Quality Control, Chapter 5: The Break Room

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Olivia walked quickly down the hall to the break room, doing her best to get there as fast as possible without making it obvious to any passing coworkers that her pussy was burning hot and drenched. She’d held out from masturbating the entire day so far, but she was only human, and watching and feeling so many manhoods disintegrate in front of her had left her absurdly horny.

From the knowing smirks the other ladies gave her as she passed, she was doing a poor job disguising her libido. But nobody made fun of or harassed her, and she even passed another young intern rushing past her in the same direction, obviously in a similar state, and a few women coming the opposite direction, still radiant with afterglow. She supposed anyone working at the company responsible for most castrations in the world likely had similar kinks to hers. She repeated that, over and over, even as her cheeks blushed and another woman gave her unprompted recommendations for the toy library in the break room.

She finally made it. She closed the door behind her and made to lock it, but there didn’t seem to be a latch.

“This is just the lobby, dear. There are five smaller rooms for you to choose from. If you insist upon some privacy.”

Olivia gasped at the familiar domineering lilt coming from the seat in the corner. Zennia sat, legs spread wide apart, slowly fucking herself with one of the higher end toys Olivia had been dreaming about. The older woman seemed completely unabashed at her nudity, hitching her leg up high to get a better angle to abuse herself by. Her eyelids fluttered, her composure momentarily broken as she apparently hit an especially satisfying part of herself.

“Oh. Um. I’m so sorry! I can come back later. I have more tests —”

“Nonsense, dear. There’s three rooms still open for you.” She grimaced as she pulled the entirety of the reasonably wide, but shockingly long toy out of herself.

“I do apologize. I know it’s your first day, and I didn’t mean to overwhelm you. I’m rather unused to holding myself back, as it were, but just because I’m the CEO doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice your break time for me. Just choose a room and head on back. There will be a full toy library, a bed, and a shower for when you’re done. Don’t worry about cleaning up if you squirt everywhere.”

“I…thanks. Yeah, it’s just been a lot all at once.”

“It is, I’m sure. I completely understand.” Zennia slid the thing back inside of herself, another subtle eyelid twitch the only indication she felt it at all. She apparently considered the conversation done.

But Olivia didn’t head to a room. She was rooted in place, a thought she’d never anticipated taking hold of her.

She needed to leave. She was horny, and she was straight (more or less), and she needed privacy. She definitely couldn’t say what she was thinking of saying. But her feet refused to obey. She just stayed in place, watching her great-great-great-great-grandboss please herself, her pussy lips surprisingly tight and well-kept against the invading toy she plunged into, then pulled out of herself, going slow at first, then faster and faster, her clit growing stiff and then quivering as she fucked herself faster, until finally…

The intern couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Would you like help, Ms. O’Darrigan? I mean, Zennia?”

The red-haired titan of industry regarded her laconically. Olivia instantly regretted everything.

“Never mind! I’ll just head on back and —”

“Please, dear. I was hoping you’d ask.”

Olivia’s heart was beating a million miles a minute, and she could feel her cheeks catching fire.

“There’s no pressure, you understand. Your performance has nothing to do with your…any kind of encounter between us. I want to make that perfectly clear.”

Zennia’s tone turned almost down-to-earth for a second. “I’d hate for anyone to think I’m abusing my female employees.”

“You’re not! You’re just…you’re so beautiful, and powerful, and I keep watching you and…I just want to…be part of that, I guess. Um. Sorry, it’s…”

“I understand. I remember back when I thought I was straight. It’s intoxicating. You can say no at any time; consent is extremely important to me, um…” She squinted, as if momentarily unsure of the intern’s name. “...Olivia. Olivia, right?”

“Okay! Okay. How do I…help?”

“Just get down between my legs for now, honey. I’d like to fuck myself a bit before before moving on to you, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh yeah. Of…of course!”

“But we’ll go slow. Let’s chat a little. I’d like to get to know you more.”

“And…me you!” Olivia cringed at herself, and Zennia chuckled.

“You’re adorable, dear. Of course. What do you want to know?”

Olivia stared straight into Zennia’s pussy lips. They were trimmed but not shaved, fiery red fur covering her womanhood. Olivia tried to control herself, and consulted the mental list of questions to ask Zennia she’d been compiling since grade school.

“...How did you start your business?”

Zennia put her hand on the top of Olivia’s head, playing with her straight black hair. The girl was staring adoringly at her pussy and almost drooling. Zennia couldn’t believe Olivia had thought she was straight, but she certainly wasn’t getting involved in a young subordinate’s sexual journey.

Well. Not any more than she was about to be. She smiled into the girl’s thirsty brown eyes.

“I’ve read all the interviews I could find, and that unauthorized biography that came out a couple years ago…but no. You’ve always been so secretive.”

She shuddered at the mention of that fucking book. “Ah. Yes. My ex-husband. A horrid, brief affair back when I’d thought I was straight. Still, the proceeds from our divorce did provide the seed money for our big expansion. But that’s not quite the start — let me back up a bit.” Zennia slowly slid her toy back into herself, angling it carefully against her g-spot. She twitched and gasped a bit, pussy juice spraying over the cute face between her legs. Olivia blushed even deeper.

“AAAAH.”

“Oh! Did you…”

“No, dear. Don’t worry, I’m far from finished. You’ll know when I cum. Anyway, I actually started in college.”

“Whoa. That long ago?”

“...I’m not that old.”

“Ah! Sorry…”

“...Alright, it was about 20 years, I suppose. And it started as a joke, more than anything. One of my friends had been cheated on. Yet again. This guy was a real piece of work, and we’d all wanted her to break up with him. She was in a really bad place, and to cheer her up, I joked about neutering him for her.”

“To my surprise, she jumped at the chance. I’d fantasized about castration an enormous amount at that time, of course — but I’d never actually planned on doing it in real life. There were some…very early mailing lists, with some stories. Very extreme things, over the top really, but that was where my love of neutering men lived, and stayed. I told her I was joking, I wouldn’t actually do it…but then she offered me money. A lot of money, in fact. She was a trust fund kid.”

“When I finally realized how serious she was, I figured she was going to find someone to take his nuts, even if it wasn’t me. At that point, what harm did taking the job do? I knew I wanted to get into business, and I knew business was going to be a cutthroat world. I figured I needed to get used to doing unsavoury things for money.”

“How’d…how’d you do it?” Olivia was trembling. Zennia saw her fingers start to inch towards her waist.

“Feel free to play with yourself, dear, but if we’re doing this, I’d really prefer if you didn’t cum before I did.”

“Of course! Of course not!” Her hands jumped away.

This girl was so anxious. It was adorable.

“No need to stop completely, though.” Olivia’s hands crept back beneath her skirt.

“Anyway, it wasn’t as interesting as you might think. I did know a fair amount about how to break them, which parts are more sensitive, which parts are more important for testicular survival, and whatnot. I’d done an…extensive amount of amateur research, in my free time. The internet wasn’t what it was today, but I spent a number of days checking out medical books, reading ultrafeminist literature, scouring message boards. Any specific details about testicular destruction sent me into a frenzy at the time…and frankly, I’d learned my way around a pair of nuts.”

“But in the end, I went with the safest, most painless way. I was quick. Too quick, to be honest, but I was scared and didn’t know how easy it would be; if I had, I would’ve taken my time. And I was very careful. He barely felt a thing,” Zennia said, disappointedly.

“He was asleep in her room. I’d picked up an elastrator from a farm supply store, and I snuck in and banded his nuts. He didn’t even wake up. They turned black after a while, and I snuck back in and sliced them off with the sharpest knife in the house. The whole thing took about five minutes of work and a few boring hours of waiting.”

“He slept through that?”

Zennia chuckled. “Definitely not when I clipped him. But he was pretty woozy, and I made it out of there before he saw my face. He was sort of…wailing in terror and confusion, I supposed. A fairly normal reaction to waking up to a missing ballsack. He might’ve even been pulsing. You know about extinction pulses?”

“Yes. Definitely. I’ve seen it a ton today,” Olivia drooled.

“Right. On my way out, I saw his cock grow rock hard and kind of…twitch, and dribble out some precum. It’s a very strange sight to see when a guy doesn’t even have a scrotum anymore. Anyway, he was so distracted, he didn’t even see who I was. Thank God.”

“I’d expected to hear about it on the news the next day, but nothing came up. Weeks went by, and it seemed like…it had never happened at all, almost. Besides the extra few grand in cash I now had, and the very specific memories I revisited every night. I spent some of that money on a very discreet bronzesmith, and…” She moved her head to display her lumpy earrings. “The first pair of Nevermores were born.”

“Wow.”

“My friend told her friend about it, apparently, and word got around. At first I was mad she spilled my secret, and was terribly worried I’d get in some sort of legal trouble. But I guess her ex didn’t want everyone finding out that he was a eunuch. And the girls only spread the word to other girls, and none of them seemed to particularly care. Some thought it was really funny, actually. And a few…a few wanted some similar services. I quoted the similarly unbelievable price, and apparently none of the women considered it the slightest barrier to purchasing my services. I began to map out a business plan.”

“Word spread quickly. I got three requests in the first month, eight in my second, and fifteen in my third. I started applying my business school education. Prices got standardized. I offered different levels of service, and as I got more and more confident in my neutering capabilities, I expanded my offerings. Specific methods. Tools, powered or otherwise. How long it would last. How awake he’d be throughout it. Requests for penectomies, nullifications, partial castrations — ‘halfstrations’, as they call them — and even occasionally just some simple light testicular torture...although those paid so little they were a low priority for me. Plus, they just weren’t as fun.” She smiled and spread her legs apart as she grew wetter. Olivia stared at her pussy hungrily.

“The money grew too much to keep in a shoebox. I incorporated. I couldn’t keep fielding requests myself while planning out my predations, so I hired an administrative assistant to field client calls. Business grew like wildfire. Christmas and Valentine’s seasons were especially busy. I hired a full-time accountant.”

“AHHHH. Why?” Zennia truly couldn’t tell if the girl was more turned on by castration or her business acumen. She was an odd specimen.

“They’re perfect times for boys to disappoint their partners. They’ll break up right before just to avoid giving a gift, you know. I gave those girls a way to take the gift they were owed without waiting for their man to do his job.”

“We scaled up. We hit $100,000 in average recurring monthly revenue, although it was quite hard to predict business ahead of time. So we opened up a kind of subscription insurance program to flatten and stabilize revenue — girls could pay a monthly fee under a long-term contract for a certain number of castrations, rather than pay a high fee each time. Nothing written down, of course. This wasn’t exactly legal. Our terms of incorporation labeled us as a ‘nonprofit art collective’, for tax reasons.”

“Wouldn’t…wouldn’t that payment structure encourage customers to — ahhh — commission more castrations? Since they’re paying for them anyway…”

“Indeed it did. It stabilized our revenue, but our profit per broken testicle plummeted. We made up for that in volume. I couldn’t handle all the sterilizations myself anymore. There was a fairly wide radius around where I lived where effectively every disappointing man had lost his balls, at this point. We had to expand out of county, then out of state, to keep our customer base going. I franchised. All under the table, still, but effectively that’s what it was. Held group conferences where I’d instruct other women on our method, how the business ran, standardized rates per act of torture, and how they’d structure payments back to me. I had a brand. I needed a brand name.”

“And…that’s the start of OverEasy?”

“Exactly. A tiny startup, fully bootstrapped and profitable from day one. We had a huge first-mover advantage; there was effectively no meaningful competition in the testicular destruction sector. Anyway, we’d already moved into an office and become a bit more legit when I went through my divorce. My husband was extravagantly wealthy, and deeply in love with me. He thought I owned a real estate conglomerate. I’d convinced him it’d be an amicable parting, nothing acrimonious, no lawyers or judge or alimony. It ensured he’d be especially unprepared when we went to court.”

“I got everything. Absolutely everything. His house, his bank accounts, 85% of all present and future income. Even his inheritance from relatives he still had alive. My lawyers were very good.”

“Did you…Did you take his balls too?”

Zennia barked a laugh. “Our prenup wasn’t aggressive enough, unfortunately. Castration clauses weren’t even legal yet. I’ve had to lobby quite aggressively to get Congress to legalize those.”

“Oh,” said Olivia, disappointed.

“Don’t worry. He didn’t keep his balls.”

“Oh gooood,” said Olivia, her face flushing again as she rubbed herself faster. Zennia looked down at her, making full eye contact while she slowly slid her toy inside of herself. She bottomed out at last, and lifted a twitching leg up as she enjoyed the height of her pleasure. Still not quite an orgasm, but…much closer. She stopped, edging herself just a bit before going too far, then continued her story.

“It was after I got everything from him. He’d come to me, begging. Not even trying to reverse anything. Just begging me to talk to him, explain what happened. Explain what had changed.”

“What…had happened?” Olivia whispered breathily.

Zennia shrugged. “I was working late nights. Experimenting with products. Experimenting with test subjects. And after work…experimenting with some willing and very eager employees. It turns out a company dedicated to female supremacy tends to attract queer women. And I realized who I was. I’d been pretending to enjoy myself during my lovemaking with him, and sex with them felt so right.”

“I never told him any of this, of course. I just didn’t see the point. It was over, and that was that. I still didn’t explain, even while he was begging me. I slid my hand into his pants and got his testicles in my grasp, just like I’d done to hundreds of men before. I don’t think he even noticed, he was so distraught. Then…”

She made two popping sounds, miming two explosions with her hands.

“It didn’t take long. I was very experienced, despite how little fieldwork I was doing anymore. Got my thumbs right into the back of them and just pushed through the shells in a few seconds. They popped, and I finished breaking them up enough so the doctors couldn’t repair them while he was still screaming. He passed out, I sat on his face for a minute for a quick orgasm, and drove off. That was the last I ever saw of him.”

“I suppose he had to write the book later in some kind of attempt to make enough money to cover rent. I get most of the profits from it, of course, but I still would’ve rather it hadn’t gotten out. He got so many details wrong. He was not a particularly intelligent man, and I was not particularly honest with him about my business.”

Olivia’s gaze was glassy-eyed. Zennia saw her clenching her fist, as if she was desperately holding herself back. The poor girl was right on the edge as well, but keeping herself off of her climax quite obediently. She smiled.

“Here. Let me show you something special.” She keyed her special PIN into the dildo vending machine before her. The glass vending machine full of sex toys sank into the wall and slid away. The metal sliding wall shifted, sinking backwards until it offset from the outer wall by a few inches and spun away with a mechanical clank. Olivia’s eyes went wide, finally sliding away from Zennia’s pussy.

“What is that?”

“Some special executive privileges. We’re low on quality control subjects, so we can’t exactly let every employee do this…especially not interns, I’m afraid. Given how enthusiastic you young women can be on your breaks, we’d run out of intact testicles by the end of the week.”

The wall stopped moving and settled in place. Now, where the vending machine had been was a smooth metal wall with two panels on it. One, a soundproof glass panel at roughly head height, showed the face of the toy behind. He looked…dismayed. Or rather, terrified. He was shaking his head back and forth, trying to say something behind the thick glass. Zennia ignored him and pressed the button to open the lower metal shutter at waist height. The panel slid aside and his relevant bits flopped out. Nine thick inches draped over his shorn-smooth, low-hanging brown scrotum. Each testicle was a little bigger than her fist.

It was well-formed, Zennia supposed, for a manhood. If she’d been straight, she might’ve appreciated it. As it was, she just idly paged through the ways she could destroy it. The drawer beneath him had her standard array of tools: awls, biopsy guns, elastrators, hooks, knives, lasers for both cutting and cauterization, and the whole set of OverEasy kitchen gadgets, from corkscrews to grapefruit knives. She reached out and caressed the pair. Their considerable heft rolled around and drew up beneath her touch, his ballsack shrivelling hard and wrinkly around its occupants. Olivia looked up from beneath, the shadow of his cock and balls looming over her.

“What do you think?”

“It’s amazing! You can just summon an intact guy at a whim?”

“Ah. Yes. It’s definitely one of the best parts of being the CEO. But I meant, what do you think of this particular specimen?”

“He’s…I mean, he’s incredible.” Olivia’s gaze was glued to the prodigious manmeat above her. “Maybe it’s the angle, but he’s thick and long, and his nuts are huge. He’s beautiful.” She flushed, and looked forward into Zennia’s dripping pussy again.

“What are you going to do to him?”

“I think…” Zennia paged through the endless ways she could torture him.

“I think I’ll be staying simple today, actually. I’ve seen enough balls zapped, melted, sliced open, flattened and twisted and folded in half. But I miss my roots. I’ll just be squeezing this one, I think.” She wrapped both hands around his left testicle and pulled it down a bit.

“And if you’d like to start…” She said huskily, pulling the dildo out of herself at last. Looking down at Olivia, she wrapped one leg around the back of the Asian girl’s head and pulled her forward between her thighs. She got the hint and pressed her face the rest of the way in, her warm tongue probing Zennia’s pussy. She was timid at first, but she still felt better than the dildo. Zennia leaned back and let out an appreciative moan.

Then she began pressing her fingers into his nutflesh. Kneading softly at first, she relished the feeling of his sensitive nut deforming in her hand as she rolled her fingers slowly, but firmly, across their surface. She looked up into the man’s eyes. They were wide and bloodshot, and he was shaking his head in protest. But the soundproof glass did its job. She pulled Olivia deeper into her cunt with her leg. The girl moaned, and Zennia felt her twitch.

“I hope you’re still holding off, dear. I’d prefer if you waited to cum until I did.”

Olivia nodded her head frantically, causing her tongue to slip up and over Zennia’s clitoris. She gasped, squeezing harder as she spasmed with pleasure. She could feel the delicate tangle of tubules responsible for his manhood shift and rearrange beneath her fingers. She wondered what that felt like for him. From the look on his face, it wasn’t fun. She pressed in harder, now inching her way towards the back of his prodigious nutmeat, working her fingers deeper into the tangle of his epididymis. His eyes started to roll back into his head; he would pass out soon. She was pressing too hard. So out of practice.

Annoyed, she let go of his nut with one hand and tapped at the control panel nearby. The full array of pharmaceutical options scrolled across the screen, and she selected a full dose of Keepimup. Hesitating for a second, she added on the FeelMax sensation maximizers they’d just gotten FDA approval for. The machine let out a soft pneumatic hiss as it injected him with the meds.

Olivia’s muffled moans between her legs sounded vaguely questioning.

“They’re just some simple enhancements for today’s toy. Between the two, he won’t be able to pass out, and his sense of touch and pain should be around ten times higher than normal.”

He was circumcised, albeit loosely, with his frenulum disgustingly intact. She dragged a single finger down the sensitive ridge of flesh. The slab of flesh sprang to life, curved slightly up and twitching immediately from the tiny sensation. Another touch to his glans brought precum streaming out. She made a mental note to redirect him to one of the ShaftScrubber tests to have those bits of pleasure ablated away once she was done with his balls.

Pulling away from the least interesting part of male anatomy, she grabbed hold of the actual fun bits again.

Then she squeezed again, one fat chunk of a testicle in each hand.

The man was visibly shrieking now. A thump echoed out from the glass panel. He was banging his head against it now, as hard as he could. Probably trying to knock himself out. She was squeezing quite hard, well past the point to cause enormous pain in an unmedicated man. With the drugs, he’d be feeling sensations far past normal human limits, and he wouldn’t be allowed the mercy of unconsciousness. She wondered how sane he’d be when she was finished. She wriggled her fingers around, driving them deeper and deeper. The thumping grew louder and more erratic.

Between her legs, Olivia was working away diligently, learning the rhythm of Zennia’s pleasure, the younger woman’s tongue slipping deep inside her pussy and upwards into her clit over and over. Something squicked beneath her thumbs. The glass window rattled for a second as the pitch of his screams reached its resonant frequency. She shifted both hands over to his slightly fatter left testicle, imagining the billions of potential children wriggling around beneath her thumbs. So many hopes and dreams, all tied up in these two disgusting organs. Olivia brought her almost to her edge.

“I wonder who you were,” she mused softly to the musky handful. “I wonder what you wanted with your life. Sex? Love? Children? A wife? Maybe you’re not even straight. Maybe you’re gay too. It’ll be easier if you are. You’ll just be a bottom for life. Even if you’re straight…straight boys have prostates too, you know,” She looked at the twitching, leaky member pointed straight out at her.

“I definitely think you were straight. I think you were a stud. A prize, for women your age. You probably got tricked into signing because you were so used to pretty girls drooling over you. I bet you were cocky. You certainly won’t be when we’re finished testing with you.”

She winced as she pressed as hard as she could now, her fingers sinking deep into the back of his nut. She could feel his life-giving tubules shredding away, the soft crunching beneath her fingertips telling of the permanent damage she was doing. He’d given up slamming his head against the glass. Now his head just lolled backwards, and he stared pathetically through the thick glass at her as she continued crunching and grinding, inflicting levels of pain beyond a man’s natural limits.

Olivia’s tongue hit her g-spot, and Zennia couldn’t hold back anymore. With her hands, she pushed into his ball, full force, not holding anything back. With her legs, she pulled Olivia into herself as deep as she could.

CRUUUNCH

The testicle gave way, splitting in half. The tender innards that had stuffed it erupted out beneath her fingers, spilling into his scrotum. And Zennia came like a hurricane. Bucking and shrieking, she pressed her cunt mindlessly into the eager mouth attached to it, juice sheeting over Olivia’s face. In front of her, her toy’s cock leaked a constant stream of precum that had grown dangerously opaque. The manhood was preparing to erupt mindlessly in an orgasm that would be as pleasurable for him as it was painful.

She couldn’t have that. Struggling to maintain lucidity as another wave of pleasure burst through her, she hastily opened and pawed through the drawer beneath. She got the PrickPlug out just in time.

It was a simple tool, with a tapered blunt end. At its widest, it would be enough to plug his cock up right at the base. Gripping the handle firmly, she slammed it into his dick as fast as she could, not bothering with any of the usual lubrication. She felt it lock in place as its lip hooked around the base of his urethra from the inside. His cock twitched angrily in front of her, its curve painfully straightened by the rod jammed down it, twitching like it was trying its absolute hardest to force the contents of his shattered testicle out past the invasive plug. But the PrickPlug did its job. Beneath her fingers, she could feel what would’ve been a satisfying, if very painful, extinction pulse literally reverse, the massive wad of cum flowing back into his ballsack out of his dick through the tattered cords that had tethered the ruptured testicle to his body.

It was a very satisfying feeling. Zennia came, again. Between her legs, Olivia was making sounds like she was being waterboarded, but she did her best to keep licking. Zennia grabbed the back of her head with one hand appreciatively and gently pulled her back. The girl was still straining forward, trying to touch her tongue to the clit she’d been furiously engaged with, and Zennia laughed.

“You did good, girl.”

“Miss, can I…” She was staring up at the plugged cock and lopsided scrotum above her, still drooling. Her hands were full beneath her skirt.

“Of course, dear. Cum for me. Show me what —”

Olivia cut her off as she shrieked in pleasure. It had taken her only a few seconds of frantic rubbing to reach her climax. The girl must have been on edge for a while.

“OH GOD THANK YOUUU THANK YOU MISS ZENNIA!!”

“-you look like when you cum. Yes, that’ll do very well, Olivia.”

“Aaah. Gah. Ough. Sorry.” The girl was blushing, still vibrating slightly through the aftershocks of her orgasm..

“For what? Enjoying yourself a bit? This is OverEasy, sweetheart. You never have to apologize for that.” His plugged cock twitched, the thinnest line of white starting to ooze past its plug. Zennia grimaced.

“You’ll want to move out of the way now, though. This is going to be messy.” The intern obeyed, and Zennia slowly started dragging the rod out of his dick.

It was a tight fit, and she could feel the stiff lip catching on the inside of his urethra, scraping and bruising the sensitive flesh as she dragged it out. The FeelMax should still be doing its job at this point, so those little scrapes would feel like razor gashes. Zennia couldn’t imagine what that must feel like. A small aftershock of pleasure jolted through her, and she wrenched the plastic rod back and forth in his decreasingly erect cock as she slowly pulled it free.

Finally, her plug popped free. His flaccid cock twitched, then began his ruined orgasm. Nearly a cup of semen splurted out, dripping sadly out of his pink cocktip with none of the force a pleasurable orgasm would’ve had. It just spattered wetly onto the linoleum beneath, his completely limp cock hanging straight down.

“Wow.” Olivia watched in wonder. Zennia caressed his intact right testicle.

“We’ll let the girls in testing have the other one. I’m quite finished, for now. You did excellent, young lady.”

“Thank you, Zennia. Um…is it okay if I take my break now?”

Zennia laughed. “Of course. I’d offer to reciprocate, but alas…duty calls. I’ve still got to finish these merger negotiations. Well, it’s basically a wholesale acquisition at this point.”

“Oh! You’re about to start those?”

“Started about an hour ago. I just took a break to build up some leverage, but I should head back up to meet those men before the elastrator finishes doing its job.” Olivia’s eyes went wide, and Zennia grinned.

“Our check-in process for male visitors is a little different than for women. We confiscate all recording and communication devices, do a very thorough cavity search, and, yes, we elastrate them. It’s routine. It’s not to castrate them, necessarily. If they leave within three or four hours we clip it off and there’s no permanent damage. I just want to discourage men from sticking around for too long. They’re so irritating.”

“And…you did it for the other company owners?”

“Of course. They’re male visitors, after all. A tight band choking off the oxygen to a man’s testicles is one of the most effective power moves in business. They’re upstairs right now, very eagerly awaiting my return to the negotiating table. But if I wait too long…”

“Ah! Their balls would die, and you’d lose your leverage.”

“Exactly. So have fun in there for me. I owe you one.”

“Oh! You don’t owe me anything, Ms. Zennia! I mean, Zennia! I’m just grateful for the opportunity to learn.”

Zennia ruffled the young woman’s hair. “If you insist.”

She’d love to show the young woman how an experienced lesbian ate cunt, almost as much as she would’ve loved to dismantle the remaining healthy gonad dangling before her. But business needed tending, and she needed to be off. Zennia tapped the button to send the subject off to his next test, with his crippled manhood wobbling before him.

The wall he was trapped in rotated beneath the outer one and he slid away from her, a millisecond after Zennia realized her mistake. She’d forgotten to tuck his remaining genitals back into his compartment and close the shutter. The sliding wall got jammed as it tried to move past the outer one, his cock and balls jutting out from the gap between the two.

“Ah. Oops.”

“What happened?”

“I made a mistake there. Well then. I suppose we may as well watch the fireworks.” Negotiations could wait a few more minutes, probably.

Olivia leaned back between Zennia’s legs, the back of her head comforting against Zennia’s cooling pussy. The intern spread her legs and started playing with herself again, and both women watched as the moving wall tried to do its damnedest to transport him out of the room.

The wall continued trying to move itself. The man’s face was no longer visible, his glass window several inches gone, but his bits were still stuck outside. The wall’s motor ground, harder and harder, and his scrotum shrinkwrapped around its one solid occupant and its popped brother as the mechanism mindlessly tried to force his genitals through the tiny gap. Zennia could see the separate chunks of his broken ball outlined through his scrotum, some disappearing suddenly as they were pressed harder and harder. His right ball was still a healthy sphere, but the skin around it was pulled taut, paper-white with the total loss of blood and growing shinier and tauter by the second.

There was a wet pop as the pressure became too much, and the surface of his intact gonad split wetly beneath the scrotum tautly encasing it, then split again. The motor squealed with effort as the wall suddenly shifted a quarter inch, then another, then another, each time another little bubble of precious nutmeat disappearing with a squick. With one final groaning shift, the machine finally forced his scrotum through the gap, the remains of his testicles liquifying softly beneath the screech of machinery.

His cock was sticking out too, pinched painfully flat between the two stainless steel panels. It was growing stiffer as more blood was forced into a smaller space, and Soon, only its head was visible, swollen and purple and quiveringly hard. Suddenly it twitched and sent a high-pressure jet of cum nearly fifteen feet away. Another mechanical clank shifted him again, flattening his penis even more, rendering more of his remaining testicular tissue into a second high-pressure stream of semen, then a third. Zennia just watched calmly, drinking in the sight of his manhood getting juiced directly out of his shattered testicles one agonizing spurt at a time.

At last, she heard the faintest echoes of his screaming coming from him. He’d managed to get loud enough to make it through the glass. Then the machine finally finished unjamming itself, and he slid out of sight. Zennia could hear the wet squelching as his genitals were smeared against the wall in front of him as he painfully transported to whatever quality control test he had scheduled.

The techs there would see that he was unsuitable and discharge him annoyedly (sans payment, of course, since the break room didn’t count as a product test for him). The rest of his day, and life, would likely be ruined.

Zennia sighed contentedly as her body started to heat up. Olivia whimpered between her legs. But the intern stood up, shaking slightly, and staggered off towards one of the private rooms.

“Olivia, aren’t you forgetting something?” Zennia waggled the forgotten toy coyly at her. Olivia blushed and snatched it out of her hand.

“Um. Miss Zennia. One more thing I wanted to talk to you about. I know you’re busy, I don’t want to keep you, I just…” She was babbling anxiously again.

“Spit it out, dear.”

“The Comprehensive Batch Tests. They can be…a lot more efficient.”

The CEO raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“I was doing some math. I spent nearly 15% of my time waiting for the rails to load another batch of test subjects for me to sterilize. And I had to walk up and down the rows each batch time, which used even more time. If we loaded them one at a time continuously, instead of in batches, I could just stay in one place and continuously test products on their testicles as they came to me. It could speed up production significantly. Assuming a rate of product error consistent with what I saw, profit margins would be increased by…”

Zennia burst out laughing. The intern blushed and went silent.

“Honey. You were face-deep in my pussy, and you were calculating…business efficiency metrics?!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I’m just an intern. I’m sure you know better. I…”

“No, no. Please.” She was still laughing. Zennia couldn’t believe this girl.

Hell, she was probably right. Zennia had been considering the same thing, she just hadn’t sat down and crunched the numbers. They’d need to ramp up subject recruitment even more, but that was always the most fun part of the business.

At some point, OverEasy had transformed from just a business to an opportunity for her to rupture as many testicles as possible. Even at the start, it hadn’t truly been about money; she’d wanted to take that douchebag out of the gene pool. Olivia clearly had the mindset of a model OverEasy employee.

“God, you were a good hire,” Zennia purred. She towered over her, holding her close. Zennia smacked her tight little ass, and the shorter girl squealed.

“Have fun in there. Make sure to clean up when you’re done. And have a CBT refactoring report in my inbox by Monday of next week.”

Olivia nodded eagerly, then scampered off to the room to abuse herself.