As anyone who has been keeping up with the news recently knows, there has been an alarming number of people's houses being broken into. Rather than taking money or valuables however, this thief steals something far more precious. 

After making yourself a drink before bed, you leave the room momentarily. When you return you find the drink tastes a little different than usual, but you don't question it. The last thing you remember is feeling overcome with exhaustion and collapsing onto your bed.

You come to as a small hand taps your face, and strokes your cheek as she says her first words to you.

"Hey there, sleepyhead. You should really be more careful about leaving your drinks unattended, even at home."

She is wearing a full black bodysuit, and although it's dark outside and she's wearing a ski mask, you can't bring yourself to break sight with her piercing blue eyes. After a few seconds you attempt to bolt upright, but quickly realise your arms and legs are tied to your bed posts. Your not going anywhere.

"Who... Who the fuck are you? How did you get in my house?" You say, frantically trying to wriggle out of your bonds.

She touches a finger to your lips and shushes you.

"Easy now, none of that matters. Just lay back and let me do what I came here to do, and it'll all be okay..."

Her voice is sweet and soothing, and for a second you un-tense your body and settle down. As soon as she starts pulling your pants down however, you resume your struggle.

"What the fuck, no, stop! Help, helllpppp!" You shout, as the news reports flood your brain and you realise who this mystery woman must be.

No one responds however, and you can tell from how the corners of her eyes scrunch up, she's smiling.

"No one has ever escaped before I finished, do you really think you'll be the first? I choose my victims carefully, there's no one around to hear you."

You let out a whimper as you can tell she isn't lying.

You suck air through your teeth as she softly plucks up your naked balls, one in each hand. She rolls them around in her palms and sighs wistfully.

She briefly pulls the bottom of her mask up, revealing her mouth, and leans down between your legs. She sloppily kisses each nut lovingly, before pulling the mask back down. Even still, you doubt you could pick her out of a police lineup. 

"People in the media have got me all wrong, you know? They say I must be some sort of man hater, taking out my resentment for males through their balls. That couldn't be further from the truth, though. I love men, and I love balls... I just show my affection in quite a unique way..."

As she finishes her monologue, she buries her thumbs deep into the hearts of your balls. She alternates from pressure from her thumbs and fingers, and digging her nails into your sack. You struggle continuously and clench your jaw while groaning, a small part of you just wishing she would get it over with quickly.

But she doesn't. She takes her sweet time, and after what feels like an eternity of her slowly dismantling your balls with her hands, you see the first rays of sun peeking through your window. After a full night of testicular torture, it feels like the insides of your nuts are jelly, encased by a useless shell. Even if she freed you now, you know you could never father children.

You stopped fighting some time ago, weak from the pain, and just slumped back onto your bed as she did her work. 

Her voice is raspy and hoarse, it's clear she get's off on this, and she says;

"Hey there... it's time for the big finale, you don't wanna miss it..."

You really wish you had passed out by now, but the spreading out of time meant you stayed on the edge of consciousness. Every little squish and crunch, you felt it.

The girl pulls your balls taught at the bottom of your sack, and her breath shakes. She pushes all ten of her small fingers as far as they'll go into your balls, and they burst spectacularly. You feel the shell disintegrate between her fingers and the mush that was once your most prized possessions comes spilling out, filling your sack. 

She rips her mask off and stuffs her face into your pouch of jelly, but your eyes have glazed over and you don't even process what she looks like. Her moans are muffled as she stuffs your sack against her face, taking in it's smell and faint taste. You have never seen any girl cum this hard or for this long.

A short while later she gets up, dons her mask and gives you a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for this, genuinely. You don't know how good you made me feel... though I'm sorry for your loss" She giggles a little at the end and unties your arms before slinking out of your room and house silently.

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You become another name on a list of dozens, and the police have no leads. You speak to the media, anonymously of course, about the injustice in it all, but the female newsreader is numb to the stories of guys losing their balls at this point. She glosses over the pain you felt as if it was insignificant, and glamorizes the 'vigilante, feminist icon who is pulling men down to her level by their balls'.

You regret ever contacting the station.