Chops Them Off

She grasps your sack right at the base, before pulling your balls down to the bottom. She pulls them so tightly you worry they may be plucked straight from the vine before she even has time to complete her punishment, but it doesn't happen. She then pulls out a line of string and ties your sack at the root, done to keep you from bleeding.

"You have only yourself to blame, keep your secrets."

You shake your head no, your lip quivering slightly but it is no use.

*SLICE*

It takes you a second to even realise it has happened, only fully sinking in as she holds your ballsack up in her hand. She puts her knife down before batting your sack back and forth, and squeezing it like a stress ball - taunting you, even after taking your manhood.

She then leaves through the adjacent door, your sack still dangling in her grasp. God knows what will happen to it, and God knows what will happen to your next pair.