Unethical experimentation || Part 7 (Final)

Content warning : >!implied murder!<

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.

Exams are such a pain and since I've still got a few until I'm free from this suffering, I have decided to wrap with this storyline up after the delay. I'll still post every once in a while, though, so expect more fantasy-esque shenanigans, probably more erotic in nature.

That said, thank you all for waiting and here it goes. A pleasant reading to you!

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From the moment you woke up life was an unending stream of pain and suffering. As someone who was “born” yesterday, you could only scream in rage as you were put through torture no human should go through and endured more wounds than the most experienced of warriors go through in their lifetime, yet you lived. You weren’t human, after all. In fact, you had no idea who you were as your mind hadn’t even developed enough to think about such unnecessary things.

No blade was sharp enough to pierce you, no pressure was too much to break you, you were perfect... almost perfect. You could feel all the pain they inflicted upon you and they were delighted to hear your roars. While you were stronger than a giant and sturdier than a dragon, you couldn’t overpower the simplest metallic shackles, all thanks to the arcane power imbued into them by the very people who created you. They didn’t want you to escape, not until they were sure that you would be the most perfect thing they’ve ever created, and what better way to test that but to see how much was too much.

You’ve lost count of how many ways they’ve tried to test you, mainly thanks to the fact that the idea of numbers was foreign to you, and you were certain that there was no way that it could get worse, but as their attention was shifted to the pair of orbs lying neatly on a cold metallic platform between your legs, you figured exactly what sort of pain you hated the most.

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A single strike of a heavy mallet to your nuts was enough to force out the loudest roar so far. You screamed so much your throat started hurting for the first time since your “birth” and you could only hope that it would be the end of it, but one strike turned into two and two turned into four and so on as the many researchers started pounding your poor eggs like mochi.

The resilience of your testes was only making things worse as they wouldn’t deform even a little under the intense beating they received, bouncing instead and making it feel as if your nuts were trapped in a very intense game of tennis, whatever that may be.

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When their muscles were sore from hitting your balls, they gave up trying to do damage by hitting and turned to trapping them in-between to plates of metal and forcing them shut, applying unseen forces from both sides, somehow managing to not have the plates get misaligned by your plump round set.

With the pressure being more than enough to crush bones and only increasing, you thought it would just be a matter of time until the pair would just get smushed and permanently become flat as a the pieces of paper they scribbled down things on, but unfortunately to you, even as the pressure got high enough to make the one maintaining it break into a sweat, your balls endured, constantly letting you know just how much of a perilous situation they’re in.

To aid their partner, more of the researchers chimed in, increasing the force and making it feel as if your nuts were stuck in-between an ancient titan’s fingers, but it only grew worse and worse until the plates started getting closer. And soon the inevitable happened

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With a deafening blast the plates shattered, sending deadly shrapnel into opposing walls with enough force for them to become a permanent addition to the chamber’s design.

You could breathe a sigh of relief as the pressure on your balls disappeared while the researchers cheered to their apparent success, yet from the looks of it they weren’t done, in fact, as one of them took the heavy pair into their hands and tugged the balls as far away from your body as they could go and locked two metallic rings which resized themselves to fit their victim : one around both testes, the other at the very base of your nutsack.

It was certainly uncomfortable as the rings were tight enough for you to feel them dig into your flesh, but you knew that it wasn’t the point. You knew that something far more sinister. With horror in your eyes you stared at the masked thing that prepared your danglers for whatever was coming. You wished for it all to stop, but as a new force started tugging at the ring, you let out a surprisingly high-pitched yelp.

They didn’t bother gradually increasing your torment, no, they started out at a force strong enough for you to feel as if your balls were tied to a rampaging hellhound while an elder serpent forced the base still.

But as it was with all that came before, even though it felt like hell, even though you could swear that every millimeter of your testes and the cords that bound them to your body were ripped to shreds thanks to the unseen force, everything was perfectly fine with them.

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Thanks to your inhuman screeching, nobody noticed the chamber’s door opening and a mysterious figure clad in black rushing inside. A flash of light brighter than the sun blinded you for a moment, but that was more than enough for everything to end. The pain suddenly stopped and only the aching from the clamp-like rings around your balls remained.

Every single researcher was lying on the floor, you couldn’t even tell if they were alive, but you didn’t have time to figure things out as your eyes were drawn to the approaching stranger. They were a bit smaller than the researchers you were oh so familiar with, yet in such a body you could feel a great deal of power.

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You felt threatened by their presence, especially as their slender gloved hand reached out to your chest, unfazed by your inhuman roars. You felt a mysterious energy fill your body. It was over in a moment, yet you were certain that it wasn’t just a fancy trick, but you couldn’t ask anything.

Taking a few steps back, the stranger waved their hand and all your restraints, including the ones on your balls got removed. You could finally move freely. You could finally do as you wish, and, blinded by the bottled up rage, you attacked the only person who was still a threat to you, yet the moment you leaped at her with murderous intent, you felt the agony that was inflicted upon your poor pair of jewels return. Something was twisting inside your nutsack, and you had no way of stopping it as you rolled around on the ground, screaming and holding onto your balls as if that would be enough to fix anything.

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As the pain increased and you instinctively clenched your hands, you didn’t even notice that you were crushing your own balls, and, somehow, your own strength was more than enough to overpower your defences as a loud crunch echoed through the room. For the first time since your birth, something caused you pain that lingered even after the source was removed.

“This is the first time I’ve seen someone so eager to crush their own balls” the stranger sneered, their voice carrying a feminine tone. You wanted to strike her down, to rip her arms off and to beat her with the newly acquired weapons, but the pain was too much for you to handle. You couldn’t even whimper “Oh, relax, they’re not broken. Here, let me fix you up.” and as if abiding by her wish, the pain vanished. Such a show of power was enough for you to fear her. Moreover, you could understand what she was saying, which weirded you out even more.

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“Now then, go on, kill them all.” she pointed at the chamber’s door and commanded, yet you were hesitant, after all, those who wronged you already fell by her hands and now that she helped you snap out of your murderous rage, you only wished to escape. “Hmm… then, how about this...” with a twirl of her finger, you felt the pain build up again. “If you don’t go on a rampage out there and ruin this whole place, I’ll just ruin you. What do you think?” as you felt both your testes rotating in such a way that the cords started entwining, you thought about attacking her for a split second, but as the thought crossed your mind, the movement became more rapid and a new twisting motion entered the fray, making it feel as if she was trying to unscrew your nuts.

Finding yourself in such a disadvantageous position, you complied and started crawling towards the exit, only then did the pain subside a little, but a bit remained, just to remind you who you belonged to.

Nothing could stand in your way. Even the arcane spells that were the only thing that held you down during your torment bounced off of your skin and soon enough, nobody remained in the dungeon deep within the woods. You’ve never felt so good in your short life, and as you stood near the exit, waiting for your new owner to come out, a bright idea struck your mind. Blinded by power, you decided that you would be able to overpower the frail maiden, yet that thought was your downfall as you were once again paralyzed with agony beyond what should’ve been possible.

Lying on the grassy earth and trying to fix your balls by twisting them in the other way, you didn’t see her approaching from the ruins. And only after she put the final hex on you did you finally notice your freedom. As you stared into the sky with only a few clouds hiding the vast celestial sea, you took your final breath.