You're sent to the castration lab...

Gassornaut has no pity for men who disobey her: whatever your sperm quality, it wasn't enough to save you...

The orcess scowls at you before standing up, and waving over another female orc. Their short white nurse dress exposes her thick, but muscled green thighs... "Yes ma'm?" She asks, while Gassornaut is still wiping your load off her face! There's all kinds of cumwads stuck in her hair.

She points a finger furiously at some double doors on the back wall. "Queue him for castration! We're behind our ball quota anyway." She commands with fury. She looks on you with utter hatred: a disobedient male who failed to satisfy her desire for control...

You gulp dryly- you're not thirsty or anything, but you feel a shrill fear that makes your throat quiver. You don't want to lose your balls! You squirm and try to get up, but the orc nurse quickly pins you down and easily overpowers you.

You feel no aggression in her touch or demeanor. Her eyes regard you calmly, like a patient in need of medicine. "Of course." She coldly replies: she frees you from Gassornaut's restraints, but soon after forces you onto a hospital gurney bed on wheels and straps your wrists and ankles down in it with leather buckle-straps. You can't break free!

Calmly, she stands before your naked feet and drives your nude body past the double doors. When you look at her face, she shows you a reassuring smile: she's pretty! The nurse has sharp, graceful features and an angular jawline, complimented nicely by her black bob-cut of short hair.

Her smile holds for as long as you look at her. "Don't worry. It's just your balls, your dick will be fine." She assures you; your face wrinkles and you almost whimper... "B- but, I don't want to lose my balls! It was an accident, I... please help me!" You plead as she calmly wheels you through some white hallways full of gray doors.

She winks at you. "But we are helping you. Don't you know?" She asks, sporting a confident grin. "Castration is a once-in-a-lifetime pleasure, and I'm taking you to the best Castratrix in the world." Your pretty nurse promises. You barely notice her small tusks.

You feel defeated. You're so screwed- "Oh..." You weakly murmur. You've tried fighting these restraints, but it's just no good.

Finally, you pass another pair of doors into what looks like a state-of-the-art operating room. There's a gynecology chair, a clinical bed, some countertops cluttered with rare medicines and balms, some stools and... a suspicious shelf.

The shelf is mostly full with opaque white jars. There's a name on each and a black-and-white photo of a man's face on each. You can barely see two egg-shaped orbs floating in each jar... and you panic when you realize it's testicles in them!

Your face completely drains of all color. You're breathing erratically- ... but, then a soft green hand strokes your face. "Don't be so afraid. I'm leaving you in good hands." Your nurse again assures you, with a heartful gaze from her brown eyes on your own. You're so afraid. But her comfort does make you feel a little better...

She shows you a proud nod and leaves out the way she came. You watch her fine legs strut, your mind a mix longing and terror.

You hear some high-heels clicking behind you... "Hello, sweetie! I'm so glad you made it here." A husky, womanly voice resounds from behind you.