Yes- you are castrated by Mursola.

Mursola rolls a tray of tools near, among which is an out-of-place pair of lacy pink panties. She tosses them over your face, covering your eyes-! All you can see are the vague shapes of the lights across the ceiling: you're blindfolded... -and the panties smell used.

Mursola cups and rolls your balls in her left hand. "Those are mine. You can keep the panties after this! I wore them all day yesterday." She offers, almost a consolation prize...

Your legs rise in the stirrups and you hear clinking metal around- there's a pause, while Mursola still cups your balls but pulls them as low as they will go, then she halts. You feel a pleasant tingling dip into the neck of your scrotum- almost like you had an itch you scratched just right- and it traces around in a complete circle about the top of your ballbag. It feels refreshing, but you get the chills...

The sound of something wet sliding away and being dropped in one of Mursola's metal trays is heard before you hear Mursola's voice- "That was the point of no return, darling. I've removed their bag, and your boy-fruits look absolutely gorgeous naked." Again compliments your depraved doctor. Your nuts feel cold and they're hanging even lower... then, a warm heat engulfs them!

You know that texture- it's Mursola's mouth! She's licking and carefully sucking on your balls, but the sensation is so powerful, your neck flexes and your toes curl in overstimulation-! It's like being tickled, but it's damn hot and you feel raw pleasure of a complexity you've never experienced before: her tongue's texture didn't feel nearly as **** on your dick...

You feel a tender pinch on each of your cords, which Mursola's hands are fondling: the tubes leading to your testes are carefully bound by some kind of thread, in knots you can't identify. Your dick is oozing precum while she preparea her work...

Then, her lips pull off, and you feel one of your cords softly open and part from you, but you're not sure what she uses: you feel a blank sensation where your right ball used to be, and then the wet 'plop' of her dropping it into a jar of preserving fluid.

You feel no pain: you'd compare the sensations to a massage, although they're like nothing else. You groan with relief... but your body is tight and your stomach twists a little. The soft pads of your chair comfort you as you relax at Mursola's mercy.

Thick cum oozes again from your dick as you again feel that soft splitting-and-separating feeling on your other cord. You're just imaging Mursola's busty green body leaning over yours, breasts hovering over your engorged dick...

You hear a catch in her voice- "Y-yes, yes! We did it!" She cries out almost tearily. She's breathing heavy, too! You can hear it...

There's more tender rubs and prods that cross through your crotch: it feels like laces, you're thinking... and then you feel Mursola's hands rubbing at your oddly light and vacant crotch where your balls used to be.

She pulls her panties off your face, first showing you the smile of a truly happy woman...