Rush towards it

(warring, pretty violent, not for the feint of heart.)

In a final mad ash towards the door, you push your body to it's very limits to reach way out. Your clit aches, your leg's weaken, and even now the roof has seem to be touching your back as you run. Soon enough you **** to drop to your belly, crawling on the floor to reach the door. After scrapping your knees, and elbows, you make it. YES! You made it, you reach for the handle and-oh no, no no no! The door is lock. With no hope left, you lay on the floor waiting to be crush, completely given up.

As the hall was about to crush you, it stops. Your not getting crushed, however your stuck, you can't move. You do attempt to move around, maybe even slowly crawl forward. These attempts quickly stop, as you feel your large Clit get graded? Greatly confused on why you feel a hand, you struggled to glance your head back, finding a slight glow on the nearby rocks where ass is. The very same glows appears infront of you, shifting your head forward, you see glowing text on the ground. Looking at it, you slowly start to realize what it is, a magic spell specific one called "Phantom Grasp."

As soon you finish reading the text, transparent phantom hands shoot out of the glowing text and rocket towards all over your body. You feel two palms grabbing your tits, with three more moving towards baby maker, grabbing your uterus, plus both of your ovaries. Every part of your women hood has been ensnare, with each one slowly crushing everyone.

The first things to go out are your weakest parts, your ovaries usual have the protection of being hidden away inside, however suffering a direct attack like this quickly flats them causing them to explode inside you. You left a screech of pure pain, before getting followed up by sickly groaning, next up would your uterus as it slowly get's crushed before it then erupts with more pain, as you feel the other hands from before work together to fully destroy it. Finally, your tits keep getting pulled and pulled, reaching their limit before POP POP. You violently cry more, as you feel your tits rupture by the hands from the spell.

The pain you feel is too much for anyone person to bear, you lay stuck in corner crying as you feel everything that made you a women be destroyed, well...almost everything. With one finally farewell gift, the very first hand you felt continues to keep ahold of your swollen clit. With one simple squeeze, he would POP your sensitive clit. The extra pain your clit finally breaks you. Your mouth foaming, and eyes rolling into the back of your head, you finally faint from everything.

Status report: Not pretty. Two rupture boobies, completely castrated and you're swollen clit popping as well.