Genetically Modified Genitals - (The Torturer's Apprentice series)

The girl torturers delight in destroying the biggest testicles in 
the world.

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Genetically Modified Genitals – (The Torturer’s Apprentice series)


The young longhaired prisoner had been returned to the torture 
chamber by two guards, after Haley’s night of passion and sexual 
excess with him.  Now, Wanda stood between his widespread legs, and 
looked up at his smooth body pulled taut by the straps binding him 
to the cross frame.  But her gaze kept reverting to his genitalia.  
In all her long experience of CBT, she had never, ever, seen 
anything quite like this genetically modified eighteen year old 
youth.  His thirteen inch penis lay up his concave stomach, with 
its tip resting on his rib cage.  It was his testicles though, that 
enthralled Wanda.

How she loved the feel, the weight and the warmth of a man’s 
testicles in her hands.  Their slight movement within the gossamer 
sac of the scrotum, the body turning them for the best position for 
heat dissipation as the miles of spaghetti filaments within each 
plump orb continued to manufacture millions of sperm every day.  
The power she felt when in front of her, lay a magnificent example 
of a fighting soldier, lean, fit and strong, a tough fighting 
machine trained to kill.   The power she felt when that same man 
realised that his most vulnerable organs now lay in the hands of a 
woman who was an experienced torturer, a sadist, and who was about 
to inflict unimaginable agony on the very core of his manhood.  How 
proud was that man, as, with his fellow soldiers, they rampaged 
through defenceless villages, choosing the prettiest girls, and 
often in front of their parents, raped them.  Proud cocks erect and 
dripping with lust, proud testicles swinging against the buttocks 
of the ravaged victims, as they screamed in pain, outrage and 
horror. 

Such reversal of fortunes, such revenge, is so sweet, thought 
Wanda.  Now their proud organs were to be the receptors of the most 
excruciating pain known to man.  The slow, calculated and carefully 
measured application to the testicles of pressure, tension, 
distortion, electrocution and mutilation.  So from their once 
treasured possession of sexual flesh, the tortured male would 
eventually wish that he had been born without balls.

Such was Wanda’s love of her job.  Bringing revenge for the 
atrocities suffered by her people from the enemy of her country.  
But also inducing in her groin mind-blowing orgasms as she 
sadistically made eunuchs of her charges.

This slender youth, though, was no soldier.  Genetically modified 
at his own request in the enemy complex where his step-father 
worked, he had employed his massive equipment in hideous ways. The 
tables were turned, and Wanda’s body shuddered as she looked at her 
captive. 

And now, she held the largest pair of testicles she had ever seen, 
and her vagina began to moisten as she contemplated the destruction 
of these huge lemon sized balls.  The skin of his young scrotum 
looked thinner and more translucent that the average sac, and the 
walls of each of the testes had a unusual firmness.  The veins and 
cords leading from the huge glands were clearly visible through the 
skin, plump and pulsing with life, leading up into his lean groin, 
to the base of his throbbing and rigid penis.  And that strange 
movement that fascinates so many women was greatly enhanced by 
their weight and size, and as they lay heavily in her palms, the 
vital life of these extraordinary lumps of man-meat caused her body 
to shudder again with pleasure.

Haley watched Wanda with increasing anticipation.

“Er, we had a fantastic night,” she said to Wanda.  “He can cum 
four or five times an hour all night, and his lovely cock stayed 
hard all the time, even without the drugs.”

She tilted her head as she added, “you know he’s not a soldier.  Do 
we have to, well, completely ruin him, I mean, he so unique with 
that huge tackle, it seems such a shame Wanda, you know, to spoil 
those gorgeous balls and that amazing cock, I mean, can’t I have 
him for a week or two …”

“Look at his report on the desk,” Wanda interrupted sternly.  “He’s 
no innocent saint.  Get a grip, girl, we are here to destroy this 
scum, whatever the size of their cock and balls.”  Secretly, Wanda 
thought, Haley had a point.  God, his balls are lovely.

Haley went to the desk and flicked through the papers until she 
found his report.  Skipping through his medical details and 
enhancements, she found the arresting officers report at the bottom 
of the page.  ‘…brutal rape of Abigail Welland, 16 years old.  His 
enhanced genitalia caused appalling internal injuries …’.  The 
report contained graphic descriptions of the damage his massive 
penis had inflicted on the girl’s internal organs.  It stated that 
she died 24 hours later from internal haemorrhaging and shock, and 
in the most agonising pain. On capture, he had been arrogant and 
bullish, and had offered no apologies for his dreadful behaviour.  
There were further reports that other girls had been attacked by 
the prisoner but no charges had been brought. 

Haley replaced the papers and walked back to the frame.  She looked 
the prisoner in the eyes and her gaze became steely.  

“You told me yesterday that you were gay,” she said to him.  “It 
was obvious from last night that you are not, although you might be 
bisexual.  That report confirms my feelings and that you are just 
another heinous man prepared to destroy women for your own sexual 
gratification.  You used your GM modification to cause those awful 
injuries to a 16 year old girl, you bastard, and Wanda and I are 
going to enjoy busting your enormous balls.”

Turning to Wanda, she added, “his balls have not been toughened to 
the same extent of the two soldiers we had in here yesterday.  He 
told me last night that a slight toughening had been incorporated 
into the modification as the huge size of his testicles were likely 
to get knocked about more easily during everyday life.  However, 
his pain threshold is only slightly higher than average.”

“Good,” said Wanda, letting go of his heavy scrotum, and slamming 
her knee hard into the swinging organs.  It lifted them up in their 
voluminous sac and crushed them against his public bone.

His breath exploded from his lungs, and his body tensioned in his 
bindings.  After filling his chest with air, he gave an ear-
piercing shriek.  Wanda took a syringe off the trolley and filled 
it with a paralysing anaesthetic serum.  Moving up to his head, she 
wiped his throat with alcohol and injected his voice box.  Quickly, 
the anaesthetic spread and the only noise that came from his vocal 
chords was a gasping ragged breathing.

Replacing the syringe on the trolley, Wanda again moved between his 
legs.  She lifted her lab coat to bare her knee, and slammed it so 
viciously into his sac that she winced in pain.

“Ow,” Wanda exclaimed, “his balls are so hard, I’ve hurt my fucking 
knee!”

“So we better soften them up,” said Haley, smiling evilly.

The second smash to his testicles had tightened every muscle in his 
body, and he was retching quietly. Both girls stood between his 
splayed legs.  His head came up, and he looked at them both with 
terror in his eyes.  He mouth was moving, but no sound came out 
except his noisy breathing.  Each girl took a testicle into their 
hands, laying the heavy orb into their palms.  Looking at each 
other, they placed the thumb of their other hand into the centre of 
the plump ball meat, and Haley mouthed ‘ready?’  Wanda nodded, and 
both girls drilled down with their thumbs.

Again, his breath exploded from his body.  His stomach rose 
upwards, his legs arced, and the only points in contact with the 
cross frame were his heels and the back of his head.  The girls 
maintained the pressure, and Wanda could see through the 
translucent scrotal skin, the massive egg of his manhood distorting 
inwards, and the perimeter of  the testicular wall bulging 
obscenely outwards.  She could feel the testicle pulsing in rhythm 
with his young heart, as his lifeblood surged into the aching meat.

The prisoner had never felt such pain.  The two knee slams had made 
a nauseating pain surge into his stomach, causing him to dry-retch 
with the intensity of the blows.  But now, a continuous 
excruciating agony was pouring out of his testicles and flooding 
his whole body.  Even his head felt ready to explode as the girls 
pressed even harder into his testicles.  The drugs administered 
earlier to prevent loss of consciousness and continued penile 
erection irrespective of pain, kept him from passing out under this 
onslaught.

Wanda and Haley’s thumbs began to ache after several minutes of 
this treatment, and then, on cue, they turned their hands into a 
claw, gripping his hard flesh in a vice-like grip.  The tendons 
stood out on their arms and their faces showed the effort and 
strain as they squeezed his mighty balls with all their strength.

“Let’s see if we can get some juice out of these lemons,” Wanda 
said, as she felt the testicular meat in her hand distort and the 
soft outer layers of his gland oozed through her fingers. 

His body was pouring with sweat, and his silent screams through his 
paralysed throat were reminiscent of a drowning man breaking the 
surface of the water.  

“Carry on, Haley,” said Wanda, “I’ll gets some of my toys out.”

She returned with her vanadium steel ball press.  This ingenious 
device was able to apply pressure not only on the sides of a 
testicle, but the interlinking bars also closed at each end, 
compressing the contents of a ball so that unimaginable agony was 
created.

“Shit,” said Wanda, “his nads are so large I can’t fit them in.  
But one of my older crushers will do.”

She took out a small cast iron vice.  Onto each face of the 
gripping surface was screwed an acrylic plate which had a small 
indentation on each.  Winding the handle, she opened out the vice 
to its fullest extent, and moved back between the prisoner’s legs.

Haley had twisted his ball sac around three times and was pulling 
his testicles far out from his body, so that trapped in the bottom 
of his scrotum, they appeared shiny, red and swollen.  With her 
right hand clenched in a fist, she was repeatedly beating them, her 
brow dripping with exertion, and her knuckles reddening.  She 
dropped his scrotum as Wanda approached, and watched as she 
separated his left testicle and manipulated it between the jaws of 
the vice.

Once carefully in position, Wanda started to turn the handle.  The 
vice closed rapidly on his swollen ball, and as she continued to 
turn, it began to flatten noticeably.  From the prisoner’s throat, 
the most awful rattle emanated, as his tender gland began to 
compress.  The contents of his ball were being distorted and as the 
pressure increased every nerve ending in his testicle was totally 
overloaded with pain, sending massive signals to his brain.  Wanda 
continued to close the jaws, judging carefully, as she did not want 
the organ to burst.  Her experience on ball crushing was probably 
the best in the world.  Watching the edges of his bulging testicle, 
she could see the fibrous shell straining to withhold the 
compressed contents.  One turn too many, and the wall would 
rupture, and the interior sperm producing tissue would burst out 
like jam from a doughnut.  

“We’ll hold it there,” she said, letting the vice go so that it 
swung between his legs, pulling heavily on his captured testicle.  
“We don’t want the thing exploding, anyway, not yet.” 

She looked up and saw Haley had lifted his rigid penis and was 
licking off the copious flow of pre-cum.  It was running down the 
sides, making his beautiful pink cock gleam.  Wanda watched as 
Haley took the huge flared helmet of his extraordinary penis into 
her mouth, and she could see her tongue moving inside her cheeks as 
it darted around the spongy flange.

She grinned as she lifted the vice containing his testicle.  ‘Maybe 
just one more turn’ she said to herself, watching the flattening 
meat carefully.

Haley suddenly went “Mmmmmmm!” and her eyes widened to saucers.  
Her cheeks expanded as thick cum, undiluted with bodily fluids from 
the prostate gland, and squeezed directly from his testicle, 
flooded into her mouth.  

“Mmmmm!” she hummed again, as she lifted her mouth from his swollen 
cock, and long glistening strands of glutinous semen joined his 
cock-head with her lips.

“That was delicious, Wanda,” she said, grinning, and wiping her 
lips.  “I must have drunk about a pint of his cum in the last 
twenty-four hours, but that was the best tasting yet!”

She let go of his cock and it dropped back onto his body, its 
weight making a pleasing slap as it fell into the puddle of pre-cum 
that had been oozing from him since the treatment had started.

Wanda released his left testicle from the vice.  Bodily fluids and 
blood that had been forced under pressure into his thick veins and 
cords, suddenly began to flow back into the flattened orb, and its 
shape began to recover quickly, causing even more agony to sear 
into his body.  Wanda fitted his right ball into the vice, this 
time manoeuvring the  pointed ends of his oval gland into the 
depressions on the vice jaws.  Winding the handle rapidly to take 
up the slack, she watched as the huge egg began to bulge outwards 
at the centre.  She continued to wind and watched carefully to 
avoid rupturing him, as the meat distorted dreadfully, the fibres 
of the testicular wall strained to the maximum.

“Urrrrggh!” the prisoner half-whispered through his paralysed 
throat.  He began to cough gently and looked close to fainting.  
Suddenly the thick urethra running up the underside of his mammoth 
cock began to swell alarmingly as his thick undiluted semen was 
physically crushed out of his testicle.  Without the pumping action 
of an orgasm, the gelatinous cum oozed out of the eye of his cock 
and lay on his chest like toothpaste from a tube.  

Haley lowered her mouth to his chest and sucked up the man cream 
with noisy slurps.  She then placed her warm mouth over his fat 
glans and pulled her hand up his urethra tube, squeezing out more 
of his juices. 

Wanda watched her with vague disgust, and then said, “Haley, I 
think we’ve drained these buggers dry, but I’ve just remembered 
something that could get them going again.  I’m just going back to 
my workshop for a minute – won’t be long.”

She left the room and Haley moved between the prisoner’s legs.  She 
lifted his penis and sucked gently for a few moments, then placed 
her left hand around the base of his rigid shaft.  With her right 
hand she grasped his thick meat just below the head.  Between her 
two hands were five inches of uncovered cock.  Employing her 
formidable strength for one so dainty, she began to bend his turgid 
shaft.  The erectile drugs administered earlier had continued to 
give him the strongest hard-on he had ever experienced, and the 
normal spongy tissue of his shaft was swollen enormously, almost to 
bone-like hardness.  Nevertheless, his shaft began to bend, and a 
new agony began to wrack his body.

Haley was amazed at how hard his shaft was to bend, and she 
strained her wrists with all her strength.  The meatus in the core 
of his penis was stretching to the very limit, and the excruciating 
pain was crashing up his shaft into his body.  The fibres of his 
flesh were just about to rend apart when Haley released his cock, 
and it snapped back into shape.  ‘I can’t do this,’ she thought.  
‘After a night of continual sex with this beautiful penis, I cannot 
break it’, she said to herself.  Instead, she lifted the vice 
holding his right testicle, and pulled it viciously upwards, 
stretching his aching chords as tight as bowstrings. Air hissed out 
of the prisoner’s throat as his body arched upwards, and it felt to 
him as though his whole stomach was being pulled through his 
intestines and out of his body.

Wanda returned with a small cardboard box containing several glass 
containers and a sheaf of papers.  She placed them on the trolley 
and began sorting through the contents.

“Do you know Lillian, our torturer in the eastern sector,” she said 
to Haley.  Haley shook her head.  “Well,” continued Wanda, “she 
gave me this stuff after last year’s torturers convention, but I’ve 
never tried it.  Lillian is not a sadist, and she gets no pleasure 
from giving torture, it’s just a job to her.  She tends to use 
quite a lot of chemicals, nerve agents and gases to provide 
excruciating pain.  She’d rather inject some incredible pain-making 
serum into her victim and go and have a cup of coffee.  Now, me of 
course, ol’ touchy-feely Wanda, never employs such boring methods.  
But there’s one serum here that I’ve heard about that could be 
interesting if used on monster nads here.  Ah, this is the one.”

She unwrapped the sheet around the bottle and began to read it 
out.  

“Testicle Blaster 9 it says on the label,” she said.  “Originally 
developed to increase the sperm output of breeding bulls, this is a 
concentrated by-product which can be used for interrogation 
purposes.”  Wanda skipped through several paragraphs, and then 
continued, “the effect it has on human testicles can only be 
described as traumatic.  Permanent damage can be assured.  Using 
DNA derivatives, amino-acids and nerve control agents, it 
stimulates the testes and prostate and causes the male reproductive 
system to speed up semen production by up to 4,000%.  Several 
victims have produced extraordinary results.  One 20 year old man 
produced nearly three gallons of semen in a 24 hour period before 
his testicles self-destructed.  Another victim expired after two 
hours through loss of bodily fluids.”  She continued to read, eyes 
widening in amazement, “In order to keep the prisoner alive during 
this treatment, you must ensure that he has adequate access to all 
the water he can drink.  Also, no restrictions must be made to 
prevent orgasms or ejaculations, as the internal organs will 
rupture under enormous pressure and will kill the victim by 
haemorrhage and shock.”  Skipping a lot more information, she 
finished with, “the main purpose of administering this serum is the 
incredible pain induced into the testicles by their hyper 
activity.  The victim will scream to have the treatment terminated, 
or may tear off his own testicles to stop the pain, as several of 
our prisoners have done.  He will also become very thirsty and will 
drinks pints of water.  This will increase the agony, as the 
testicles take this fluid out of his body to manufacture huge 
quantities of sperm.  Some men ejaculate without further 
stimulation, but if not, he should also be allowed to masturbate 
almost continuously, or his interrogators should do this for him, 
to drain the semen from his body, as otherwise death will follow 
quickly.  Finally, there is no way this treatment can be 
terminated.  The victim’s testicles will eventually destroy 
themselves by over-activity and without rapid medical attention, 
death is inevitable.”

“Fucking hell,” said Haley, eyes like saucers.  “So, erm, hang on, 
all that stuff refers to normal men with normal balls – yeah?, but 
if you give his modified nads this stuff, we’ll be up to our necks 
in sperm before you can count ten!”

“Hmm,” said Wanda, “should be interesting though.  Look, get a 
refill tank for the water cooler from the store cupboard, turn it 
over, and put a length of plastic piping into it so he can drink as 
much as he wants.  I don’t want him dying before his balls self-
destruct.”

Haley placed the water on the trolley and put the end of the pipe 
into his mouth.  The prisoner had been listening to Wanda reading 
out the instructions, and his horrified expression showed his 
increasing terror.  He sucked at the pipe and began drinking the 
water.  Wanda filled a syringe with the serum and carefully 
adjusted the exact volume to administer.  Then she stuck the needle 
into his thigh and squeezed the liquid into a blood vessel.

“How long does it take to work?” asked Haley.

“Says here that the full effect of the nerve agents tale place 
within five minutes, so you better get some towels ready,” Wanda 
said, grinning at Haley.

Both girls watched the victim as the serum travelled around his 
slim smooth body.  His long penis bobbed gently with his heart 
beat, crystalline strings of pre-cum oozing from his glans.  His 
testicles, swollen from their earlier viscous treatment, hung 
heavily in their voluminous scrotum, swinging gently between his 
wide-apart thighs.  Both naked under their lab coats, the girls had 
their hands between their legs, massaging their wet clitorises, as 
they looked at this beautiful young man and his amazing genitalia.  

Then things began to happen.  The prisoner’s face now had a look of 
surprise and his eyes widened in disbelieve and outrage as he felt 
strange things happening within his body.  His brow became beaded 
with sweat, and all over his torso, perspiration was breaking out 
and dripping down the sides of his body.  His heartbeat began to 
race, and his penis now pulsed rapidly, the end slapping his chest 
gently.  From the eye of his penis, clear glutinous pre-cum began 
to positively flow, rather than ooze.  His breathing became a 
frenzied panting and his chest was rising and falling, causing the 
pre-cum puddle to run down and form long strings to the concrete 
floor.

“Christ!” said Haley, “look at his balls!”

They were moving.  Inside the almost transparent gossamer skin of 
his sac, both testicles were turning first one way, and then the 
other, and rising and falling on their cords.  The movement 
quickened as they watched in amazement, and then it was obvious 
that they were rapidly expanding, pushing away from each other and 
filling the scrotum with their swelling bulk.

Wanda lifted both testicles in her hands.  “Shit, they’re red hot!” 
she exclaimed, “here feel.”

Haley held his swelling balls and felt the heat and movement as the 
serum’s full effect took hold.

“They’re alive,” she gasped, as the huge orbs of meat squirmed in 
her hands.  She dropped them and watched them swinging as the 
contents of the scrotum began to tighten the skin, and it became 
shiny and transparent.  Both girls watched the sides of the two 
testicles pulsing with life, throbbing with activity, and dripping 
with sweat.

“Urrrg” croaked the prisoner, and his frantic panting ceased as he 
held his breath, his sweat soaked body arched upwards, and he began 
to shake uncontrollably.  The finger thick vein of his urethra 
became even more swollen as a huge squirt of crystal clear pre-cum 
shot out of the end of his cock, and splashed onto his throat.

Haley looked at his grapefruit sized balls.  “Hadn’t we better wank 
him?” she said to Wanda, “otherwise I think his balls will explode.”

Wanda nodded.  Haley lifted his rigid penis upright, the pre-cum 
washing over her tiny hand, but before she had time to go any 
further, a pencil thick gush of thick semen shot from the end of 
his penis with such force, it was audible.  Three feet of white 
sperm lifted into the air, before the rope was broken, and it fell 
heavily onto Haley’s arm and splashed over the prisoner’s heaving 
chest.

Haley’s fetish for semen overcame her, and she quickly lowered her 
head and clamped her mouth over his sticky cock end, just as 
another huge jet of sperm erupted from his shaft.  Wanda smiled as 
she watched her apprentice feast on this cock yet again.  She saw 
her cheeks expand with the torrent of man cream, and although Haley 
was swallowing frantically, the pressure of this tide of semen 
burst up into her throat and down her nostrils in twin jets, 
causing Haley to lift off the spurting cock, coughing and choking.  
As she stood upright, thick strands of semen hung from her lips, 
eyes, hair and nose, and she looked at Wanda in bewilderment, her 
eyes wide.

“God, you look a sight!” said Haley grinning, and threw her a towel.

The prisoner’s face had become purple with his long breath hold, 
and suddenly, the air roared out of his lungs, and his arched body 
crashed back onto the cross frame.  From then end of his penis, 
semen continued to pump in long spurts, collecting on his chest in 
huge sticky pools, before pouring over the side in slow-motion 
stalactites to the floor.  

Wanda lifted his testicles and felt their continued hot movement.  
The swelling had deceased only slightly, and the scrotal skin was 
still taut and shiny.  Wanda winked at Haley, who was wiping 
herself down, and took a stainless steel cock clamp from her bag.  
She lifted the still pulsing penis, and placed it just behind the 
thick ridge of his flaring glans, before tightening the 
thumbscrew.  The clamp bit hard into his flesh and flattened the 
urethra.  Almost immediately, the pressure began to build in his 
tubes as the testicles continued to pour out their semen.  His 
urethra became as thick as a man’s thumb, and he starting croaking 
as the excruciating pain began building in his balls.  

Wanda watched the sperm carrying tubes at the top of his scrotum 
neck, and saw them swell out obscenely.  He body began to arch 
upwards again as the agony increased, and then something in his 
plumbing gave, and the pressurised semen in his balls was diverted 
into his prostate gland.  Temporally relieving the pressure, his 
body sank back onto the frame, and he began to whisper through his 
paralysed throat.

“No more, please, please.  Take off my balls, please, I can’t stand 
the pain, they’re killing me, please …. ugh.” A fresh wave of agony 
washed over him and choked off his pathetic pleading.  

Wanda grabbed his tortured testicles and squeezed viscously.  “It’s 
meant to hurt, you raping bastard,” she said through clenched 
teeth, and began twisting and pulling his swollen balls.  Looking 
up at Haley, she said “get the laser knife will you, it time to 
finish this arsehole.”

Haley plugged in the knife and switched it on.  Wanda took it, and 
placed the tip around the neck of his tight scrotum.  Pressing the 
button, the laser cut through the thin skin, immediately 
cauterising the flesh.  Without spilling a drop of blood, Wanda 
completed the circle, and then carefully pulled the sac down over 
his pulsing testicles.  Using the knife to separate the glands from 
the underlying membranes within his scrotum, she pulled the 
complete sac off, exposing the swollen off-white organs.

Haley looked at them in awe, having never seen naked testicles 
before.  She could see movement within the core of each ball, as 
semen production continued unabated.  Wanda sorted through her bag 
and took out a small surgical clamp.  The thick cords running up 
into his sweating body were separated by her skilled fingers as she 
isolated the pressurised sperm duct from left testicle. She applied 
the clamp to this tube, and they both watched as the gland began to 
expand.  The right testicle was still pouring semen into his 
prostate, which was swelling alarmingly, bulging between his legs 
behind his genitalia.

Now his breathing became a gasping screech as the pressure within 
his testicle increased.  The toughened wall of his orb was still 
allowing a little expansion, but the internal pressure continued to 
mount as the testicle produced semen at a horrendous rate.

His body once more lifted off the cross frame as the pain peaked in 
his expanding ball.  His breath held, his body started to shake as 
sweat poured from his skin.  Haley and Wanda watched as the fibrous 
wall of the testicle became shiny and taut and almost completely 
round.  Now bigger than a grapefruit, it was trembling on the ends 
of its cords as it swung gently between his thighs.

“Aaaaaaaaaaargh”, he croaked as he let his breath go explosively.  

And then the testicle exploded.

Wanda had expected the ball to split and its contents squirt 
thickly from the rupture. But it didn’t.   Amazingly, the fibrous 
outer wall of the gland, under enormous pressure, and strengthened 
by the GM modification, instead of splitting, disintegrated  
instantly, and the pressurised contents flew in all directions.  
From their faces and lab coats, globs of sperm, pink with blood and 
testicular matter, hung in festoons.  The noise it made as it burst 
sounded like dropping a heavy wet sponge into a shower tray, a sort 
of wet splat.

“Oooof,” breathed Haley, as another orgasm wracked her body.  It 
the last few minutes she had had several multiple orgasms, and 
perspiration was running down her cleavage as her body shook with 
pleasure. 

Wanda was also panting as moisture from her vagina tricked down her 
legs, and the remnants of a huge orgasm passed over her heaving 
body in great waves.

“We need to finish this,” said Wanda to Haley, as she applied 
surgical clamps to his cords to stop the bleeding.  “If his 
prostate explodes it will almost certainly kill him, and as you 
know, nobody dies in my torture chamber.”

“Okay,” said Haley, “but hang on for just a minute, I’ll relieve 
the pressure a bit on his prostate, and I need a last protein drink 
from this gorgeous cock.”

She moved round to the side of his glistening body and lifted his 
cock from his heaving chest.  Taking his swollen glans into her 
warm mouth, she carefully began to undo the thumbscrew on the 
urethra clamp.    Wiping her face down with a towel to remove the 
fragments of his testicle, Wanda watched as Haley adjusted the flow 
of semen into her mouth, swallowing greedily as the man cream 
flowed from his cock head.  She continued to drink from this fleshy 
fountain for over two minutes, and Wanda could see the size of his 
prostate slowly decreasing.  At last, Haley screwed the clamp down 
hard, cutting off the flow, and lifted her mouth away from his 
purple glans, strings of glutinous cum hanging from her lips.

“Mmmmmm!” she said, smiling, and patting her tummy, “I must have 
drunk about two pints – that was absolutely delicious!”

Wanda went to the trolley and picked up a thick barbecue skewer.  
She moved over to the bench, lit the bunsen and placed the heavy 
iron skewer into the flame.  She waited for it to glow bright red, 
and then grasped it carefully with pliers and walked back between 
the prisoner’s legs.  Haley watched with fascination as Wanda 
lifted his remaining testicle, still pulsing and twisting on its 
cords, and then held it firmly in her left hand.  As she touched 
the end of the skewer against the hard shell of the giant orb, it 
hissed with the moisture of the sweaty meat.  Then she pushed the 
skewer firmly into the huge testicle until the point emerged on the 
other side.  From within the heart of the meat, both girls could 
hear splattering and sizzling as the red-hot metal seared the very 
core of his manhood.

The man was beyond screeching.  His eyes were open wide in surprise 
and outrage as the heat cooked the very life out of his churning 
testicle, halting the semen production as it fried the spaghetti-
like filaments.  Steam and smoke caused the gland to swell, and it 
hissed from both punctures of the testicular wall.  As it cooled, 
Wanda pulled the skewer partly out so that the point was in the 
centre of the ball.  She then began twisting and turning the skewer 
in a circular motion, literally stirring the contents of his 
testicle into a slurry of liquefied and burning meat.

Wanda and Haley both had their hands between their legs, pressing 
their thighs hard together, their toes curling, as wave after wave 
of orgasmic pleasure poured through their bodies.

Pulling herself together, Wanda removed her sticky fingers from 
between her legs, and pulled out the steaming skewer.  She then 
viciously pulled the cords connecting his testicle until they were 
as tight as guitar strings, and clamped then off just below his 
penis.  Now she cut the cords below the clamp and lifted the heavy 
orb up and let it dangle in front of the prisoner’s horrified 
eyes.  He stared at his own ruined testicle, unable to comprehend 
the fact that the pain that had wracked his body for so long, had 
suddenly disappeared, and except from a dull ache in his groin, a 
strange stillness had descended upon him.

“What about his cock?” said Haley, undoing the thumbscrew on the 
clamp below his cock head, and releasing the build up of semen.  It 
poured out of his slit in a continuous glutinous stream, before 
sliding slowly off his chest and hanging in glittering festoons to 
the floor.

“What do you mean, ‘what about his cock?’” queried Wanda.

“Well,” said Haley, “are you going to let the hospital fix this 
eunuch up and then send him back to the camps with a useless 
thirteen inch cock?  Remember the damage it caused, I think we 
should cause it some damage.” 

“Absolutely,” said Wanda.  “As he’s had his balls off he is no 
longer in much pain.  But a man’s cock has relatively few pain 
sensors in the shaft in comparison to the testicles, but there are 
quite a few in the glans that we can stimulate.  And electricity is 
the best thing for that.  Whilst I set the electronics up, perhaps 
you would give his cock a good beating to tenderise the flesh.”

“You bet,” said Haley with a grin, and fetched a metal mallet from 
the rack, selecting one with a soft cowhide covering the head.  She 
rolled a small wheeled table between his legs, and bent the still 
rigid penis down until it lay upon the surface. She lifted a small 
leather strap at the end of the table and placed his cock head 
through, to prevent his shaft snapping back onto his stomach.  
Engorged with blood, even after torture, due to the chemicals 
injected into him earlier, the veined pink shaft lay exposed and 
vulnerable, still sticky with pre-cum and congealing sperm.  

Wham!  The mallet crashed down just behind the flared purple ridge 
of his glistening cock head.  His body shook and his legs became 
rigid, as the impact send new agonies into his body.  Wham, wham, 
wham.  Haley carefully judged each hit, slowly moving up his shaft 
towards his body, watching as the flesh bruised and turned bright 
pink under her onslaught of blows.  

As Wanda’s apprentice, one of the first things she had been taught 
is never to burst an erect penis.  It produces incredible amounts 
of blood which takes forever to clear up, and will normally kill a 
man before medical treatment stanches the flow.  So, whilst hitting 
his meat hard to cause the maximum bruising and pain, she watched 
carefully for any signs of internal haemorrhaging or ruptures, but 
still beating his meat like a tough steak.

By the time Wanda had pushed the electronics trolley over, his 
proud thirteen inches of penile flesh was now flushed bright red, 
the veins pulsing with blood as this flowed in to alleviate the 
bruising, and the organ was swelling beautifully.

Without removing the end of his cock from the leather restraint, 
Wanda inserted a gold electrode into the eye of his cock.  She then 
touched some gel on a small gold plate and placed it on the back of 
his glans, where the foreskin joins his cock head.  Opening a 
circular copper band, Wanda encircled his shaft right at the base 
of his penis, where it joined his body.  Then she pushed an 
electrode up his rectum so that it lay alongside his swollen and 
abused prostate.  Finally, she attached wires to all these contacts 
and also to the surgical clamps on the remains of his testicle 
cords.

“Now don’t touch him, Haley,” Wanda warned, “we don’t want you 
getting a belt.”

Wanda lifted the huge testicle she had placed on his chest and 
moved towards his head.  The prisoner watched with terrified eyes 
as she said “now buster, I don’t want you biting your tongue off, 
so I’m going to put your ball between your teeth, to give you 
something to bite on when we electrify your cock.  Do you 
understand?”

The victim nodded and reluctantly opened his mouth wide as Wanda 
set his testicle between his jaws.  Returning to the trolley, she 
threw some switches and the machine hummed into life.

His body arched up instantly and his breathing froze as hundreds of 
volts pulsed through his battered penile flesh, finding every nerve 
cell and pain receptor.  His eyes were screwed tightly shut as his 
teeth clamped down on his destroyed testicle, and grey liquid oozed 
from the holes made by the skewer.  

“I’m getting bored with this,” said Wanda with a sigh, “I don’t 
like men without testicles to torture.  I think I will override the 
controls on this box of tricks and give him the full Monty.  As the 
electricity is nowhere near his heart, he should be okay.”

With that, she switched the box to manual, and rotated the voltage 
knob to maximum.

The box began to hum loudly, and the prisoner’s body began 
convulsing as huge amounts of electricity surged through his 
penis.  His teeth penetrated the fibrous wall of his testicle and 
clamped shut, cutting the enormous gland in half.  The contacts on 
his cords and cock head began to sizzle and smoke as the power 
started heating up the very flesh of his shaft.  They both watched 
with fascination as the pink colour of his swollen penis began to 
slowly change to a dull grey, as the flesh cooked before their eyes.

Wanda switched off for a few moments to allow him spit out the 
bitten ball-meat in his mouth and to take a few breaths, and his 
sweating body crashed back onto the frame, before finally putting 
the power on full again.  Up came his body, arching painfully and 
quivering, as the meat of his penis began to sizzle and crackle, 
and then began turning black as the flesh carbonised.

The girls looked at each other, both knowing that the sight has 
caused them to orgasm simultaneously.

“There you go,” said Wanda, “two and a half pounds of overcooked 
cock!”

As she disconnected the electric leads from his heaving body, she 
said to Haley, “Phone the hospital wing, my dear, and say we have a 
client in need of a few repairs  and is ready for collection.”

And then, looking at Haley’s sweet elfin face, she concluded, “and 
after all that sperm you’ve drunk over the last twenty-four hours, 
you should have enough energy to sixty-nine with me for the rest of 
the afternoon!”

“Not half!” said Haley grinning, and licking her lips.

The End.