Unethical experimentation || Part 6

Tags : >!magic!<, >!femalepov!<, >!dungeon!<, >!punishment!<, >!poison!<

This story set in a fantasy world is about a series of experiments performed to test out the endurance of a man’s private parts.Of course, the test subjects’ experiences may vary, but the only constant so far is pain.

Let's switch things up a bit. How about looking at the experiments from our kind elf's eyes?

Might have taken some inspiration for the experiment from [u/PicketFenceLover's story](https://new.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/nurqzg/tara_tests_a_new_drug_on_her_brother/), it did sound like quite a nice concept to me.

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*So tedious… so annoying…* As you mixed the various herb extracts and venoms for the umpteenth time, you couldn’t help but feel that the increasingly sadistic requests of the higher-ups were getting too unreasonable. *If they want to make someone suffer, why don’t they come and put up with their screams themselves, or, better yet, put their own balls on the line? Do demons even have balls?* Such thoughts were anything but new, after all, you signed up for the position of a researcher to help people, but so far, among the hundreds of tools and potions you’ve created, those which were used to aid and not to harm could be counted on two hands.

*What is this data even useful for?* You looked at the various spreadsheets of values for all the races you’ve performed tests on while the machine stirred the ingredients together. *Who would even care if their balls can’t survive a Gantolian viper’s acid, or the pressure a Branic chimera’s jaws, it’s not like the rest of their body would! If one is dumb enough to put their nutsack in between a thundergoat’s horns, they would also lack the intellectual capacity to read these papers and know that their gonads would be fried quicker than they’d be able to blink!*

Releasing your frustration in the form of an arcane bolt of flames that hit the center of a target conveniently placed on the other side of the room, you could at least be glad that you could maintain your combat skills even in such a stressful environment, although you’d be a lot happier if the target didn’t scream just because you warmed their balls up just a little bit. That said, as of late, you did start enjoying their suffering. There was something empowering in the feeling of a man’s balls in your hand, in the way they looked at you with fear in their eyes and in how desperate they got as soon as your nails started digging into their flesh, yet you knew it was wrong. The sound a testicle gave out as a last breath, when it could no longer bear whatever was causing its owner pain strong enough to make them lose themselves, it was so satisfying, yet you promised yourself to never destroy one’s manhood for entertainment, though, as you redefined the meaning of “destroy”, anything short of making them infertile was fair game. *As soon as the contract is over, I’m leaving this place…*

With the mixture ready, you approached the man who was still whining about how much his balls hurt and ordered him to drink it, to which he shut his mouth so hard, you could practically hear the grinding of his teeth, which was quite understandable, but still very much annoying. *If only Maria wasn’t running errand right now… Would’ve saved this guy so much pain.* While trying to reason with him would have been the more obvious and painless solution, you were working unpaid overtime and the previous failures of this exact experiment left you devoid of mercy.

“AAAAAARGH! YOU BI-GULP” Applying some pressure on his swollen balls was more than enough to make him open his mouth, and seizing the opportunity, you dumped the contents of the small vial into his mouth right before forcing it shut with your hand to make sure he couldn’t spit even a single drop of it out.

Hearing his screams was a headache you would rather avoid, so you put a collar around his neck and shifted your attention to the crystals monitoring the integrity of his testes. The previous iterations of the poison you just fed him had a nasty little side effect which resulted in the victims testes getting destroyed by his own immune system, and since having to wait for new subjects was a bother, you decided that neutralizing the poison as soon as such a reaction were to start was a much more efficient use of resources. And, as you could clearly tell from the current subject’s vain attempts to cuss you out, your efforts of making sure his manhood stayed intact were greatly unappreciated. You even let him recover in-between tests, and he still managed to waste his energy on complaining. “Maybe if you didn’t go around breaking into people’s homes, you wouldn’t have to go through this.” you said bluntly to the man who couldn’t really voice an opinion.

While the primary effect of the poison came about less than a minute after ingestion, as evident by pretty much all of the pain receptors firing at once, no doubt causing the subject great pain, there was still time until anything dangerous could start happening, which gave you time to think about why and where such a poison could be used. *Who would even need to cause someone excruciating pain in that specific area? Ah, no, nevermind. More importantly, who do it in such a roundabout way? There are much more efficient ways of doing this… The only way to use this efficiently would be as a prank, and a horrible one at that. Honestly, at this point I think they just want me to create stuff for the sake of doing it…*

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the change right away, but the subject did and he started thrashing around, which finally caught your attention. *Ah, another failure.* Before it would get any worse, you waved your hand in front of his nutsack and just like that the poison was neutralized. The pain would linger, but as far as you were concerned, he could still be used. Implementing a magical killswitch turned out to be a much better idea than coming up with an antidote every time you tested something, so there was that, but you couldn’t help but feel sad creating something so useful as an afterthought of a pointless prank.

“Gotta try again. Isn’t that just great?” you exclaimed in clear disgust of having to go through the procedure all over again. *This isn’t worth the effort.* You thought as you gave the subject’s balls a congratulatory slap for surviving and went back to the workstation. *It’s going to be a long night.*