Welcome to the Afterlife: Chapter 4

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

[Contains: Teasing, Orgasm Denial, Regeneration.]


Chapter 4: Regeneration.

Have you ever had a ball rupture before? I hadn't, not until today, at least. To call the pain overwhelming would be a massive understatement. A shattered femur is one of the most painful things the body can experience. A ruptured testicle is on par with that, if not worse. The pain immediately shot through my entire being, I could feel it everywhere, but it was strongest at it's point of origin. It was a white-hot blinding pain. I would've lost consciousness if it wasn't for Margaret, the adrenaline that her pussy pumped into me still rushing through me, keeping my mind and body awake. The pain came in waves, courtesy of the continuing hits from Doris, until it all went away due to my sack now being entirely empty. Virginia had taken it all. The pleasure was unlike anything I had ever felt before either, rushing through me alongside the pain, equally as strong. It was pure blissful agony.
My cock was somehow hard as a rock still. Virginia continued to ride me, more gently now.

Anna stood up from her seat.
"Ladies, if I may." She said.
Doris slid the bow tie off of my sack, no longer needing to untie it as Anna approached. Virginia eased her way off of me, moaning in delight at the feeling of my former balls dripping out of her. The rest of the women helped me up into a sitting position at the edge of the bench. Helen sat next to me, allowing me to lean against her for support.

Anna knelt before me and said "This next part won't hurt, you will feel a haptic tingling sensation. Do not be alarmed, your balls are about to regenerate. You may be pleasantly surprised with the outcome."
The women all watched eagerly as Anna placed my empty sack within her right hand. As she said, a strange sensation emanated within my sack. We all watched as my new balls started to form. Just like airing up a balloon, it was slow at first, but then they gradually got larger and larger.
The ladies all cheered in delight, as their new toys appeared before them, ready for the next round of total obliteration.

"Well?" Anna asked, looking at me, smiling while holding my new balls in the palm of her hand.
I was indeed pleasantly surprised. My original balls weren't small, but they weren't all that big either. Average at best. These, though? They were considerably larger. Nothing crazy, but definitely more plump.
"I gotta say, Anna," I began. "I'm impressed. Is it swelling, or are they naturally that big now?" I asked her.

"They will remain this size until the next regeneration happens, after which they shall grow even larger." She gave them a slight squeeze. I felt the dull pain begin to start.

"Are they more sensitive now?" I asked, dreading her affirmation.

"Indeed." Replied Anna. "They haven't endured any abuse yet, so they currently have zero tolerance for pain. The longer you manage to keep these, the more they will be able to take." She finished.
I could see how this whole regeneration thing is definitely both a blessing and a curse. A nasty curse at that, considering the place I was now trapped in.
A thought came to mind. "If I were to receive a mandatory regeneration, will the process still be the same?"

"Yes and no." Said Anna. "Your balls will be destroyed entirely, much like how Miss Doris here did to them. They will grow back larger than before, up until a certain size limit is reached. They will no longer have any pain tolerance once regrown. That is where the similarities end. During a mandatory regeneration, you will not have the tingling sensation. It will be quite painful for you, arguably worse than the rupturing itself, depending on the nature of the destruction."
My mind began to race. I definitely need avoid that at all costs. I don't care how much I like ball pain, that was just too much. Anna gave them another slight squeeze, making me wince. I realized this was the first time she had directly caused me any amount of pain.

"Breakfast is ready!" Ruth said cheerfully.
"Would you like a menu, or the buffet, sugar?" Margaret asked me.

"I'll take a menu." I replied, skeptical of the implications.

She handed me a menu. "And to drink?" She asked.

"Got any milk?"

"Only the best!" She said happily. "Coming right up!" She said before heading off towards the refrigerator behind the buffet, then returned shortly after with a fresh glass.
The rest of the women went to the buffet and began to load plates with various different foods while Margaret waited for me to peruse the menu. I wondered if whatever I ordered would dictate what happened to me next. Would my balls be flattened if I ordered pancakes? Would they be scrambled if I ordered scrambled eggs? I decided to roll the dice.

The stack of pancakes I ordered came out surprisingly fast, Margaret placed them in front of me before running off to make herself a plate.

The women all sat around and across from me in the booth. Virginia sat on my right, making me scoot over to the middle of the bench seat. Helen on my left, with Anna directly across from me, Ruth to her left and Doris to her right. Margaret pulled up a chair from a nearby table to sit between Helen and Doris, conveniently blocking the route to the door if I were stupid enough to try to escape.

"After you." Anna said to me. I took a tentative bite. The food was devine. Literally and metaphorically. The women all grinned at the look of pleasant surprise on my face before digging in themselves.
I drank some of the milk, it had a sweet, earthy tone to it.
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "That really is the best!"

"Thank you!" Margaret said. "Courtesy of your's truly." She gave a slight bow.
I raised an eyebrow at her, which got a laugh from everyone. I'm sure I would find out whatever that meant eventually.

The whole atmosphere had changed. The women were no longer domineering, they were now chatty, joyful, funny and extremely nice. We all talked like normal people, like friends getting together for a Sunday breakfast. I got to know them all on a more personal level, rather than just on the extreme violence level.
Ruth was very funny and quick witted, her razor sharp tongue capable of rapid-fire comebacks to anything thrown her way.
Doris was sweet and somewhat shy. She definitely wasn't shy earlier when she smashed my balls into a pulp.
Margaret and Helen were both quite funny as well. The two seemed to be best friends, as they constantly hurled playful insults at each other.
Virginia was equally boisterous, but her attention mainly stayed on me. When we started to eat, she placed her left hand on my new balls. She massaged them gently, careful not to hurt them. I found it odd, considering the torment she had just put me through earlier. My original balls were still inside of her at this very moment, at least the bit that didn't leak out of her when she got off of me. I couldn't help but get hard at the thought of that, her massage definitely helping in the matter.

"I love these new ones," she whispered in my ear, "I can't wait to take these ones too."

Chills ran up my spine as she squeezed my balls for emphasis, before stroking my cock slowly.

"Is he staying for the rest of the day?" Helen asked Anna.

"I'm afraid not." Anna replied. "We have a few more stops to make today. He will be back, though. You may continue your fun then."

"I call dibs on next!" The firey redheaded Ruth said. An argument ensued on who would get to have my balls inside of them next. Apparently these women took turns on who would destroy my balls and who would receive them. Before we entered earlier, there was a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors in order to decide who would fill which role. My pain, their game.

"Virginia?" I asked, looking at her, she was still stroking me slowly.

"Yes?"

"How did it feel?"

"Which part?" She knew which part. She wanted me to say it.

"How did it feel.. when you sucked my balls out of me?" She started stroking me a little bit faster.

"I didn't want it to end." She said. "If I could, I would keep you here forever with me, so that way I could consume your mush for eternity." Virginia squeezed my balls, making me almost loose my breath.

"Next time, I'm going to put your balls inside of my pussy, and squeeze them so hard that they burst. I'll have them shoot out of your cock on onto my stomach, then, I'll rub that sweet lotion all over my tits. Your empty sack will stay inside of me while your balls regenerate, filling my pussy again with their firmness."
Holy fuck, this woman is frightening, sadistic and extremely sexy. I could marry her.

"That's..." I stammered. "That's the most beautifully fucked up thing I've ever heard."

Everyone laughed, long and hard, even Anna laughed. I did too, but my laugh was cut short by a tight squeeze from Virginia.

"I'm serious." She said playfully.

"So am I." I replied. "As terrifying as that sounds, I kind of want to try it."

"After your tour is done, meet me at my house. Anna will point it out to you. Stay the night with me, I'll make the pain worth it." She gave me a wink. I was almost uncontrollably horny at the thought of that. I took another swig of milk.

My cock throbbed after finishing the glass unintentionally. Virginia's hand found my cock and stroked it, her grip was tight.
"Seriously, what's in this milk?" I asked through moans of pleasure.

"It's just me, silly!" Said Margaret

"Just you?" I remembered her pussy juices filling me with adrenaline. "Is this your?"

"That's right! Do you want more?"

I was drinking her breast milk in a glass. Her milk made me insatiably horny, like I had just downed a whole bottle of viagra all at once.

"I believe it is time for us to go." Said Anna.
Virginia frowned at this.

"You will make him cum again soon, Virginia. But it is time for us to go. Thank you for the milk, Margaret, he will need it for the next place."

All of the women got up and began to pick up the area. Virginia got up last, she helped me out of the booth. She and I stood there, facing each other, our eyes met. She pulled me into a hug, her nipples hard under her uniform. Her legs opened slightly, allowing my cock to slide between her thighs. The fabric of the skirt she wore was plentiful enough to allow me entrance, it was soft against my skin.
Then she clenched her thighs together tightly. Virginia kissed me on the lips and said "Those balls belong to me now. Other girls may break them, but they're mine."
I almost came when she said that, I was dangerously close. She let me go before it was too late. There was something about this woman that I couldn't quite place. She was fucking insane, but there was something there in her eyes. If I'm not mistaken, it looked like love. Love for me? Love for destroying my balls? Maybe it was just the effects of Margaret's breast milk? Either way, I was hooked. For as much pain as she and all the women of the realm caused me, I've got to admit, this is the ultimate ballbusting paradise. I bet there's a few realms in the afterlife where it's just one woman who gets to destroy countless sets of balls for eternity.

Anna and I said our goodbyes to the staff of the Break-Fast Buffet, headed out the door, and directly across the street. Out of the frying pan, into the fire, then into yet another fire.