Defense

Since you have no idea what this thing is capable of, you decide to start defensively, waiting to react to whatever it throws at you. You don’t have to wait long. The robot suddenly charges at you and tries to land an uppercut with its “crotch-fist” of sorts. You now become super jumpy in fear of it happening again, but that inevitably causes your defeat. Another scan comes out of the robot as if it’s analyzing your movement, and clearly it is. Your belief is that if you kept jumping, you’d never get hit, but the robot accounts for this, and puts its fist between your legs so that your balls land directly onto it. You freeze and, when the pain hits you, your mouth opens wide and you let out a quiet squeal of pain. The girl, which you forgot existed, says “ouch... that looks like it hurt,” to which you barely respond, “yeah you think?” You try to get back up to standing position, but the pain causes you to fall face forward over the robot, and lay belly down and spread eagle, a **** position to be in. You quickly realize just how **** it is, when your own screams become the only noises you hear. You can’t see the robot behind you, as you’re desperately trying to get away, but all you can feel is the undeniable pain of that fist slamming down onto you poor little balls, and flattening them into the ground. And the robot is relentless. It keeps striking them, cycling between crushing them and squishing them as hard as it could, and slamming it down over and over again like a jackhammer. You’re put through the most intense agony you had ever felt, from the robot’s persistence. But soon, you feel your balls start to give way. The strikes hit the ground and grow louder and louder until suddenly:

*POP* *POP*

Your balls rupture completely, leaving you castrated for life. You let out one last whimper before collapsing and passing out. The last thing you hear is the doctor exclaiming, “excellent! Test success!” Then him pressing buttons as you go **** from the overwhelming pain.