Checks testicle strength

“Time to begin test one, pressure point”

You feel her grab your right nut painfully, the very touch of her skin on the exposed organ making your stomach squirm. She reaches over to a table and lifts a tool similar to a pair of pliers but with an adjustable screw and two egg cup shaped grips at the end.

She inserts your testicle between the grip, then begins tightening the screw, closing the device around your nut. The pain has you shaking in place as the edges of the grip grow closer, cruelly crushing your nut between.

Slowly she turns the screw, extracting strained whines of pain from you as you feel your nut struggling to hold out. She makes a quick note, looking at your trembling testicle, and you’re sure another turn might spell it’s end. She looks to you with a gleam In her eye, before reaching up and giving another twist on the screw.

“Splurt”

You feel the pain of your testicle splitting at the seam between the grips, some of its contents bulging out, you struggle to stay conscious. “Ah, 16psi, testicle failure.” You hear through the haze of pain, and feel her undoing the screw, relieving the pressure on the testicle but none of the pain. You look down shakily at your busted spud, a clear dent in its side where some of its contents had been **** out.

“Mmmm, that does look inviting, I normally try to remain professional during an examination, but seeing your organ hanging their reminds me of a delicacy from my youth, I sssimply must try a sample” she says reaching out and pinching your nut between her thumb and finger.

She lowers her head to below you orbs and pain overwhelms you as your feel her crushing the ball between her finger, forcing its contents out through the split and into her waiting mouth. “Ummph, it’s even sssweeter than I remember” she says passionately, wrong the nut for all it’s worth.

Just when you think she can’t get anymore out, a foreign sensation cuts through the pain and your realise she’s using her tongue to lick out what remains inside the testicle wall, each twist of the tongue feeling like sandpaper on the inside of the testicle.

“Don’t worry I’ll preserve what’s left” she says and you feel cold steel press just above what’s left of your empty nut, before a slicing noise leaves you with just a burning sensation at the end of the cord. You look down in horror at the sight of her holding the hollowed out husk of what was once your testicle. You finally pass out.