Author: Priapus Title: Busting a Nut Part: 6 of 6 Summary: A man is lured out of a strip club to a palatial estate and finds himself the guest of honor at an orgiastic celebration. Keywords: MF, MM, M+F+, Fdom, cbt, fist, rape, tort, nc, snuff, rim, vore Universe: Scythian Sisterhood Busting a Nut Priapus <priapic_wonder@yahoo.com> http://castrisecret.tumblr.com/ He felt his face, controlled by the chains that bound him to the dangling chair, turned away from the crowd, toward the back of the arena. Pandora stepped back, revealing the monitor with blood red numbers: “00:15, 00:14, 00:13…” She knelt down to whisper in his ear. “Sorry if you thought that was the countdown for the timer. I just wanted the crowd to count down your orgasm, you filthy rapist.” John’s head was turned upward again. Melinda slid down, putting the mouth of her pussy right over this mouth, still held firmly open by the ring gag. Pandora continued, “There, now the time is up…I suppose my favorite initiates are going to become Sisters tonight after all.” Pandora slid two fingers into the redhead’s fuzzy pussy, and the victim, still in shock at what had happened, what was about to happen, felt her shiver and heard her moan at the gentle loving touch of her mistress. Melinda slid the rest of the way down and off, making sure she spent a long moment rubbing his face with her wet twat before she dismounted. The two girls took positions at either side of the stool that held the fiendish device containing John’s condemned testicles. It started as a single voice, and as Calliope placed her hand on the brass lever, it became an insistent chant in low tones. “Bust a nut! Bust a nut!...” The naked blonde brought the lever down for the first stroke, gears spun, and John felt a lancing hot pain at the base of his scrotum as the skin was neatly and precisely removed. He screamed, but no one paid the slightest attention. The intact bag of skin was pushed out of the brass mechanism, and his blood started to flow from the opening where it had emerged, just a trickle now. Melinda picked up the empty sack and danced over to where Joy was seated. Sometime early in the countdown, Pandora had given the signal to end the fisting of the consort, and he now lay across Sister Joy’s lap, where she comforted his aching asshole with gentle touches, and rewarded him for his bravery with loving strokes of his long hard cock. The young woman provided the real guest of honor with the offering. Joy examined the pouch of skin for a moment with a serious expression, then smiled broadly and held the bloody empty bag aloft for the crowd to admire. They continued their chant, and augmented it with a burst of applause. At the controls of the device, Calliope rolled the wheel that closed the brass cylinder around John’s right nut. As Pandora promised, the skinned left nut slid out of the empty place that would have held the second chamber and lay in a puddle of its own gore on the wooden surface of the stool. Calliope extended her delicate finger and nudged it over the edge of the stool, so it dangled, dripping red, while she continued her destruction of the other one. The left testicle was firmly clamped in the cylinder, and Calliope slowly started to push the lever down that forced the piston in, crushing the defenseless organ. John’s constant, pathetic screaming was beginning to annoy Pandora, so she unclipped the chains that held his head in place, and straddled his face again. This time she used the chains to pull his face tightly against her gushing pussy, his nose burrowing between her ass cheeks. He had to stop screaming, though the pain in his left nut was excruciating, intolerable; in this position he couldn’t breathe to scream. Pandora couldn’t hold the chains as tightly as the pulleys could, so he struggled, and was able to wiggle his face against her, though not enough to breathe. The effect was exactly as she desired, bringing Pandora to the edge of climax as Calliope flipped the switch and spewed his crushed testicle through the tiny valve. His suffocated thrashing, his airless scream, brought her the release she needed, and she slumped over his near-unconscious body in shattering orgasm, releasing his head and allowing him a gasping, painful breath at last. His eyes showed red blotches from the near suffocation he suffered between her legs. Calliope unclamped the bloody brass instrument from the stool, feeding the victim’s one remaining testicle carefully through the opening as she removed the device. John’s blood pumped more freely now through the dangling connections of his destroyed right nut. Calliope moved the stool aside to make room for her red-haired partner. John’s body was exhausted, unable to struggle, overwhelmed with pain and close to shock. But his cock, enhanced by the drugs Pandora had provided, still stood erect and covered with his own mixture of blood and cum, throbbing over the shattered wreckage of his left nut. Melinda stood between his legs, smiling, and then brought her hand to her face. When she smiled again the ivory white of her teeth was covered with a shiny metal glint. Her device of choice was far more personal than the Orchimedian machine. A pair of sharp steel jaws was all she desired. She knelt between his legs and raised the gory, dangling left nut to her lips. At first she gently suckled it in her mouth, savoring the taste of John’s blood, and the spatter of cum that had dribbled back down his shaft onto his denuded testicle. The feeling was soothing to the tortured prisoner, at first. Then he felt the edge of the sharp jaws scraping painfully against him. Once the metal made contact she wasted little time. Holding the slippery gonad firmly with her delicate fingers, she felt for a point about a third of the way from the end, set the blades in place, and quickly and mercilessly closed her jaws. Blood and semen gushed from the severed and rapidly deflating organ. She swallowed gleefully. Her stepfather had always made her swallow his cum when he raped her mouth, and she had always fantasized about biting his cock and balls off and swallowing his mangled manhood as he screamed. She dropeed one hand between her own legs as the blood rand down her face and neck, onto her pale pillowy tits, and as soon as she touched her throbbing clit she was rocking in orgasm. John screamed, but no sound emerged as he felt like he had been impaled with a white-hot iron from his crotch through his spine. Frenzied with bloodlust she chomped again, biting off and swallowing another big chunk of his mangled nut. She tried again but there was not enough surface for the bladed teeth to grab purchase, and instead she chomped through the vas deferens, nerves and blood vessels, taking the last chunk into her mouth. She was careful not to swallow. Melinda finished quaking in orgasm, her victims blood spraying from the severed arteries onto her naked chest. Pathetic, nutless John, with his nerves severed, only felt the phantom pain of his missing jewels, mercifully less excruciating than the pain of their destruction. He was a eunuch now, and tears flowed wetly down his face as he mourned his lost manhood. Melinda slipped the metal blades out of her mouth. Covered with the spatter of her crime, she stepped forward to gloat over the maimed prisoner. She brought her full red lips to his, he tasted his own blood and cum as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. He started to gag as she spit the last remaining chunk of his testicles onto his tongue. She rose up above him, wiping her face with one hand and using one finger to push the remnant into his throat. “You can swallow your own nut, or choke to death on it. I don’t care either way.” He knew she was right, and his drive for self-preservation took over as he ruefully swallowed the last trace of his own manly power.