Dr. Johnson

For a moment, seeing the woman's red face and swollen clit, you want to go first. But, oh, you love to tease yourself. Dr. Johnson is just as eager as you, so why not let her get off first? You smile as you get comfortable and pull Dr. Johnson to sit on your thigh.

You undo her skirt and slip your hand in, feeling her wet cunt on your fingers has her chuckling, "Such a gentleman."

"I am anything but."

She wraps her arms around your neck for support and resumes her mission to castrate the man. Her robot springs back to life, hitting the bruised balls and earning sobs. His balls, you note, are a beautiful shade of purple, almost black. His face is twisted in agony and Dr. Johnson is moaning as you finger her.

The woman is still sobbing, but has stopped screaming since the **** on her cunt has stopped. For now.

Dr. Johnson lets her machine go wild. The machine has latched onto the man's balls with two metallic fists and has begun to wheel backwards. They stretch and stretch until they can't possibly give any more.

The man seems to have found his voice again, his eyes are wide and ****. "Please, please stop! Please, don't!"

Dr. Johnson looks at you and you smirk, giving a slow nod as you begin to relentlessly rub her clit just the way she likes it. She is lost in the bliss, just for a second, before she presses her a command on her remote.

The man shrieks like he never has before as the robot moves back more. His sac strains and slowly the skin gives and rips away. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he shakes and than promptly passes out.

Dr. Johnson grabs your shoulder as she fucks herself on your hand, moaning as she climaxes. You chuckle as her slick rushes down your hand and arm. Her robot comes forward and drops the severed sac at your feet. You smirk and stomp your foot down, the intact orbs give and pop audibly, splattering on the floor and your favorite dress shoes.

"My turn?" You smile and Dr. Johnson undoes your pants, letting your memeber spring free.

"Of course." Dr. Johnson kisses your cheek and takes you in hand. She begins stroking and you can't hold back a manic little giggle as you make eye contact with the woman.

She had watched on in horror as Dr. Johnson castrated the man and now you will do the same to her.

You enter a command and your robot springs to life once more. It doesn't hesitate and slams a hard fist into her sore clit. She screams and her once quiet sobs were loud once more. Your robot hits and hits and hits, the little nub is traveling upward, trying to escape the metallic fist. Dr. Johnson teases the head of your cock and you enter a new command.

The fist is gone and the pincer returns. You grin and the girl shrieks, "You demented freak! You sick fuck!"

The pincers grip her clit, roll it between the solid pieces of metal, and Dr. Johnson's hand speeds up. She looks at you, smiles, and gives you a small kiss behind your ear. "Destroy her."

You oblige.

The pincers squeeze and twist, relentlessly. The woman lets out a loud, piercing almost inhuman shriek as her clit pops. She goes slack and your head falls back as you moan out your orgasm. You feel your cum hit your shirt and Dr. Johnson milks you for all your worth.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You feel a kiss on your cheek and another on the corner of your mouth. You're so spent, you barely have the stregnth to crack open your eye.

Dr. Johnson has a satisfied smile on her face. "Some other time?"

"Oh, yes!" You agree.