of his lungs as mind-breaking pain once again overwhelms him.
Gabriela and Charlotte bend their fingers so that their sharp fingernails dig into the tortured organs. They brutally squeeze the testicles, shockingly deforming them with the greatest feminist joy. “Thanks to all the fun we've had the membrane containing his testicles has suffered countless microfractures, it won't last much longer,” Anna explains, “left in peace they would heal on their own. But that is not the feminist way.”
Harry trembling body begins to shake and bend uncontrollably, making the women burst into laughter. He has a terrible coughing attack, it sounds like he is about to throw up his inner organs. Mind-breaking agony has completely overwhelmed him, there is nothing to his existence but suffering. Gabriela and Charlotte mercilessly deform his testicles in their hands, cruelly inflicting hell upon their victim, with sadistic smiles on their lips.
The testicles are dying, the thin membrane containing them has suffered much more abuse than it was ever intended to. It can't take anymore. Harry is beyond broken, there is no way back from this, his stepsister, his ex, and his therapist have changed him forever. Gabriela and Charlotte lean in and share a passionate kiss as they squeeze his testicles as hard as they can. Their fingernails dig in deeper and deeper, until it is too much for the so horribly abused organs and they rupture. Harry suffers a seizure as the women continue to kiss and Anna applauds them with a smile.
The feminists have carefully ruptured Harry's testicles but not turned them into mush. With proper surgery the organs can be repaired and will recover. His mind, however, won't. There is no coming back from this. The women have broken him and own him now, he no longer has a will of his own. Breaking and enslaving a man, could there be any more feminist way to celebrate International Women's Day?
***A Feminist Happy End*** ♀️
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It's March 8th, International Women's Day, evening. Harry, a decent-looking white 30-year-old of average height, stands nervously in front of a nice house in the outskirts of the city. Most men would not want to visit their abusive ex-girlfriend who is now in a relationship with their mean and sadistic older stepsister. But here Harry is, he is not like most men.
Gabriela, his stepsister, opens the door. She is a cute Latina, a bit below average height, 32 years old, with long straight dark hair, a confident smile, firm C-cup boobs, very wide hips, thick thighs, and an enormous mountain of an ass. Today she is barefoot and wears a short, tight dark-green dress that barely covers more than her huge booty, and big, fancy earrings, as usual.
Growing up together was not easy for a shy boy like Harry. Gabriela was not just dominant but truly sadistic and mean. She especially enjoyed going after his testicles and busted them so much, yet her mom, Harry's stepmom, always took her side, never helping Harry, no matter how much Gabriela hurt him. The few times he tried to fight back he got punished for it by his stepmom, so he just learned to live with his cruel stepsister and her sadistic abuse of his sensitive organs.
This heavily influenced the kind of man he is now, and it made him the ideal boyfriend for Charlotte, his ex, who now joins them in the hallway. She is a tall brunette 30-year-old with long wavy hair, a sweet smile, perky B-cup boobs, wide hips, a big round butt, and beautiful long legs. Charlotte is barefoot and wears blue denim hotpants and a tight shirt with blue and white stripes.
As a radical feminist, she loved to beat up Harry when they were together. She would take out all her frustrations with men and the patriarchy on him and then some. Growing up with Gabriela had formed him into a weak, submissive man who never defended himself or questioned Charlotte's right to hurt him.
When Charlotte dumped him and began a relationship with Gabriela Harry felt sad, empty, and humiliated. He tried to rebuild his life, even went to therapy. Gabriela's and Charlotte's sadistic abuse had turned him into a true male feminist, so he went to Dr. Anna Zimmerman, who in addition to being a licensed feminist therapist also has a PhD in Gender Studies. Anna is both, very strict and very attractive, so it is easy for her to make Harry do whatever she wants. It was her idea that he should celebrate International Women's Day with Gabriela and Charlotte, which is why Anna herself is here also.
The hot 36-year-old redhead is a tall beauty with long, wavy hair, a bright smile, breathtaking gigantic K-cup boobs, wide hips, a big round ass, and great legs. The stunning therapist is not shy about her amazing curves, dressing very sexily. She wears black open-toe high heels, a short black skirt, and a tight, very low-cut orange top dropping massive cleavage. Harry always needs to concentrate hard in order not to stare, she has incredible tits, and she is really showing them off.
After saying hello the very nervous Harry follows the women into the living room. He has no idea what to expect, the three women planned this evening but obviously didn't include him. After all, he is only male, neither his opinion nor his consent matter in feminism.
Anna explains, “We are going to have a nice, feminist evening and celebrate International Women's Day by hurting you, beast.” Harry's heart beats faster. He doesn't like being called a beast, but he has accepted that according to feminism men are not people, only primitive beasts. “It's what you want, isn't it?” the busty therapist smiles. She is right. Years of female abuse have left Harry with a severe female domination fetish and a craving to be hurt by the superior sex. He wanted Anna's help with this, instead she now joins in. Harry is too weak, too submissive, too feminist, and too much into female domination to even consider resisting. These are the three people who hold the most power over him, all he can do is obey them.
“Get naked, beast,” Charlotte tells him. Harry nervously stares at the floor. Charlotte of course knows what he looks like nude, but the other two don't. He feels embarrassed to have to strip down and can't help but ask if that is really necessary. After all he never needed to be naked to be abused before. “Yes, beast,” Gabriela grins, “come on now, out with your eggs.” She is clearly very eager to bust his balls again.
Harry turns to his therapist. She gives him a strict look and nods, “Fully naked.” Another man might walk away, another man might say no. But Harry is not just a submissive man, he is not just a weak victim, he is a male feminist, and as such knows that women must be obeyed. His hands shaking, he does as he is told and strips fully naked. “So that's what your eggs look like. Strange to think that after crushing them so much this is the first time I actually see them,” Gabriela giggles.
“We are going to hurt you now, beast, for feminism,” Charlotte tells him with an eager smile, “And we are going to follow my lovely Gabriela and go after your pathetic eggs!” Harry's heart beats even faster. He had assumed general abuse, a beating, not three women going after his sensitive manhood. “But… but…,” he stammers, but stops himself. There is nothing he can say or do, he must submit. “That's right, you better shut up,” Gabriela laughs, “nobody wants to hear your male opinion.” “Least of all on International Women's Day,” Anna adds.
“Let's start with something easy,” Gabriela says with a sadistic grin, “we are going to knee you in the balls. A lot. If you can take it, fine. But if you go down, you will be punished. If you go down without permission each of us will kick you in the balls with full force.” “Please go down quickly,” Charlotte smiles. “Well, let's see what he can take. From all his pathetic whining about his life he should be used to a lot of abuse,” Anna laughs.
Gabriela goes first. “Hands behind your back,” she tells him and grabs him by the neck. With a big sadistic grin his stepsister knees Harry in the balls. A sharp, pulling pain spreads into his abdomen. Gabriela knees him again, it hurts. She quickly follows with another knee right into his balls, making Harry groan as he struggles with the pain. “Pathetic,” Gabriela rolls her eyes, “three such gentle hits, and you act like you are in real pain.” “Men are the worst,” Charlotte agrees with her girlfriend.
“Hold still and take it,” Gabriela grins and quickly knees Harry in the balls again. And again. Harry screams as the pain gets really bad. “Oh my goddess, listen to this beast, screams like he is really hurt or something,” his sadistic stepsister laughs. Then she forcefully knees him in the balls again. He helplessly screams and bends over in crippling pain. “The way he whined about his youth his eggs should really be used to a few hits like this,” Anna giggles.
Harry stands back up again, obviously in pain. Gabriela and Charlotte trade places. “You know,” his ex tells him, “I enjoyed dumping you, I really did. Do you remember how hard I laughed when you started to cry? But I must admit, I have missed hurting you. I have really missed this.” Grinning, she rams her knee into his aching balls with force, making him groan. She quickly knees him again, Harry screams in pain and Charlotte interrupts him by kneeing his balls even harder. It's really difficult to stay on his feet, they have hurt him a lot.
“Pathetic beast, just take it like a man,” Charlotte laughs and rams her knee into his balls again. Harry can't help but scream as the severe pain keeps getting worse. Charlotte pauses for a moment, takes a deep breath, then fires a series of rapid knees, again and again hitting his aching balls, again and again, so fast, so cruel, Harry howls in agony as the pain explodes. Beaming with sadistic joy Charlotte lets go of her ex and enjoys his suffering. But now it's Anna's turn, and she grants Harry no pause.
“Please…” he whispers to her, but she just coldly tells him to put his arms behind his back and grabs him by the shoulders. He obeys her, what choice does he have? “I know you pay me a lot of money, but listening to your pathetic male whining is just so annoying,” she tells him, “I'm glad I get a chance to vent.” The curvy MILF rams her knee into his aching balls hard, making him scream. She quickly knees him again, and again, severely hurting him. Harry really struggles to stay on his feet.
But his sadistic therapist knows no mercy, she gleefully rams her knee into his suffering manhood again, laughing as he screams. The crippling pain has reached every part of his body, and Anna just knees him in the nuts again, and again. Harry howls, his legs shake, he is barely holding on. “This feels so much better than listening to you,” Anna laughs and knees him in the balls again, and again. He nearly falls over, screaming in agony, crippling pain is everywhere. But he just barely stays on his feet when Anna lets go of him.
“Wow, well done,” Charlotte tells him, “you have taken all the knees. All you now need is to take one final knee, and you will have made it without punishment.” She grabs him by the shoulders, “Please…,” he begs her. “Don't worry,” she smiles, “I'll be gentle.” His sadistic ex takes a deep breath and brutally knees him in the balls with full force, as hard as she can, violently crushing his aching testicles between her leg and his body. Overwhelming pain explodes into his system, and his legs just give in, Harry crashes down to the floor screaming. “Oh no, fallen at the last hurdle,” Gabriela laughs. “How very unfortunate for you, you almost made it. But then I guess failure is what we should expect from men,” Charlotte grins. “Now you deserve to be punished, beast,” Anna tells the suffering male, “those are the rules, you lost fair and square.”
Harry is curled up on the floor, holding his balls in severe pain. The women look down on him with sadistic joy and demand that he gets back up. But it hurts so much. They insist. As a male feminist, Harry knows that he is wrong, and they are right, his feelings and wellbeing don't matter, he is only male. So he grinds his teeth and forces himself to get back up, even though he knows that it is for punishment.
“Spread your legs, beast, hands behind your back,” Gabriela tells him. His cruel stepsister goes first again. “Look how red his sack is, I don't think his eggs like what we are doing,” Charlotte grins. “I think they are starting to swell already, such pathetic little things,” Anna giggles. Charlotte grabs Harry's left shoulder, Anna his right. “We are going to hold you down, so you don't jump to lessen the impact of your punishment,” his ex explains. Harry just accepts it. He stands there, vulnerable, defenseless, in severe pain. His legs are spread, the women hold him down, and Gabriela attacks. With a big sadistic grin, the cute Latina kicks Harry in the balls with full force, hitting his aching testicles hard and forcefully crushing them between her bare foot and his pelvic bone. Harry collapses to the floor, screaming in agony, as the women share a laugh. “Pathetic, really pathetic,” Charlotte shakes her head.
They quickly demand that he gets back up, but it hurts so much, he just can't. He begs them for a break, they insist, but he tells them that he simply isn't able to stand. “Typical male bullshit,” Anna rolls her eyes, “what we have here is a clear lack of motivation. The beast only thinks of himself and doesn't want to do the right thing.” “Wait a second, I have some motivation for you,” Charlotte grins. She leaves the room but quickly returns. Bending down she holds a big kitchen knife in front of Harry's face. Grinning, she tells him, “If you don't obey us, I will use this kitchen knife and cut your eggs off. What do you think about that beast? Gabriela can wear them as earrings, you know how much she loves big earrings,” Charlotte giggles. Harry stares at the knife, then his ex, then he looks at the other women. They all look completely serious. They mean it, they are genuinely threatening to castrate him. With the added castration anxiety Harry finds the strength to get back up on his shaky legs, despite the pain. “Better,” Charlotte laughs. “You just need to know how to motivate these beasts,” Anna nods.
Charlotte puts the knife down and gets into position. Gabriela and Anna hold Harry down. Like the obedient male feminist that he is he spreads his legs and puts his arms behind his back. He wants to beg for mercy, but he knows better than to actually do it. If anything, that would just piss Charlotte off. Whenever he begged her to stop beating him during their relationship she took it as an insult, like he was saying that she is not a real feminist and would love to show a man mercy. Now she stands there, with a cruel grin. She aims and swings her long leg as hard as she can, slamming her bare foot into his swollen testicles with full force, brutally crushing the defenseless organs between her foot and his pelvis. Agony overwhelms him and with a shrill howl he crashes down to the floor, as the women laugh at him.
Harry is in terrible pain as he slowly curls up, holding his suffering testicles. His sadistic abusers share a laugh, but then quickly tell him to get back up again. But he can't. It hurts so, so much, he just can't get up. He tries to tell them that, but they just insist that he must get back up. “Maybe this is his indirect way of letting us know that he wants to be castrated, that he understands that he deserves to be castrated,” Charlotte ponders as she grabs the knife. “I don't think men are that deep,” Anna disagrees. “You are probably right,” Charlotte nods as she kneels down next to the suffering male, “the male brain isn't capable of such complex thought.”
Harry begs them for mercy, or at least a break, when Charlotte grabs his swollen balls and stretches them away from his body. Panic sets in as she holds the knife to the base of his ballsack where it connects with his body. He desperately begs Charlotte not to do it. “It's your decision,” she coldly tells him, “your choice. If you don't get up, I take your eggs. You know the consequences of your behavior. With Charlotte still holding his ballsack, Harry forces himself up on all fours. It hurts so much, his legs are so weak, but he absolutely believes that Charlotte is capable of castrating him right here and now. In fact, he is sure that she will do it if he gives her a reason. So somehow, despite the overwhelming pain, he slowly stands back up. Charlotte lets go of his balls and puts the knife away again, “Why do you always have to be so difficult?” she shakes her head. “It's always the same bullshit with men,” Anna comments, “they need a firm hand, or they'll do nothing but misbehave.”
Gabriela and Charlotte hold Harry down by his shoulders as he gets back into position. In crippling pain, he slowly spreads his shaking legs and puts his arms behind his back, terrified of Anna's kick. His curvy therapist gets into position. “I've wanted to this since the first time you came into my office,” she grins, “you are really asking for it, you pathetic piece of shit.” The busty redhead aims, takes a deep breath, and forcefully kicks Harry in his swollen balls as hard as she can. The suffering testicles get violently crushed between his body and her high heel and a shockwave of terrible agony completely overwhelms the howling male. He blacks out for a moment and crashes down to the floor, where he slowly curls up into the fetal position, still screaming while the women share a joyful laugh.
Harry doesn't understand what his abusers are whispering, but he is sure that it is bad for him. He has never been in such overwhelming pain and doesn't know how to deal with it. And he knows that they are not done with him, he knows that it will get even worse, and that there is nothing he can do about it. What a terrible feeling. “I think this is a wonderful way to celebrate International Women's Day,” Gabriela smiles and the others agree. This was a great idea by Anna.
Gabriela crouches down behind him and tells him to put his arms behind his back. He obeys her, and she ties him up with zip ties. “Just in case you lose control and try to defend your eggs,” his cruel stepsister grins, “we can't have that, you are here to suffer.” Harry feels so helpless, so powerless, so scared of what they are going to do to him. “Look how swollen his bright red eggs are,” Gabriela points out and the three feminists share a sadistic laugh about the state of their victim.
When they are done laughing Gabriela reaches between his legs and grabs his swollen balls, she traps them in her hand and gets a firm grip on them. “I'm going to take the opportunity to practice my very favorite self-defense technique,” she gleefully explains. “Males never let us practice this one because they are so worried about their precious eggs, but there is nothing you can do now, beast,” she giggles.
With a big sadistic grin on her lips the cute Latina squeezes the defenseless testicles trapped in her hand harder and harder. Severe pain explodes into Harry's entire body. Gabriela forcefully twists his ballsack as far as she can and pulls on it hard, greatly increasing his suffering. The helpless male lets out high-pitched, shrill howls as agony overwhelms him. His stepsister laughs with joy as she performs her cruel Grab-Twist-Pull attack.
“Oh my goddess, listen to his voice,” Charlotte laughs as Gabriela continues to brutalize the suffering testicles, “he sounds like he's already been castrated.” “Sing soprano for us, beast,” Anna mocks him. The terrible pain is too much, Harry body starts to tremble, and he bursts into tears. It is humiliating, but there is nothing he can do, it just hurts so, so much.
“Crush his eggs,” Charlotte cheers her girlfriend on as she continues to torture her stepbrother's manhood, “turn them into paste,” the sexy brunette laughs. With the greatest sadistic joy Gabriela continues her cruel attack on the defenseless organs, mercilessly squeezing them even harder, twisting the ballsack and pulling on it like she means it.
Harry is crying in crippling agony, and the three feminists are joyfully laughing when Gabriela lets go of his tortured manhood. Pain has completely overwhelmed the suffering male, but that's exactly what his cruel abusers want, they love it. This truly is the most feminist way to celebrate International Women's Day.
When Harry has calmed down a little, still in overwhelming agony, Charlotte gets into position. “Look, I went to kitchen again. You find so many useful things there,” she giggles and shows her ex two simple metal nutcrackers. Harry understands and just begins to cry again, resigned to his fate. “You could at least politely laugh at the funny joke, you know, using nutcrackers on your nuts. But no, of course not, a sexist pig like you can't admit that women are funny,” Charlotte is annoyed, “you really deserve this, asshole.”
She grabs his swollen testicles and traps one in each nutcracker, holding one in her left hand and the other in her right. Then, with a happy sadistic smile, she brutally crushes the defenseless organs without mercy. Harry lets out shrill, hysterical howls as crippling agony completely overwhelms him. Somehow the pain just keeps getting worse. “If I knew you could make such funny noises, I would have crushed your eggs a lot more back when we were together,” Charlotte grins and squeezes the suffering testicles even harder.
The cold metal of the nutcrackers deforms the tortured organs as Charlotte brutalizes them without even a hint of sympathy or mercy. “Look how he's trembling, how pathetic are these beasts?” Gabriela laughs with sadistic joy. “It is really obvious that feminism is right and that these creatures are inferior to us,” Anna enjoys the male suffering.
Charlotte continues her cruel attack on the helpless testicles, cruelly deforming them into shocking shapes. Harry howls at the top of his lungs, sobbing hard, his trembling body overwhelmed by mind-bending agony. The feminists absolutely love it. Charlotte keeps squeezing harder and harder, not worried about her victim at all. “Look at the shape of his eggs,” Gabriela laughs. “They can't survive this for long,” Anna grins.
Without mercy, Charlotte continues to deform the defenseless organs, horribly torturing her ex. “So many girls can only dream of doing this to their ex, but I actually get do it to this worthless beast, isn't feminism awesome?” she joyfully laughs as she crushes Harry's testicles without mercy. The catastrophic pain has completely overwhelmed him, he is screaming and sobbing as hard as he can and barely sounds human anymore. The feminists love it.
Finally, Charlotte releases her ex. Dark bruises quickly form where the nutcrackers deformed his severely swollen testicles. “Look at the state of his eggs,” Gabriela laughs, “how silly they look.” “Men are so inferior, it's hard to believe,” Charlotte shakes her head, “These are the organs that make them male and look at them, could they be any more pathetic?” “Do you think he has had enough, should we show him mercy?” Anna asks. Then all three women share a laugh at the funny joke and grab the sobbing male. They turn him on his stomach, and Gabriela and Charlotte hold him down and spread his legs. There is nothing he can do, he is in far too much pain to defend himself.
Anna slips out of her high heels and steps in between Harry's legs. She grabs his seriously swollen and bruised testicles and forcefully stretches them away from his body, making him scream. She places the sack on the floor and carefully puts her bare right foot on it, first cutting off the testicles' ability to move with the edge of her foot, then putting weight on it, crushing the balls underneath.
Harry screams in agony as Anna puts more and more weight on her foot, brutally flattening his defenseless organs under her soft sole. “I love doing this, flat eggs feel so funny,” she grins. In between hysterical howls Harry desperately begs for them to stop, he can't take it anymore, he feels like he is dying. The catastrophic pain is beyond overwhelming, but that's exactly what the feminists want.
The curvy MILF now stands on the helpless testicles with her fully weight. Harry's body is trembling and sweating, he is sobbing violently and screaming at the top of his lungs. Suddenly he suffers a severe coughing fit and a deep, visceral nausea grips his stomach. “Why are you coughing silly beast, we didn't do anything to your lungs?” Gabriela laughs. “Men are so broken,” Charlotte grins.
Anna keeps her full weight on the shockingly flattened testicles, brutally crushing them under her bare foot. Harry no longer sees or hears anything, the mind-breaking pain has overwhelmed his senses, all he can feel is endless testicular agony and a terrible nausea. He suffers another crippling coughing fit, and the feminists have a laugh at the horrible state of their victim.
When Anna steps of his so cruelly tortured manhood Harry is a sobbing mess. The women let go of him, but he can't even curl up, everything hurts so, so much. He is still screaming, the agony is simply overwhelming. After they share a joyful laugh the feminists look down at the broken male. “What should we do with you, beast?” Gabriela asks. “You could enslave him,” Anna tells them, “he is broken, and his mind can be formed into an obedient slave.” Charlotte crouches down in front of the sobbing man's face and gently strokes it. “Would you like that? Would you like to be our slave?” Harry weakly nods. “If we enslave him we can do this to him again, and again, and again,” Gabriela laughs. “Things are going to be even better than they used to,” Charlotte smiles, “we are going to hurt you so, so, so, so much.” “There won't be a day in your life when your eggs aren't bruised and swollen,” Gabriela grins. The couple are in agreement, they are going to enslave Harry.
“You need to make sure he is broken beyond repair, that he can never recover from this trauma,” Anna tells them, “luckily it is great fun to do this to a beast.” As Anna instructs them, Gabriela and Charlotte each grab one of Harry's massively swollen testicles. There is nothing the tortured male can do. The women crush the organs in their hands with sadistic joy. Harry howls at the top of his lungs as mind-breaking pain once again overwhelms him.
Gabriela and Charlotte bend their fingers so that their sharp fingernails dig into the tortured organs. They brutally squeeze the testicles, shockingly deforming them with the greatest feminist joy. “Thanks to all the fun we've had the membrane containing his testicles has suffered countless microfractures, it won't last much longer,” Anna explains, “left in peace they would heal on their own. But that is not the feminist way.”
Harry trembling body begins to shake and bend uncontrollably, making the women burst into laughter. He has a terrible coughing attack, it sounds like he is about to throw up his inner organs. Mind-breaking agony has completely overwhelmed him, there is nothing to his existence but suffering. Gabriela and Charlotte mercilessly deform his testicles in their hands, cruelly inflicting hell upon their victim, with sadistic smiles on their lips.
The testicles are dying, the thin membrane containing them has suffered much more abuse than it was ever intended to. It can't take anymore. Harry is beyond broken, there is no way back from this, his stepsister, his ex, and his therapist have changed him forever. Gabriela and Charlotte lean in and share a passionate kiss as they squeeze his testicles as hard as they can. Their fingernails dig in deeper and deeper, until it is too much for the so horribly abused organs and they rupture. Harry suffers a seizure as the women continue to kiss and Anna applauds them with a smile.
The feminists have carefully ruptured Harry's testicles but not turned them into mush. With proper surgery the organs can be repaired and will recover. His mind, however, won't. There is no coming back from this. The women have broken him and own him now, he no longer has a will of his own. Breaking and enslaving a man, could there be any more feminist way to celebrate International Women's Day?
***A Feminist Happy End*** ♀️
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