A grab of your balls to inspect her handiwork so far

Wishing to feel if she has castrated you, Tanya shifts her hold, gripping you by your hair to hold you upright as she slaps her hand hard between your legs.

You gasp and cry out as her thick, strong fingers dig into your small testicles with no concern for your reproductive health. Tanya’s squeezes your nuts hard, her fingers kneading your swollen, softened glands until the spongy flesh is distended. You feebly grab her wrist with both hands, **** to free your mangled gonads from her vicious crush.

Tanya laughs and ignores your pitiful, weak efforts. She briefly considers tearing your small, useless nuts off. She feels a wave of disappointment upon finding your eggs still intact, if somewhat shriveled and mushy. Her near-orgasm wanes quickly, filling her with slight rage.

You scream as Tanya suddenly gives your tender scrotum a sharp twist while she taunts, “What’s the matter, wimp? Bitch got your balls?” Tanya’s vice grip exposes some of the smooth pink flesh of your scrotum entwined with the thin spandex of your thong. She tightens her fist around your nuts, squishing them to the threshold of integrity.

Brutalized beyond your endurance, you mercifully pass out.