I first read this story so long ago, that I probably shouldn’t say how old I was! I don’t remember where I first found it but I thought it was great fun to read. Now that I have a blog that lots of ballbois come to I thought, what better way to let you fellas have read. 

I’m not sure who BandyMandy is (the Author), but she (or he) must have written it many moons ago and I hope they don’t mind me posting it. It’s got some great descriptions and ideas, and though I have my own book of true stories, reading this makes me think I ought to try my hand at fiction!

The Torturer’s Apprentice by BandyMandy 

The torturer and her assistant entered the soundproof chamber and locked the door behind them. The stone-walled room was semicircular with a concrete floor, and bright fluorescent lights were positioned over the five cross frames. On each, a naked prisoner was firmly bound with leather straps, and the frames were tilted at a 45-degree angle, positioning their genitals at hand height. Each was fitted with a large ball gag.

“My name is Wanda, and this is my assistant, Haley” the torturer announced. Five terrified pairs of eyes watched her as she walked slowly around, inspecting their tightly spread out young bodies and vulnerable sex organs. “My job is to soften you all up by indescribable pain and agony so that our inquisitors can extract from you the information we want.” Wanda continued. “I am regarded as an expert in genital torture, and my treatment will be mainly centred on your testicles. My assistant is learning my trade, and I shall be instructing her with the various procedures I employ. She will now inject each of you with a special cocktail of drugs. This will give you the biggest hard-on of your life irrespective of the agonies you will endure, and also will prevent you from fainting from the pain.”

As Haley dispensed the drugs into the prisoners’ thighs, Wanda continued to eye up the prisoners. Only she knew which man out of the five was an intelligence officer in the enemy’s land forces. The other four knew nothing of any significance but were there to be treated to such terrifying mutilations, that the officer would tell everything he knew in order to prevent getting similar treatment. A crafty trick, but it always worked. The other four were also chosen because of the size of their balls. Wanda had an arrangement with a doctor in the prisoners processing room. After each man had showered, he was inspector by the doctor, who selected young slim smooth-skinned men with the biggest testicles, ready for Wanda’s treatment. It was just the way she liked them.

“Oh, and there’s just one more thing,” Wanda said, looking around at the men, “Both I and Haley are sadists. We thoroughly enjoy our work. In fact, seeing a man in the throws of ball torture can give us enormous orgasms, so the longer you hold out, the better we like it. Wanda turned to Haley and said quietly “Leave number four to me, he’s special”. This was the officer. 

Lying on the first cross was a young man of around 20. He was slim and tall, and because his arms were pulled out above his head on the frame, his concave stomach was tight and his ribs showed under his smooth skin. Wanda looked at his genitals. The doctor has chosen well. His long slim penis was rigid with the effects of the drug, and lay up his stomach, gently pulsing with his heartbeat, and two enormous balls were pulling the hairless scrotum down several inches below his legs. The humidity and heat in the chamber always provided the loosest of sacs. 

Wanda walked between his legs and lifted his heavy balls in her hand. She was always surprised by the amazing differences in the size of men’s testicles. Most were average, some were pretty tiny, and a very few were huge, like these. Being a devotee of ballbusting, Wanda had read many stories on the internet. Balls were often described as being the size of lemons, or even grapefruit. In real life, she thought, they don’t come much bigger than this – around the size of large hens’ eggs. Mind you, she could get them to swell to grapefruit size after a good beating.

“Haley, have a look at this”, Wanda said. She separated one ball and squeezed it down to the bottom of his scrotum. The gossamer skin was tight and shiny, and every detail of his testis showed through. “A testicle has a sort of fibrous outer surface which has millions of nerve endings which register two different types of pain. The first is pressure or simple squeezing, and the other is impact. The art of prolonging the torture is to prevent rupture or broken blood vessels which will cause the scrotum to fill with liquid.” She turned the ball sideways so that the plump flatter surface was uppermost in her cupped hand. “Now most of the cords and pipes attaching this to his body are on the top edge and away from the area, we will attack. By putting my thumb on the side of his ball, I can press down and cause indescribably agony without any lasting damage”. She pushed her thumb hard down into the cupped ball. His body tautened in his bonds, and his stomach rose up corded with muscles. From his throat behind the ball gag a high screeching sound emanated. She continued to add pressure, and his ball noticeably distorted, bulging out around her thumb, and flattening in the centre.

“What’re the chances of it bursting?” asked Haley.

“Minimal if you’re careful. Men’s testicles are amazingly tough. Whilst it’s a design fault to have such tender organs on the outside of the body, it is tremendously handy for torturing sadists like us. We will be busting some balls a little later in this session. Now, you grab his other ball and squeeze it as hard as you can – I doubt if you will be able to burst it”.

Wanda let go of his scrotum and Haley pulled the other ball into her fist and squeezed as hard she could. The tendons on her forearm corded out under the tension, and the prisoner’s squealing began to pulse in time with his breathing, his chest heaving with great gasps of air. Sweat was pouring off him, and dripping onto the floor. Wanda looked around the room. The other four were watching with saucer eyes, also sweating in anticipation.

“I’ll tell you what, Wanda,” Haley said with a cute smile, “my fanny is pretty wet!”

“So is mine” Wanda grinned, “great, isn’t it? Now, before we move onto the next man, I must show you one of my special toys.”Wanda opened her sports bag and pulled out a chromium-plated device. “Now this isn’t an ordinary ball vice that just squeezes testicles in increasing stages,” said Wanda, showing it to her student sadist. “They will just cause the ball to eventually rupture by flattening it until the edges split. This has two curved cups made from thin bars of strong vanadium steel. But see the bars interlink and can be screwed together so that each end of the cups move inwards as the sides come together. This means that the testicle is compressed equally in all directions and prevents it from distorting and splitting. Thus, we can create enormous pain for much longer, because once a ball bursts, it’s pretty useless for further torture.” 

Haley let the first man’s scrotum drop onto his thigh, and his body relaxed slightly as his tortured balls were given some respite. 

The next man was slightly older than the first, with dirty blond hair and a pale skinned body. A few wispy blond pubic hairs were above his thick penis, which lay hard and heavy over his substantial testes. “Got to get this out of the way,” said Wanda, delving into her bag once more. “You can either use duct tape or super glue – I prefer super glue”. With that, she uncapped the bottle, and ran a thin line of glue along the top of his shaft, leaving the head of his penis free of glue. Taking the warm plump spongy glans in her hand, she pulled his cock up his belly and pushed it firmly down onto his smooth skin. She held it for a moment, whilst the glue set. When she lifted her hand, his cock was firmly stuck to his tummy, the head of his penis some three inches above his navel. The taught skin of his cock had lifted his huge balls up at an even more vulnerable angle. 

“Well done, Doc”, thought Wanda, appreciating the sight of his large ovals of firm meaty testicles.

Opening the ball vice, she carefully inserted his left testicle and manoeuvred it around to ensure the blood vessels would not be trapped by the mechanism, causing the ball to die prematurely. She pulled the two cups together, inserted the Allen key and began to wind the halves closer. The man looked down over his body and watched in increasing terror. Soon, the pressure built to a point where his breathing became laboured, and his eyes began to run with tears. He made very little noise as she continued to turn the key, but his body began to rise from the frame until he was straining at the leather belts. Gradually, the firm wall of his testicle began to increase the pressure within the organ, and the fleshy walls started to ooze between the bars of the vice. From his throat, a desperate gurgling was mixed with his frantic breathing.

“Watch the end of his cock,” said Wanda to Haley. Another turn on the key produced a small globule of semen. Wanda made two further turns, the walls of his ball were compressing the inside material to a third of its normal size. Suddenly, a large very thick squirt of semen was released, almost the consistency of toothpaste.

“Christ, that’s the thickest cum I’ve ever seen” exclaimed Haley, dipping in her finger, and tasting it.

“Squeezed right from the ball, my dear, without being diluted with emissions from the prostate” replied Wanda. “It will taste smooth and creamy without the bitterness of ordinary ejaculate. This ball is about to go, watch”. 

Haley couldn’t believe how small the huge testicle had become in the ball vice. Although a good deal of meat was being squeezed through the bars, it looked half the size of the right ball laying heavily to one side. Wanda tightened the Allen key again. The man rose even higher in his agony, his throat behind the gag groaning deeply. Then there was an audible crunching noise from the ball vice as the contents of the gland was squeezed forcibly into the cords, the walls of his testicle collapsed and the pulverized meat squeezed out through the bars into his scrotum. The man grunted, his breath exploding from his nose, and despite the drugs, he lost consciousness. “Shit” panted Haley, “I’ve just come”.

“I’m not far off” replied Wanda, “let’s try number three”. 

This man was next to the officer, and Wanda wanted this to really effect his decision when asked to disclose his secrets. Although his balls were not quite as large as the previous victims, they were in a voluminous ball bag and hung tantalizingly low. Wanda lifted his sac, pulled both testicles down into the bottom of the bag, and squeezed the loose skin of his scrotum in her fist. The balls gave an impression of a miniature bottom in their shiny tight bag. Wanda balled her other fist and smashed it into his testicles. The crack of skin on skin made the other men watch fearfully. Then she hit again and again – twenty times in all. The man had not made a sound, but his face had gone purple, and he appeared to be holding his breath. Suddenly, he vomited around his ball gag, and it splashed down on his chest.

“That’s loosened them up a bit,” said Wanda, “now let’s see how long we can stretch them before they tear out of his body. Wrenching the cords of a man’s balls is another way or increasing the agony of his already aching nuts. She took a leather parachute harness from her bag, fitted it over his swelling balls, and connected a thin white rope to the harness. Above the cross frame were a rail with various pulleys, chains and ropes. She connected the thin rope to a pulley and went to the wall, where a crank handle was attached to the other end. After taking up the slack, she turned the ratchet handle several clicks. The skin of his scrotum began to stretch upwards, and his body rose slightly to compensate. However, his binding prevented further movement, and as she clicked further, his skin continued to stretch until it was as tight as a guitar string. The man was screaming behind his gag, water pouring from his eyes.

“We’ll leave them to stretch out nicely, whilst I change my wet knickers,” Wanda said. “Then I’ll show you how to insert my special needles. Turning to the prisoners she said “back shortly, don’t go away”. The two girls left the chamber, and as they closed the door, the piteous groaning of their first three victims was cut off.

Wanda and Haley returned to the torture chamber 45 minutes later. The heat had increased, and both wore tight leather bikini tops and loose diaphanous skirts. Both had decided to abandon knickers to provide full access to each other’s bodies as their passions became aroused during their torturing. 

Wanda’s lean leggy body, bronzed by the sun, looked magnificent – her firm high breasts thrust upward by her bikini bra, her nipples erect under the soft leather. Haley’s long blond hair was damp with exertion, her slim body shiny with perspiration, and her cleavage glistened under the bright lights. During their break, both girls had spent most of the time writhing passionately together on the bed in Wanda’s workshop, bringing each other to multiple orgasms.

“Right,” said Wanda, “two more to get started on, but first, let’s check on the others”. They both moved towards the first prisoner whose testicles had swollen to twice their normal size since their earlier brutal squeezing. Although he had stopped groaning, sweat was still dripping from his body, and his terrified eyes followed them as they moved between his legs. Wanda lifted his balls and squeezed them down to the bottom of his scrotum. The other prisoners watched in dreaded anticipation. 

“This is what I call my ‘twister'” said Wanda with a grin, “a lovely way to neuter a man. Five turns should do it.” Pulling his testicles away from his body, she turned them 180 degrees. Holding them in position with her left hand, her right hand twisted them another half turn. At three turns, his scrotal skin above his balls began to resemble a pink rope. His stomach had lifted and he began to squeak behind his gag. At three and a half turns, his eyes were tight shut, and his body began to shake. At four turns, he became rigid and silent in his incredible agony. The prisoner now realized that his manhood would not survive this onslaught. “Now it gets difficult,” said Wanda, trying to avoid letting his balls unwind. “You have to use all your strength to get them to five turns.”. She now used both hands to wrench his testicles around. Swollen from their previous treatment, they looked enormous under the tight shiny skin of his sac. As Wanda applied even more pressure, the skin just below his cock, now reduced to the thickness of a pencil, tore open exposing the twisted cords and veins. This made it easier for Wanda to continue her twisting, and she made two more complete turns, and as Haley looked on in awe, she saw the cords tighten down to almost nothing before rending apart with an audible snap. In Wanda’s hand laid the man’s testicles, and she placed them on his chest. His eyes opened, focused on his balls, then uptilted showing the whites, and he passed into unconsciousness. 

“Jesus,” said Haley, “I’ve just come again.”

“And me,” said Wanda.

Taking some stainless steel instruments from her bag, Wanda applied surgical clamps to the blood vessels between his legs and stanched the main bleeding. “He’ll keep until we finished with the others,” said Wanda, moving on to the second prisoner. The second prisoner’s scrotum was swollen and shiny. Blood and bodily fluids surrounded his crushed ball. As they approached the man was frantically shaking his head in a silent plea. “As I said earlier, Haley”, instructed Wanda, “once you’ve burst a ball, it makes the bag swell and the intact one is difficult to torture. To overcome this, you hold the complete scrotum in both hands like this and squeeze together as though you are praying. The fluids in the bag will slowly travel back up into his body. Now, you remember I said it is difficult to bust a ball by squeezing alone. Let me show you how you can do it. 

The man’s scrotum had deflated after Wanda’s prayer squeeze, and his intact testicle showed plump and rounded through the mush of his crushed nut. Wanda interlinked her fingers to form a large cup, pushed his remaining testicle down onto her fingers, and placed her two thumbs together with her thumbnails adjacent and pointing into the middle of the organ. 

“All you do is push your thumbnails down hard into the middle of his ball meat and you will feel the wall begin to distort. Keep pushing downwards as hard as you can, and when you feel your nails penetrate and rupture the wall, pull your thumbs apart to rip open the flesh. Your nails should be blunt otherwise there is a danger of tearing the ball bag.”. The prisoner began to make a strangled gurgling noise, and semen tinged with blood began to seep from the eye of his cock. Haley watched Wanda’s thumbs sink deeply into the bulging testicle, and then she saw her pull her thumbs slowly apart. Both heard a wet tearing sound as the fibrous wall of the gland tore open and the compressed contents squelched into the sac. Her thumbs now sank almost completely through the ball as she wrenched it into two halves. Haley was amazed that the scrotal skin had not torn.

Wanda took a metal clamp from her bag and fastened it tightly to the top of his scrotum. “That’ll stop him from internal bleeding until we have finished here,” she said, as she turned to the third man. This man’s torment had not diminished at all during the girls’ break, as the tension on his scrotum had remained almost constant. He was moaning gently and dripping with perspiration. “Now Haley, do you see how his ball bag has stretched?” Wanda flicked the taught skin with her fingers. “The skin around a man’s balls is amazingly strong and elastic when you consider how thin it is. Whilst we’ve been playing with the others, his balls have been pulled another six inches from his body. Feel the pipes inside the neck – tight as bowstrings”.

Haley used her fingers to flatten out the taught skin, allowing the various veins and cords to show through. “I’m amazed how many pipes and stuff there is connecting a man’s nuts,” said Haley, twanging the cords like a harpist. Wanda went to the ratchet handle and clicked it four times. The prisoner’s moaning turned to a long screech as the tension increased and the skin of his scrotum thinned under the pressure. Below the parachute ball harness, his huge bright red testicles were straining the scrotal skin to its limit.

“We should be able to get them stretched to over a foot before we’re finished” Wanda grinned at Haley. “Let’s get stuck into the last two”. Wanda, of course, knew that this next man was the captured enemy intelligence officer. The whole of the preceding torture session was for his benefit – to scare the man witless that he would be mutilated and emasculated like the others. Wanda had strict orders that the torture session would leave no marks, swellings or permanent damage that could be detected by an enemy doctor. After they had extracted all the information from him, the Mind Control Department would program his brain so that he could return to his unit, telling them that he had hidden to prevent capture. The enemy would check his health and look for any signs that he had been in the hands of the opposition. Once he was cleared, his spying activities could commence. Her job now was to give the most agonizing pain and terror without leaving a mark. Following his torture, he would be left to recover for a day, before being taken to the intelligence block. Such would be his dread of ever returning for another session, that he would almost certainly reveal all the information they wanted without resorting to further pain. Haley was too inexperienced at this stage to be let into these secret strategies, so Wanda needed to be a little inventive.

“To further your education in the art of torture,” Wanda announced to Haley, “I need to show you genital electro-torture. To me, this is the most boring type of activity, because, as you know, I’m a hands-on touchy-feely girl. Zapping a guys balls with electricity means you can’t touch him during the process. And you know me, there is nothing in the world like lifting and feeling a man’s heavy warm testicles, gently rolling the tender orbs around his sac, then squeezing, pulling twisting and punching. Seeing a healthy strong male soldier who has been trained into a killing machine, lying spread-eagled in front of you, and brought to a squealing terrified shadow of a man who will grovel and do absolutely anything if only you’d let go of his balls. That’s what gets me off, not sitting behind a black box twiddling knobs. 

She walked over to the corner of the chamber and wheeled back a metal trolley. On the top were several boxes, connectors and wires, together with clamps, probes and catheters. She began to assemble various connectors, laying them out over the prisoner’s legs as she untangled the cables. “In their wisdom,” Wanda continued, “our masters sometimes insist that after a session on certain prisoners, there should be absolutely no evidence that he has been tortured. You will learn later on in your training why there is sometimes the need for this requirement. For the time being, I will demonstrate on this fellow and show you how enormous agony can be applied without leaving a trace. Even a slight ball squeezing can cause them to swell, so we have to be very careful.” Wanda opened a small plastic box. Inside there were rows of very thin needles in various lengths lying in slots. 

“Fine needles have been used for years in ball torture,” said Wanda, looking into the prisoner’s increasingly widening eyes. “You can push them right through a testicle, and they cause a considerable amount of pain, but the beauty is that if the needles are thin enough, the balls heal up in a day or two, and no evidence is left. However, the pain is rather limited, as the needle only penetrates one or two nerve endings at a time, so to provide a decent amount of agony, you need to insert fifty or so to each ball. This is time-consuming, especially as you have to pull them all out again fairly quickly, as the pain wears off. But these particular needles are my own invention and they are now being used around the world. I developed these in my workshop last winter for use with electro-torture.” She picked one out of the box. It was around 3 inches long with sliver points at each end, and two grey bands along its length, with a small silver section in the middle. Wanda held it up to Haley’s eyes.”See those grey areas? That is insulation. Only the ends and the middle can conduct electricity. Now the trouble with conventional electro-torture is that the application of electricity to the skin leaves tiny burn marks that can take ages to fade. Crude devises such as cattle prods can actually damage the scrotal skin permanently. Now with these needles, we can apply the electricity right in the middle of the testicle – its absolutely foolproof, because no doctor inspecting a returned soldier is going to split his ball open to check for burns!” 

Wanda lifted the prisoner’s scrotum, squeezed down the testicles tightly, and placed the needle against the oval end of his left ball. Using some surgical pliers, she pushed the needle into the heart of the organ. There was an explosion of air from the prisoner’s lungs and then a muted scream behind the ball gag. She continued to push until the needle emerged from the other end of his testicle, and she manoeuvred it so that insulated part of the shaft showed at both ends. “Fuck me, I’ve just come again,” said Haley. “That was awesome to see it travel right through and out the other side.”

“You do the other one,” instructed Wanda, handing her a needle and the pliers. “You need to push fairly hard to break through the walls of his ball”. The man’s stomach had arched up and remained corded with tension as Haley inserted the needle into his right testicle. Again he screamed as the needle penetrated the sensitive organ, but within a few seconds, his stomach relaxed and he dropped back onto the frame. “See how quickly the pain wears off?” said Wanda. “That’s why in the old days they had to insert so many. Now, because we cannot leave any marks, we need to ensure that his balls will be as tender as possible without any swelling. When are a man’s balls at their most tender, Haley?”

“I suppose after he has just cum” replied Haley.

“Absolutely right, sweetheart” grinned Wanda, “and boy, is this baby going to cum”. She now started to connect the cables. A small steel probe was carefully pushed up his anus so that the tip lay alongside his prostate gland. Duct tape was used to hold the cable in position. She then lifted his rigid penis, still turgid and straining from the drugs administered earlier. Pulling his foreskin down hard, she fitted a thin insulated ring with a small gold pad, just below his corona so that the contact rested on the most sensitive area of his glans. Next, she fitted miniature gold crocodile clips to the end of each needle through his testicles. Lastly, she placed a metal strap over one of his big toes. Then she took a sheet of bubble wrap and placed it under his genitals and around the sides against his thighs. She then placed a smaller piece under his penis, where it lay on his tummy.

“What are those for?” asked Haley.

“This insulates his balls from his thighs,” said Wanda, pointing between his legs, “and the bit below his cock stops it shorting out on his belly. We want the electricity to travel from the centre of his balls, up through his connecting cords to the base of his cock, and then down the length of his shaft to his cock head. The one up his backside is to empty his balls of cum, and that makes a circuit with his toe. We don’t want him screaming with ball agony when we drain them dry, otherwise, he will not be able to cum properly.” 

She fitted the other ends of the cables into sockets on the rear of the controller on the trolley and plugged in the main cord to the wall socket. “There’s been a lot of research done on this milking technique” stated Wanda. “I just follow the instructions because all the controls are in a computer chip in this box. Basically, it stimulates his sexual organs and simulates the electrical impulses that happen when a man has an orgasm. So there’s no rubbing or friction, the signals are transmitted straight into the prostate gland and the nervous system takes over and switches on a full orgasm. The only thing is, it doesn’t stop after a few seconds, as in real life. It just keeps relentlessly telling the body to continue to ejaculate. After five minutes of this, there will not be a drop of cum left in the guy, and his balls will be incredibly sensitive, just ready for our electrical games. Right, watch this.”

The prisoner had been lifting his head a fraction so that he could watch the preparations. All the other prisoners watched in dreaded fascination as Wanda stood by the trolley. Even the guy with his balls on his chest had recovered enough to turn his head and watch. Wanda switched on the milking program. There was a click, and a slight hum and the prisoner’s face relaxed a little as the electronics induced a pleasurable feeling in his genitals. Wanda lifted his rigid cock and pointed it at the ceiling. It pulsed in her hand with his rapidly increasingly heartbeat. Both girls watched the eye of his cock, as his stomach began to tension, and his toes began to curl. A crystal clear drop of lubricating fluid appeared on the top of his glans. Wanda felt the thick penis swell in her hand, as the glans turned from red to purple and the corona of his cockhead protruded magnificently over the shaft. Then he came. The first thick jets of cum shot into the air and fell back over Wanda’s arm and hand. He came with such ferocity, it was actually audible. Both girls looked in amazement as his semen left his cock with such force they could hear each long rope of cum squirt from his pumping flesh, followed by a wet splat as it fell onto his chest. Wanda looked at the man’s face. At the beginning of his orgasm, his face was relaxed and even had a hint of a smile. Now it was starting to look increasingly pained. The first fifteen ejaculatory pulses had been the most erotic and intense feelings that the man had ever experienced. The electricity still flowed, and his body continued to strain and pump, the squirts were reducing now, only lifting an inch or two above his cockhead. Now it began to hurt. His breathing became laboured, and he began to moan as the stimulation continued. Wanda still held his penis upright, and both girls watched as the ejaculate slowed and became more watery. However, it hadn’t stopped yet. Now his fluids were just pumping gently out of his slit and running over Wanda’s hand into his pubic hair. His head started to shake from side to side, and behind his gag, Haley thought he was screaming to turn it off.

“Another minute to go,” said Wanda. “It turns off automatically. Then we will clean him up, and start the serious zapping of his tenderized nuts”. Haley scooped up some of the prisoner’s cum from his chest and licked her fingers. “Why not lick it all up?” said Wanda, pulling a face.

“Oh, I love the stuff, but only straight from a man’s dick. I don’t like it when it gets cold” she said to Wanda, grinning impishly. The man was beginning to squeal as the machine finished it’s five- minute cycle. His cock, still as rigid as ever, finally ceased to leak further fluids, but the meatus continued to pulse with a simulated orgasm, and the eye of his cock gaped widely with each empty pumping motion. Then the device clicked off.

“The towels are in the corner, Haley,” said Wanda, pointing. “Chuck me one, and use one to wipe the man down. I want him nice and dry for the electrics,” she said, wiping the thick ropes of semen from her arms and hands. “But first, let’s have a swift cup of coffee and an orgasm, and we can continue here in five minutes”. She turned to the handle on the wall and clicked the ratchet three more clicks. The ball stretched man gurgled deeply behind his gag as his testicles were now the furthest from his body than they had ever been in his life. Stretching out almost 14 inches, the skin of his scrotum could take no more. Over his taut balls, below the harness, the gossamer skin of his sac parted, and below that, the inside membrane peeled open, exposing his massive testicles. The skin began to slide back until it met the friction of the leather parachute harness. Nevertheless, it slowly withdrew under the leather until it reached the top of the harness, and then sprang back like a rubber band, slapping into the base of his cock. All his multiplicity of cords and tubes were now exposed and relieved of their protection of the scrotal skin, now stretched out even further with the tension of the elastic rope. Both girls watched with fascination, as the cords became impossibly thin. Then one broke, snapping back in each direction, then another, and another, speeding up as all the tension was transferred to the remaining cords. Finally, with an audible snap, the final cord separated, and the rope flicked his heavy balls out of their harness and into the air before they dropped back with a meaty thud onto the concrete floor. Wanda retrieved them and placed them on his chest, then clamped off the blood vessels still dangling from his body.

“Wow!” said Haley, obviously impressed. 

Wanda then turned to the fifth prisoner who so far had remained untouched. “I’m sorry sweetie, have we been ignoring you?” she smiled. “I know, here’s something to be getting on with whilst we take a quick break”. She picked up a syringe from the bottom shelf of the trolley, lifted it to eye level and squirted a little red liquid from the needle. She then lifted the man’s scrotum and stuck the needle into his ball bag, and squeezed in a tablespoonful of the liquid in the syringe. She then took hold of his scrotum and squished his testicles about ensuring an even coating of the injected fluid covered the entire contents. The man’s eyes opened widely, in disbelief and outrage. Then his chest rose as he took an enormous intake of breath before it exploded from his nose with a stifled bloodcurdling scream that penetrated his ball gag.

As the girls left the chamber, the prisoner’s screeching was cut off as the heavy door clanged shut. “What was in that syringe?” asked Haley.

“Tabasco,” said Wanda. The girls returned to the torture chamber dressed in white lab coats. When Haley had questioned this, Wanda winked at her and said that they may have visitors a little later. Their slim nubile bodies rubbed against the thin material, whilst their full breasts strained the top buttons, each exposing a hint of sweaty cleavage. “Right”, said Wanda, “let’s get number four switched on”. 

She disconnected the milking electrodes from his anus and big toe and checked that the needles through his testicles were in the correct position for the electro-torture. “Haley, will you please remove his ball gag?” asked Wanda. Haley began to undo the straps around his head. 

“Won’t he scream the place down?” she asked.

“He’ll be too busy just trying to breathe!” Wanda replied. “Now, I’m going to start the ten-minute torture sequence, and then I’ll explain what’s happening”. She threw some switches, turned a knob, and instantly the man’s breathing stopped, his body arched so that only the back of his head and his heels were touching the cross frame. He made absolutely no sound for ten seconds, but his whole torso shimmered as the electricity coursed through his most vulnerable organs. The machine then switched off, his body collapsed back onto the frame, and he resumed his breathing in great panting gasps, like a man surfacing from the sea.

“Christ!” exclaimed Haley, “that looks as though it hurts”.

“Evidently it hurts more than anything we can physically do to him” explained Wanda. “When we squeeze, pull, twist and smash his balls, we are making the nerve endings in his groin send messages to his brain that they are under attack, and the brain then turns on the excruciating pain”. The machine switched on again, his body arched as before and his breath was held, this time, for twenty seconds. “Whilst this is boring for us sadists to administer,” Wanda continued, “what actually happens is this. The machine sends out various pulses between ten seconds and 45 seconds at predetermined levels between 350 and 750 volts. The current runs into the insulated needles and is released right in the centre of each testicle. As it radiates in every direction to the outer walls of his balls, it hits every possible nerve ending at once, with the highest level pain factor you can imagine. It then passes up his sensitive cords, into the base of his cock and up the shaft to the frenum. All these areas are absolutely laden with nerve endings, so the pain is unimaginably excruciating, so much so, that it prevents the victim from breathing. Therefore, the program in the chip spaces out the pulses to allow him to breathe, and gradually increases the voltage as the body begins to adjust to the pain”. 

Whilst she had been relating these details, the machine had continued to zap the prisoner with measured doses. Between two pulses, relieved of his ballgag so that he could breathe, the man gasped “Christ, no more please, I’ll do anything, it’s killing me …ack…”. Up came his body as the current crashed back in.

“So,” Wanda concluded, “basically, this is the ultimate pain maker. It can be used by torturers that don’t get turned on like we do, and it leaves no marks or damage. However, it can cause madness in the prisoners. Years ago, they used those old telephones which you wound the handle on the side, to torture prisoners genitals in several jails. Sometimes they gave them what was called ‘long-distance’ calls, and quite a few victims went permanently mad. So, this is set at ten minutes and is scientifically programmed to prevent blowing the man’s mind”. Haley appeared to have lost interest in Wanda’s explanations and had been furtively looking at the fifth man. He was a slim blond youth in his late teens, with an almost effeminate face and hairless body, but blessed with enormous genitalia that any fully-grown man would envy. Haley thought he was ‘sweet and cute’, and as her face softened with her thoughts, Wanda saw her expression, and looked at her quizzically. “Why are you ogling Mr Spicy Meatballs, Haley?” she asked, referring to his Tabasco’d balls that were still burning from the chilli sauce.

“Well,” Haley replied, rather guiltily, “I’m assuming that we are going to emasculate him like the others, and, well, he’s only a kid and really rather gorgeous, and it seems such a waste to ruin such a massive cock and a pair of balls before he’s had time to get much use out of them. They appear so pink and unused”. 

Wanda looked at her crossly. “Look Haley,” she snapped, “that guy was one of several soldiers who went into one of our villages, killed the boys and old men, raped the women, and did unspeakable things to the children in front of their parents. They did things that even animals wouldn’t do to their own kind. They then got drunk from looted liquor, collapsed, and our boys were able to capture the lot of them. You’ve got a lot to learn, Haley, but nobody who enters this chamber is an innocent little boy. I take my job seriously. That’s why I patch my victims up after a session to prevent them from dying in here, and I ship them off to the hospital wing to get them stitched up. I am a torturer, not an assassin. I don’t murder these prisoners like they murdered our people. After treatment to heal their wounds, I want them back in the prisoner-of-war camps. The other prisoners see their ruined manhoods and learn about the agonising tortures we perform. This keeps them compliant and well- behaved to avoid getting similar treatment. It also leaks out to enemy forces and they know what to expect if they are caught committing savage acts. If my activities here prevent just one atrocity to our people, my job is fully justified.”

“Er, fine,” said Haley, somewhat taken aback by the tirade of justification. “But can I ask a favour?”Her sweet elfin face melted Wanda’s hard resolve. 

“Try me”, she said.

“Well,” said Haley, “whilst you’re finishing off Mr Electroballs, could I connect up the milking wires and give Spicy Meat Balls here his last orgasm of all time? You know I’m partial to man cream, and I feel in the need of a protein drink.”

“You’re a bloody cum junky!” Wanda retorted. “Yes, go on, you know how to connect it up”. Haley smiled her thanks. She inserted the metal probe into his backside, fitted the connector to his big toe and indicated to Wanda to switch on. The machine hummed and Haley lifted his long thick penis and took the fat flared cock-head into her warm mouth. Using long slow strokes, she began to slide her mouth up and down his turgid penis. Wanda was impressed with how much of his long cock Haley could take into her delicate little mouth and throat, and judging by the look on the prisoner’s face, so was he. With Haley’s ministrations and the effects of the milking machine, it took no time at all to induce an orgasm into a youth in his prime of sexual life. His stomach tautened, his testicles moved up tightly under his cock, and his toes curled. His whole body strained and the semen raced through his long penis, as Haley’s mouth moved deeply down on his shaft. With several inches of rigid man-flesh deep in her mouth, Haley was taken by surprise with the enormous first ejaculation of cum that burst into her throat. With her eyes like saucers with amazement, two copious jets of semen squirted from her nostrils onto the mat of blond hair at the base of his spasming cock. She moved quickly up his shaft and clamped her lips tightly around the ridge of his corona as his body continued to pump huge ropes of thick sperm into her mouth. She held her lips there for a full minute, swallowing frequently, before releasing his still pulsing organ. It flopped back onto his tummy, jetting small dollops of almost colourless ejaculate, as the milking machine drained him dry.

“Fucking hell!” exclaimed Haley, licking her lips and wiping her cum-drenched nose, “that was a first! Chili flavoured cum! That Tabasco marinade worked a treat!” 

“Right, disconnect him,” said Wanda, grinning at her. “I’m finished here for the time being”. She looked menacingly at the officer who was still panting from his ordeal, as she removed the various wires. Then she picked up the pliers and pulled out the needles embedded in his testicles. He jumped at the sudden pain but said nothing. Still looking him in the eyes, she said: “We’ll come back to you in a minute, my friend.”

She moved over to the last prisoner who was still breathing heavily from the most explosive orgasm of his life. “Haley, you’ve given him a taste of heaven, now I want you to give him total hell and destroy those empty balls”. She released the catch on the cross frame and swung it up so that the victim was in an upright position. His huge balls hung heavily between his widespread thighs. She took hold of the hot fleshy cock-head, still sticky from his ejaculation, and stretched it up over his tummy to expose his testicles and bring them forward. “Use your knee, Haley”, she instructed, “and as hard as you possibly can”. Haley pulled up her lab coat to bare her leg, and with a force unexpected in one so feminine and delicate, she delivered a frightening slam into his testicles. The impact of flesh against flesh made a hearty crack, as her bony knee crashed into his sensitive organs. He made a deep-throated gurgle, his youthful face a mask of total agony. Haley’s knee came up again, and again, smashing into his dangling balls every few seconds. After twenty hits, Wanda stopped her and took his testicles into her hand. She felt the rapidly swelling nuts and found them to be still intact. “These balls are tough bastards,” said Wanda. “Take off your shoe and kick him”. 

Wanda pulled his penis hard up again, as Haley swung her long shapely leg and smashed the top of her foot hard into his swinging testicles. His head was beginning to loll on his chest, but he was still conscious, as Haley continued to kick him. After ten more kicks, Wanda stopped her and again felt his balls. “Ah,” she said, “you’ve smashed his left nut, here – feel”. Haley took his sac into her hands and felt the huge swelling of his right ball, and behind it, small hard fragments of the remains of the testicular wall of the other. Within the thin pliancy of his scrotum, she could feel the strange spaghetti-like contents of the burst testicle, and she squished it about and panted, as another orgasm racked her body. Then she took his remaining gland in her hand, and remembering how Wanda had cracked one of the other prisoner’s nuts, she pushed it down into her interlinked fingers, placed her thumbnails together on the side of his testicle and bore down with all her strength. The previous treatment of his testicle has swollen and softened the fibrous shell, and her thumbs broke through like bursting a peach. She then pried the softened shell apart and squeezed out the contents of his ruined nut to join the mush of his other ball. The prisoner’s head was rolling from side to side in his agony, spittle pouring from around the ball gag, and his body soaked in sweat. Amazingly, his long thick penis was still rigid and pulsing with his heartbeat, and pointing upwards several inches past his navel, due to his drug-induced erection. 

Wanda walked around to the back of the frame, put her hand between his legs, reached up and grasped the end of his turgid shaft. With a swift yank, she wrenched his cock down between his legs and right up behind his arse. There was a soft sound of tearing tissue as the erectile meatus of his cock was torn asunder at this sudden vicious bending of the rigid shaft. As she let go, his cock swung back to its original position, but with a distinct bend near the base. Blood was already pouring from the internal fissure, and Wanda took a steel clamp from her bag, pushed it over his broken penis and tightened it at the base until she had stopped the blood flow. “Oooh,” said Haley, “I’ve just come again”. 

Wanda returned to the officer on the adjacent frame, and addressed him. “Now you, my friend,” she began, “have had the worst deal of the lot today. I needed to show Haley here how to torture a man without leaving marks or damage, and you got elected. This means that you have already suffered more pain than any of the others yet you are still a whole man. And nobody leaves my torture chamber with their wedding tackle intact. So I am going to ask my student here to choose the method of your emasculation”. Turning to Haley, she said, “Now you’ve seen my techniques in torture on the others here today, and I would like you to choose the method of this man’s sexual destruction”. 

The officer started to plead with her. “No more, please, I’ll do anything…”

Haley interrupted. “I fancy using your special ball crusher on one of his testicles, and then I’d like to employ your ‘twister’ and remove his complete scrotum. And then perhaps, I could bust his cock?”

“No, pleeease …” the prisoner began, but he was interrupted by a sharp rap on the chamber door. Wanda winked at Haley, and walked over and opened the door. Two smart soldiers stood there, and the first spoke.

“Sergeant Baker from the special interrogation unit, ma’am. I believe you have a Lieutenant Martin here?”. Wanda made a show of looking at her papers on the desk, and then said, “That’s him over there,” and pointed at the officer. “But we haven’t finished with him yet”.

“We think he has some information we need,” said the Sergeant, “and I wish to remove him immediately. If he fails to tell us all we want to know, you can have him back to finish him off.”

“Help yourself,” said Wanda, and the two soldiers started to undo the restraints on the Lieutenant. Within a couple of minutes, dressed in a lab coat, he was led away.

“Be seeing you,” said Haley brightly. 

As the door closed behind the soldiers, Wanda said to Haley, “You’ll not see him again. After his experiences in here, he will tell them absolutely everything. They will then brainwash him and send him back to the enemy as a spy. That was a good day’s work, Haley, well done. Now we’ll get the hospital boys over here to collect these eunuchs, and then we can go for a shower and a few beers. Then I’ll show you some of the special torturing equipment I’ve got in my workshop, and I’ll introduce you to Terry, who’s a masochist, and has the biggest balls you’ve ever seen in your life. I try things out on him, and he loves it, but I’m careful not to bust them. Over the last two years, my experimental tortures on his testicles have caused them to grow to enormous proportions, and they can take huge amounts of punishment. He also ejaculates more cum from his monster nuts than even spicy meatballs here, so you will never go thirsty!”. 

Haley’s eye’s widened in anticipation. “Sod the beers,” she grinned, “lead me to him!”. She was beginning to enjoy her job as the Torturer’s Apprentice. 

The End.

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