Meet Mursola, your very own Castratrix!

Your neck turns to follow that voice. She does not make you look for long- ... at your bedside now is an absolutely stunning Orc woman! She's wearing just red silk cords in a mockery of clothes. They cup and frame her pert DD-cup breasts, the erect nipples of which point right at your face.

There's something mesmeric about those dark-green teats. The rest of her is basically unclothed too- just wrapped in small red silk cords that bind to silver rings holding her shibari-like 'clothes' on her busty body.

A soft green hand immediately clutches your ballsack. You flinch and expect it to hurt- ... but... she starts rubbing it instead? Her palm cups your whole scrotum, while the orc woman's thumb gently rubs along the contours of your testicles.

You look her way: half her head is shaved, the other half has long neon blue hair. She's not as young as the nurse- looks to be in her thirties- but she's gorgeous! Plump black lips shine with a dark gloss on her face. "Hmhm! Congratulations." She says with a glance of her crimson eyes to your own.

She continues fondling your balls... "Your balls are bigger than the average! I'd say these are fantastic specimens. I can't wait to put them in a jar..." She remarks lavishly. You swear you see her nipples harden even more. You even see some wet smears on her bare inner thighs, trailing up to her glistening dark-green pussylips.

You feel aroused and threatened at the same time. This woman looks like she genuinely wants to fuck you- hard! But, the way she's carressing your balls... her touch is skilled and purposeful. She's evaluating your manhood constantly.

It may not be a good thing that she likes you... "My name is Mursola, this lab's Castratrix. I've collected hundreds of pairs. Each is a special moment-" She begins, before gently pinching and tugging along your testicular cords- you feel them relax, resting heavier on the orc's soft palm.

You're just wide eyed, quietly listening to the Castratrix while your erection stands up swollen and proud again. "-some men even pay me for this, or come far to experience my treatment. I know you're afraid and confused. But do relax." She urges, before sitting at a stool near your bedside.

Now, both her hands envelop and massage your balls. She does squeeze them- but she stops each contraction just before it hurts, causing waves of tender relief to surge through your balls. A testicle massage! You'd never heard of such a thing, but it's good...

You are shown a warm and friendly smile from your horny orcess doctor, although she's dressed more like a fetish prostitute... "You are going to feel so much pleasure, and no pain. I am a master of castration. More than all that, though... giving me your balls is an honor few men enjoy in all their lives." She explains to you, before leaning over your crotch.

She lays wet, nasty kiss into them, smearing her tongue over your scrotum and leaving a black lipstick-mark on them. You feel your heart flutter; she's attractive, and her own weird way, she's very into you! You almost long for her attention...

The Castratrix goes back to carefully but thoroughly massaging your balls. She does it with such attention, you wonder if it is an important part of the process. "So just answer me one question. By now... aren't you at least curious? It is the ultimate sexual surrender to a woman, so enjoyable it's not really a sacrifice..." She asks and explains, all with an eagerness in her voice.

You feel compelled to answer.