Testicle Research Part 66: Jill's Female Supremacy Training
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Note: All characters aged 18+. So sorry for the long wait for this one. Life has been very busy but I am BACK! I'm not leaving this story unfinished. Hopefully this chapter is worth the wait. There is still plenty more to come.
Piper
Piper and Shane were not having a good night.
Both 19 years old, they were approaching the end of their first year at university and they were still virgins.
They were hoping they would finally lose their virginity at university. Finally free from the watchful eyes of their parents, and from their known reputations at home of being the loser nerd type, university was the perfect time to start fresh and exercise their sexual freedom.
And yet, both boys found themselves missing out STILL!
Their surroundings didn't help either. Whilst they both lived in seperate dorms, they both had to suffer through the sounds of their female flat mates having sex every other night with random hookups with guys. The torment was driving them crazy.
What made it worse was that it was always the bad guys that got success. From the sidelines of parties they had, on countless occassions, seen asshole guys do the kind of behaviour that they were always told by women was creepy. Innapropriate comments about their bodies. Touching them without consent. And yet, these guys always got sex. The girls who those pricks flirted with always ended up consenting in the end, even though it really looked like they were sexually harrassing them as opposed to flirting with them.
And here were Piper and Shane. Always doing what women had told them throughout their lives. Always polite. Never pushy. Never touching them without consent. Never making any innapropriate comments. Actually taking no for an answer like a decent person. Just like the women in their lives had always told them to be. Their mothers. Their sisters. Their teachers. Even their female friends (who they had crushes on and hoped would eventually feel the same way but never did.)
And yet they were still virgins. No girl had ever wanted to have sex with them but seemed to always have sex with the type of men they were told that women didn't like. The men who WERE pushy. Who WEREN'T polite. Who DID touch them without consent. Who DID make innapropriate comments about their bodies. Who DIDN'T take no for an answer. The type of man they were always told not to be. Even their female friends seemed to have sex with the kind of men they always said girls weren't atttacted to. It was as if they were conspiring to make sure they stayed virgins out of maliciousness. It made absolutely no sense.
It just wasn't fair.
"Fucking hypocrites," Piper said aloud.
"Huh?" Said Shane, sitting opposite him on the table in the corner of the local pub.
They both needed to get out of their flats tonight. Both of their flatmates had one of their many partners over, and they couldn't bear to hear the sounds of them fucking whilst they were alone with their hands.
"Women," said Piper. "They're all hypocrites."
Shane was uncomfortable. They had both talked about this many times before. "Come on, man. I get it. I'm just as frustrated as you are, but we can't think like that. It's easy to blame others, but if we wanna get some action we need to work on ourselves and not view sex as the ultimate goal. Our social skills. Our charisma. Our confidence. We need to work on all of this. If we keep improving ourselves, we'll eventually get some action naturally without even trying. We just need to stick at it."
Piper groaned. "Sure. You tell yourself that if it makes you feel better. But I'm not stupid. The problem is them. They say they want nice guys, so we act all nice, friendly and respectful, then they only go out with arseholes. And then they wonder why we get so confused."
Piper noticed two girls with brown hair a few tables away. One was short haired, wearing a baggy long sleeved shirt with black and white stripes and black jeans. The other's hair was longer, and was wearing a really tight grey shirt, also long sleeved, and light blue jeans.
They glanced at him with a look of disdain. He didn't care. Let them hear. The bitches deserve to know.
"Man, listen to yourself." Shane argued back. "You're hyperfixating on sex to the point that you're becoming a misogynist. What you're saying isn't just wrong. It's factually untrue. Sure, some women may be hypocrites in the way you're describing, but to say that all women are like that is a massive overgeneralisation. You're talking bullshit."
"Whatever you say, bro," Piper responded bitterly.
"Look, man," said Shane with a calmer tone, "if you don't stop going down this manosphere hole, I don't think I can keep hanging out with you. I don't want to be friends with someone who has such a terrible view of women."
Piper noticed the two women with brown hair were still looking at them both with distain. They started whispering to each other. Then he turned back to Shane. "You don't want to be friends. Fine. Fuck off!"
Shane sighed as he stood up. "I'm sorry you feel that way." Then he walked off with a look of sadness.
Piper didn't watch him leave. He looked down at the table. Unable to look up. He felt tears building up in his eyes. No! Don't cry you fucking pussy! Man up!
He forced himself to look up, but Shane was already gone. He noticed that one of the brown haired women was gone too. The long haired one. The one with short hair remained and was looking directly at him with a stern expression.
He felt an intense feeling of hatred towards her. She hates me for speaking the truth about women. But he also felt a stiring in his cock. He couldn't deny that she was attractive even if he did hate her for not wanting him.
Then, to his surprise, she stood up and walked towards him. She sat down opposite him. "I heard what you said."
"I... I didn't mean it..." he said timidly. Deep down, he knew he was partly telling the truth. He didn't mean it. He was just venting about his extreme sexual frustrations with still being a virgin. He needed sex so bad. But he just wasn't getting any. He never had. But in the moment, all he could think was that maybe this girl was his chance.
"Uh huh. Sure. Name's Jill," she said. "Yours?"
"Piper."
"Piper? I thought that was a girls name?"
Piper seethed internally. "My mum wanted to be unconventional." He often wondered if the name his mother had doomed him to be a virgin forever from the very start."
"Well, you should respect a woman's wants. Speaking of... get me a drink, Piper."
It wasn't a question. It was an order. He wanted to tell her to go fuck herself and get her own drink. Instead, he did what the woman told him to do, like his mother had always taught him, leaving his own drink unattended.
When he returned to the table, he sat back down in his seat and passed Jill her drink.
"Thanks." She said as she took a sip.
She doesn't say much, does she? He thought to himself as he took a sip of his own drink.
Suddenly he felt dizzy.
Then it all went black.
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Jill
"Did we really need to get both of them?" Jessie asked.
"We did," Jill responded to her sister's dumb question as she drove the car down the highway with the two unconscious males in the boot.
"But the guy you told me to get seemed ok. He called out the other one for his misogyny and even cut off their friendship because of it," Jessie said, confused. "Seems like a good guy to me."
Jill groaned. Jessie really could be stupid at times. But she was her younger sister, and sisters needed to stick together. "Look sis, there's no such thing as a good guy. Sure, he called out his friend tonight, but he could have done that long before now. And besides, you heard what they were saying. They're both virgins. There must be a good reason why no women wants to be with either of them. And besides, since they're virgins, no one is going to miss their sex organs if we do end up removing them."
"They will," Jessie chuckled.
"Well, no one that matters," Jill shrugged.
"What if they're packing some seriously big cocks between their legs?" Jessie asked coyly. "YOU might miss them. You know how much you want a good dick in you."
Jill glared at her. "How dare you say such a thing? I would never want a disgusting penis in me. Males are inferior creatures and their penises are symbols of oppression. The only good penis is one that's removed."
"Then why is it that you've never cut off a dick before? You've only ever cut off balls. You aren't fooling me, sis," Jessie laughed. "You and I both know you love cock. You just hate men so much that you don't want to admit it to yourself."
Jill turned her attention back to the road. She hated men. They were an inferior species, and their weak genitals were the ultimate proof of that. And yet, deep down she knew...
Her sister was right.
How could she be attracted to their pathetic organs? How could she be attracted to such weakness?
Jill shook her head in frustration, forcing her desire for cock back down. She had two sets of male genitals in the back of her car, and she would be sure to take out all her sexual confusion on them when she got them strapped down.
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Piper
When he awoke, he was shrouded in darkness. He quickly figured out that something had been placed over his head. He tried to move, only to realise that his arms were bound extremely tight to the arms of a chair. He couldn't move his arms in the slightest.
"You did a good job with that one, Jessie," he heard a woman say. "You can see how much he's struggling, but there's no way he's getting out of that." He could tell it was the woman who had approached him at the pub. Jill.
"Thanks, sis," said the other voice. Jessie presumably.
Sisters, he figured out. Suddenly, he started to panic as he became fully conscious. Oh fuck! What the hell is going on? Who are these women? Why am I tied up? What are they going to do to me? He tried to ask all these questions out loud, but it came out muffled. He had been gagged. He also felt cold, and he realised that he was naked. This was either really good or really bad.
"Let's wait for the other one to wake up before we start," said Jessie.
"Fuck waiting. I want to teach these males a lesson now," Jill said with anger.
Piper heard a thud, and a male voice to his right scream out in agony.
"Well, that's one way to wake him," Jessie laughed.
"Having his balls flattened into a hard surface is how every male should wake up every day," Jill said as more male whimpers came from the man beside him.
Suddenly, the hood covering his head was taken off. As he adjusted to the light, he saw the long brown haired woman who had been sitting with Jill at the bar. He assumed this must be her sister, Jessie.
He looked to the right and saw Jill grinding her booted foot against his fellow captive's balls, still hooded, into the hard wooden chair like she was putting out a cigarrette. The man was naked and whimpering in extreme pain. Piper winced as he saw how flattened his balls had become.
Then he looked down and saw that his suspicions were confirmed. He was naked, and his own balls were vulnerable to attack. He instantly went to close his legs to protect his most important and sensitive parts from danger, as was the male instinct. But his legs were restrained also.
"No use," said Jessie. "I'm an expert at tying up boys."
Piper then looked around in panic and realised he was in a large and spacious basement.
Still grinding her boot into the testicles squashed beneath them, Jill took the hood off Piper's fellow captive. His eyes widened when he saw that it was Shane.
What the fuck is going on?
"Quit whimpering you pathetic male!" Jill shouted at Shane as he continued to whimper in agony from his balls being continuously grinded into the hard chair beneath. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head up to look directly in his eyes. "I said be quiet!" She growled.
Shane instantly silenced himself.
"Better," she said as she let go of his head.
Both 19 year old virgins looked at the two women. Both looked to be about the same age. Mid to late 20s.
"Now," Jill began as she stopped grinding her foot but kept it firmly placed on Shane's balls, keeping them crushed flat, "you're probably wondering why you're both here."
Both boys nodded.
"Well," Jill continued, "me and my sister here are female supremacists. We both recognise that us women are superior to you pathetic male creatures and our goal is to spread the word. To make sure you males know your place."
"By messing around with your fun bits," Jessie added playfully.
"Yes," Jill said in a serious tone. "Those bits between your legs are what make you inferior. So sensitive to pain that us woman will never feel. So easily removed. They symbolise how fragile your masculinity truly is."
"And they're just so fun to play with," Jessie added.
"Stop interrupting my monologue!" Jill yelled in frustration as she lifted her foot up from Shane's balls briefly only to stomp down on them with merciless force, making him scream.
"Hehe," Jessie laughed, "you're funny when you're annoyed."
Jill grinded her foot into his balls again. "I love you little sister, but you can be so infuriating sometimes," she said as she took out her frustration on the balls beneath her foot.
"I try," Jessie smiled.
Jill rolled her eyes as she finally removed her foot from Shane's balls. "Anyway, we're going to be educating one of you in the inferiority of your sex by torturing your testicles."
Both Piper and Shane's eyes lit up in pure terror, but also confusion. Why only one of us?
"If you're wondering why we're only educating one of you... well... we've done this a lot. Many times over the years. And we've figured out that males are much more susceptible to our education when we can show them that we are deadly serious about the consequences of failing before the education begins. You see, the punishment for failing..." she paused, "is castration," she finished bluntly.
Both Piper and Shane started whimpering in terror. They began struggling desperately against their restraints to escape. No! Piper thought. I can't lose my balls. Not before I have sex!
Jessie giggled at their reactions. "Awww, they always look so cute when we tell them. Look at them, terrified of losing their sex lives."
"Losing them before they even begin," Jill added with a light but emotionless chuckle.
As Jill was speaking, Jessie took out a bottle from a drawer and placed it between the two chairs. Then, gleefully, she explained. "We're going to spin this bottle. Whichever one of you the top end points towards will be castrated, to prove to the other that we are serious about our threat that we will castrate you if you fail our female supremacy test."
As both boys shook their heads desperately, Jessie spun the bottle without any hesitation.
They both stopped shaking. Their eyes glued to the bottle. Hoping to God it didn't land on them. With every fibre of their being.
Their balls...
Their sex lives..
Were completely at the nonexistent mercy of chance.
30 seconds passed...
It felt like hours...
Until the bottle stopped spinning...
And pointed...
outwards at neither at them.
The bottle wasn't even slightly facing one over the other. It was straight outwards, pointing directly at Jessie.
"Well, we can't exactly cut off MY balls!" Jessie laughed. "I'm blessed to not have my entire sexual functioning dependent on external organs that are so easily removed. Good thing I'm a woman."
"No obvious winner," Jill said without emotion. "Go again."
Once again without any hesitation, Jessie spun the bottle.
The false hope the boys felt as it stopped was quickly replaced with panic again.
Until it finally stopped again. Pointing at...
Shane.
"NONONONONONO!" Shane wailed through the gag.
Jill prepared a scalpel and approached him.
Jessie stood next to him. "Any last words as a man?" She asked playfully as she removed his gag.
"PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS! DIDN'T YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID TO HIM AT THE PUB?" he nodded towards Piper. "HE'S THE MISOGYNIST! NOT ME!"
Piper couldn't be mad at him for trying to have him castrated instead of suffering the same fate himself. After all, he would have done the same thing if he was in his position. A man's balls are the most important thing to him. Without them, his sex life was rendered non-existent. One of lifes greatest pleasures stripped away from them forever as everyone else around them could still have it. The prospect of living life without balls was absolutely horrifying.
Jessie looked at her older sister. "He does have a point," she said.
Jill responded coldly as she took hold of Shane's balls and stretched them away from his body as far as possible. "It makes no matter. He is male. Therefore, he deserves to be punished."
Then she began to cut.
Shane screamed in agony and despair at what was happening to him. His sex life ending forever before it even began.
Jessie shrugged nonchalantly. "Sorry dude. I tried to help you out, but my sister is such a meanie."
Jill said nothing. Fully concentrated on her task.
Piper looked on in utter horror as his best friend for years was losing his testicles at the hands of these psychopathic women. Describing Jill as a "meanie" was the biggest understatement he had ever heard. This woman was straight up evil. She was the devil incarnate. Cutting a man's balls off is the cruelest thing anyone can ever do to a man, and yet she was doing it so casually like it was no big deal despite knowing that it IS a big deal for men.
And, tied firmly to the chair, there was nothing he could do to stop it.
After about a minute, shane's balls were no longer attached to his body. Instead, they were in Jill's bare hands.
Shane was hyperventilating as he looked at his disconnected balls. His new reality as a eunuch sinking in.
Jessie leaned down and said into his ear. "Bye bye sex. Bye bye masturbarion. Bye bye orgasms." She broke into a cute giggle.
Jill scoffed as Shane started crying. "It's not like male sexual pleasure is important. He'll learn to live without it. Maybe. Not our concern."
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Jill
Jill turned away from the crying eunuch, her sister still taunting him directly into his ear like she always did, and made her way to the bathroom. She dropped the severed testicles, along with the scrotum that contained them, into the toilet and promptly flushed them without a second glance.
"Awwww," Jessie cooed into his ear, "hear that? That's your balls going away forever."
"Nooooooooo....." Shane cried. "Why?"
"Because we can," Jill answered. "And why shouldn't we? I know you males are attached to those things but really your testicles aren't important at all. They are to be used or discarded at a woman's whims."
Shane just cried.
"Now, time to clean this up." Jill had learned a few tricks from Nicole to make sure a freshly castrated eunuch wouldn't bleed to death. So she got to work putting them to use. Without any anaesthetic, of course.
Jessie whispered taunting words into his ear the entire time, giggling gleefully.
Piper had watched the whole thing in shock and disbelief... and terror.
He knew he could be next.
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Piper
After Jill has stitched up what remained of Shane's scrotum, and he had passed out into blissful unconsciousness, the two evil women turned their attention to him.
"Now you know we mean business," Jill said coldly.
"I wanna hear how scared he is," Jessie added as she took the gag off.
"Please!" He instantly started begging. "I'll do anything! Please! Just don't castrate me!"
Jessie burst out laughing. "Oh, it never gets old."
"Enough begging, you filthy misogynist, and listen," Jill said sternly. "If you want to leave this place with your oh so precious testicles intact, you will need to pass our test."
"What... what do I need to do?" He asked, fearfully.
"It's actually quite simple. Although, you males are so pathetic that not a single one of you have passed this training yet. This is all about learning your place as a male. Knowing that you are beneath us and should let us women do whatever we want without question. All you have to is not question or undermine female authority in any way as we torture your testicles. That means no begging for us to stop. No begging for mercy. No asking for us to go easy on you. Nothing like that. Instead, you have to praise us. Compliment us on what a good job we're doing. Thank us for our service in re-educating you. Show your support for women's freedom and we will show mercy and let you keep your testicles. Starting from this very instant!"
How the hell am I supposed to do that? He was about to ask. But then he quickly realised that would be questioning them, which would make them cut off his balls.
Still... he wrestled with the question in his head. They were going to torture the most sensitive parts of his body, parts that they themselves have no personal understanding of just how painful a simple flick is, let alone whatever tortures they had planned. They had no comprehension of just how bad testicular pain could be.
What they were asking of him was to go against male instinct. To NOT defend his balls from pain. To THANK them for torturing him. He had no idea how he was going to do this, but if he wanted to leave with his balls intact, and hopefully lose his virginity one day, he had no choice but to try.
"Understood?" Jill asked.
Piper nodded.
"Good. Jessie, warm him up whilst I get my needles ready."
"Needles?" Piper asked, terrified.
"Is that a problem?" Asked Jill.
He had to not question them. He had to agree with them. "No. Not at all."
"Good. Because it shouldn't be. You need to realise that us women are never wrong. We are always correct. And, thus, we can do whatever we want to your testicles."
She turned away as Jessie grabbed his balls, one in each hand, and squeezed with all her might.
The pain in his balls as she crushed them in her delicate hands was excrutiating. "Please!" He let out instinctively.
"Please what?" Jessie giggled.
He knew he couldn't beg her to stop if he wanted to keep his balls. Worse. He had to praise them and agree with them. "Please... keep... squeezing."
"Oh, good," Jessie said with delight as she kept the pressure. "Most guys tell me to stop squeezing their balls which is so mean of them. I love squeezing balls. They're just so squishy. It would be wrong to not let me have my fun, wouldn't it?"
"Yes... yes it would..."
"I want to squeeze harder. You don't mind, do you?"
"No! I mean, no I don't mind. Not at all."
"Aww, thanks cutie." She said playfully as she squeezed down on his delicate organs with even more force, making him yelp and cry out in pain as she giggled alongside him.
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Jill
Jill ignored the screams of pain from the male behind her as she prepared her needles. These were the smallest needles she had ever designed. They were tiny. Some were just slightly shorter than the size of a swollen testicle lengthwise, and some were the same but widthwise. The needles themselves were incredibly thin.
"Are they swollen enough yet?" Jill asked.
"I think so," said Jessie as she turned to her, still squeezing the male's testicles, jabbing her fingers in deep to distort the helpless nutmeat in her grasp without mercy, "but I wanna keep squeezing 'em for a bit just to be sure." She winked. "Give me 5 or 10 minutes."
"Very well," said Jill. "I know how much you love your ball squeezing."
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20 minutes later, Jessie finally let go of the male's balls. "Okay, I'm pretty sure they're swollen enough now." Jessie said smugly.
Indeed they were. Jill ignored the pathetic crying male as she admired the work her sister had done on his male organs. They were much larger now. Perfect for her needles.
Both girls pulled up a stool and sat down beside him, with Jill sitting directly in front of his open legs which, judging by his instinctive attempts at moving them, he very obviously wanted to close to protect the extremely sensitive organs she was blessed not to be born with. Jessie sat slightly to her left, still within touching distance of their latest student in female supremacy. Between them they had placed a small table with the needles placed neetly down, and a scalpel.
The male's eyes were filled with fear as he looked down at the instruments of testicular torture that he knew were about to be used on his own testicles. A tear went down his cheek.
It was a look that Jill knew well, both in her lab at the Testicular Research Facility and her own female supremecy lessons outside of work. She had seen it in so many males now she had lost count. The fear that males showed when they knew their testicles were about to be tortured by her were so... unique. It was a fear that she had never seen in any other context. And it was clearly the most extreme fear any male can feel. Except, maybe, the fear of imminent castration. Which she had also seen many times.
She took hold of her scalpel and, without any hesitation, cut his scrotum open.
The male screamed in utter terror and hyperventilated as his scrotum was cut open wide, exposing his naked testicles to the open air.
She gave him no time to process the trauma. She took hold of one of her sharp needles and held it up to his eyes. "I'm going to insert this into one of your testicles now. That's ok with you, right?"
He trembled in terror, but nodded.
"Say it," Jill said. "Tell me out loud. Tell me you want me to stab you in the balls with these needles because it's what you deserve for being male. Or else..." she glanced towards the eunuch in the chair next to him.
He panicked. "Yes. Please. Stab my balls with your needles." He started sobbing.
"Why?" She demanded.
"Because I deserve it for being male."
"That's right." She then placed the sharp tip of the needle against the side of his swollen left testicle, but very close to the front of it's mass, and pushed it in.
It pierced the outer wall of his testicle. The male let out a sharp inhale. His entire body began trembling, his thighs especially were trembling rapidly. All of which was a sign of his intense male agony. "You deserve this, don't you?" She asked as she pushed the needle further through his testicle, piercing each and every internal nerve ending along the way that was never meant to be touched directly.
"Yessssss...." he whined in agreement in a very high pitch.
Jill grinned.
Eventually, the needle came out the other side of the front of his left testicle. He let out another sharp inhale before breaking into rapid breathing, so overwhelming was the pain.
Jessie reached forward and flicked his impaled testicle.
The male screamed in agony as Jessie broke into a laugh.
"Be careful, Jessie," Jill scolded her. "That needle is sharp. You could have hurt your finger."
"Sorry, sis," Jessie laughed. "I couldn't resist."
"I'm serious. I've accidently cut my fingers a few times on my needles and it's no joke. I've designed them to be as painful as possible. It hurts like hell."
"Relax, I'm fine," Jessie insisted.
Jill rolled her eyes as she got the next needle ready.
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Over the next few minutes, Jill inserted 3 more needles into his extremely sensitive male organ, making a neat little square at the front of his left testicle, all whilst she made him thank her, between his screams, again and again for torturing his genitals.
"Ooooo, very artistic," Jessie beamed. "I never knew you were the artsy type, sis."
"It's not art," Jill groaned. "This has a practical purpose. See the outer layer of his testicle meat within the square I've made?"
"Yeah?"
"That's called the pain button."
Piper looked terrified upon hearing this, but Jessie was confused. "I thought a man's balls were already his pain buttons."
Jill chuckled. "They are, but this is even more painful. Watch this."
She then took hold of his exposed left testicle, the touch already agonising, and began just gently pushing her thumb against the ball meat within the square she had made with her needles.
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Piper
Piper thought he had already felt the worst testicular pain that a man could possibly suffer.
He was proven wrong as soon as Jill began pressing her thumb into what she called the "pain button" she had created on his left ball.
The ball meat within the square pulled away from the needles she has inserted into it, but only so far. The needles were holding his ball meat firm. In effect, the ball meat within the square were being pulled in two different directions at once. An unstoppable force (Jill's thumb) met an immovable object (Jill's needles). Worse, the needles' effects had hypersensitised all the testicle nerves within the square, making the pressue from her thumb even worse.
The pain of the squeeze, mixed with the pulling sensations of his ball meat within the square of needles...
Was the absolute worst agony of his entire life. He couldn't hold back.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHGHHHHH!"
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Jill
Jill chuckled as Jessie covered her ears, her thumb still pushing into Piper's pain button. "Loud, huh?"
"So noisy," Jessie whined.
"But look how much it's hurting him."
"Oh, that's definately the worst scream of ball pain I've ever heard."
"And the best part? The placement of the needles means no matter how hard you sink your thumb into the pain button, his balls will never pop."
"Wow, cool. Can I give it a try? You know I love squeezing balls. Gimme, gimme, gimme!"
"Go ahead," Jill let go of his pain button, but his scream only slightly lowered in pitch as the pain evidently remained, only for Jessie to take hold of it instead and squeeze down much more forcefully than she had, eliciting an even louder inhuman sounding scream from the male.
"Wow, this is so great," Jessie beamed with glee as she pushed her thumb in harder. "This pain button really makes ball squeezing even more fun. I didn't think that was possible."
Jill smiled. "I'm always looking for ways to make you happier, my dear sister."
"Much appreciated, Jill. You're the best sister ever." Jessie said with affection as she began twisting her thumb into his pain button, making guttural uneven screams come out of the male's mouth.
He was seemingly incapable of forming words, the pain was so immense. Good. Males should only speak when a woman permits it, Jill thought.
Jill left Jessie to her ball squeezing for a few moments, not wanting to spoil her sister's fun. After a good 5 minutes had passed, she held up a needle to her sister. "You wanna do the other one?" She asked.
"Hell yeah," said Jessie with excitement as she finally stopped squeezing his pain button.
Jill looked down at the male hyperventilating in testicular agony in the chair with a frown. "Aren't you forgetting to say something to my sister?"
The male looked between her, her sister, and the unconscious and castrated male in the chair next to him. He looked back at Jessie. "Thank you."
"He's really saying all the right things," said Jessie. "He might be the first male to pass the test and actually leave with his balls intact."
"We'll see," Jill growled, not sure if she was happy or sad at the prospect as she looked at his huge dick.
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Piper
Piper was still whining in extreme testicular agony as he saw Jill pass a needle to her sister. Immense fear at the further extreme testicular pain that he was about to go through gripped him. Please, God! No more!
"Make any pattern you want," said Jill. "As long as the needles are close together, it will create a pain button."
"Thanks, sis," Jessie beamed.
Jill smiled, before looking at him and scowling. "And if I hear anything out of you except thanks for our kind efforts for educating you as she puts these needles in your male parts, it's snip snip for you. I don't even wanna hear screams of pain. Just thanks. Got it?"
Piper immediately cut off his whimpering of pain. I can't lose my balls. Don't let all this pain be for nothing. I need to remain strong. I need to obey them. I need to keep my balls. He nodded.
"Good," Jill said, satisfied before turning to her sister. "Begin."
Jessie smiled as she took hold of his right ball, the pain of her touch against his naked and exposed ball already agony. He braced himself for the needle.
She pushed it into the front of his nutmeat at a diagonal angle.
He lurched in agony, almost letting out a scream before he corrected himself. "THANK YOU! THANK YOU!"
"He really is learning," Jessie giggled.
Jill continued to scowl at him as Jessie pushed the needle in further. "The male needs to learn that as a male he SHOULD experience testicle pain. It's why he has testicles in the first place. So us women can remind him of his place beneath us. The superior sex."
"Damn right sister," Jessie agreed.
"Do you agree, male?" Jill asked him.
"YES! I AGREE! WOMEN ARE SUPERIOR. US MEN ARE BENEATH YOU! OUR BALLS ARE MEANT TO BE HURT!"
"Very good," Jill nodded as she looked down at his genitals. Through his pain, he didn't realise that she was admiring his cock instead of her sister's handiwork on his right ball.
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Jill
I need to stop, Jill thought to herself as she continued to eye his cock. I shouldn't desire such a... male thing. But fuck... to feel that inside me... No! She snapped herself out of it and grabbed his left ball and brutally squeezed the pain button she had made to release her frustration at herself on his most painful part.
"THAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNKKKKKK YOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU!!!!!" The male screamed.
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Jill spent so long venting her sexual confusion on the pain button on his left testicle that she hadn't realised her sister had finished making one on his right testicle.
"Um....sis... I could use some feedback here."
Jill let go of his left ball and looked at the other one, ignoring his whimpering.
She saw that Jessie had only placed 2 needles in the outer layer of his testicular wall, but in the shape of an X. "Very good work," Jill admired as she turned to the male, still angry that she wanted to get fucked but a huge cock. "You have permission to scream now. I want to hear you scream."
She then took hold of the end of each needle in his right ball and began twisting and shaking them. Brutally pulling and tugging the extremely high nerve endings in his outer testicular wall as she worked through her sexual frustration.
He screamed.
He screamed A LOT.
Behind her, Jessie was laughing and cheering her on.
But Jill was fully focussed on inflicting the uniquely male pain on the male organ beneath her as she rubbed the two needles impaled in his ball meat together. To remind herself that she was a woman with strong genitals, and shouldn't be attracted to a man with weak ones. Ones so easily hurt. Ones so sensitive to pain. Males were pathetic, and their testicles were proof of that. No matter how good their dicks were.
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He ran out of breath.
He couldn't scream any longer.
This satisfied Jill as, after 10 minutes of merciless testicle torture, she let go of the needles and stood up.
"Damn sis," Jessie laughed. "You went, like, so unhinged there, lol."
"Whatever," said Jill as she looked down at the male.
Tears ran down his face as she grabbed his head and looked directly at him. "We're not done yet." She let go and turned to her sister. "We're gonna move him to another chair. With the state his balls are in, it should be easy. No way is he running away like that."
"Why?" Jill asked, confused.
"Because I have something in mind and I don't wanna cut off anything prematurely."
Jessie laughed, as Jill walked behind the male so he couldn't see what she was doing.
In the corner of the basement was a Bentwood chair with a seat made out of cane. She pulled out a knife and began cutting out the bottom of the seat.