Welcome to the Afterlife: Chapter 9

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: CFNM, Bondage, Multiple Orgasm, Multiple Rupture, Regeneration, Weapons, Cum Drinking.]


Chapter 9: Queen Anne's Revenge

"Hey, Anna?" I asked as we made our way down Broken Balls Ave.

"Yes?" She asked.

"I forgot to ask you this earlier. Just how big can my balls get? They're already twice as large as the were when I got here."
I was really hoping she wouldn't say something insane, like bull balls.

"They'll eventually achieve a natural size comparable to that of oranges." She replied.

"Like, the super-sized genetically engineered oranges? Or more like regular, natural oranges?"

"Natural ones. If you want them to be bigger, just request to see either myself or Ariel when the time comes."

That's a relief. I could do with balls the size of oranges, I just didn't want them to be too comical. The way Anna replied in such a casual, matter of fact tone though, gave me chills. I could already forsee an angel descending down to me, then crushing my balls to force them to grow back even larger. Anna really is quite beautiful, but I don't think I'll ever be ready for a purely devine entity to manhandle them. The women of this realm are already supercharged enough as it is. I filed that information away for later.

Closer to the edge of town in the direction of Lorelei's farm stood a black brick building. The bricks were painted in a way that they resembled planks of wood. In the place of windows were rectangular brown wooden ports that were raised up. The muzzles of large cannons protruded out of each one.
The entrance was a large heavy wood door with rustic iron running along it. Above the door was a mural of a white horned skeleton. The skeleton was holding a downward pointing spear in it's left hand, red blood dripped off of the spearhead.
In it's right hand, above it's head, was a hourglass.
Underneath the spearhead was a pair of bloody balls.
Above the skeleton, in red letters, was written "Queen Anne's Revenge."

The actual flag that Blackbeard flew had a bleeding heart, rather than a pair of bleeding balls. I thought it was a fitting adaptation. I just hoped the women inside wouldn't literally spear my balls. Piercing was never something I was into, but as Lucy once said, "Everything else goes." I suppose Linda already pierced them earlier, with her teeth.

We walked inside, the door actually was quite heavy, it made a loud creaking sound as it slowly swung open.
The interior of the building was set up like the gundeck of an old wooden ship. The cannons were actually real, they lined the front and rear of the main area. Cannon balls and kegs of black powder sat in-between each cannon.
Four large wooden posts stood in line with each other down the middle of the room, stretching from floor to ceiling. Attached to the posts from the walls were hammocks. A wooden staircase ran up to the second floor on the far right side of the room. I suspected that the second floor would resemble the main deck of a ship.

Eight women were in the room with us. Six of them laid in their hammocks, the other two appeared to be cleaning one of the cannons. Each one was dressed like a real life pirate. Not the stereotypical Halloween pirate costume one would get from a store. No, they wore period correct clothing from the early 1700s. They all appeared to be a mixture of Irish, English and African.

"Well, well, well. What do we have 'ere, ladies?" One of the women in a hammock asked, looking at me. She was an African woman with a Jamaican accent.
She got out of her hammock, the other women doing the same. The two at the cannon stood to face me as well.

"H..hi." I stuttered. "I'm Jonah, and I'm here to meet the captain." It was stupid, I know, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity. My nuts would regret it, surely.

A redheaded woman with an Irish accent laughed.
"You hear that, ladies?" She laughed again, then said in a mocking tone, "He's here to meet the captain!"

The other women all laughed as well. The Jamaican woman who spoke first approached me. She had a sabre on her hip, her hand was on the hilt.
Her hair was short against her scalp. The white tunic shirt she wore was loose, yet struggled to hide her large breasts. Her eyes were dark and cold. A gold earring was placed in her right ear.

"You can see the captain." she said in a surly voice. "But first, I must inspect you."
She drew her sabre from it's sheath, the metal blade making a ominous shing as it exited it's home. I saw the edge of the blade glint in the light, it looked razor sharp.
The Jamaican woman placed the tip of the blade under my balls, sideways, then lifted them one at a time with it. The metal was cold, I gasped as it touched me.
She turned the sabre to face the edge upwards and placed it on the left side of my sack. She moved my balls to the right, then to the left on the other side. I felt the razor edge of the blade brush against my bare scrotum. Oddly, the action of her doing this reminded me that I was completely clean shaven down there. I wasn't when I died, there didn't seem to be any public hair in the afterlife.

"These shall do finely. Miss Bonny will be pleased. Miss Read, however, may not." She said, her thick accent added an exotic feel to the atmosphere here.

"Wait.. Bonny and Read?" I asked.

She delived a hard slap to my balls with the side of her blade, careful not to draw blood. "That's 'Miss Bonny,' and 'Miss Read,' to the likes of you!" She yelled, then delivered a sharp kick to my balls for emphasis.

"Ye..yes ma'am.." I groaned, clutching my balls.

"Esther, summon the Captain and her First Mate." She called out to one of the women.

"Aye, Quartermaster Naani!" A woman with an Irish accent replied, then ran up the stairs.

"You." Naani said, pointing her sabre at my chest. "Up against that post." She pointed towards the post closest to us.

I moved cautiously towards the post, then pressed my back against it, guided by Naani's blade. The other women all gathered around me, forming a semi circle. They all had either a sabre, cutlass, rapier or a particularly large dagger. Four of them also carried a flintlock on their hip, Naani included. The two without guns had a second sword. The faces of the women all held a look of delight as they stared down at my exposed manhood. A blonde English woman licked her lips in anticipation.

The Irish lady who had ran up the stairs soon returned, then joined the crowd. A moment later, the sound of slow footsteps on the wooden stairs caught everyone's attention. The woman was around 5'5, with short black hair and fair skin. She wore a black cloak with a red tunic and hemp pants. Her black boots looked menacing. She had a boyish appearance. I knew immediately who she was. Mary Read, one of the most infamous pirates of the Golden Age of Piracy. She was the lover of the woman who followed her down the stairs.

I saw her brown boots first, then her tan pants, followed by her white buttoned fleece shirt. The shirt was mostly open, only closed with the bottom three buttons. Her ample breasts were on full display, I struggled to take my eyes off of her perfect nipples.
Her hair was bright red, she wore a ragged black hat. Her green eyes caught mine. Anne Bonny. She and Mary Read were two of the most fearsome pirates in history. One of history's most iconic symbols of female empowerment. I felt myself growing hard.

"Miss Bonny, Miss Read." Naani acknowledged both of them. "A present just walked right through the door. Asked for you specifically."

The women parted to let the two famous pirates through. Anne Bonny and Mary Read both approached me. Anne looked me up and down with a critical eye, studying every inch of me. Mary stared at my hard cock and balls, then smirked.

"These will do." Anne said, pleased. "Have we met each other before?" She asked me. Her voice was both seductive and commanding.

"We haven't." I replied, trying to sound confident. I was surrounded by women who wanted nothing more than to murder my balls. My words didn't come out very confidently. "But, I know who you are. And you, Miss Read, I'm a big fan!"

"A big fan?" Mary asked, astonished. "I'm quite doubtful of that."

"You two are legends!" I said. "I am truly honored to meet you two, and your lovely crew here!"

Anne laughed as a swift kick courtesy of Mary struck me right in the balls.

"He speaks of honor, while possessing such weak and delicate testicles. There is no honor in testicles! I say we take them from him, what say you, ladies?" Mary's words were cold, her dark eyes like ice.

The women all cheered. Anne spoke next.
"First Mate Mary is correct." She stepped forward, then grabbed my balls with an iron grip. "Quartermaster?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am. Elizabeth, grab the rope. Regina, get the whip." Naani ordered.

"Yes, Quartermaster!" Two women said in unison, before running off to grab their respective items.

I was now definitely in over my head. Everywhere else I had been, the women all either eased me into the beatings, or just started outright. This was the first time I had been met with open hostility. I couldn't shake the feeling that I would lose my balls here. It wouldn't be the first time I lost them, but the sense of impending danger had never felt more present.
Anne's hand still gripped my balls, making me squirm against the post. She placed her other hand on my chest to hold me in place. The other African woman stepped behind the post, pulled my arms around it and held my hands together. Anne looked me in the eyes and smiled sinisterly, tightening her grip.

Elizabeth returned with several lengths of rope. She tossed a long piece of rope to another woman, then the two shorter pieces to the woman holding my hands together.
Mary helped tie my wrists up, while Naani tied my ankles to the post. My legs were spread open, with one foot on either side of the post.
Three other women used the long rope to tie my torso to the post. All the knots were tight. I was completely immobile, entirely at their mercy.

Regina, another Irish woman, returned with an evil looking leather whip. The grin on her face was equally evil looking.
She handed the whip to Anne, who thanked her.

"I must say," Anne started, "I am curious to know what you were expecting by coming here."

"Something similar to this." I replied. "Just.. wasn't expecting the outright hostility."
I clearly wasn't going to be let free any time soon, nor were my balls at all safe. I decided to forego any attempts to lessen my abuse and just accept it.

"You possess balls, yet didn't expect hostility? Interesting. You, are quite an intriguing specimen." Anne's thick Irish accent was like haunting music to my ears.

She stepped back, switching the handle of the whip from one hand to the other and back. She stood about 6ft away, then, with her right hand, flung the tail of the whip directly at my left ball. Her aim was terrifyingly accurate. I screamed out in pain.

"How's that for hostility?" Anne asked me.

"M..more.. please.." I struggled to form the words, the pain from the whip was blinding. I grew harder from the pleasure that came with it.

"Well, since you asked so nicely." She said, as she cracked the whip again, striking my right ball. I screamed again, my body tried to escape the ropes but it couldn't. The whip cracked again, striking in-between both balls this time.

"One for all, ladies." Anne said, as she passed the whip off to Mary Read.

"One for all!" They all shouted with glee.

Mary took Anne's place. She flung the whip immediately without saying a word. The head of the whip struck the middle of my shaft, splitting the skin. She smiled at the damage she just caused.

"You dare be hard after that?" She asked, striking my cock again, this time on the head.

"I get hard when I'm scared." I said in a whimper, through tears of pain.

"You're about to be a lot more hard, then." Mary replied, then gave my balls another whipping. She passed the whip off to Naani.

"Any last words for those balls?" Naani asked, twirling the whip in her hand.

"They... They want it to hurt.." I said, defeat evident in my voice.

"Doesn't really matter, they will come back. Pain, I can promise." She said, then struck my balls harder than Anne and Mary had. A primal scream escaped me, catching myself by surprise. The women all laughed.

"I think he's about to lose it." A woman with an English accent said.

"That's what these are for." Anne Bonny replied, then strode up in front of me. One of the women slid a wooden crate over. Anne stepped on top of it, her breasts were right in front of my face.

"Drink, you'll need it." She commanded, moving her right nipple in front of my mouth. I opened my mouth. Then she squeezed her breast, a stream of milk shooting across my chin, then into my mouth. I drank it with delight, it tasted like rum. After five mouth-fulls of breast milk, she stepped down and slid the crate away. Anne lowered herself, her tits in front of my mangled cock and balls. She sprayed her milk all over them, working it into the lacerations. It burned. I looked down and saw that the cuts from the whip were starting to close. The pain remained, but the cuts and blood were gone. Adrenaline suddenly hit my system, my body and nerves going into overdrive.

After Anne moved aside, Naani continued her whipping of my balls. Each hit brought immense pain and pleasure, along with an agonized scream from me.
She passed the whip off to Regina, the whipping continued. Regina then passed it off to the other African woman, Watta. The whip made its way through the hands of each woman.
By the time they were done, my balls had swollen to the size of large apples.

"You think they're ready?" Anne asked Mary.

"I would say so." Mary replied, smiling. She withdrew her rapier from her hip, then pressed the tip against my left ball.

"What?" I asked in astonishment.

"You really think we're going to wait for the swelling to go down? I'm going to bleed some pressure out." Mary said, her voice cold.

Mary pressed the tip of her rapier into the meat of my left ball, it pierced it's way in with ease. She moved the blade around, scrambling my ball. White-hot pain and pleasure exploded throughout my entire body. I was about to ejaculate my testicle, again. She motioned for one of the women to bring something over.

Naani stepped forward, an empty liquor bottle in her hand. She held my dick downward and placed the mouth of the bottle over my urethra. She stroked me slow and firm. Mary scrambled my ball even more, then withdrew the blade. I faintly feel the skin of my sack reforming.
Anne grabbed where my left ball used to be, then squeezed the mush hard. The remains of my ball shot out through my dick violently, in an uncontrollable orgasm. The bottle collected it all, it filled a surprising amount of it, almost one third. Mary then stabbed my right ball, repeating the same process. I came again, screaming in blissful agony while feeling small chunks of my ball exit my cock.
The bottle was now two thirds full. My sack was completely empty, for now. The women all celebrated, passing around the bottle to admire. It reaked of cum, blood and mushed up testicles. I could see chunks floating around inside of it like pulp.

While waiting for my balls to regenerate, the women moved quickly to unbind me from the post and moved me to a hammock. There was a hole in this hammock, suspiciously small. They forced me to lay down on my stomach, then pulled my cock and empty sack through the small hole. The hammock was a thick canvas that didn't stretch very easily. More rope went around me, securing me to the hammock.

I felt the regeneration process start as soon as the final knot on the rope was tightened. All ten women were beneath me, giggling and cheering while watching a new pair of balls start to form. They slapped and punched them, unable to wait until the process was complete.
After the regeneration finished is when the main event happened.

I couldn't tell who's fist was who's, but I figured that Mary's was the one that hit the hardest. They took turns again. Punching, speedbagging, slapping, squeezing, pulling, kicking and biting my cock and balls. I came in screaming pain several times, each time I felt the glass bottle on my cock. They collected all my cum, but they still wanted more. All I could hear underneath me was a maddening chorus of laughter, moaning and the sounds of women frantically fingering each other.
A hand gripped my cock tightly and began to stroke. The hand was wet, I felt a tingling sensation. Someone's pussy juice, or maybe multiple someones. A different hand gripped my balls tightly, it was also wet.

"How do you want to do it?" I heard Naani ask.

"I think I want to smash it." Another voice replied with an Irish accent.

"Here, try this!" Watta said. I heard something heavy roll across the floor.

I monstrous impact slammed against my balls. I let out another primal scream.

"Smash them both good, I want them ruptured." Naani said.

Another insane impact hit my balls. I felt them compress and swell significantly.

"Never seen it done with a cannon ball before. Huh, a ball smashing some balls!" An English accent said, laughing.

A fucking cannon ball? They're smashing my balls with a fucking cannon ball? Gotta admit, should've seen that one coming.
Another brutal impact, then another. This went on several more times. I felt my balls rupturing with each impact.
I felt the bottle, then a hand started stroking me firmly. Then two hands hands on my right ball. The hands on my ball squeezed like a vice, digging the fingertips in deep. I felt the ball get torn apart piece by piece. It was squeezed out of me, like before, and into the bottle. I'm sure Virginia was loving this, wherever she was.

"It's full!" An Irish accent called out enthusiastically.

"What about the other one?" Watta asked.

Anne Bonny spoke next. "I'm drinking that one from the source."

I felt a sharp blade brush against my left ball. A pair of lips pushed around my raging boner. Teeth slid their way along my bruised shaft. A tongue caressed my urethra.
Anne pinched my remaining ball with one hand, then pushed the tip of her dagger into it with the other hand. She squeezed with her fingers while working her blade around in small circles. My entire being felt like it was on fire, I wasn't even able to form sounds anymore. She sucked my cock vigorously, using her teeth to apply pressure. Anne withdrew her dagger from my ball, then squeezed the pulp. It shot out of me and into her mouth with yet another mind-shattering orgasm. I heard her slurping up everything that entered her mouth. She drank my testicle.

Naani untied me and rolled me over in the hammock. My dick and empty sack painfully ripped their way out of the hole. The women all stood around me, smiling. They looked happy, proud of what they had just done. Anne had a grotesque mess all over her face. My ball didn't just enter her mouth, it splattered all over her face. The mess was dripping off of her face and onto her perfect breasts. She lathered it across her chest, smiling at me as she did so. Not only did she drink my testicle, she showered with it.
Mary Read raised the bottle.

"Cheers, ladies!" She called out, then took a large swig of liquefied testicles. She passed it to Naani, who took a large drink.
Naani passed it to Regina, and so on. I watched them consume my balls.
The bottle made it around the circle of women twice before it was empty.
Anne lowered her ball-meat covered breasts in front of my face again, then shoved her left nipple into my mouth. I drank as her milk flowed, tasting my own mess.
Naani placed a hand around my cock and began to stroke while my fifth pair of new balls started to grow. Anne removed her breast from my mouth, then walked over to my cock. She spurted her milk onto it, I watched as some of it worked it's way down my urethra. I could feel the milk sliding down the inside of my dick, then being absorbed into my new balls.

"A parting gift. We sure did enjoy you." Anne said.

"You taste amazing!" Regina said. "I can't wait to drink from you again!"

"An interesting specimen, indeed." Said Mary. "I'm going see what else I can shove inside your balls."

Each woman walked past my cock and balls. They each bit my dick and squeezed my balls, then bit my balls while stroking me. I came again from this. Esther happily sucked the cum out of me while squeezing my already battered new balls.

After being let out of the hammock, I stumbled my way over to Anna. She leaned against a cannon, smiling. She stood up, then immediately grabbed my balls once I was close enough and inspected them.

"The size of lemons, now. They're almost big enough." She said.

"Big enough for what?" I asked.

"For their ascendancy to their final size. There should only be four more size increases now." She said.

"The way you say that, makes me worried." I replied.

"It's a special surprise. You will find out today. If not, then tonight Virginia will bring the correct circumstances about."

"I have a bad feeling about that." I said. I thought about it for a moment.
"No. A really good feeling."

Anna laughed, then gave my balls a gentle yet firm squeeze, the pain eased away. She squeezed my bruised and swollen cock firmly, it soon returned to normal.
We said our goodbyes to the pirate crew, then headed out the door. Anna bent down and groped my balls as we walked onto the sidewalk.