Feminist New Friends
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Martin is a 19 years old, tall Latino, with a fit, muscular body and short, curly hair. He is new to the city after moving here for college together with his girlfriend of three years, Veronica. She is a spectacular 18 years old blonde babe. Veronica has long, straight hair, a big, sweet smile, massive G-cup boobs, curvy hips, a firm round ass, and great legs.
The busty blonde surprised Martin by deciding to study Feminism. He had never thought of her as much of a feminist, but he didn’t worry, he was a good boyfriend, after all. Himself, Martin pursues a degree in economics, because he thinks that’s the best way to earn good money.
The two of them are eager to make new friends, so they are excited when they get invited to hang out with two other young couples. Veronica has a course together with the girls, “Radical Misandry in Theory and Practice.” The girls are a year ahead of Veronica, but they immediately got along great. As a male, Martin is irritated by the title of the course, it sounds bad. But it would be great to be friends with other couples, so he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he and Veronica happily accepted the invitation and are going to give it their best effort.
The two other couples are close friends and rent a house together. Martin and Veronica arrive there on a warm Saturday evening. They have brought two expensive bottles of wine with them, hoping to make a good first impression. Martin wears a casual, comfortable outfit. Veronica is dressed quite provocatively. She didn’t use to dress like this, but Martin noticed that when they started college, her outfits got a lot smaller. Today she wears light-blue high-heeled sandals, a very short, pleated white skirt, and a tight, extremely low-cut light-blue top. Martin couldn’t believe that she leaves the house wearing so little, but she told him that it is very sexist of him to comment on her clothes in any way. This wasn’t the time to talk about this, so he let it be, and together they focused on making new friends.
Naomi and Jake open the door for them. Jake is a tall, white 21-year-old with messy blonde hair and a very muscular body. His girlfriend Naomi is an attractive, 19 years old black girl. She has shoulder-long hair, a stern look on her face, big DD-cup boobs, a slim waist, nice hips, thick thighs, and a tight round ass. She wears pink high-heeled sandals, a very short, pleated black skirt, and a very revealing pink crop top. Jake wears comfortable shorts and a tight pink shirt that shows off his big muscles.
The girls introduce the guys to each other, and Naomi leads them into the living room, where she thanks them for the wine and offers them some drinks. Soon, the second couple, Alessandra and Thomas, join them.
Thomas is an average height, white 20-year-old with short brown hair, a mustache, and a fit, muscular body. His girlfriend Alessandra is a sexy, 19 years old Latina with very long, straight hair, a confident smile, firm C-cup boobs, very wide hips, thick thighs, and an absolutely massive, positively enormous fat round ass. She wears black high-heeled sandals, extremely short and skin-tight gray hotpants that really show off her gigantic, perfectly round ass, and a tight, low-cut black top. Thomas wears denim shorts and a comfortable white shirt.
The three couples start with some casual small talk, things like the weather or where they are from. They slowly get more comfortable, crack a few jokes, etc. But then Thomas has a clumsy moment and spills his glass on the floor. He urgently apologizes and quickly cleans it up. Martin doesn’t understand what the problem is, but the situation clearly isn’t over, even if Martin thinks that this can’t be a big deal.
“You know what you deserve,” Alessandra tells Thomas with a sadistic smirk. With a look of fear in his eyes, the male nods. Then he steps into the middle of the room, spreads his legs, and puts his hands behind his head. Alessandra walks up to him, saying, “You are doing this to yourself.” Then, with a big smile, the sexy Latina kicks her boyfriend in the balls with full force. She’s clearly trained and experienced, landing a perfect hit against both testicles, slamming them upwards, and brutally crushing them against his pelvis. With a scream of pain, Thomas drops to all fours. Alessandra mockingly laughs at him, while Martin can’t believe what is happening.
Before he can react, Naomi harshly tells Thomas to get back up. He is clearly struggling with the pain, but obeys her, and spreads his legs again. With a cold, sadistic look on her face, Naomi kicks him in the nuts as hard as she can, violently crushing his testicles between her foot and his pelvis. Thomas lets out a high-pitched howl of pain as he falls to the floor. Alessandra laughs at her boyfriend, Naomi looks down on him with nothing but contempt in her eyes, while Jake just sits there, clearly not surprised by any of this. Martin can’t believe what is happening, neither can Veronica. Her entire life she has been told that men are the stronger sex, now to see such female power, and such male weakness, is an intense experience for the hot blonde.
Alessandra tells Thomas to get back up, but he fails. Coldly, Alessandra tells him that he will be punished severely if he acts like a bad host. Thomas is clearly terrified of severe punishment, so he somehow finds the strength. Grinding his teeth, he forces himself to stand up and spread his weak, shaky legs again. Naomi looks at Veronica, “Don’t you want to have your turn?” The busty blonde blushes, points at herself, and asks, “Me?” “Yes, of course,” Alessandra nods, “you are our guest. You have every right to punish this primitive beast for his outrageous misbehavior.” Martin expects that this is too much insanity for his girlfriend, and that she will turn to him so they can leave. Instead, Veronica steps in front of Thomas, who is both hurt and scared.
Martin stares at his girlfriend, surely, she isn’t going to… She wouldn’t, he thinks. A sadistic smile hushes across Veronica’s face, as she looks Thomas in the eyes. Then she kicks him in the balls really hard. Crippling pain takes the screaming male down, and he curls up in the fetal position, groaning and holding his aching testicles. “Oh my god, this feels awesome!” Veronica bursts into excited laughter. Martin can’t believe what he is seeing, what is happening? “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he angrily asks his girlfriend.
Naomi and Alessandra are clearly irritated, “Your beast doesn’t seem to know his place,” Alessandra tells Veronica. Naomi shakes her head in disgust, “That’s a lot of toxic masculinity,” she comments hatefully.
Veronica’s excitement dies down, she feels embarrassed by Martin. “Why are you doing this to me?” she angrily asks him. “What the fuck?” he can’t believe any of this is happening, “Are you crazy?” he asks her, and feels like the entire world might have gone mad. Naomi and Alessandra exchange shocked looks, “Who does this beast think that he is?” Naomi sternly asks, clearly not happy. “I’m sorry… I… I…,” Veronica stammers, feeling ashamed in front of her new feminist friends.
“Stop calling me a beast, you crazy bitches!” an enraged Martin tells the girls, and says to Veronica, “Come, we are leaving. Now!” But she ignores him. “Why are you not disciplining your beast?” Alessandra asks Veronica, confused by his behavior. “I… I… don’t do that… We… we don’t…” she stammers, deeply embarrassed by the fact that, so far, she has a relationship of equals with Martin. “You need to teach your beast his place,” Alessandra tells her, and Veronica agrees. Martin just laughs, this is insanity. “Have you done this before?” Naomi asks Veronica, and the busty blonde admits that she has never hurt Martin. “Well, there’s no time like the present,” Alessandra laughs, “let’s do it together, so you can learn from our experience.” “That would be amazing,” Veronica gets excited, eager to act like a real feminist.
“I’m leaving,” Martin announces and turns away. In his eyes, Veronica has gone crazy, and it will take a lot for her to make this up to him later. For now, he just wants out. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a completely unbroken beast,” Naomi smiles, “male feminists are usually already halfway in their proper place. But this beast genuinely seems to think he has rights.” “Incredible,” Alessandra shakes her head, “this primitive creature is completely delusional. It’s high time we cure him of that.” Martin wants to walk out, but Jake gets in his way. Thomas is still curled up on the floor in crippling pain.
“Get the fuck out of my way!” an indignant Martin tells Jake, but only gets a “No,” in response. Martin stares at him angrily, considering to just push him out of the way. Jake looks pretty strong, but Martin is in great shape himself. Then there is pain, so much pain. Alessandra has taken the distracted Martin by surprise and kicked him in the nuts from behind with full force. His shorts offered no protection to his testicles, so they got hit hard and brutally crushed against his body. Martin falls to all fours, groaning, hurting, feeling both shocked and outraged. He angrily curses at the girls. But Naomi simply tells him, “You’ll learn where you belong, scum.”
“He looks so weak and inferior,” Veronica comments about her boyfriend. “That’s because he is,” Alessandra laughs, “all you need to do is to go after their eggs to expose the true inferiority of these beasts.” Veronica giggles, the idea of hurting testicles clearly amuses her. “You stupid whores, let me go right now, or I swear to god there will be serious consequences!” Martin threatens them, but the feminists don’t take him seriously, of course. “I think you should properly teach your beast where he belongs, not just punish him a little,” Naomi tells Veronica, and the busty blonde agrees, “Yes, I should have started as soon as I understood what feminism is really all about. It’s high time that he learns what ‘the future is female’ means.”
Martin wants to get up, but he is in serious pain. He tells himself that he’ll just take one more moment to recover. Alessandra orders Thomas to take his clothes off, and the curled-up man quickly does as he is told, getting completely naked. Veronica is impressed by his obedience, she also wants a boyfriend like that. “Males don’t get opinions, they get orders,” Naomi tells her, “You need to unlearn asking your beast what he wants and learn telling him what he has to want.” The busty blonde nods, yes, she agrees, this is what feminism is about.
Alessandra crouches down in front of Martin and mocks him, “Poor little beast, do your fragile eggs hurt?” “You stupid bitch!” Martin angrily tells her, “just wait, I’m going to…” He doesn’t get further. Alessandra’s mockery was just a distraction, so that Naomi can walk up behind him, as he was down on all fours, and exploit the gap between his legs. Martin suffers another full force kick in the balls, Naomi is brutal, and his sensitive organs get violently crushed against his pelvic bone. Screaming loudly, Martin collapses in crippling pain and curls up into the fetal position. The three girls share a laugh at his expense. “Now things are moving in the right direction,” Naomi declares.
She and Alessandra tell Jake to help them, and together the three of them strip a protesting Martin naked. Three on one and crippled by testicular pain, he has no chance to defend himself. “Well, he might be untrained, but it’s a high quality male alright,” Alessandra acknowledges that Martin has an attractive body, “I guess it makes sense to keep and train him, instead of just finding a male feminist loser to date.” Veronica agrees, she should at least try teaching feminism to Martin over just dumping him.
“Now,” Alessandra tells her, “closely follow my lead.” The sexy Latina tells Thomas to spread his legs, and crouches down next to him. Martin obviously doesn’t do this willingly, but Jake and Naomi pin him down and expose his manhood to Veronica, who crouches down between his legs. “Grab his worthless eggs like this,” Alessandra shows her how to get a firm grip on a man’s testicles, trapping them both in her hand. Veronica has to try a few times but quickly manages to take control of Martin’s manhood. He aggressively protests, threatening the women with violence, with the police, with all kinds of things. Naomi mockingly shakes her head and tells the overpowered man, “Unfortunately for you, it’s 2025 and feminism is a thing. We no longer need to be afraid of your kind, we have learned how to make you afraid.”
“When handling a beast’s eggs,” Alessandra explains, “the most important thing is to purge your mind of all traces of empathy and mercy. You must understand that what you are holding in hour hand is the constant male urge to rape. That’s what their eggs tell the inferior sex 24/7. When you hurt his pathetic testicles, you are not hurting the sensitive organs of a person you care about, no. You are hurting rape itself. Their balls are rape incarnate.” Veronica nods, she understands, no mercy. It might be difficult, she worries, but the hot blonde will do her best.
“Let’s start easy,” Alessandra tells her, “and just squeeze his eggs really hard.” With a big sadistic grin, the sexy Latina crushes Thomas’ testicles in her hand. The helpless male lets out high-pitched howls as crippling pain explodes into his body. Veronica takes a moment. Martin warns her to stop this, or else she will pay the price. But she isn’t worried. The busty babe takes a deep breath, and then does what she learned in self-defense class — squeeze his testicles like she’s trying to crack a walnut. A shockwave of agony races through her helpless victim’s body, completely overwhelming him. He desperately screams in a rapidly increasing pitch as his crippling pain quickly gets worse.
Veronica is surprised. She thought this would be difficult, but it feels amazing, she can’t help but laugh as she continues to brutally crush his fragile testicles, hurting her boyfriend terribly. Alessandra, still squeezing Thomas’ manhood hard, and Naomi are impressed. They hadn’t expected Veronica’s first time to be this cruel. “You clearly know what feminism really is about,” Naomi nods approvingly at the busty blonde.
“I guess both beasts are in a lot of pain now, maybe we should show them a little mercy?” Alessandra says, then all three girls laugh at her joke. “Now,” she continues her instructions, “twist his sack as far as it will go. Don’t be squeamish, really twist his eggs hard. The worst you can do is tear off his cords. And wouldn’t that be funny?” Giggling sadistically, Alessandra brutally twists the screaming Thomas’ testicles. Without hesitation, Veronica follows, twisting her howling boyfriend’s ballsack as far as she can.
Both men are in agony, screaming in extremely high pitches at the top of their lungs. Jake is unmoved by all of this, Naomi has trained him harshly, he would never feel even a hint of solidarity with another male. The superior sex is all that matters, Jake understands that. So he doesn’t feel bad at all about his part in pinning Martin down, in fact, he feels good about it, because he gets to serve feminism.
“Finally, we really try to rip their eggs off,” Alessandra laughs and forcefully pulls on Thomas’ testicles. He desperately howls as crippling pain overwhelms him. His body breaks into sweat, as he struggles to deal with the intense suffering. Veronica feels a rush of power, as she mercilessly pulls on Martin’s testicles. She is surprised that she doesn’t worry about him even a little, no, quite the opposite, she is genuinely trying if she can rip off his sack, pulling as hard as she can. Martin screams in a shockingly high pitch, his entire body sweats and trembles, crippling pain has overwhelmed his entire system. “You are doing great,” Naomi praises Veronica’s brutality. She and Alessandra are really happy with how quickly their new friend is embracing feminism.
The men’s horrible suffering continues, as both girls continue to mercilessly brutalize their testicles. “Hm,” Alessandra ponders, “I think on balance Thomas is a better soprano.” Giggling, Veronica agrees, “Yeah, mine sounds more broken than anything else.” The three girls share a sadistic laugh, as the two males experience hell. “To finish off the attack,” Alessandra explains, “I like to squeeze, twist, and pull with everything I’ve got for a couple of seconds, to really try my best to destroy his eggs.” With a big sadistic grin, she does exactly that, greatly increasing the crippling agony Thomas is suffering, as she cruelly attacks his defenseless testicles. Veronica again follows her lead enthusiastically, really trying her best to castrate Martin with this attack, she gives it everything. His trembling body is overwhelmed by the crippling agony this causes, and the wild, shrill howls he lets out no longer even sound human. Then the girls let their suffering victims go. All three of them get up, looking down at the crying men, laughing with sadistic joy.
Thomas and Martin slowly curl up into the fetal position. Naomi points out how swollen their testicles are, and the girls laugh about that. “I think yours are even bigger than mine,” Alessandra tells Veronica and the blonde agrees, Martin’s testicles are badly swollen. It’s strange, only six months ago, back at home, she would have felt so bad for him had she seen him in this state. But now, after she has learned feminism in college, she knows better. He deserves this, he really does. In fact, he, like all men, deserves far, far worse.
“Are we done with them?” Veronica asks nervously, almost worried that the fun will end too soon. “Of course not,” Naomi reassures her, “your beast hasn’t learned his place just from this one attack.” Then she coldly tells Jake to strip naked and get into position, and he quickly does so. Veronica is impressed, these males are really trained well. Jake must know that terrible pain awaits him, but he doesn’t even hesitate to do what women tell him. Exactly as men should behave. Just like their feminist professors in college told them.
Jake lies down on the floor face down and spreads his legs. Alessandra grabs Martin, and together with Veronica, she brings him in the same position, then Alessandra pins him down. He is in far, far too much pain to offer up any resistance. “Now I’m going to show you something,” Naomi tells Veronica. The busty sadist slips out of her sandals, and steps in between her boyfriend’s legs. Veronica does the same. “I like this technique because it puts these beasts symbolically where they belong,” Naomi continues, “You have to be careful, their eggs are quite slippery and will try to get away.” She pulls his sack away from his body, then carefully places her bare foot on Jake’s testicles, cutting off their movement with the edge of her foot. Once his manhood is trapped, she puts weight on her foot, crushing the sensitive organs between her sole and the hard floor. Veronica carefully does the same, cutting off any chance of movement for Martin’s badly swollen testicles, then putting serious weight on them, making her boyfriend howl in agony.
“This really is great feminist symbolism,” Veronica laughs, “their very manhood, the organs that make them male, crushed under a woman’s foot, awesome.” The others agree, this is what feminism is truly about. “I don’t really know how much weight is safe,” Naomi explains with sadistic glee, “but I also don’t care, so I like to step on his eggs with my full weight.” And she does, brutally flattening Jake’s helpless testicles, making him howl in an extremely high pitch.
“Hm, if I put my full weight on Martin’s eggs, they might not be able to take it, or? This isn’t safe, is it?” Veronica asks, and her new friends confirm, “No, this isn’t safe. There is a realistic chance that his eggs will pop and get crushed into mush.” “Well, I hope that doesn’t happen, or I might die from laughter,” Veronica says with a sadistic grin. Martin, suffering agony, begs her to stop, to release him. He tries to remind her of all the good times they had. Without hesitation or even a hint of mercy, Veronica puts her full weight on his testicles, cruelly flattening them under her foot. Hellish agony explodes into his entire trembling body, making him twist and contort in a desperate but futile attempt to somehow deal with the overwhelming pain.
“Oh my goddess, his eggs feel so funny,” Veronica laughs as she continues to sadistically flatten Martin’s manhood under her foot. “Yeah, it’s a special kind of foot massage,” Naomi giggles as she enjoys the terrible agony that she causes her boyfriend by standing on his sensitive organs. “Your beasts seem like they are in a lot of pain,” Alessandra says with a sadistic grin, “imagine if somehow your feet started twisting, their pathetic eggs would get ground up against the floor,” she giggles.
“Our beasts are lucky,” Naomi laughs, “they don’t need to imagine this.” Joyfully, she starts to twist her foot quickly while keeping the pressure up, mercilessly grinding the flattened testicles against the hard floor. Jake breaks into extremely high-pitched howls that sound like he’s being slaughtered, as his entire body trembles in crippling agony. Veronica looks down at Martin, screaming, crying, suffering horribly. And deep inside, in her heart, she feels that this is right. Then she also starts twisting her foot while keeping her full weight on the flattened organs. Martin’s testicles get cruelly tortured into a shocking shape, rapidly approaching testicular death, as he howls like a wild animal, and his suffering body helplessly twists and contorts. The mind-numbing pain has greatly weakened him, it is easy for Alessandra to keep him in this vulnerable position.
The girls keep cruelly torturing their boyfriend’s testicles, sadistically crushing them under their bare feet. The males suffer hellish agony. Jake howls at the top of his lungs, his trembling body twists and contorts as he tries to take the pain. Martin is making wild, inhuman noises, his trembling body twists and bends as far as Alessandra lets it, his horribly flattened testicles are in hell. He suffers a severe coughing fit, but that only makes the girls laugh. “I’ve seen this before,” Veronica giggles, “isn’t it weird that you can make them cough when squeezing their eggs?” “It’s silly,” Alessandra agrees, “and also shows just how broken the inferior male body is.” The three of them agree and share a long laugh at the horribly tortured males.
Finally, they step off the so cruelly abused testicles. Jake curls up into the fetal position, crying in pain. Martin barely moves, he is in hellish agony, every part of his body hurts terribly. He is still screaming and sobbing. Suddenly, Veronica bursts into laughter, “Look how big they are!” she points out the massive swelling that she has caused to her boyfriend’s testicles, “I’ve never seen eggs in such a state.” The others joyfully laugh at Martin’s manhood, and Naomi replies, “But it’s good that they are in this state, it’s what he deserves.” The three feminists agree on that.
“Do you think he has had enough?” Alessandra asks Veronica. “No, of course not,” the blonde confidently replies, “but shouldn’t the two of you get to hurt his eggs as well, because he was rude to you?” “Are you offering them up?” Naomi asks. “Sure,” Veronica laughs caring not even a little about what this means for Martin, “go right ahead, his eggs had 19 years without feminism, that’s a lot of catching up to do,” she giggles.
Now Veronica pins her helpless boyfriend down. He is sobbing, suffering greatly. With a weak, high-pitched voice he begs her for mercy, he begs her to stop. Veronica shakes her head, “I’m disappointed, you still haven’t learned your lesson. Are you even trying? The inferior sex doesn’t get a say, stop trying to have an opinion!” she angrily reprimands him. Martin is powerless, there is nothing he can do.
Alessandra and Naomi each grab one of his massively swollen testicles. “I don’t think I have ever seen swelling worse than this,” Alessandra giggles, “very nice.” “And he really deserves it,” Naomi nods, “for the worst offense against feminism: being born male.” “Are you sure you want us to punish your beast?” Alessandra asks Veronica. “We might castrate him,” Naomi adds. Veronica thinks for a moment, she looks inwards. But she finds no feelings of care or worry, no hesitation or doubt, all she feels is feminism. She shrugs and laughs, “If his eggs pop, so be it, I’ll let fate decide.” Veronica thinks that either his manhood survives, and they turn him into an obedient slave, or he is no good to her anyway. If his balls rupture, she will simply dump his castrated ass.
Martin is defeated, sobbing in agony, completely helpless, at the feminists’ mercy. Naomi and Alessandra look at him with sadistic joy, this is what feminism offers the inferior sex, this is good and right. Naomi squeezes the testicle in her hand really hard, deforming the tortured organ without mercy. Alessandra bends her fingers so that her sharp nails point at the defenseless testicle in her hand, then she digs her nails deep into the suffering organ. Together, the girls cause Martin the most horrific, mind-bending agony. He howls like a strange, alien animal that’s being slaughtered, his trembling body bends as crippling pain completely overwhelms him.
Looking at him with great sadistic joy, Naomi squeezes even harder, really testing if she can rupture it. Alessandra happily laughs as she digs her nails in even deeper, deforming the testicle into a shocking shape, as it is desperately fighting for its life. Martin’s trembling body bends as much as it can, his entire system has been overloaded with horrific testicular pain. He suffers far worse than he could ever have imagined. If hell is a real place, it can’t be worse than this. Which makes sense, because feminism wants to be hell for men.
“Do you think he regrets being so rude?” Alessandra laughs and continues the cruel abuse of the fragile organ in her hand. “Well, he’s crying about something,” Naomi laughs, getting closer and closer to popping his helpless testicles. “Have you actually castrated a male before?” Veronica asks the girls who sadistically torture her boyfriend. “Yes, we have,” Naomi proudly says, “and don’t worry, you’ll get there too.”
“At the very latest you’ll get your chance at the end of your first year. That is actually the main exam at the end,” Alessandra explains, “you will be presented with a naked male feminist, and you have to decide whether you release him, or you castrate him.” Veronica nods, in a way this is a surprise, but it also makes perfect sense. “Of course,” Naomi adds, “you can only continue to study Feminism if you castrate him.” “You wouldn’t be much of a feminist if you didn’t enjoy castrating a beast,” Alessandra comments. “Obviously, why would I ever choose anything else?” Veronica giggles sadistically. Alessandra shrugs, “I don’t know, ever since this exam has been introduced no student ever released the male.” The three girls share a laugh at the thought of the many brutal castrations, while Martin howls in the most horrific agony.
Alessandra and Naomi release the terribly tortured male, “Next time think before you are rude to the superior sex,” Naomi tells the violently sobbing Martin. “Now let us use a funny toy on our beasts,” Alessandra says and go gets the tools. “One nice thing about studying Feminism,” Naomi explains, “is that the department gives out toys like these for free to all students.” Veronica looks at the tools Alessandra brought. “They are called ballcrushers,” Naomi explains, “for obvious reasons.” The girls look at three steel devices, one for each male. One can trap anything in the tool, then crush it between two steel plates. “You can buy all kinds of ballcrushers in fetish stores,” Alessandra adds, “but they often have a safety to protect the eggs. Obviously, the ballcrushers from the department of Feminism have no such safety,” she laughs sadistically.
Each girl grabs one device and goes after her male. Jake and Thomas are in serious pain from their swollen testicles. Martin is in way worse shape, sobbing hard, his testicles are terribly swollen, and he suffers hellish agony. But that’s exactly what the feminists want.
Naomi traps Jake’s testicles in the device and begins to tighten it. Alessandra does the same with Thomas’ testicles, sadistically giggling, “Let’s see who can make the flattest eggs!” Veronica needs a bit of force to get the massively swollen testicles in the device, but she just pushes them in, enjoying the pain this causes Martin. Then she joins her friends in tightening the device.
The girls make quick progress, badly hurting their boyfriends. Naomi smiles sadistically, while Jake screams at the top of his lungs in a really high pitch, his trembling body twists and contorts as the crippling pain quickly increases. Alessandra hums a happy tune, as Thomas howls like a wild animal with tears running down his face, his body trembles and twists in agony that rapidly gets worse.
Veronica is keen to show her new friends how anti-male she is, and that she would never show the inferior sex any mercy. So she tightens the ballcrusher even faster than the others, despite the fact that Martin’s testicles have suffered by far the most. It makes his existence hell. He alternates between howling at the top of his lungs, sobbing violently, and coughing so hard that you’d think his organs are about to come up. The testicular devastation has reached its worst possible level, the male body is simply not able to suffer worse pain, Martin experiences the maximum agony he can.
The three feminists pause and compare their boyfriends’ tortured manhoods. They are all pretty flat, and it’s clearly getting dangerous for the organs. “Any tighter, and they might pop,” Alessandra laughs, and tightens her ballcrusher further. “Isn’t it amazing, how much you can enjoy a beast’s suffering?” Naomi grins and makes her ballcrusher even tighter as well. Veronica, of course, doesn’t hesitate to follow their lead, inflicting true horror on Martin by making his balls even flatter than the others.
“Oh wow, that’s really not safe,” Alessandra laughs when she sees how far Veronica has gone. “I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen eggs this flat,” Naomi ponders, “he must be incredibly close to castration.” “Well, you’ve clearly won,” Alessandra tells a proud and happy Veronica. Then the girls get up and look down on their males, with their testicles trapped in the torture devices. They take a moment just to enjoy the suffering of the inferior sex.
After a few minutes, Naomi eventually releases the sobbing Jake. Alessandra follows and frees Thomas’ badly swollen testicles. Both men are in crippling agony, unable to do anything but scream and cry. Veronica looks at Martin’s monstrously tortured manhood. He is howling like he’s being murdered, sobbing so hard, and frequently coughing. His body bends wildly, and trembles in terrible agony. “You know,” Veronica tells her friends, “I really want to see if I can make them even flatter.” “He’s your property, so you have every right to do that,” Naomi tells her. “Flattening his eggs even more is probably the most feminist thing you can do,” Alessandra grins.
Veronica has made up her mind, no mercy for her boyfriend. Instead, she grabs the ballcrusher, looks at the shockingly flat organs, and without hesitation, tightens the device even further. Martin lets out an inhumanly loud, bloodcurdling scream before suffering a seizure. The girls burst into laughter and enjoy watching him. “Silly male,” Veronica giggles, “as long as you are throwing yourself around like this I can’take that thing off your eggs.”
The girls feel no need to help Martin in any way, they just let the seizure play out. Finally, the broken male passes out. Veronica releases his testicles, they barely survived. Now they are catastrophically swollen and shockingly deformed. Seeing the horrific state of his manhood, all three girls burst into a wild laughing fit. They are laughing in tears and need to support each other so they don’t fall over from laughing so hard. These monstrously tortured testicles are the funniest things these three feminists have ever seen.
Very slowly, Jake and Thomas begin to recover. The girls allow them to crawl into the kitchen and get ice for their badly swollen testicles. When Martin regains consciousness, he quickly starts to scream and sob again, suffering the absolute maximum agony the male body can process. His testicles are in a catastrophic state and need urgent medical care. But that’s not what was about to happen.
Veronica fixates her boyfriend’s manhood, licking her lips: She is so close, she can almost taste the pure please and joy of the one thing all feminists love most, human male castration. Sure, she could retrain Martin, but there are enough pathetic male feminists eager to serve the superior sex. And males are mostly interchangeable anyway, so she doesn’t worry, she’ll find a new slave, maybe even a better slave.
No, her mind is made up. Alessandra and Naomi can see it in her eyes. Excitedly, they tell her that she is doing the right thing. After all, they are feminists, and this is what feminists do.
Alessandra and Naomi grab Martin, turn him on his back, and pin him down. Veronica gets between his legs so that she can look him in the eyes. The three girls share a knowing glance at his horrifically deformed testicles. The defenseless male is sobbing hard, and weakly tries to beg for mercy, but he can barely speak, the pain is too much for his system.
The busty blonde grabs his badly injured organs, one in each hand. The touch alone severely hurts him, and Veronica enjoys it. She looks Martin in the eyes, maybe, partially at least, expecting a connection. But there is nothing. He is a beast, and she is a feminist. They are completely different and have nothing in common. His inferiority gives her every right to do this, she has no doubt about that.
Then she begins to squeeze the dying organs. Not too hard at first, but enough to make Martin scream at the top of his lungs. His trembling body bends as much as the girls let it, as the torture completely breaks the helpless male. Alessandra and Naomi watch with great feminist joy as Veronica squeezes harder and harder, deforming the suffering testicles worse and worse.
Martin’s shrill, inhuman howls make the girls laugh. Veronica slowly bends her finger, pointing her long fingernails at the sack. Then she looks at his face. Their eyes meet briefly as he howls and sobs as hard as he can, suffering horribly. A final test, if there is anything that might make her think twice, that might make her question this choice. But there is nothing, she looks the primitive beast in the eyes and sees what every feminist sees, utter inferiority. There can be no doubt, under feminism, she has every right to castrate him. And so, she will.
Veronica has a special move planned, a little surprise she hopes will impress Alessandra and Naomi. She presses her sharp nails into the weakest spot of the scrotum, on the backside, above the massively swollen testicles, she really hooks her fingers in. Then she forcefully twists the sack to stretch the skin thin, with her sharp nails digging into it. Her friends have no idea what is about to happen. Veronica learned this technique online, in a blog about ballbusting, something that feminists obviously enjoy to read. Now she is very happy that she gets to perform it.
Attacking the skin with her nails, she now forcefully pulls on the tortured sack. This quick, forceful movement is too much for the weak skin of the scrotum, and her sharp fingernails tear it open. As she keeps pulling hard, her fingers penetrate the scrotum and rip it apart until the massively swollen testicles fall out. Martin makes a sound like he’s dying, his body violently shakes in hellish agony. Veronica bursts into laughter, and Alessandra and Naomi shriek with excitement, this is the best thing they’ve ever seen. The sack destroyed, the eggs exposed, the male in hell, his is hilarious.
When the girls calm down again, Veronica grabs the now exposed testicles, one in each hand. Touching the unprotected organs alone sends horrible shockwaves through the broken and defeated male’s body. The girls enjoy watching the inferior sex get truly destroyed.
Laughing with sadistic joy and feminist pleasure, Veronica crushes Martin’s badly injured testicles in her hands. The devastated male lets out bloodcurdling screams and ear-splitting howls, his body violently shakes, he coughs so hard that he spits out blood. Veronica continues to mercilessly hurt him, to cruelly torture his very manhood, to crush the organs that make him male.
As the busty blonde squeezes harder and harder, deforming the testicles more and more, Alessandra and Naomi loudly cheer for her. They are more than impressed, Veronica is awesome, their new friend is a true feminist. Veronica crushes the testicles in her hand with the greatest sadistic joy, sadistically watching them deform, desperately struggling for their life.
When they reach a truly catastrophic shape, Martin violently throws up as catastrophic nausea overcomes him. But all he really feels is mind-shattering, soul-crushing, and body-breaking hellish agony. Endless, infinite, catastrophic testicular agony.
The thin membrane containing his testicles tries to survive, but it has no chance against feminist cruelty. Finally, Veronica crushes her boyfriend’s testicles like cracking open walnuts, the monstrously tortured organs rupture in her hands. Alessandra and Naomi scream, laugh, and cheer, and a very, very excited Veronica squeezes the testicles down until there is nothing left at all. Martin suffers a catastrophic seizure and passes out. Now, feminism has taken his manhood, and he can never get it back. “I guess you can consider this as me breaking up with you, and, you know, literally breaking you,” Veronica laughs.
After celebrating for a while, with the unconscious castrated male just lying on the floor, they call emergency services. Alessandra, Naomi, Veronica, Thomas, and Jake all tell the same story. How a crazed Martin stripped naked, then shocked them by tearing open his scrotum, and then, to their horror, destroyed his own testicles.
The paramedics, all male, are disturbed. The cops are split, the male cops feel sick, while the female cops clearly are working hard to suppress their laughter. But neither men nor women question the story. Sometimes people just have a psychotic break and badly harm themselves, it has happened before. And they have five trustworthy witnesses.
Later, Martin will tell his story, desperately looking for justice. But none of the cops believe his crazy tale. The female cops need to focus on not laughing into his face, while the male cops know that they can’t believe him. After all, young girls becoming so radicalized that they see men as primitive beasts and torture them for fun? Colleges teaching girls human male castration? That all sounds like a crazy conspiracy theory to them. It’s obviously not true, the male cops tell themselves. Their female colleagues agree with them, and, with a smile, add that men have nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.
Happy End