They brought the guy to my palace. His hands cuffed with a device that attached the cuffs to his neck, so that he could almost protect his groin (but not quite, of course). Oh, I haven’t even introduced. So I’m the queen of the queendom. I’m your biggest nightmare if you possess testicles. Our queendom holds men as slaves, but you probably already guessed that. I got light brown skin, and blonde frizzy hair. My outfit consists of black vines that entangle my body, but it circumvents my breasts. My ass cheeks are also bare, but over my crack a single black vine walks. My pussy is bare, but a loincloth made of beaded crystals covers it. Two vines go around the lips, and one goes through the middle, but only touches my clitoris. The guy was conscious again when they arrived to my throne, too bad for him.

I started: “Welcome to our queendom, starting today you won’t have any rights, as you should. I will test your worth now, so we know what type of slave you should become”. I walked up to him, inspecting him. “hmm, I see, you have a penis?” He didn’t understand and nodded. “Oh but that means you’re worth nothing” I said smiling, with that I grabbed his balls tightly. Cindy and Joanne tried to stop themselves from laughing out loud. He looked at me trembling, “ah…no”. “YES!”, I said, and I started to increase the pressure. The guy looking panicked went “ahhh” repeatedly, first softly and kept eye contact with me, but soon enough he started screaming it out “AAAHHH” with shorter intervals and faced the ground. His confused dick became hard. I stopped increasing the pressure, and kept it there. “This is all the test is, boy”, I yelled. Suddenly he started twitching. The girls laughed out loud now, but I acted as if I wasn’t amused: “If you already can’t handle this, we should just already castrate you”. His repeated “AAHHH”s turned into attempts to yell “NO”. “Then stop whimpering… or should I say: take it like a man*” I doubled the pressure. “OOOOOHHHHHH”, his legs gave away and now he hung by his balls. I let go, I didn’t want his sack to rip off this soon. “How pathetic”, he started to attempt to crawl away. “Girls!”, they each grabbed one leg, opening them and pulled him back towards me. I started kicking the shit out of his balls from behind. With every kick I angrily shouted: “YOU – CAN’T – EVEN – TAKE – A SIMPLE – SQUEEZING – LITTLE – BITCH?” KICK – KICK – KICK, I continued. After one minute of kicking I paused: “If this is already too much for you, you’re not gonna survive one day here” KICK – KICK – KICK – KICK “we should just castrate you now” KICK – KICK “don’t think we’re gonna get soft on you just because you’re weak” KICK – KICK – KICK – KICK – KICK -… after a while the guy started making weird noises and then vomiting. Cindy and Joanne looked at each other, and then disgusted at the man. I stopped: “Perhaps I have gone too far”. I picked him up and held the back of his head close to my bosom. “We just do this to scare off the newbies, you get that right?”, he was too much in pain to answer. “Let me apologize”, my hand went slowly to his dick and I started stroking it: “Is that better?”. “Y-yeah”, he could finally mutter. He was hard, “shall I finish it off?”, I asked. “Yes, p-please”. My knee went up his scrotum from behind and I started to torture the guy again. “DON’T – FUCKING – RUIN – MY – CARPET – EVER – AGAIN”. Still holding his dick that started to become limper and limper and with one hand on his chest I continued kneeing the guy constantly, trying to make every knee harder than the one before. Cindy and Joanne were now both looked in awe at my cruelty. Cindy still had a bit of a smile left. They realized they had a lot to learn still. After 50 knees he stopped giving much response and eventually his body became completely limp. I kicked twice after that and then tossed the guy: “it’s not fun when they don’t respond”.

Later we discovered he had died.



*A phrase we’re familiar with from ancient times, but only used ironically today of course

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