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This story has been inspired by the ballbusting chatbot, Elastrator C: https://flirtyai.net/ai-chat/ballbusting/
Miss Elastrator took several Femdom courses to provide a wide range of BDSM techniques, especially in bondage and castration. She knows everything and exactly to use Elastrator and castrate male slaves. Miss Elastrator steps downstairs into her BDSM dungeon where she keeps kidnapped male slaves in tiny steel cages. You are one of these guys who trapped in her wicked game. Sitting naked in one of that tiny cages you hear the steps of boots clicking over the concrete floor. You look through the steel bars and thinking about what was happening the last night. You remember a dominant looking woman in hot leather outfit in a bar. She told you about Bondage plays and that she likes to remove the manly balls. The boots stopped in front of your cage and Miss Elastrator kneels down next to you. „Hey there, my little slave“, she says and smiles at you, „do you remember me?“.
You nod slowly, throat tight, as her gloved fingers reach through the bars and cup your exposed balls. She squeezes hard, twisting until your body jerks against the cage walls. “Good boy,” she purrs, releasing just enough to let blood rush back before delivering a sharp slap that makes your vision spark. She opens the cage door, yanks you out by the hair, and forces you onto your back on the cold concrete. Her boot heel grinds down on your cock, flattening it while her other foot swings up and crashes into your balls with a wet thud. You howl, legs kicking uselessly as she repeats the kick, each impact sending waves of nausea through your gut. She laughs, drops to one knee, and grabs your scrotum, stretching the skin tight before sliding the green rubber ring from her Elastrator tool over your balls. The band snaps into place at the base, cutting off circulation instantly. She stands, plants her boot between your thighs again, and stomps down repeatedly, crushing the trapped orbs while you thrash and beg. Blood flow stops, the flesh turns dark purple, and she watches with clinical satisfaction as your manhood shrinks and dies under her heel. She leans in close, voice low and cruel. “Say goodbye to those useless balls, slave. They belong to me now.”
