No Escape (Test Club)

Content warning : >!Futanari!<, >!Castration!<

Parody : [Test Club](https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/95554271)

Video games with ballbusting at their focus sure are rare and I enjoyed every second of the demo, so please check it out if you're interested in that sort of stuff. I hope that this story will help more people find the game I based it on.

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“Persistent, smart and hard-working, all wonderful traits to have, such a waste that Viola of all people ended up with those. Vengeful beyond what even a psycho would call ‘too much’, she never knew when to stop and her mistakes were quite costly to those who she perceived as enemies.” The host introduced to the viewers tonight’s victim while having a crude sketch of her transmitted over the web for all to see, all, that is, who paid a special fee to witness what will become of Viola and those like her. “However,” the host continued, “this futa didn’t think that her violent spree would come to an end when she came across our associates. Needless to say, I wouldn’t be talking about her to such length if she wasn’t here with us.” With an audible click the transmission switched to the camera feed in a cramped room where Viola was silently struggling to break free from the ropes. The anger in her greenish eyes was unmistakable, but her slow, deliberate movements showed a more calculated side.



While the sketch that was shown before was more or less accurate, it couldn’t compete with reality, her nude form was a delightful sight to behold and her well-toned beauty was only eclipsed by the size of her balls. Saying they were “big” would be a big understatement, comparing them to oranges would be at least somewhat accurate, though her chest was on the smaller side, probably to compensate, although that fit her more than one would expect. It seemed that the host, too, was taken aback by what she saw, but it only took her a moment to compose herself. “Premium user 347, go ahead and take control, she’s all yours!”



“What!? Let me go, you bastards!” the victim finally realized that she was being watched and her eyes locked onto the only camera that was in the room she was in. “The fuck do you mean, ‘all yours’!? \*BZZT\* I’ll rip you open a new one if you don’t let me out! \*CLICK\* I’ll AAAARGH!” the sound of the electric shock was unmistakable as collar tightly fitted around the base of her nutsack beeped in reaction to the host’s interference.



“Now-now,” the host turned down the volume of her panting a bit and started explaining Viola her situation, “you’ve been given a chance at repentance and this is how you’re treating it? You’ll be an obedient little futa and follow your master’s every command, because if you don’t,” her voice went from cheerful to ominous in an instant, “we’ll just fry your balls! We made sure to charge that thing to full, after all.”



“I get it,” Viola barked, trying to hide her erection from the camera. It wasn’t anything special compared to the rest of her package, but would still be a shame to ruin. “What do you want me to do?” her compliance was uncanny, almost enough to think that she was plotting something, which she probably was.



“Untie yourself and get out of that room,” a distorted voice commanded, finally setting start to tonight’s session.



Outside was a long hallway, fully lit for the viewer’s enjoyment. Without waiting for a prompt, Viola started exploring, carefully stepping forward, almost expecting the clean tiles to drop beneath her feet, setting a cruel trap in motion. She was right on that, but it didn’t make her path any less dangerous, since the only way to know where the snares lay was to activate them, which the viewers anticipated greatly, evident by the scrolling wall of comments they left in the live chat, predicting what exactly was about to happen to those large nuts of hers.



Step, step, step, step… suddenly Viola froze up, her instincts were telling her that if she were to take another step forward she would surely regret it. The tile in front of her seemed off in a way she couldn’t quite put together and as she was about to go around it, the distorted voice of her “master” commanded her to move forward.



“You can’t be serious! It’s trapped, isn’t it?!” she shouted at the nearest camera, but the only answer she got was the buzzing of the collar. Muttering curses under her breath, she slowly stepped on the obviously dangerous tile, holding her hand around her scrotum. Her defensive approach turned to be her downfall as a loud smack from behind forced an involuntary squeal out of her. The hidden weapon disappeared before she could turn back and see what it was, with only the red imprint on the back of her ballsack hinting at what it may have been.



“Now run ahea, turn right on the intersection and enter the first door you see. Don’t stop for anything.” The sadistic user didn’t care to give Viola a moment of respite, earning a spiteful glare.



“I’ll get you for that, you bastard,” while she did say that, she was running just as instructed, trying to dodge anything that looked wrong. Her heavy nuts bounced around both from her momentum and the extra “help” they were getting from all those smacks. Moving fast did help lessen the damage of some of the low blows, but when the rubber mallet sprung up in front of her at the perfect height to catch both of her nuts as she , she could only mutter a soft “fuck” as she failed to dodge it and collided with a loud meaty **slap** that left viewers wondering whether or not they heard anything pop.



It would hurt plenty if she were to just walk into it, but all that extra speed certainly wasn’t doing her any favours as she kept screaming bloody murder while lying on the floor, clutching her balls in a desperate attempt to sooth the pain. “Let’s take another look at that, shall we?!” the host declared cheerfully, switching the display to that of the slow-mo cam that perfectly captured Viola’s unfortunate trip.



Her right nut swung right into the rising mallet, flattening more and more with each passing millisecond until it looks more like jelly than anything of solid shape. In great detail the viewers could see as Viola’s testicle was pushed to the point of breaking until the transfer of momentum was completed and it bounced back.



By the time the replay finished the poor futa was still lying on the floor, her right nut visibly swollen and turning a nice shade of red. Her violent attitude was completely replaced by pitiful whimpers and what could vaguely be called begging for mercy, of which she received none. “Please… please no… I can’t…” she tried to reason with the disembodied voice, but it only further insisted that she continued, with the buzzing of her collar getting louder by the second, singalling doom to her already reduced sperm count.



Understanding her position, she crawled towards the door. “I’d hurry if I were you! One of my associates got a bit impatient and I couldn’t do anything to stop them.” The host’s voice echoed painfully in Viola’s ears, and even though she made an effort to move faster, anything short of a crawling pace made her feel as if her guts were being wrung out, and it only got worse with each passing moment.



“I-it’s locked. I’ts locked!” Viola shouted and turned to the camera. If looks could kill, hers would be banned in multiple countries, but that also quickly changed as her anger turned to horror. There, in the distance she saw one of the associates, clad in a full-body latex suit whoever was behind the mask was rapidly approaching, and she didn’t seem to be friendly at all.



“OPEN IT!” she screamed and bashed at the door, but to no avail. In a vain attempt at escaping, Viola turned away from from her and tried to run away. Her half-assed attempt, however, was cut short by a spring-loaded boxing glove that crushed her poor testes against her pelvis, leaving her writhing on the floor just like she was a couple minutes ago.



“N-no! Let me go! Let me fucking go!”, she begged as the associate dragged her by her legs and unlocked the room she was so desperately trying to get into. “NO!” getting a single glace at the inside of the room was enough for her to regain some strength and try to fight back, but moments after letting go of Viola, the associate drove her heel right into her damaged nut. The scream that followed was loud enough that the host had to turn down the stream’s volume on her end.



“Phew, that sure was something. Guess she couldn’t earn her freedom after all. Please come back later to see her punishment. Who knows, maybe she’ll figure something out.”

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When Viola finally regained consciousness, she was immediately assaulted by the intense pain from her right nut. Looking down, she noticed the masked associate and she could tell that she was looking right back at her. She tried to move, but quickly found herself bound to an X-shaped table, her wrists and ankles completely immobilized by leather straps.



“Remember me?” the stranger asked, her voice filled with some much disgust one would assume she was talking to sentient garbage.



“N-no?” the confusement in her voice was no clever ploy, it was indeed quite genuine, which only served to anger the associate who seemed to be showing a great deal of restraint in not bashing Viola’s testicles in.



“Then, how about this?” saying that, the futa standing in front of Viola unzipped her suit, revealing both her perky breasts and her erect cock, which dwarfed Viola’s in comparrison. She moved away her member to show her sack which was obviously missing half its contents.



“If you think I remember every bitch I almost neutered, you’re dead wrong.” and while she was speaking her mind, it most probably was the worst thing she could’ve said to someone who had full access to her balls. Though she learned that lesson quickly as the unnamed associate grabbed her mostly broken right testicle. “Wai-A-” her scream got stuck in her throat as her nut got crushed with a satisfying **SQUELCH**. It didn’t even take that much strength to completely liquify what was left of her broken egg, but the associate kept kneading it just to make sure that even a miracle wouldn’t be able to save it.



“That’s not all that you wanted to do, is it?” the host cheered her on, to which the viewers could see a slight smile on her face.



“W-wait… please, you’ve already broken it. Please let me go…” the pathetic pleading was barely audible, yet the associate made a show of grabbing her other nut.



“Final try, who am I?” she demanded an answer, and wasn’t planning on letting go until she got one?



“Anita?” **Squeeze** “Jaye?” **SQUEEZE** “F-fuck… Katie?” **CRUNCH**! “W-wait, please… y-you’re Anne, ri-yaaaaaaaaaaaa” With the final wrong answer given, the unnamed associate squeezed on the remaining nut with both of her hands, finally overpowering the poor testicle’s defenses and squishing in with a loud **POP**.