Haley's cockups. (Torturer's Apprentice series)

Haley makes some errors in the torture chamber.

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Haley’s Cockups.  (Torturer’s Apprentice series)


It had not been a good week for Haley, the Torturer’s Apprentice.  
She had made two major errors, and Wanda, her torturer instructor, 
had been furious with her.

Firstly, she had been watching Wanda apply the genital electro-
torture that had been designed to leave no marks on the victim.  
With insulated needles thrust through his testicles, and a further 
electrode on his sensitive cock-head, the computerised machine was 
sending pulses of electricity right into the heart of each ball.  
These ranged between 10 and 45 seconds, and the body of the 
prisoner rose up sharply each time from the cross frame, straining 
against the leather bindings, so that the only parts touching the 
frame were the back of his head and his heels.  Such was the 
excruciating pain of this treatment, the victim was unable to 
breath whilst the electricity flowed into every nerve ending in his 
genitalia. Varying gaps were left between each pulse to allow the 
prisoner to regain his breath.

Several minutes had elapsed of the ten-minute session, when Haley 
noticed a thick glistening stream of pre-cum oozing copiously from 
the eye of his cock.  His organ was rigid from the effects of drugs 
administered to achieve a massive erection and to prevent him 
fainting from the pain.  Wanda had explained that a man’s genitals 
could not tell the difference between pain and pleasure and 
produced pre-cum for either.  Wanda was adjusting the controls of 
the electronic torture box, and looked away from the victim 
momentarily.  Haley’s mouth watered as she saw the salty crystal 
clear fluid fall in thin strings onto his hairless stomach and 
without further thought, lifted his long thick penis vertically and 
closed her warm mouth over the fat flared ridge of his cock-head.  
Her hand tightened at the base of his shaft, and she pulled it up 
his length, squeezing the pre-cum in his urethra into her mouth.  

Then the electricity switched on again.

Just over 750 volts of electricity flowed upwards from his 
testicles, to the base of his penis.  Some of it flowed into 
Haley’s hand, up her arm to her mouth, and into the electrode in 
contact with his frenum.  This caused the muscles in Haley’s jaw to 
violently close her mouth, and her sharp little teeth sank into his 
shaft just below the flange, neatly nipping of his cock-head.

“Aaaagh!” screamed Haley, as she straightened up, and the head of 
his cock flew out of her mouth, and hit the astonished Wanda on her 
left breast.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Wanda shouted, delving into her bag 
for a penile clamp.  Retrieving one quickly, she placed it over his 
mutilated stump and pushed it down to the base, tightening it 
firmly to staunch the blood flow.  “There will be hell to pay for 
this.  He is supposed to be unmarked after this session.  I think 
our masters will probably notice that some silly bitch has bitten 
off the end of his cock.”

“I’m so sorry,” said Haley, tears welling in her eyes, and blood 
dripping from her lips.  “I just didn’t think ….”  And she ran, 
weeping, to the door, and left the chamber.

The second incident was also caused by Haley forgetting what she 
was doing.  Besides being a sadist, Haley admitted to being a cum-
junky.  She just loved what she called ‘man cream’ and swore blind 
that drinking semen had caused her breasts to grow from 32B to 
34E.  Not only were they huge, but they were sufficiently firm to 
thrust her large nipples at an angle towards the ceiling, without 
support from a bra.  

When they had time, Wanda was quite happy to indulge Haley’s desire 
for cock sucking and semen drinking, and allowed her to use the 
electronic milking machine that was employed to empty their victims 
testicles before electro-torture, so making them really tender and 
sensitive.  Sometimes Haley would arrive early, as soon as the 
prisoners had been delivered, washed, and then bound onto the cross 
frames.  She would then move round each of the men, connecting them 
to the device via an electrode in their rear, lying against the 
prostate, and a contact round their big toe.  The machine would 
then simulate a male orgasm with the nerve endings in the prostate, 
causing the body to ejaculate continuously.  The first minute would 
provide an orgasm of total magnificence that exceeded anything that 
the man had previously experienced.  After that, it began to hurt, 
as eventually, no more fluids could be extracted, but the body 
continued to cause the pumping muscles and contractions of the 
urethra that occur during orgasm.  After five minutes, the machine 
switched off automatically.

Haley would normally only have her mouth over each man’s cock for 
the first minute, as generally, most of the thick semen will have 
been ejaculated by then.  Two things helped to make her private 
perversion even more enjoyable.  Firstly, Wanda had an arrangement 
with the prisoner processing centre to spot young slim men with 
huge testicles, and send her a steady stream for her treatments.  
Secondly, most of the prisoners had been kept in overcrowded war 
jail camps teeming with men.  With no women or privacy, even in the 
latrines, these selected smooth young men in the prime of their 
sexual lives, arrived with testicles brimming with unspent sperm.  
Sometimes it had been weeks since they last ejaculated, and Haley 
was in her seventh heaven armed with the milking machine.  Before 
Wanda arrived for each session, Haley would ensure that every 
testicle in the torture chamber was drained dry.  She was sure that 
her slim body, huge breasts and perfect skin were the direct result 
of drinking pints of man cream every week, her main source of 
protein, amino acids and sodium.

On the morning on the next near disaster, Wanda had telephoned 
Haley and said she would be an hour late.  She said there would 
only be three prisoners for the session, she could milk them if she 
liked, and then “warm them up”, but under no circumstances was 
Haley to draw blood.  She’d see Haley at ten o’clock.

When Haley arrived at the chamber, the three men were already 
stripped, washed and bound firmly to the cross frames.  Each was 
titled to a 45 degree angle, with the legs wide open and the arms 
outstretched.  Haley looked at the flaccid penises and hanging 
testicles.  ‘Wow’ she thought, these three are prize specimens!’  
She then injected their thighs with the drug cocktail to erect 
their penises, prevent fainting and to avoid them going into shock. 

She was about to fit the first two with ball gags, when she turned 
to the third and was struck by this man’s beauty.  His face was 
almost angelic, with a pert almost feminine nose and full lips, 
framed by hair that was too long for a soldier.  She looked down 
his smooth slim body, and watched his amazingly long cock fill 
rapidly with blood, his young heart reacting to the erectile drugs 
she had administered a few minutes earlier.  It continued to 
lengthen and the glans began to swell tremendously, the flange of 
his cock head flaring out over the shaft.  Whilst it was no thicker 
than an average cock, it was the unbelievable length that caused 
her to gasp.  Cocks only come this long in fictional stories on the 
internet, she said to herself, but here she was looking at this 
fleshy shaft that lay pulsing gently over his six-pack, the longest 
penis she had ever seen in her life.

Standing by his chest, she had not spotted his huge testicles 
hanging several inches below his thighs.  As she walked down to his 
legs, her breath caught in her throat when she saw the size of his 
balls.  ‘This is silly’ she thought to herself, ‘balls don’t come 
this size – Christ they look like lemons in that sac’.   She lifted 
his scrotum and it felt heavier than a kilo bag of sugar.   

Haley moved back to his head and looked into his pleading 
aquamarine eyes, with eyelashes that any girl would die for.

“How old are you?” she asked him.

“18”

“How long is your cock?”, Haley said, glancing at his turgid organ.

“Pardon?”, he looked quizzically.

“I said how long is your cock” she repeated.

“Er, 13 inches on a good day,” he replied.

“How come at 18 you have the biggest set of genitalia I have ever 
seen, and I’ve seen hundreds?” she enquired.

“I only have to give you my name and service number,” he replied 
tartly.

Haley took his enormous right testicle in her hand, turned it round 
so that it lay heavily inside her fist, and then she squeezed the 
huge gland as hard as she could.  His body tightened and his 
stomach corded as the pain moved up into his spine, rising rapidly 
towards his head.  His breath hissed through his teeth, but he made 
no further sounds.

‘Hmm,’ thought Haley, ‘his pain threshold is high.’

She was surprised at the hardness of the testicle.  The fibrous 
wall of this lemon sized ball felt strangely rigid.  Cupping his 
ball in her hand, she placed the thumb of the other hand squarely 
in the middle and pushed viciously down.   Whilst her hands were 
delicate and tiny, she possessed amazing strength for her build.  
This time, there was a slight deformation of the testicular wall.  
Any other man’s ball would be grossly distorted with the pressure 
she was applying.

This time, he screeched loudly, and began panting rapidly.  “Ok, 
ok,” he said, “I’ll tell you”.

“Fine,” said Haley, letting go of his testicles.  She watched as 
they swung pendulously.  “I’m not asking for your enemy battle 
plans, buster.  I merely asking why you have the sort of huge 
genitalia usually described by authors with fertile but infantile 
minds in sexy stories on the internet, but all readers know is a 
load of baloney.  Yet here I am looking at the most meat I have 
ever seen on a man – there has got to be an explanation.”

“Well, it is sort of secret,” the prisoner began, but continued on 
quickly when Haley took of his mammoth testicles in each hand.  
“I’m, er, genetically modified.”

“Genetically what?”, said Haley incredulously.

“You know,” he continued, “it’s not just plants that can be 
improved by GM techniques.  My stepfather works at a secret GM 
plant, and some of us have been volunteered by our parents or 
guardians for genetic modification.”

“So you went for this?” said Haley, fondling his weighty organs, 
and rolling them round in his gossamer sac.

“They did ask me what I wanted,” the prisoner explained.  “I told 
them I wanted a cock long enough for me to suck easily, but no 
thicker, as I didn’t want to choke on it.”

“But why such enormous balls?” asked Haley.  “It must be a pain to 
walk around with that much meat in your pants.”

“Well, I’m, er,  a cum junky.”

“Join the club,” Haley replied smiling, “so am I.  And how much cum 
to you get out of these semen factories?” she continued, as she 
squished them around in her hands.

“Around half a pint a day,” he replied.

“Fuck off!” Haley retorted.  “That’s impossible, even for nads this 
size.”

“As I said,” the prisoner explained, “they have been genetically 
modified over the last two years, and if your forces had not 
attacked our GM complex and taken us all prisoner, they would have 
continued with my treatment for another eighteen months.”

“And what would have been your final dimensions?” Haley asked.

“Well, they had finished with my balls,” he replied, “but they were 
aiming for a cock length of 26 inches so that I could suck myself 
laying down.”

“Jesus, a cock over two feet long!”, Haley exclaimed.  “That would 
be a fat lot of good for screwing a girl, frighten the life out of 
them, and you could never get a cock that long hard.  All you blood 
would run into it!”

“Well, actually, I’m gay, and also a bottom,” he replied.

“So?” said Haley.

“Er, I’m the one who gets screwed,” said the prisoner, “and can you 
imagine how gorgeous it would be if the top could suck my cock at 
the same time?”

“Not exactly,” said Haley, “but I’ll take your word for it.  Now, I 
was going to connect you up to our milking machine, but I’ve 
decided to give you a blow-job first.  I hope that won’t affect the 
sensibilities of your sexual persuasion.”

“Not at all,” he replied.  “Actually, I’m desperate to cum.  But, 
er, I ought to warn you, whilst I only ejaculate in average 
squirts, instead of the normal ten second orgasm, mine lasts for 
around a minute, and I cum continuously during that time.”

“Sounds good to me,” grinned Haley, lifting his long penis into the 
upright position, and stroking the smooth spongy glans.  “My, what 
a beauty!”  

The smooth elastic skin of his rigid shaft was so young and 
faultless, it was almost translucent over the tracery of blood 
vessels, and it felt hot and heavy in her hands, as she gently 
moved the skin over the stiff core of his cock.  His urethra on the 
underside was as thick as her little finger, and it pulsed gently 
with his quickening heartbeat.   

She lowered her head and took the swollen bell-end into her warm 
mouth.  The prisoner sighed deeply, as she slowly sank down his 
shaft, deep-throating around seven inches of the rigid flesh.  
Opening her eyes, she was amazed to still see another six inches of 
veiny cock between her mouth and his groin.  As she withdrew so 
that just his cock-head remained in her mouth, she looked down this 
great column of flesh with incredulity.  She had never been so far 
away from a man and still had his cock in her mouth!

Taking a testicle in each hand, she started to slide her mouth up 
and down his cock, using her tongue to flick away at the sensitive 
areas of his frenum.  She felt his young heart forcing even more 
blood into his turgid organ as his orgasm approached, and the cords 
of his balls began to pull them up towards his body.  His breathing 
quickened, and his toes began to curl, as the first rush of semen 
travelled up his urethra.

“Urrrrgh!”, he gasped.

Haley was ready.  Her cheeks became concave as she sucked hard on 
his cock-head, savouring the salty pre-cum.  Then she felt the hot 
thick boy-cream pour onto her tongue, filling her mouth with the 
elixir of youth.  His breathing was ragged and then he held his 
breath as rope after rope of semen pumped from his cock.  Haley 
fell in with his rhythm, swallowing between copious squirts to 
avoid choking or losing a single drop.  And he went on and on, for 
over 70 seconds.  Haley mouth stayed locked on his cock, sucking 
hard and pulling her hand up his shaft, squeezing his urethra to 
extract every remnant of his delicious sperm.

At last, she pulled off his penis with a ‘pop’, licked her lips and 
said, “That was fucking amazing! Wow! Unofficially, I would like to 
thank you for that, but officially, I have to remind you that you 
are my prisoner, and my job is to soften you up a little, before 
your torturer of the day, Wanda, gets here.” 

With that, she wheeled over the electronics trolley and connected 
up the milking device.  As she pushed the rectal contact up his 
arse to lay alongside his prostate, the prisoner lifted his head.

“What are you going to do?” he asked.

“If you talk again, or make any noises, I will fit this ball-gag.” 
Haley lifted it to emphasise her point.  “What I am going to do is 
drain these huge balls completely dry.”

“But I’ve just cum,” he exclaimed.

“That’s it!” she replied, and pulled his head up as she inserted 
the ball-gag.  “I did warn you.  You might be genetically modified, 
but all men have a load left after a normal orgasm.  This little 
bit of equipment will extract every last drop and make your monster 
balls unbelievably sensitive, ready for Wanda special treatment.” 

She connected the clamp to his big toe, and turned towards the 
electronic box.  “Now”, she said aloud, but talking to herself, “if 
his normal orgasm is over a minute long, then this box of tricks is 
going to cut out before he’s dry.  Hmmm.  Perhaps I ought to switch 
off the automatic timing setting.”  With that, she clicked a knob 
to ‘manual’, and switched the machine on.   It hummed, clicked, and 
his body began to tighten as the electricity pulsing through his 
genitals began to induce a shattering and continuous orgasm.

The torture chamber door opened and Wanda’s head appeared around it.

“Haley, I need you in my workshop now,” she said.

“Ok,” replied Haley, “I won’t be a minute.”

“Now!” shouted Wanda.

“Right”, said Haley, as she moved quickly to the doorway.

They walked up the corridor and entered Wanda’s workshop.  Wanda 
poured two beers and they sat down on the benches.

“Right, listen carefully, “ said Wanda.  “I’ve got a lot to tell 
you.  Now the reason I’m late is I’ve been to a briefing meeting 
about the special prisoners we’ve got in the chamber.  Two of them 
are soldiers and the young lad works at a special GM plant that our 
boys captured last week.”

“I …” started Haley.

“Shut up and listen,” snapped Wanda.  “All three of them have been 
genetically modified.  We need to determine the nature of this 
modification, because we believe they are creating special soldiers 
to infiltrate our forces, but who will be resistant to torture if 
they are caught.  We also know that they have experimented on some 
of our people they’ve captured, and when we overran the plant, we 
found some horrendous examples of dreadful things they have 
inflicted on our soldiers.”

Wanda continued to relate the intelligence they had already 
gathered.  Men were being modified so that their testicles could 
easily withstand a hard knee between the legs, making it far easier 
to commit rape.

Haley concluded her briefing.  “So our masters have asked us to 
provide a report on any differences or tolerance levels we notice 
during our torture session.  The two soldiers are our main target, 
but I gather the young lad has been partly modified to his own 
designs and has amazing genitalia.”

 “You’re not going to believe it, Wanda,” said Haley, “and he’s 
gorgeous too.  I’ve given him a blow-job and then connected him up 
to the … oh Christ!”

“What’s the matter?” said Wanda, looking startled.

“Er, I switched the milker to manual and that’s over twenty minutes 
ago!” 

Both girls jumped up and ran down the corridor to the chamber.  The 
scene waiting for them made them both gasp.  The young man was 
staring at the ceiling, his eyes glazed and unblinking.  Over his 
stomach and chest, there was a thick white blanket of semen.  It 
dripped from his face and chin, it lay in white ropes in his hair, 
and from both sides of his body, a cascade of sperm hung in great 
festoons down to the floor, long sticky strings dripping in slow 
motion into pools on the concrete.  The eye of his cock was gaping 
open and then closing as each empty pump of his continuous orgasm 
pulsed up his shaft.  From his slit, a copious stream of colourless 
liquid oozed onto his stomach.

Wanda switched the machine off.  Haley looked into the boy’s sperm 
covered face.

“Is he dead?” she asked plaintively.

Wanda placed her hand into the thick cum on his neck and felt for a 
pulse.  

“Your lucky, Haley.  He’s alive, although he probably thinks his 
balls have been turned inside out.  You’d better get him some water 
to replace all that fluid, then clean him up.”  

Wanda’s eyes dropped down as she looked at his testicles, and they 
widened in disbelief.   Lifting them with both hands, she gave a 
low whistle as she felt their massive weight.  As they lay in the 
palms of her hand, she could feel them moving in their sac, sliding 
back and forth under the thin gossamer skin of his scrotum. They 
were the most beautiful pair of testicles she had ever seen, and 
her vagina moistened at the thought of busting them.  Her hands 
separated, carrying one ball in each, her fingers closed round them 
and she squeezed hard, the soft outer layer of his ball flesh 
squelching through her fingers.

“Uuuurgh …” exploded through his lips, as he breathed out 
violently.  His head lolled from side to side, and then he passed 
out.

“They must be pretty tender after that monster milking,” Wanda 
remarked.  “Even the drugs can’t keep him awake.  I’ll tell you 
what, though, Haley,” she continued, as she crushed his balls 
against each other, feeling their strange hardness on her 
fingertips, “when he comes round, I can’t wait to get started on 
these lovely lumps of man meat.  Right, clean him up, and I’ll 
start on the other two.”

She walked over to the next cross frame.  The young soldier on it 
was a slim dark haired youth with long legs and a flat stomach. He 
crotch was completely shaved and his fat penis was heavily veined 
with bright blood vessels.  His scrotum hung down between his 
thighs, plump and pendulous.  She took his testicles in her hands.  
They were large, heavy, and again, had they strange hardness of the 
first victim.

She squeezed them down into the bottom of his sac, so that the thin 
soft skin was shiny with tension. The walls of his balls showed an 
unusual grainy texture through the translucent skin of his 
scrotum.  She took his right testicle, and holding it between he 
fingers and thumb, pressed hard into the side of the gland.  His 
body tightened fractionally, his stomach corded, and his eyes 
showed hatred and loathing as he stared down his body at Wanda.  So 
this was genetically modified nads, she thought.  They’ve hardened 
up the shell of the organs, and reduced the pain carrying capacity 
of the nerve endings.

Slam.

Wanda’s fist crashed into his testicles, whilst she held them hard 
out from his body with her left hand.  Slam, slam, slam.  He was 
hardly flinching and still held her eyes with a steely glare of 
anger.  Wanda was losing patience.  She only achieved her orgasmic 
kicks if her victims were in excruciating pain, or terrified of 
losing their manhood’s.

“I’ve got just the thing for you,” she said, with an evil little 
smile, and went to her bag. 

She returned with a tiny battered powered medical drill, and a 
small plastic box.  From this she extracted a stainless steel rod 
the thickness of a sewing needle.  She carried it over to his head, 
and held it in front of his eyes.  

“This needle is really a masterpiece of micro-engineering,” she 
announced.  “If you look carefully at the pointed end, you will see 
it opens out into four petals when it is spun at high speed.  
Seeing as I cannot hurt your balls from the outside, I’m going to 
insert this into the heart of your testicles and whiz the contents 
to a creamy spermy liquid and then squeeze it out through your 
cock.”

His arrogant hateful stare evaporated as he looked at the shining 
implement.  Now it was replaced with fear as he realised that his 
GM treatment could only help prevent pain inflicted from the 
outside of his testicles.  He knew that the inner walls of his 
balls contained trillions of pain receptors, and his face blanched 
at the thought.

Haley had completed her clean up, and was thoughtfully licking her 
fingers as she came over to watch.  Standing by the third as yet 
untouched prisoner, she took his warm plump testicles into her 
hand, and smiled sweetly at him.

“The louder your friend screams, the harder I squeeze,” she said, 
gently squishing his hard balls around his loose scrotum.

“If he’s had the same treatment as this one, he’ll hardly feel it,” 
Wanda replied, inserting the tiny needle into the drill.  “If you 
don’t get much response, I should use those fingernails of yours on 
his cock-head.  It’s hardly likely they’ve removed sensitivity 
there, otherwise his sex life would be no fun.”

The mini-drill whirred as Wanda tried the speed control.  She then 
lifted his right testicle up hard against his thigh, and placed the 
needle point in the middle of the organ.  Without turning on the 
drill, she pushed gently and the needle sunk through the soft 
scrotal skin and began to penetrate the soft tissue surrounding his 
testicle.  Then it came up against the hard shell.  Wanda pushed 
harder, but the needle still would not move inwards.  Fearful that 
the needle would break, she moved the drill in a circular motion, 
trying to break through the tough wall.

Haley looked at the prisoner.  Although his body was taut with 
anticipation, he obviously was not in any pain at this point.  
Wanda very carefully squeezed the speed control trigger of the 
drill, so that the needle rotated slowly, without spreading the 
petal cutters.  She then pressed it against the hard wall of his 
plump organ, and the head of the needle began to move into the 
thick fibrous shell.  She could actually hear it drilling through 
the tough material, and she was amazed that genetic modification 
could create such resilient tissue in a human testicle.

Suddenly, the needle penetrated the shell, and it travelled into 
the middle of his ball.

His body, already tensioned, tightened further, and his breath left 
him with an explosive rush.

“Don’t bother with the ball gag, Haley,” Wanda said.  “I want to 
hear this arrogant bastard scream.”

With that, she positioned the needle so that it was centred inside 
his testicle, and gently began to squeeze the trigger.  The needle 
began to spin faster, and the centrifugal force started to open the 
cutting petals.  Within his testicle were miles of fine grey 
spaghetti-like fibres that continually produced millions of sperms 
a day.  Wanda pressed the trigger in fully, and as the cutters 
started to liquefy the contents, the pain began.  What started as a 
numb throbbing ache quickly became searing excruciating agony, and 
he started to scream in ever increasing volume.  

Wanda moved the drill around so that the whirring blades deep with 
his testicle found further gonad spaghetti to whip to a pulp.  As 
she held the ball in her left hand, she could feel the vibration of 
the cutting blades transmitted through the shell as more of the 
contents became a light liquid mousse.  She angled the spinning 
needle so that it brushed against the inside of his genetically 
modified ball wall, and the rasping sound as it liquidised the 
sensitive nerve endings caused him to holler in great animalistic 
bursts of sound, rending the air with his screeching.

Haley had her left hand around the rigid shaft of her victim, and 
she squeezed with such viciousness, the bell end of his cock was 
purple and taut with the blood she was restricting in her strong 
little hand.  With her right hand, her index and middle finger 
nails were raking across the sensitive skin of his swollen glans, 
leaving white lines in the purple skin, almost, but not quite 
drawing blood.  Her soldier had been watching the torments of his 
compatriot, but now the agony of millions of nerve endings as the 
soreness of his cock-head reached agonising proportions, caused him 
too to scream and ignore the destruction of his comrades balls.  
Sweat was running off his body and dripping onto the concrete floor.

Now Wanda found little resistance as she moved the spinning needle 
around inside her victim’s ball, and she released the trigger and 
withdrew the drill from his testicle. She picked up the heavy duty 
cantilever pliers from the trolley beside her, and placed the jaws 
around his liquified ball.  Using both hands on the handles, she 
squeezed them together.  At first, the strengthened walls of his 
testicle restricted even this assault, and she found that although 
his ball flattened slightly, it felt hard to distort.  Suddenly the 
jaws closed more rapidly in several little jumps.  From the end of 
his penis, a greyish liquid spurted from the eye, tinged with 
flecks of blood.  Then the plier jaws came together in a rush, and 
a great globule of whipped gonad splurged out onto his tummy.

“Ooooh,” said Haley, “I’ve just cum!”

“So have I,” grinned Wanda.

The man was beyond screaming now.  He was now breathing in great 
gasps of air, his eyes wild with agony and outrage.  His body was 
contorting and shaking in violent spasms as his flattened testicle 
began to fill with blood.  Wanda picked up a large syringe and 
selected a bottle marked “hydrochloric acid”.  She filled the 
syringe and grasped his left testicle.  Plunging the needle hard 
through the toughened wall, she injected the corrosive fluid. If he 
thought he was beyond further pain, the prisoner was wrong.  The 
acid began to burn into the spaghetti within his ball, fizzing and 
heating in the process, and causing large quantities of gas.

Both girls watched as his testicle began to swell alarmingly, and 
they could hear a gentle fizzing as the gasses were produced deep 
within his gland.  As his ball grew larger and larger, his face 
contorted into a grimace of total excruciation.  The strengthened 
walls of his testicle were causing a huge compression of gasses, 
and the shell increased until it was the size of a grapefruit.  As 
the soldier’s eyes were almost bursting out of his head in agony, 
there was a sudden cracking noise as his testicle exploded within 
his scrotum, which momentarily ballooned out as the testicular 
matter expanded rapidly into the voluminous bag.  

Both girls were panting as the sight of his testicle destroying 
itself, and it brought on violent orgasms for both of them.

Hale felt his scrotum.  It contained nothing but a soft mush.  She 
fastened a castration ring around the neck of his scrotum to avoid 
haemorrhaging, and moved over to Haley’s soldier.

His cock-head was so raw, even a light touch of their fingers 
caused incredible agony.

“Let’s finish this one off, and then we can concentrate on Mr 
Monster Balls,” said Wanda.

She brought over a small table with a flat metal top and positioned 
it under the soldier’s genitals.  She took a heavy copper mallet 
normally used for car panel beating from her bag.  One face of the 
mallet was covered in thick rawhide.  She wrapped several turns of 
a thick nylon rope around the neck of his sac, so that his 
testicles were stretched down and taut in their bag.  Using the 
leather side of the mallet, she slammed it down on the prisoner’s 
balls.  Amazingly, their strengthening just bounced the mallet 
back.  She hit even harder, with such force that any normal 
testicles would be completely flattened.  Still the mallet bounced 
back.  Raising the mallet high behind her back, she brought it down 
with such force that the scrotum split apart, and both greyish 
testicles lay exposed on the metal table.  She moved one over the 
side of the table and began to hit the other with increasingly 
violent swings.  The victim had stopped his raucous hollering now, 
and appeared to be holding his breath. The testicle began to 
distort as each blow caused it to flatten a little more.  Finally, 
it burst with a splat, and the grey contents splattered into both 
girls faces.

“Uuurgh!” the prisoner grunted, and vomit shot from his mouth and 
onto his chest.  Wanda lifted his other testicle onto the table and 
placed it on the remains of the first.  Handing the mallet to 
Haley, she said, “Smash the bastard!”. 

Haley’s delicate bone structure and feminine grace withheld the 
sadistic inner strength that occasionally came to the surface.  
Counting inside her head, she brought the mallet down on his 
remaining testicle eleven times before is too, burst with a 
gruesome splat.  She then lifted his penis and bent it over onto 
the table.  Holding it down at the base, she began hammering the 
raw and sensitive glans until the spongy cock-head flattened into a 
pulpy gloop on the table.  She looked at the prisoner.  Not only 
were his agonies beyond comprehension, but he had the desperate 
look of a man who had witnessed the destruction of his manhood.

This time Haley, learning from her instructor, took two clamps from 
Wanda’s bag.  One she fitted tightly over the shaft of the 
prisoner’s penis, tightening it firmly to staunch the bleeding, and 
the other she placed high up on the neck of his scrotum, pinching 
off the flow of fluids to his ruined testicles.

Wanda looked exhausted, and sat down at her desk.  Haley approached 
her tentatively, and with hands behind her back, head tilted, she 
smiled at her instructor and said in a small voice -

“Wanda, I have a big favour to ask.”

“Go on, Haley, said Wanda.

“I think we’ve both enjoyed this session enough,” said Haley, 
“without continuing with Monster Balls here.  Could I possibly have 
him for one night?  His sperm is such a gorgeous taste, and he 
produces so much of it, and we will never have such a beautiful 
young man with such a long cock ever again.  Please Wanda, and then 
we can destroy him together in the morning.”

“Ok, Haley,” said Wanda, “but don’t go soft on him in the morning, 
because I’m going to have one of his balls for breakfast, and 
you’re going to eat the other.  After I’ve tenderised them they 
will be delicious, and so much young meat will set us both up for 
the day!”

Haley grinned.  “Thanks Wanda, I’ll clear up here and get the 
hospital wallahs over to take the eunuchs away.  You go and lie 
down, I’ll be along shortly to satisfy your every need.”

Wanda smiled back, picked up her papers, and left the chamber.  
Haley walked over to her young longhaired favourite, and lifted his 
heavy balls into her hands.  

“Come on you gorgeous ballies.  Make lots of lovely sperm for Haley 
to suck out of you.”  She lifted his rigid penis and licked the 
swollen glans, running her tongue around the corona ridge.  

“I shall be back shortly,” she said, kissing the eye of his cock, 
and looking at his elfin face.  “If you think you had the mother of 
all orgasms earlier today on the milking machine, you haven’t spent 
a night with Haley the cum-junky!”

The end.