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 A