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Flynn's cock had fallen completely limp straight down before him. She glanced back at him, at it, then turned around, replaced Jarek Partsch's clipboard, and set the chair behind the next man. He started sobbing in great silent wheezes as she picked up his clipboard. He glanced around at her and she winked with a smirk, cleared her throat and read, "Jesse Edmundson! Thirty-one years old! Six feet one inch! Hair black! Eyes brown! Crimes! Sedition! One! Animal Cruelty! Twenty-four!" He heard the page flip and started whimpering. "Detailed! Sedition! Infantry! Animal Cruelty! Suspect trespassed onto twenty properties in his neighborhood and castrated the owners' dogs with a switchblade! Upon the H-"
"I'm sorry! The insomnia!"
She turned to him and bellowed, "SHUT! THE! FUCK! UP!" He gulped and whimpered back down at his drain. Snot trailed from his nose. "Upon the House of Ladies' repeal of the Fourth Amendment, an impromptu search of suspect's house revealed a jar filled with canine testicles! Under indictment, suspect complained of the dogs' barking causing prolonged insomnia which prompted madness!"
"I wasn't in my right mind!" Edmundson screamed. "I didn't even realize what I was doing! The insomnia made me crazy!"
"No, it didn't!" She tossed the clipboard behind her and stood. "I'm going to make you crazy!"
She heard Flynn growl, "You do that voodoo that you do so well!" and turned. He was glaring at Edmundson's cage.
"Dog lover!" she said.
He glanced at her and said, "Animal lover." She smirked and nodded.
"LISTEN! I'M SORRY!!!" Edmundson bawled. He was already crying heavily. Then she appeared an inch before his face, fury raging out of her wide green eyes and he whimpered and swallowed.
"You weren't sorry," she snarled in a raspy croak, "until you got caught! That's not remorse! That's regret! I doubt I've ever made a man feel remorse! Except perhaps for Mr. Hurlbut back there. And frankly I've never given a fuck one way or the other, Jesse! You tortured defenseless animals! Loved members of families! So far, I'd say Mr. Partsch here," and she turned, "Mr. Palmer over there, and maybe Mr. Smith, whose balls I boiled while they were still attached to him! So far, I'd say those three men have suffered the worst pain in this room today! And you, Jesse Edmundson, are about to suffer much! MUCH! WORSE!" She purred the last word into a guttural gnar, and his frown had widened, deepened across his face as she spoke. His shivering whimpers had become louder and she read on his face what he was thinking. "How could I be so cruel? Is that what you'd like to know, Jesse?"
He sniffled and groaned and shit himself in a weak gurgle pouring down his legs. She arched an eyebrow and said, "Well, at least we got that out of the way." She stood and glowered down at him. "I'll tell you how I can be so cruel, Jesse! For the same reason you can!" Her glare was so terrifying he whined away from it as if she were the scariest monster in the worst nightmare ever dreamed. "Because I enjoy it! I imagine you jerked off to the memory of it, didn't you, Jesse Edmundson?" He choked and gagged and coughed, then gulped. She nodded. "Well, you cannot imagine just how much pain I'm about to make you feel! I'm going to destroy them, Jesse! Sloowwly!"
He whined his sniffling and spat tears as he mumbled, but she didn't wait to hear him, just walked out of view behind him, "Please! I'll do anything! I'll give you anything you want!"
He heard her whisper, "Yes! I know you will!" then felt warm water over his ass, in his crack and down his legs. Then she tossed the hose away and went behind Flynn.
"You deserve this, dude!" Flynn muttered. "You don't fuck with somebody's pets!" She returned with a flat piece of metal Flynn didn't catch sight of well.
"Please! Please! Please!" Edmundson wept, and then suddenly her face was before his again and he beheld her irate, emerald fury. She held up a cheese grater. He looked it over. Its holes were slightly larger than those of a salt shaker. He started shaking as if he were freezing to death and wept back to her with tight eyes. "Don't!" he whispered. She didn't smile, just disappeared behind him.
Jesse Edmundson was at this moment the most terrified animal on Earth. The butterflies in his stomach had long boiled into seething nausea and he finally found voice enough to roar, "DON'T!!!! FUCKING DO IT!!!!" She sat, yanked his nuts up and held them bunched in the bottom of his sack in her left hand. She set the grater to them.
"Wait!" Flynn said and she looked up. "You wouldn't happen to have any earplugs, would you?" He swallowed. "Please?"
She blinked from him to Jesse Edmundson's balls, then over his shaking body. Then back to Flynn. "You're absolutely right." And she stood and went behind him. A few seconds later he felt a plug gently twist into his left ear, then his right. She walked around wearing purple ones with a cord behind her neck and said, "Good?" He nodded. She sat behind Jesse Edmundson, yanked up his balls again and said, "I can't hear your pathetic fucking whimpering, now, Jesse!" She set the grater to his nuts. "But don't worry! You'll get louder! By the time I'm done, you will be one hundred percent completely insane! For the rest of your life! Now you be a good boy and think about those FUCKING!! DOGS!!!" She tightened her grip on his sack and ran the grater as fast as she could back and forth across his balls. Flynn realized then that a better reason to wear earplugs than to block Jesse Edmundson's screaming was to block whatever noise the grater made as it shredded his scrotum.
Edmundson's howl was immediate, fierce and panting fast. His shaking burst into bucking squirms as he tried to get away from it, and as his falsetto howl rose in pitch and volume, so the bloodflow increased through the grater, trickling, then pouring, then splattering, streaming over her knuckles, dribbling into the drain, down her forearm. She clenched her teeth like a feral beast as she ground on and Edmundson's roaring howls now became great heaving sobs of screaming as reality set in: she had him by the balls and in only a few seconds his scrotum would be shredded away and his bare testicular walls would be next. Jesse Edmundson knew this much because he had seen what dog balls look like.
She growled as she ground on faster, smashing the grater into his balls until they flattened against her knuckles. His scrotum hung in ragged tatters of meat, and then Jesse Edmundson's roaring howls changed and his personality changed with them over the course of the next four minutes. That was how long it would take her to shred his balls all the way back to their cords. Now he shrieked in ragged despair, the same stridence, pitch, and volume Jarek Partsch had managed with Cassandra's last four swings of the cane. Every one in the room but she and Flynn would be partially deaf for days.
Jesse Edmundson felt his testicular walls slowly tearing open, being plucked, exploding instantly intolerable agony into his guts and his screaming stopped then just long enough for him to vomit hard over for seven seconds. Then the writhing bucks burst freshly back and his voice shot impossibly higher than Partsch's had at the end. Edmundson, now, too, reminded Flynn of a harp's shortest string, but his voice was ravaging apart, lacerating the sound very much the same way she was lacerating his balls. He sounded like a harp strung with barbed wire. One minute later, Flynn saw the orange guts of Edmundson's balls begin extruding on the other side of the grater. The blood was spurting now and Cassandra's body and face were spackled with it. She wasn't baring her teeth in a snarl anymore, but a smile, mouth open. Her left arm to the elbow and her right hand to the wrist were completely crimson and dripping.
The ball pain poured on and upward into Jesse Edmundson's belly, exquisitely overwhelming, an electrified acid fire. His nuts were now half gone, plopping in chunks into the drain. She scraped faster, faster and harder and his bellowing shrieks now connected into fluttery, full octave glissandi up and down, longer between his pants, not missing a single note. Flynn watched an orange chunk slide down her arm, shook his head and laughed a little. The sight wasn't funny to him and he was no longer thinking of whether Edmundson deserved it. He started giggling silently and didn't stop until she had finished shredding two human testicles still attached to a human. The laughter felt delectable in his abs and that helped keep it going.
Then she slowed down, scraping hard but examining closely, scraping again with a growl. Jesse Edmundson's gasping, writhing shrieks did not slow down. He shrieked and screeched on and on at the ceiling, and she held the center of the grater, smearing her right hand with blood, orange meat, and bluish white strips of testicular walls, each curled like a corkscrew, and she scraped again, biceps and shoulders flexing magnificently and now Flynn heard the last of Jesse Edmundson's seminiferous tubules squirt with a clotted burble through the grater. Flynn shied away. The tunicas crackled and popped, and then she scraped the grater away and Flynn saw the remnants of two perfectly good testicles, bloody, orange and bluish white, splayed open like wilted flowers. She tossed the grater to the floor, stood and sat on Edmundson's cage, heaving with breath, hair richly disheveled around her, blood splattered all over her legs, waist, breasts and face.
She looked up at Flynn, then glanced absently around the room. She turned around left and the next man to be punished beheld her with widening eyes. She grinned and held up her hands, turned them around for him to see that not a square inch of them all the way to her elbows was not covered in blood, then she put her left middle finger in her mouth and slowly sucked it clean, and flipped him off. He watched her throat roll down and up.
Only then did Edmundson's panting gasps of ragged wailing screeches begin to subside, dwindling to a low rolling moan two minutes later. Jesse Edmundson was now human only in appearance. The only part of his brain now functioning was his cerebellum, controlling heart rate, breathing, digestion, pain reception. No higher functions, no abstract thoughts, no emotions but a quiet, abiding fear would ever again take place in his mind. He would lie on the bunk of his cell for the next two years and stare, lips twitching, at the ceiling. Other prisoners would pull him up to a seated position and feed him through a straw. They would wipe him when he shit in his rubber dignity pants. Upon his release, he would live the next thirty-four years in an insane asylum and be given the same treatment. He would die drooling in a wheelchair at the age of sixty-five.
Cassandra growled for the whole room to hear, "I'll give you ten minutes to enjoy still having testicular walls, Jesse Edmundson!" His moans and writhing rolled on. She picked up the hose and rinsed herself clean, now rinsing her hair all over, gulping water, then cleaned the floor into the drain. She sighed and looked over the room. She replaced Edmundson's clipboard, then went behind Flynn and he heard the fridge open and shut. She stepped to his left side and held up two orange Gatorade bottles. He nodded and she held it to his mouth.
When he was finished, she tossed it and chugged the other. She took her earplugs out, then his, and threw them behind him. She grinned. "I really want to fuck you right now, but I always finish all my work first. She looked down at his flaccid cock, lifted it, flopped it around in her hands and smiled back up. "I cannot begin to describe to you how good that fucker's gonna feel mashing against my cervix!"
He shook his head a little, frowning. "You can really take it all the way to the hilt!?"
She swallowed and said, "I think so! I'm pretty sure! I mean, I can take a sixteen inch dildo all the way, but I don't have one fucking four inches thick! Shit!" She looked back down, then stooped and he gasped as he felt her right hand grip his scrotum above his balls. She squeezed a little and he heard her giggle as she swung them back and forth, catching and jiggling them. "These are gonna be a lotta fun to play with, too!" She cupped them and lifted. "Fucking heavy!" She let them plop back to the bottom of his sack and stood. "Soon!"
She retrieved her tools from behind Partsch, sat behind Edmundson, who was still moaning mildly and squirming, and said, "I guess it's been long enough, Jesse! Here comes some more pain! Then it'll finally stop!" Jesse Edmundson did not understand what she was saying because he no longer understood the English language. Crunch. His moaning shook up louder, but died back down. With each of six crunches, it rose and fell but not much. Then she sliced off the rags that were his testicular walls, dropped them into the drain, and slowly sliced across the bottom of his scrotum, dropped the shreds, and clack clack clack clack clack clack. She had used him up.