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Episode III: Eireen mocks the fop
Even though she had just been forced to endure a corrupt cop groping and kissing her—and had lost her tank top in the process—Eireen was in an unusually good mood.
Not only had she meted out a punishment fitting his actions, but had also acquired a few new toys that would significantly facilitate her plans to make men regret their masculinity.
Forcing him to undress at gunpoint had given her such a rush of power that she had nearly climaxed. But smashing his balls with the butt of his own service weapon had been even better!
She had actually experienced a little orgasm as his testicles turned into a soft, mushy pulp.
The women of this city could rest assured that this cop would never try such a thing again—not least because she had disarmed him in more ways than one.
And then this Louis showed up. A strange guy.
He recoiled immediately when he realized what she had just done to another man—yet somehow, it actually turned him on!
Eireen didn't even have to point the gun at him to make him do what she wanted—and in a way, that had aroused her, too.
Anyway, Louis was clearly a pervert who got off on being bossed around by dominant women and probably jerked off to torture porn.
There are all kinds of men, she thought, and they’re all disgusting.
His wallet didn't contain much cash, but she took it anyway before dumping Louis’s clothes in the nearest dumpster.
Then it was time to try out her new baton and Taser as welcome aids for close encounters with men and their testicles.
She strolled through a bustling pedestrian zone, leaving behind a trail of men who suddenly shrieked in pain in high-pitched voices, having no idea who—or what—had just struck or fried their precious sperm factories.
It gave her such joy to be the cause of men's pain and misery that she almost forgot her own menstrual cramps.
As soon as Eireen spotted a park, she headed for a kiosk to buy a bottle of water and walked straight into the park to take her medicine in peace.
It didn’t take long for her to find a bench along a path screened on both sides by dense thickets and undergrowth.
There, she washed down her pills with water and allowed herself a brief rest.
In that quiet moment, she wondered if the random men whose testicles she had just hurt had actually deserved it. As individuals, perhaps not—but in general, without a doubt. After all, that was exactly what testicles were for.
No man was without guilt when it came to the female sex, and a male-dominated world was to blame for the fact that there was no better remedy for her menstrual cramps than those pills with their ghastly side effects.
If men were affected too, they would have found a cure centuries ago—of that, Eireen was certain. Or at least, it would be socially acceptable everywhere for women to call in sick during their periods.
As she weathered another wave of cramps, Eireen heard the yapping of a dog approaching her.
When she looked up, she saw an elaborately groomed white poodle rounding the bend. The leather leash attached to the dog's collar led to the hand of a man walking close behind the poodle.
Eireen almost giggled when she saw him. The man seemed like a figure from a bygone era. He was tall and slender—almost gaunt. With grey hair and a meticulously groomed mustache featuring waxed, curled tips, he appeared to be around fifty.
He wore a beige-green tweed suit with a bow tie, a matching bowler hat, and even carried a cane made of Malacca reed. He could easily have stepped right out of a Sherlock Holmes film adaptation.
He had also not forgotten to complement his outfit with a pocket watch on a chain and a monocle.
The dog tugged at its leash, trying to reach Eireen and sniff her boot, but the man held it back and even jabbed his cane into its side.
"Don't sniff the lassy, Harold!" the man ordered his dog. He had an accent that sounded affected.
Turning to Eireen, he gave a slight nod, tipped his hat, and simply said, "Madam."
Eireen returned the nod. But as the man tried to walk past her, she tripped him, and he promptly fell flat on his face.
The poodle barked and spun in circles, no longer under the control of the man, who had let go of the leash.
The man rolled onto his back and looked up at Eireen, who had risen from the bench and was gazing down at him with a mocking smile. His expression was a mix of confusion and anger.
"What is the meaning of this, madam? Explain yourself!" Eireen stepped closer to the man on the ground. Her stride was forceful, causing the man to instinctively recoil.
"I don't like the way you treat your dog," she said. "Besides, I have my period, and I don't like men—unless they squeal for me."
The man stared at her, looking even more bewildered than before. Eireen seized the moment of his hesitation; she lifted her foot and drove her heel straight into his crotch. The man cried out, but the cry soon turned into a whimper and a squeal as she began to grind his testicles beneath her heel. He turned deathly pale and broke out in a sweat.
"Please, stop!" he whimpered, his voice trembling.
But Eireen didn't stop.
Instead, she asked, "What’s your name, my dear?"
"Ugh... ah... my name is Adam—Adam McFarley!" he screamed.
"Adam, what?" Eireen giggled. "A pretty name for a boy. But with a name like that, shouldn't you be naked? I think you ought to be naked."
Eireen pulled the weapon from the pocket of her leather jacket and aimed it at Adam's face; he stared at her in horror.
"Strip, Adam! Live up to your name!"
Eireen removed her foot from his crotch, and to her delight, Adam immediately began fumbling with his clothes to comply with her instruction.
Although he was in a hurry, he dared not stand up, as she had not given him permission to do so. His fear was too great for him to do anything that hadn't been explicitly ordered.
Less than two minutes later, Adam lay completely naked in the dirt before her. He was as gaunt as Eireen had expected; even his ribs and hipbones were clearly visible. His scrotum was brightly red, and his testicles were swollen from the sudden attack.
Given his slender build, they appeared even larger by comparison, and his flaccid penis, resting against his lower abdomen, seemed just as long and thin as the man himself.
Eireen studied him as if he were an interesting insect.
"I have to say, Adam," she finally said, "that’s the strangest cock I’ve ever seen! I wonder what it looks like when it’s hard. Be a dear and get it up for me."
Adam stared at her in disbelief. "I... I can't. You just battered my bollocks!"
"Oh, come on, don't be such a baby!" Eireen teased. "I’ve treated men and their nuggets much rougher than that, and they still managed to get a hard-on. I’m sure you can do it too—so start stroking! Or do you need a little encouragement?"
As she said this, Eireen reached for the zipper of her jacket, revealing her huge, beautiful breasts.
Adam’s breath caught as he looked up at those magnificent curves of female anatomy hovering in the air above him. His gaze was transfixed by her areolas, and even without any touch, his penis was already beginning to stir.
"Do you like my big ladies?" Eireen cooed. "I can see your cock likes them!"
"They... they're amazing!" Adam stammered, raising his right hand. But Eireen slapped his fingers.
"No! No! Bad boy! You're only allowed to touch yourself! Get to it—your cock is waiting!"
Adam sat up and began stroking his penis, which soon reached full hardnes. It was about seven inches long—maybe seven and a half, Eireen estimated.
It was hard to tell, since it curved to the left like a banana.
However, its girth was unusually slender for such a length. Eireen recalled what her grandmother—a woman with a loose tongue and just as few moral inhibitions as herself—had said about thin cocks: they might look funny, but they were useless in bed. In her opinion, girth mattered more than length. Adam’s movements grew increasingly frantic.
Eireen realized he was about to climax unless she stopped it; so she thrust her foot forward sharply and drove the toe of her boot straight into Adam's testicles.
It landed with a wet smack. Adam’s eyes bulged and he doubled over, letting out a pitiful mix of gurgling and groaning sounds. His hands instantly shot down to shield his testicles.
"Who said you could come?" Eireen chided. "I just wanted a closer look at your cock. It’s ridiculous—just a long, crooked noodle, far too thin to give pleasure to any girl."
Instead of answering, Adam merely whimpered.
Eireen looked down with contempt at the naked man kneeling before her, the weapon still aimed at his head.
"It’s probably best to put that cock out of commission for good," she added. "Remove your hands so I can kick you in the balls again until your cock stops working" she ordered.
But Adam shook his head, tears streaming down his face.
"I said: hands off!" Eireen roared, delivering a resounding slap across his face.
Adam’s hands instinctively flew up to the new source of pain, leaving his crotch exposed; Eireen immediately launched another attack—first kicking his testicles, then stomping on his now-limp penis and pinning its head between her boot and the gravel.
Adam screamed in shock and pain.
"Ow! My bollocks! My peeny!"
The poodle, still lingering nearby, howled as if imitating its master.
"Oh, poor boy, did you get hurt?" Eireen mocked his misery. "But that’s what you get, Adam, for being so naughty. You really are a very naughty boy, and I think I ought to punish you exactly as was customary in the era you’ve dressed up for. Do you know what that means?"
Adam shook his head again and tried to pull his penis out from under her boot.
"Well, then I suppose I’ll have to show you! Crawl over to your dog and get me the leash and the collar!” She lifted her boot off his penis, and Adam actually crawled over on all fours to unfasten the requested items from the poodle’s neck.
Eireen couldn’t help but giggle girlishly as she saw the man’s limp penis and scrotum dangling beneath his buttocks. It looked simply too comical.
When he returned to Eireen, he held the items out to her like an offering to a goddess; his gaze was once again fixed on her naked breasts, which loomed above his face.
“Good,” said Eireen, “now put on the dog collar—but not around your neck. I want you to fasten it around your genitals.”
Shock and disbelief were reflected in Adam’s face once more, yet he obeyed the command; he shifted slightly to make room, wrapped the collar around his penis and scrotum, and finally pulled it as tight as possible. The very last hole was just enough to fasten the collar around his manhood.
"Get up now and kneel on the seat of this bench," she told him. "And feed the leash through the slats of the backrest to the other side."
Adam did as ordered, guiding the leash through the slats with one hand while reaching over the backrest with the other to pull it through.
"Hold the leash tight with both hands now," she commanded as she walked around the bench. Adam held out the end of the leash to her once they were facing each other again.
Eireen slipped her gun into her jacket pocket, but before Adam could react or seize the opportunity, she had already grabbed his hands and was binding his wrists tightly together with the dog leash.
In the process, she yanked so hard at Adam’s genitals that he sucked in his breath with a hiss of pain. Eireen grabbed the man by the chin and lifted his face.
"You know, I think your mustache is actually pretty ridiculous," she mocked. "I think I’ll just get rid of it."
"No! Please, don't!" Adam protested. "It took me years to get it looking like that!"
Eireen’s eyes lit up. "Really? Thanks for pointing that out! Now it’ll give me even more pleasure to destroy your silly token of masculinity!"
"No! Please, have mercy! Haven't I suffered enough?" he pleaded.
Eireen simply laughed. "You have no idea. But first, I need to keep you quiet for a bit."
She reached into her handbag, pulled out the duct tape, tore off a strip, and taped Adam’s mouth shut—taking care to leave his elaborately styled mustache uncovered.
Next, she took out her mini grooming kit and used nail scissors to snip off the curled tips of his mustache. Finally, she held her lady shaver and a tube of shaving gel right in front of Adam’s wide, staring eyes. Without further ado, she applied gel to the remains of the once-proud mustache and ran the shaver over it until the area between his mouth and nose was completely smooth and hair-free.
"Much better," she said with satisfaction as she wiped away the leftover gel with a tissue. "But now, on to your actual punishment!"
Eireen vanished from Adam’s field of vision.
Not knowing what she had in mind, he had no choice but to brace himself for what was to come. One thing he knew for certain: it would hurt both his body and his ego.
Suddenly, a whistling sound rang out, followed by a sharp smack and a stinging pain across his bared buttocks.
"First stroke!" Eireen called out gleefully.
Adam tried to turn his head to catch a glimpse of her. There stood Eireen, holding his own Malacca cane raised high above her head.
"That’s right!" she said. "Naughty boys need a proper spanking on their bare bottoms!"
And then, she unleashed a veritable hail of blows upon his buttocks.
Adam’s entire body shuddered, and he wept silently as blow after blow struck his backside; each one left a bright red welt, some of which would turn into scars he would carry for the rest of his life.
Finally, when Adam’s backside had turned into a single, glowing-red hemisphere and Eireen was slowly running out of breath, she paused.
“Well,” she said, surveying her handiwork, “that looks pretty good! But you’ve got other balls that could use a spanking, too!”
Adam froze. Was she really talking about his testicles? No! Surely she couldn’t be that cruel—could she?
Eireen walked around the bench again to free his wrists with one hand, pressing the gun against his forehead with the other.
"But first, I need to get you into a more convenient position. Don't even think about trying anything—I promise you'll survive this, even if you might not be the same man you were before. Off the bench, now."
Adam obeyed and sank to the ground, where he huddled into a miserable heap. He kept his buttocks raised, as any contact with his skin caused pain.
Eireen stepped up to him, reached beneath his buttocks, and briefly probed his testicles before pulling the leash out from under him.
"Thanks for making it so easy for me," she said, planting a tender kiss on his right buttock, at which he whimpered softly.
While holding him by the leash on his penis and testicles she let her gaze sweep over the surroundings until she spotted a branch that hung at the right height and looked sturdy enough.
"Come along, Adam," Eireen said, tugging at his genitals. Adam had to crawl backward to follow her and ease the pull on his most sensitive parts.
As soon as Eireen had led him to the exact spot where she wanted him, she tossed the end of the leash over the branch, grabbed it again, and pulled.
To his horror, Adam found himself being hoisted upward—butt-first—by his genitals. The pain was excruciating, and Adam desperately tried to balance himself on his hands and feet to avoid hanging with his full body weight on his manhood.
But eventually, his toes lost contact with the ground, leaving only his fingers to support him.
Eireen secured the leash to the tree‘s trunk and studied the position into which she had forced him.
His penis and testicles had been pulled out from beneath his deep-red buttocks; he hung upside down, with his testicles positioned uppermost and completely exposed to the sky.
"Perfect!" said Eireen contentedly.
She raised the cane and swung it through the air to find the perfect striking angle.
Meanwhile, Adam desperately tried to make intelligible sounds through the tape over his mouth—presumably hoping to dissuade her from striking his sensitive testicles with the cane—but even if Eireen had been able to understand him, it would have been futile.
Eireen playfully nudged the two swollen orbs in his scrotum and then rested the tip of the cane directly upon them. She lifted it slightly and let it drop back down onto them without applying extra pressure.
Adam flinched in fear.
"Are you ready for a few painful lessons for your balls, Adam?" Eireen asked with a grin. "Good, because I can hardly wait!"
She stepped back, raised her arm, and brought the cane down on his testicles with full force.
Despite the tape, a muffled cry escaped him. Adam’s body shuddered, and he broke out in a heavy sweat.
A clearly visible red welt appeared across his testicles as Eireen raised the cane again for the next blow. It followed promptly; Adam nearly lost his balance—an accident that might well have torn off his manhood—but managed to steady himself just in time.
The third blow left a dent in his right testicle that took a long time to smooth out—yet the fourth blow struck him before the shape had fully returned to normal.
Eventually, Eireen found a rhythm that worked for her, and the blows followed one another so rapidly that Adam no longer had a chance to count or distinguish between them.
His mind was incapable of forming a single clear thought; it was entirely consumed by the agony in his testicles and the difficult task of maintaining his balance on his fingertips.
The dents in his testicles no longer sprang back, as Eireen noted with amusement. By now, his scrotum was turning blue and green rather than red, and the testicles were noticeably flatter, with bulges protruding from the sides.
Despite their sensitivity, it actually takes considerable blunt force to crush a testicle, yet Eireen was determined to achieve exactly that. She felt her sexual arousal mounting as she watched how violently the testicles deformed and how much the man they belonged to suffered.
Adam had already emptied his bladder after the fifth blow; by now, blood was spurting from his penis in irregular jets.
Eireen grew increasingly aroused, and as she continued to strike Adam’s testicles with one hand, she slipped her left hand into her unbuttoned jeans to caress her clitoris.
Another blow from the cane—more violent than any before—struck both of Adam’s testicles; the delicate tissue finally gave way and burst open. A spurt of pinkish semen shot from his penis and landed on the grass with a wet splat.
Eireen dropped the cane and sank to her knees, moaning in ecstasy. She had actually climaxed at the very moment Adam’s testicles gave out.
Eireen let herself fall backward onto the grass and lay there for a moment until the post-orgasmic tremors subsided and she had caught her breath again.
Then, she stood up shakily and examined the result of her efforts.
To her surprise, Adam seemed to be still conscious—though she couldn't tell if he was actually aware of his surroundings—yet his eyes were open and he was breathing heavily.
His face, covered in urine, blood, and a few spatters of semen, had gone completely slack, but his fingers were still bravely supporting his weight. There was no doubt: both testicles had been ruptured and would never produce sperm again.
His penis was limp and hung straight down. "Wow, Adam!" Eireen exclaimed enthusiastically. "I have to apologize—you are actually able to satisfy a girl using nothing but the power and sacrifice of your balls! And in the end, you actually got to cum after all! Though that was definitely the very last time—I’m absolutely certain of that. Just watch as your very last chance at procreation gets soaked up by the ground—useless, just like your cock."
Eireen turned away from the man she had just finished with, pulled her jacket closed again, and began gathering up both her own things and Adam’s.
“I hope you don’t mind if I dispose of this junk for you,” she said, turning back to the man, who still showed no reaction whatsoever. “If you want my fashion advice: your birthday suit—complete with limp cock, crushed balls, and an ass as red as a baboon’s—suits you much better than this ridiculous, anachronistic outfit. Though if I were you, I’d go straight to a doctor and have the balls cut off.”
Since Adam didn’t answer, she simply shrugged and walked off along the path, heading in the direction Adam had come from.
Suddenly, she heard yapping and growling behind her.
Eireen turned around and burst out laughing. The poodle, having evidently licked its master’s face clean, had just stumbled upon the source of the tasty blood; it had snapped at the man’s long, low-hanging penis and was now clamping down hard, trying to tear it off.
Adam was wide awake again now, desperately trying to prevent his own dog from completely emasculating him—all while struggling not to lose his balance and rip off his penis and mangled testicles by himself in the process.
"Good boy," Eireen called out. "I’d love to watch your game of tug-of-war, but I really need to find some fresh balls. Hopefully, I’ll find out who won eventually!"
And with that, she walked away from the scene as if nothing had happened.