--The following series does/will contain heavy: ballbusting, pegging, sounding, torture, rape, death. As well as a whole slew of whatever else comes with extreme femdom--
This story also involves graphic castrations and implied death. If you don’t wish to read it, stop when you see the name Lyra.
It shouldn’t need to be said, but this is all pure fantasy. If anything mentioned above gets you tripped up, I suggest going somewhere else.
“Fair maidens of the Sunlethe Empire, I welcome you to Junia Academy!”
The woman raised her arms up, absorbing the fresh red sun as well as the glowing cheers of swaying girls. Dressed in white shoulder plates and mail leggings, her entire tan midsection was exposed to the entire Empire. Her natural tits and toned stomach pressed against the seam of the V-shaped plating covering her flanks.
“Iris, can you believe it? It's the Empires Lone Legion, Neri Flare.” Pointed Sirena.
Sirena groped her childhood friend’s right breast with excitement, feeling up the fleshy substance, knowing there wouldn’t be any repercussions. Sirena cherished Iris’s embarrassed scowl. How her pouty face conveyed her discomfort and annoyances. Sirena stuck her pink tongue out, her dimples creased into her freckled face.
“Sirena! Don’t be so frisky, we’re supposed to pay attention.” Iris hushed; she placed her hand over Sirena’s squishy face, boring her misty blue eyes into her troublesome friends jade green haze.
Sirena lapped her tongue over Iris’s palm. The blue-eyed beauty gasped and retracted her hand; she wiped the slobber along her white sundress.
“But Iris, it’s Neri! Wasn’t it just 3 years ago she defeated the Rosalan Alliance? She walked right through their combined armies and kicked that fat shithead in the balls so hard, he became a eunuch?” Sirena giggled.
“Language!” Iris blushed.
Even though Sirena and Iris inhabited the same plot of land on the outskirts of the Empire, their demeanor and attitude were worlds apart. Iris was always the more reserved, kindhearted girl on the farm, always watching out for the working men, and merchants traveling the beaten path. Sirena on the other hand, while also kindhearted, showed her affection and appreciation in a different way.
“Today, you will begin your own personal voyage!” Neri boomed.
While bombastic as ever, her voice was shaky. Not in a nervous sense, more so, she was choosing her words with care.
“As you all know, as our great Sunlethe Empire expands, and our spoils and assets increase, we see a need to employ our healthy population of young maidens to aid in our dominance!”
A wave of squeals rolled over the green hilly field. Eager young women from far countryside's to innermost cities expressed their excitement to serve for the glory of the Sunlethe Empire.
“With the help of your instructors, you will learn the ways of dominating the opposition! From logistical perspectives to intimate, you will be the secret weapon of our glorious Empire!”
More roars erupted from the depths of the crowd; the eager maidens jumped with excitement.
“Intimate domination?” Iris questioned, cocking her neck back.
“Doesn’t that sound fun? Right Iris?” Sirena gasped; she hung to Iris, rubbing her modest chest on her gorgeous friend.
“I don’t know what that means.” Iris protested.
The silvery blonde-haired girl looked at her bare feet. While beautiful, they were caked in a thin blanket of dirt.
“I just hope by coming here we can get some better clothes. Ours are nearly at their end.” Iris sighed.
Growing up where they did, Iris and Sirena’s clothes were torn and old.
“I think you look beautiful. All your holes are just in the right places!” Sirena giggled.
The red-head poked her finger through one of Iris’s spotted tears, one that was over her left cheek. She squirmed her finger around, pressing into Iris’s soft flesh.
“Sirena!” Iris blushed, covering her plump bottom. “Not here!”
“What’s the big deal?” Sirena chuckled; she groped Iris’s entire cheek, trying to evoke more squeals. “Seriously? Why are you worried? Junia Academy is an all-girls school, no dude is going to see your fat rear. Besides look at Neri, you can almost see her nipples!” Sirena pointed.
Neri Flare was still giving her long dry speech, addressing all the young women, inspiring them. Every breath she took, her golden-brown breasts pressed and heaved against her light armor.
“Yhea, but Neri is different! She’s one of the strongest warrior-nobles in the Empire! No man would dare cross her!” Iris hushed.
“Warrior-noble definitely, but she also radiates an unbeatable aura. I heard anytime a man, noble or not, stares at her, she puts them in their place by driving her knee or fist into their balls!”
Iris shuddered, imagining Neri Flame driving her powerful knee into a nobleman's nutsack. Possessing strength greater than most men, direct strikes to the testicles from her would incapacitate anyone. Her nuanced way of dealing with mounting armies was legendary if not infamous. Iris could see why. Neri’s legs were strong enough to crush a human skull at multiple angles and with different methods.
Neri cleared her throat, attempting to gather all the gleeful girl's attention. It was clear they were captivated by her body and past accomplishments of valor and violence.
“As I was saying! Junia Academy is the apex of learning for all young maidens of the Sunlethe Empire! I’m sure many of you young ones have heard the tales. I can assure you personally, they are all true!” Neri boomed.
The milling group of girls erupted in a reinvigorated surge of clicking conversations. Iris scanned the delighted crowd. Their dimpled and pristine faces all reflected the same knowledge.
“Sirena, do you know what she’s talking about?” Iris whispered.
The red-head couldn’t respond. Not over the roaring conversations, and dull stamps of eager women. Not over her own childish squeals.
“Well! Your wonderful, and totally appropriate reaction, is all that I need to hear!” Neri raised her right arm. Her toned forearm glistened; a light sweat forming at the skin. She was pointing. “Our new students, filter through the purple archway! March towards your destiny, as the proud and dominant maidens of our glorious Empire!”
Iris poked her head through the crowd, identifying the front entrance to the grand Junia Academy. The swelling cohort of eager women was a beast of its own. Moving as one, they pressed forward.
“Hurry up Iris! I can’t wait any longer!” Sirena giggled; she slapped Iris’s plump, perfect ass, forcing her reserved friend forward.
Iris let out a small squeak. She was really going forward with it, entering Junia Academy. Her chest heaved up, her courage and heart swelling, tandem to her determined footsteps. This was goodbye to her dull, uneventful life as a countryside farmer.
It was exciting, knowing in several steps her life would be changed for the better. The positive jeers of her beautiful peers thrusted her literally and figuratively forward. These were Iris’s first bold steps to becoming a true woman of the Sunlethe Empire.
Contrary to the hype Neri had used to stoke their souls, the first day was uneventful at best. The second day however, was abnormal in definition, juxtaposition driving the uncanny emotions. Leaving one of many dormitories, they set out to explore the gorgeous grounds.
Iris and Sirena both loosely followed each other, down the wide halls, through courtyard arches, along peaceful stones caked in tickling moss. They laughed and pointed at the wide koi in the lily draped ponds and rivers. They shed a tear, watching a family of blue bird's squirm in a low branch of a cherry tree.
“Look! The other girls are going to the auditorium, our first lessons should be in there!” Sirena pointed.
Iris squinted though the bright light of the early sun, watching the vines sway over the white building at the end of the courtyard. That was when she heard the commotion, as well as saw the first demonstration of a wicked intimacy.
Hordes of young women squealed and pointed, watching the crawling man display his engorged genitals to the courtyard.
“What is the Goddess’s name is that thing?” Sirena pointed; she stuck her finger out right where his dick and balls lined with her green eyes.
Iris gasped and covered her mouth. While it was far from the first time she had seen a man's penis, the perceived notions she carried into Junia Academy had been shattered; his naked nature was far from the most shocking aspect.
“Come on, let's get closer and see!” Sirena said; she pulled Iris's frilly sleeve.
“Wait, Sirena!” Iris hissed.
Iris was dragged through the grouped maidens; still in awe, they parted for Iris and Sirena, like loose seaweed.
“What do you suppose that woman is doing?” Sirena giggled.
She was referring to the towering beauty, standing over the cowering man. She was well over a head taller than all of the fresh maidens, including the likes of someone like Neri Flame. Her scanty clothing also surpassed the likes of the Lone Legion of the Empire. She was wearing a near-transparent gown. A thin silk strap prevented it from slipping from her wide creamy hips. Her entire top half was only covered in a thin silk wrap. Her beautiful pink nipples slipped from the taunt fabric.
“Holy shit.” Sirena breathed.
The black-haired beauty smirked, tugging the leash in her hand up to her breast. The man lurched up, panting like a dog. A thick, black collar constricted his thin neck, tethering him to his master. She flicked her long hair in one motion, exposing her bare shoulders to the congregation of young women.
“Hello young ladies.” She smiled; her voice was strong, but sweet at the same time.
The 20-odd girls nervously looked at the woman, then back to her pet. For many, it was the first time they had seen a fully naked man. Him being especially close, they could practically feel the warmth and pressure of his shaky body.
“Don’t mind me, I’m only out to give my pet his daily walk, as well as a drink.” She smiled.
The man looked up at his tall master. His big, brown doe eyes permeated out his inner pain, and clear displeasure. The busty beauty shot him a nasty glare; a second later, she ejected a thick blob of prime spit.
“You pathetic pig. Getting hard in front of the new young maidens. Even though it’s in your nature, you should be ashamed, knowing the displeasure you’re causing.”
The man looked on the verge of tears, his wet eyes twinkling in the light. His master spat on him again, adding to his already damp face.
“Kneel back, ass on the stone.” She commanded; quickly, she scanned the congregate of maidens, she gave them another warm smile. “Please, don’t be alarmed. I know this can all be a little overwhelming at the start.”
The woman parted her legs slightly, sticking one of her manicured feet out from the sultry gown.
“You should be ashamed!” She barked; quickly, she slammed her slim foot down on his throbbing penis, directing it downwards.
He cried out; dirty mouth wide open. He looked down at the damage she was inflicting. His master was rubbing his swelled tip into the stone of Junia Academy. While his member was small, it was just long enough for her to mash his sorry tip into the stone.
“Sirena. Is she killing him?” Iris squeaked, whispering into her captivated companion.
Strangely enough, the kneeling man was letting her mash his bare tip into the stone. His hands were still firmly pressed on his bare back, giving her complete access to his genitalia.
“Apologize to them. Now.” Commanded his master.
“Good maidens! I apologize for subjecting you to my erect penis. It’s my fault!” He wailed.
Iris swore he was on the verge of unconsciousness. His collar looked tight; the pain being applied looked unbearable. All the other maidens were still entranced by it. None of them stepped up to stop the cruel display of dominance.
“And never forget it.” The woman hissed; she took her petite foot off his erection, letting it slap against his flat, tense stomach. He yelped.
Iris could barely keep her eyes on his twitching member. While the skin hadn’t been broken, it was throbbing red; small indents from the stone were still imprinted in the sensitive skin. The woman sighed.
“Sorry he had to bother you all this early in the day. I’d hoped I’d meet you all on better terms.” She huffed.
Still speechless, the girls just stared back at the master and man. The woman seemed to revel in their shock, licking her lips, satisfied.
“I’ll have you all know, I am an instructor here. Who knows, I may teach a class you’re in. At some point.” She giggled. Quickly, she shifted her glare down to her pig. “You. You may drink now.”
Swiftly, the slave knelt down, dropping his head over the stagnant pool adjacent to the stone walkway. He lapped it with his tongue, slowly. Gradually, he raised his rear, his spread cheeks staining the maiden's eyes with his stretched-out asshole and drooping, tumid testicles.
“Fucking disgusting pig. Worthless.” She spat; her precious spit sprayed over his back, sending quick jolts up his spine.
A cool breeze dislodged loose green and purple leaves from firm trees. Iris’s body was already engulfed in goosebumps before the winds reached her backside. She had never seen anything like it in her life. It was a man, one that was truly subjugated to a lone woman. He wasn’t enjoying it, but he wasn’t retaliating.
“I won’t hold you girls up any longer. Hurry along to class now.” The woman commanded, turning her attention to her pet pig.
Ripples had broken the pond where the slave was drinking. It warbled his master's beautiful reflection. She was not happy. She acquired her targets quickly, knowing just how to hurt him. In blatant truth, she just wanted to abuse him.
“You fucking pig! You should be grateful to be alive!” She snarled.
She slammed her heel into the stone, her hard bone cracking against the brittle surface. The slave winced, knowing what was coming next. Yet, he didn’t retaliate. The dominant woman launched her foot out, perfectly judging the distance between her arch and her pet pigs dangling testicles.
His cries could be heard throughout all of Junia Academy. It was a primordial cry of pain. A human reduced to nothing but a sloppy mess. The woman didn’t make a sound. Simply, she cracked a small smile, watching her slave's testicles slap against his saggy asshole. His body was lifted from the mossy stones, his testicles transferring the unbearable force. He sprawled forward, taking a dip in the pond. He lay motionless, face down. His throbbing nuts bobbed between his spread legs, drifting between his malnourished thighs.
The master turned her head to the stunned maidens, relishing in their rupturing innocence. Sirena’s mouth was agape, in shock and intrigue. The obsidian master winked at her, sensing an arousal forming between her legs.
“Run along now. You don’t need to worry about that thing. Deep down, he really enjoys it.”
Iris pressed her tight fist into her chest, trying to break from the master's gaze. She blinked twice, before gripping Sirena.
“Iris?” She yelped.
Iris ran. Sirena didn’t provide much resistance. Together, they scurried to the white building, to their first class at Junia Academy.
Heart still beating out of chest, Iris could barely discern her surroundings. The white bleached room spun around her, marble stone seats circumnavigating the almost lecture style room. The depressed amphitheater sloped inwards, to the center viewing area.
“Let’s sit here!” Sirena giggled; the excited red-head dragged Iris closer, making sure the busty beauty’s breasts were pressed into her neck and shoulder.
Before her heart had reset, Iris was already sitting. Soon enough, hundreds of other girls had taken the remaining seating. Iris scanned the room, taking note of each young maiden within sight. Up near the front, several especially beautiful girls rested. They were lax, their feet on the perfect marble; they didn’t appear to have a care in the world.
“See them?” Sirena gasped, pointing down to the click of well-dressed maidens.
Iris nodded. The two had noticed the same thing. The magnificent maidens below each were fiddling with small accessories lining their tailored uniforms. Perfectly cut linen and cloths covered their magnificent dresses, accentuating their toned and well-balanced figures. They were from the inner cities, the wealthy of the Empire, no doubt.
“Think we could ever hang around them?” Sirena asked; her green emerald eyes twinkled, as she looked onwards with admiration and respect at the blossoming lights of the Empire.
Iris shrugged, trying to mask her uncontrollable tremors. She closed her eyes, imagining the man's nuts from before slapping against his spayed ass. She was sure now, that woman held no remorse in her soul for him. Such a strike could certainly break bone. It would only be a miracle if his vulnerable testicles had survived unharmed.
Sirena shrieked, snapping Iris from her deep thought. The young maiden’s green sparkling eyes were transfixed on the center stage of the white auditorium, as were all of the other maidens.
Waves of chatter washed out the center women's clacking heels. She emerged from under the stone platform. Confidently, she flicked her rich brown hair over her fair shoulders, accentuating her glorious chest. Wrapped similarly to the other woman in the courtyard, the thin cloth could barely contain her allure and maturity. Her thick, tone thighs were only obstructed by a long, slim loincloth, clearly made of the finest silk. Her blemish-free cheeks were exposed for all maidens to see, as she strutted to the center.
While she was beautiful, she wasn’t the main attraction for the maiden's coos and cackles. Rather, it was the pitiful pet in her steed. To Sirena and Iris, the sight was completely foreign. A large blue ball was pressed tightly into his maw, thick leather straps clinging to his face. His blue eyes lacked all light, as he solemnly stared down, watching his straining cock pulse unconsciously. He was in utter despair; incomplete and helpless.
Naked, every inch of his toned, but scarred body was on display for all the curious girls. A thick steel chain collar gripped his throat. With a single tug, his female master sent him careening forward, before he stuttered to a stop, before the amphitheater of maidens.
“Look at his cock!” Sirena gasped, frantically pointing at the blond man's slithering meat.
Strapped to his stomach, his branch-thick penis pulsed rapidly, leaking a viscous liquid. Piercing light from the patchy ceiling illuminated his member, accentuating his glistening precum as it dripped down his sagging testicles. Positioned perfectly between his scarred abs, a thick metal rod ran into his urethra, bulging out from inside.
Squinting, Iris noted a thick leather strap siphoning the slaves' testicles to the bottom of his sack. Primed and smooth, they were roughly the size of ripe lemons. He was whimpering. Yet, over the jeers of eager maidens, his pain was utterly drowned out.
The center instructor raised her slender arm, signaling for silence; she cleared her throat.
“Greetings! New, young maidens of Junia Academy!” She bellowed, her far reaching voice echoing throughout the room. Iris’s lungs shook. “My humble name is Asa Peirce. As you will come to know me in the coming years, I am simply your general instructor, at Junia Academy.”
Asa quickly tugged her leash, sending her slave backwards, positioning him to her side.
“This is one of my slaves. You may all simply refer to him as, ‘Slave.” Asa said, clearing her throat further. “At Junia Academy, we the instructors, will personally mold each and every one of you into strong, powerful examples of citizens of our Sunlethe Empire. As I’m sure some of you have heard, this does include training your own pet, by our empresses decree.”
The room exploded with sporadic, gleeful expressions. From simple clothed, farmer girls, to the inner-city maidens, seemingly every woman of different walks relished the idea. Had Iris been missing something? This was all unheard of to her!
“Quite!” Asa spat. She raised her hand up again, this time in the shape of a fist. Her fair skin glinted in the healthy light, basking, before streaking downwards in a yellow arc. Her welled fist slammed into her slaves sagging nuts. All rational left his dark blue eyes, as they began to roll back into his head. The clean thud resonated throughout the room. The wet rich sound was comparable to the thud of a great oak tree.
Asa let her fist linger around his crotch, allowing for each maiden to recognize the sources of the harsh smack. She smiled, knowing her obedient slave wouldn't dare cover himself. Iris realized it then, his arms weren't bound. Simply, he had them behind his back, keeping himself exposed.
“Now that I have all of your attention again, I suppose I should go over several ground rules of Junia Academy.” She cleared her throat again. “Young maidens are allowed anywhere on the premises, except after dark. Then, only several areas will be open, you should each see an itinerary in your dorm. Next. Unless permitted by another maiden. Other pets and slaves are off limits. No breaking unless explicitly given permission. Your studies are paramount. As such, each maiden will be expected to meet the standards. More on that later.”
Asa slid her sly fingers up her slaves' massive cock, tickling the stiff rod shoved down his urethra. She shuddered, pleasing with his eyes, begging for something. Asa smirked, before gripping the tip of her slaves’ cock plug. She began to casually speak to the eager maidens.
“Before each of you receive your own slave, you will need to take a series of tests, to verify you understand the practices surrounding the practice. However, I am aware that several of you have already dabbled in this righteous act.”
Asa winked at the center ring of maidens coating the foot of the stage. As all of them were residents of the inner-cities, keeping their own pets was common. They all gave sly smiles back, licking their lips as Asa toyed with the tip of her slaves’ cock.
The instructor slowly slid the painful plug from her slaves' cock, savoring every stinging moment. She twirled the rod between her fingers, making her slave quake.
“Oh my.” Sirena gasped.
Wide eyed, the curious red-head watched the massive plug wriggle out from the slaves’ cock. It was longer than she thought possible. Finally, free of the rod, the slave's tip gaped open, clear liquid flowing unrestricted. He moaned against his gag, bucking his hips ever so slightly.
“Good boy.” Asa giggled. She examined the thick metal rod.
The same length of her forearm, Iris couldn’t believe how it had been completely concealed in the poor man's cock. Not wasting precious time, Asa pulled her brown hair back, and into a bun. She slid the metal rod through her hair, plumping it up with her delicate hands. She smiled.
“Now another custom of Junia Academy, is a little pet's name.” Asa slid her smooth hand up her scarred slaves' arm, unclipping the leash on his collar. “This little thing? He is mine. And only mine. As such, I am the only one that can use his true name. Other masters and instructors of Junia Academy can prefer multiple slaves at once. However, I prefer to break just one at a time, and I’ve grown quite attached to this one. Once you all acquire your own pet, you may name them too.”
Asa playfully slapped her slaves face, reddening his cheeks. She slid her hand down, pinching his nipple before focusing completely on his vulnerable genitalia. She shuddered, goosebumps running down his spine. He was silently pleading again, begging for help.
“Naturally though, there are many other men on the premises of Junia Academy, that do not share the same fortune as our gracious pets.”
Asa gritted; the cruel, curvy master pinched down on her slaves' left testicle, trapping the sensitive meat between her index and thumb. She rubbed them counter to each other, tenderizing his meat. He was crying, salty tears running down his red cheeks, sacking his leather gag binding.
“Ruthless, heartless men starve here, in our dungeons, awaiting cruel punishment. Captors, from our righteous quest.” Asa boomed; the instructor tightened her death pinch, nearly busting her precious slaves' testicle. She pulled back, right on the brink of oblivion. He was still standing, but didn’t appear conscious.
“Do you think she’s talking about prisoners from the Rosalan Alliance? The Spetra Kingdom? Woodstir Core?” Sirena asked, rattling just a few of the Sunlethe’s recently conquered entities.
“As you could guess, yes. Our conquered lands. But even our own scum! Men who would dare commit atrocities under our glorious campaign! Our Sunlethe Empire! Rapists, murderers, thieves. The Empress will not stand for such men to roam free! It is our duty to make them repent, suffer for what they have done to damage our Empresses good name, our Empire!”
The room erupted again, nearly ever maiden jeering and hollering. Even Iris found herself smiling. Asa’s speech had reminded her why she enrolled, along with Sirena, in Junia Academy. To serve their glorious cause.
“Ah, it’s music to my young ears, hearing all of your enthusiasm. In the coming days, there will be many tests and assignments, I assure you they are necessary. Before we continue however, I would love to give your eager eyes a demonstration, of what your dedication and diligence will yield.” Asa grinned.
Iris’s eyes widened. What did that all mean? Again, the room erupted with gleeful suggestions. The most rambunctious of the bunch, they inner-city maidens. They each gave their own suggestions, squeaking and giggling between ruthless commands.
“Kick him in the nuts!" One girl squeaked.
“No, knee him, fast and hard!” Another cried.
“Squeeze them until they burst!”
“Bend him over and fuck his ass!” Another giggled.
“Fuck his urethra with the rod again! Make him cum!”
Iris could feel her face redden with each passing suggestion. Such language was usually reserved for the uncivil men of her village. She would never suggest such things either!
Asa was smiling, the waves of rolling suggestions, a symphony of promise. Still, she stood, awaiting the perfect suggestion for her pet man.
“Suffocate him until he passes out! Then squeeze his nuts until he wakes!”
“Twist his cock until he’s begging for mercy, then punch his nuts!”
“Ruin his orgasm, then feed it to him! Use the leftovers as lube to fuck his urethra again!”
The inner-city maidens were getting more creative, trying to capture their new instructors' favor.
“Stretch his sack as far as it can go! Then knee them against your hand! Turn them into mush!”
“Just beat the shit out of him!” One girl bellowed.
Iris was covering her ears, trying to obstruct the cruel calls of violence. On the brink of tears, she looked to her dear friend, Sirena. The red-head was determined. She readjusted her white dress; making it clear that her perky nipples were hard. She stood, with an unknown fervor.
“String him from all fours! Tie him high! Then, use his balls like a sandbag!” She boomed.
Loud as ever, her cry reached Asa. The instructor raised her fist, calling for the attention of the jeering maidens. She pointed up to Sirena.
“Young maiden! What is your name!” She commanded.
“Sirena Morea.” She stuttered, locking eyes with the instructor.
“Excellent idea! May we then bring out the straps!” Asa boomed.
As the room erupted for a third time, she shifted her gaze to Iris, a look of contempt crossing her face. She quickly retracted her judgment, gripping a dangling leather strap.
In the time it had taken for her to call for them, the straps had already been lowered from the ceiling. Was someone up there? Asa smiled confidently wrapping one of the leathers to her obedient slave.
“I can’t believe it Iris! The instructor is taking my suggestion!” Sirena beamed; she shook her timid friend, making sure to cop a generous feel of Iris’s ample bosom.
Too shocked to be angry or indignant, Iris allowed herself to be fondled. The entire situation was becoming increasingly foreign. What was most puzzling, was the perpetuated secret of Junia. How had she never heard of it before?
“Watch closely then! It takes more skill than you would think!” Asa giggled; her slave was already bound in the dangling straps.
Already taunt, straining, the slave had been housed by the straps, his vulnerable testicles roughly head-level with his personal tormentor. His trembling legs were hoisted the highest, above his head and arms. His tumid testicles, long and stretched from countless years of torment, hung below his flat ass; they were the lowest hanging organ, in that moment. He was completely helpless, as hundreds of girls watched with awe as his most intimate body parts were raised for all to see.
Asa gave him a small spin, showing off all of his angles to the maidens. She gripped his sack, gently unstrapping the black vice clasping down on this stretched out cords.
“Now. This is a proper slave. Just look at these nuts as a prime example." Asa beamed, massaging her slaves’ testicles back to the lowest portion of his sack.
The nameless slave moaned agent his gag, drool leaking onto the floor, pooling with his precum.
“Disgusting, aren’t they? Yet, so captivating.”
Asa tugged on his swollen left nut. The sensitive meat bulged out from the wrinkly skin, as it was nearly pushed to the breaking point.
“He’s been trained under my care for some time now. His nuts weren't always this large.”
Asa released her slave’s dangling bits, allowing them a brief moment to recede back to his trembling pelvis.
“And sorry, all of you that wanted to see his cum today. But that’s a luxury that no one but the Empress can command. I keep him pent up. As you’ll learn in your classes, a pet's nuts become even more sensitive, when you don’t let them release. Why, I believe it’s been over three months, since you’ve seen your own white goo? Am I correct?” Asa smirked.
Her slave nodded, his dry tears staining his creased, pained expression.
“Oh, you just reminded me! I’ve kept your pesky gag in! I’ll remove it so these lovely maidens can hear your cute screams. Make sure to beg for them!"
Asa removed her slaves gag, fitting the pesky thing between her tight loin strap and hip.
“Yes, Azisa.” Her slave whimpered.
His buttery smooth voice nearly pierced all of the maiden's hearts. Angelic and smooth, it was completely juxtaposed with his current position and despair. With the once sentence alone being all Iris had to go one, she could easily have imagined him to be a popular bard or city singer.
“Oh, right. Only my one slave has the right to call me Azisa. I would never allow any of you fair maidens to stoop to his level. Isn’t that right?” Asa cooed, pursing her cheeks. It was as if she was speaking to a child.
Showing some affection, she cradled her poor slaves' balls, giving them one last loving touch before the slaughter.
“Thank you, Azisa.” Said the slave.
“Good. Now everyone, pay close attention to my technique.” Asa grinned.
The entire room held their breath, waiting for Asa to engage her targets. She extended her arms, swinging them back and forth, prepping them for the rigorous workout. Toned and supple, they wouldn’t be anyone's first idea of destructive weapons.
Her first was strike light, but quick. In the silent amphitheater, the wet slapping sound of her welled fist batting his dangling nuts. He whimpered, his silky voice carrying past the scores of girls. Asa struck his dangling nuts again, this time with her other fist. Timing it just right, his vulnerable nuts careened right into her other fist, bouncing off, creating another wet slap.
The slave was clearly discomforted by Asa’s light taps. Compared to what she had subjected to him earlier, and for most of his life, it was nothing. At that point, he had almost learned to derive his own twisted pleasure.
Asa let out a dignified grunt, following through with her next strike. She perfectly predicted the trajectory of each testicle. Each of slight varying weight and size, it took a trained, experienced eye to track their inevitable resting point. Her fist struck each with mind-numbing precision, distributing her power to each equally.
Her slave let out a long groan. It was only interrupted by another strike. Asa leaned in this time, making sure to follow through. He groaned again and again, each long moan restarting with another strike.
Asa had finally gained a proper momentum, aligning her next strike with her slaves swinging nuts, repeatedly.
The angel-touched boy cried out, his bare toes curling from the pain. His entire body was gyrating, the leather straps reciprocating the movement; Asa and his combined. Still, the instructor continued to increase her repetitive motion, using the back of her hand to punish him.
“Please, stop, they’re so sensitive.” The slave groaned; he swung his hips back from the suspended position, trying to evade his Master’s strikes.
A red look of disgust crossed Asa’s face. While her slave's movement was slight, it completely obstructed her curated tempo. Enraged, she sent out her left arm, indiscriminately aiming her hard knuckles in whatever spongy material she could defile.
“No! Please! Azisa!” The slave heaved; his entire frame shuddered, as his dangling nuts swayed freely, still reeling from Asa’s monstrous strike.
Asa sneered, taking his swelling nuts between her delicate fingers. The slave yelped, feeling his hot nuts bulge out from between his master’s cruel fingers. Asa steadied them, making clear that it wasn’t over.
“Remember pet, good boys don’t flinch. I know it can be a little scary, all these young girls watching your nuts be tortured. But it’s a vital education for them all.” Asa huffed.
The brunette slid her other hand along his thigh, until it had grasped his lower shaft. Still strapped to his stomach by a leather binding, his cock was as hard as a rock. Asa pleasured him slightly, running her cruel fingers along his tender urethra, all the way up to his frenulum. She slapped the connective tissue, causing his penis to twinge with minute, involuntary pleasure.
“Raise him higher!” She commanded, peering to the top of the carved building.
On command, the straps suspending her slave began to recede. Asa flicked his glands playfully, before grasping both of his tender testicles between both cupped hands. She held firm, masking her own twisted pleasure, as she felt the straps pull her slave higher and higher, consequentially stretching his spermatic cords. Unyielding, she resisted their tug, keeping them level with where they were before.
“No. Please.” Her slave whimpered; his tears had resumed, his nut’s stretching beyond their limit for the umpteenth time in his life.
He should have grown used to it, he told himself. Yet, whenever he reached a new axiom of resistance, be it pain or mental. Azisa, his lifelong Master, managed to push his limits, far beyond the breaking point.
Eventually, Asa did concede to the straps tug, allowing her slaves straining nuts to recede. She slowly released pleasure, until his grotesque nuts slipped from her pinching fingers. He yelped, the euphoric, yet terrible pain of his nerves being pressed, crushed, sending his heart leaping out of his chest.
His sagging nuts finally slapped up to his pelvis, before slowly dropping back down. Through the years of torment, his cords had been trained to rest abnormally lower. When fully erect and stretched, his sagging skin didn’t appear real. Every girl in the room found that self-evident.
“How long do you think his penis is, Iris?” Sirena whispered. “If it looks this big from all the way up here, just imagine what it looks like up close.” The perky red-head leaned forwards, squinting at his bulging genitalia.
Well above Asa’s own head, his trained testicles were accessible for all to see. Determined to put on a proper show, befitting of the young eyes of the Empire, Asa readied her stance. Bouncing slightly, her butt and breasts held a slight jiggle, a particular eye candy for all that were fortunate to see on positive terms.
Her slave begged to the ceiling, muttering nonsensical saviors' statements, bracing for the true torment. Everything up to that point was warm up. He awaited Asa’s usual speech. The one she always gave. Her horrid truth, her mantra.
“A slave's duty is never complete. Train him, break him, force him to comply. Everything before the present is nearly warm up. For the future only holds peace.”
With that, Asa rocketed her fist upwards, her smooth, hard knuckles embedding themselves in his sack. His pain was immediate, and full of fire. He cried at the top of his lungs, head turning a deep red.
He strained against his prison, eyes bulging out. He looked down, in time to watch his ebullient sack spring upwards again, before meeting another of Asa’s fists.
Ruthlessly, the brunette sent a third, then a fourth uppercut. She didn’t care that he was thrashing, in fact she loved it. Like always, it presented a unique challenge. What usually would be considered a slave's egregious defiance was a source of entertainment for her. She continued to strike upward, each time with more and more force.
“Please, Azisa, have mercy on my balls!” The slave cried.
Using what strength he had left, he hoisted himself upwards, arching his back, making sure his nuts were just out of reach of Asa’s next nut strike.
“Pathetic! Such insolence!” Asa spat; the instructor gripped his sagging sack, pulling down with all her might. “How dare you try to escape?”
Her slave cried again, his smooth voice spotted with dry cracks and hisses. He went limp, but didn’t lose consciousness. Back to an acceptable range, Asa continued her onslaught. To spice things up, she switched to straight punches.
His raw nuts contorted and twisted within his sack, spinning like loose eggs in a linen pouch. Asa, with her feet planted, launched several quick and successive strikes, before rotating her positioned behind him. She resumed her torment, exerting enough power to send his balls slapping into his thigh. She danced away again, actively trying to give every young maiden ample and exhilarating view time at her torture.
“I can’t take it! No more!” He begged.
Asa let out a feminine grunt, slamming her closed fist into his danglers. Her cheeks were flushed red. Overcome with her own lust, she indulged in her own sadistic desire. Redder than her cheeks, her slaves’ poor balls radiated the crimson color, rupturing blood vessels staining his usual light tone.
“Now, a proper pets' testicles are a prime source of pleasure for any maiden. They hold their sense of pride, and sense of failure. You’ll find here at Junia Academy, they will be a massive point of interest for all of us. Every exam or assignment will in one-way involve these things.”
To add emphasis, Asa swung her right fist between his spayed legs, throwing her entire back into the strike. Her slave bellowed at the top of his lungs, begging incoherently. Asa cleared her throat, sending several more closed fists to his drooping sack. She spoke loudly, breaking her slave's pitiful howls.
“As such, extensive training in this area can yield impressive results. For many of you, your first pets will not be able to withstand the simplest taps. He will need to work for it, as will you. For someone like me, extracting acute and unbearable pain is a simple matter.”
Asa stretched out her palm, steadying her slaves’ nuts before slamming her welled fist into them. His cries were born anew, as his ruthless master continued to pummel his plums from every conceivable angle. Nothing of him was spared. She uppercuted him, twice, before swinging from the sides, finally finishing with a spike downwards, forcing his nuts to the bottom of his stretched sack.
“But naturally, their sensitive nature allows even the most inexperienced maiden to bring a trained man to their knees. Whether it be by kick, knee, stomp, squeeze or punch,” Asa blasted his nuts with a wild left hook, crushing them against his shaking thigh, “he will cave under your pressures. Never forget that.”
All the maidens looked with astonishment and intrigue. Even the slightly more experienced girls of the inner-city were impressed by Asa’s ruthless display of torture.
“She’s really lecturing us.” Sirena breathed; her low voice was shaky, excited.
Sirena bit her lip, watching the poor slaves’ nuts bounce and break against Asa’s precise strikes.
“Of course, this isn’t the only area of interest. Maidens of the Sunlethe Empire must be versed in a variety of techniques, for our continued prosperous glory. Your good pets, and other pitiful men may be submitted under your will, subjugated completely. To hare this dynamic, different, and unique forms of torture will be amply available to every eager maiden.”
“No more!” The slave cried, thrashing again. “You’re breaking me!” he choked.
Iris looked down, shocked at the continuing display. The slaves’ trauma growing. He looked to be on the brink of unconsciousness. Secretly, Iris begged to the Goddess for his sweet release. Asa continued to pound him, casually frolicking around his tormented body.
“Testicle torture is simply one. The penis will always be another source of extreme pain. My precious slave for example takes months of my nightly edging. When he’s lucky, I allow for it to all dribble out. And even with years of training, he still can’t withstand my palm shredding his sensitive glands.” Asa giggled. “You’ll learn to stretch your toy as well, sliding delicate, but thick rods of the finest steel down their urethra, making them squirm. Thick, sensual rods to jam into their ass, feeding their pleasure and shame, as they beg for more. Or if you so choose, rougher, harder rods, specifically made to melt men, make them cry and suffer. Want to choke him halfway to the afterlife? It can be yours. Beat his body until he’s blue and bloodily? Anything that’s desired could be yours.”
Iris shifted her weight to the left, feeling anxious. Asa was cruel, blissfully ignoring her pet's cries for mercy. How long had the torment lasted? Just over 3 minutes? How much more could he possibly take?
As soon as she had finished the thought, Asa paused, letting her beaten slaves nuts come to a rest. She took a deep breath, rubbing her breasts through their thin fabric.
“Now you must remember. A pet is yours, as such, proper care is essential. For your first courses, the slave must remain whole. Meaning, you can’t take these things just yet.” Asa caressed her slaves beaten balls, dragging her trimmed nails along the sagging skin.
“Is it finally over?” Iris whimpered.
The blonde maiden had kept her eyes closed for the latter half, trying to focus on Asa’s words, rather than her slaves slapping nuts and sorrowful screams.
“Iris!” Sirena hissed, shaking her friend's arms. “This is our first day! Show the instructor some respect.”
Asa scanned the sea of swaying women, gauging their enthusiasm and responsiveness. She smiled, a positive scent wafting through the air. Besides one apathetic girl; Iris. Still, Asa Peirce decided to continue.
“Now, your slave, like all other man, will only be able to take so much torment in their normal state. However,” Asa tightly gripped one of her pets' dangling testicles, simultaneously offering harsh stimulation and keeping the whole of them from receding too far. “My little pet is pumped full of adrenaline, and a slew of other useful chemicals, to keep our fun going.”
Audible giggles from the lower ring of girls resonated through the domed room; suffice to say, they were pleased. The slave was not. He thrashed against his cutting straps, begging as if his life was one the line; for how it must have felt, it was.
“Please, Azisa, spare me! Fuck me in the ass, choke me out. Beat me anywhere else but my balls!” He whined; he broke into a steady cry after that, foolishly thinking that Asa, his longtime Master could be reasoned with.
“Aww, poor little thing. You’re as pitiful and cute as the first day we met!” She sighed, her lust subsiding for fluttering twinges of catharsis; her sadism remained.
She struck his danglers, no lighter than she had ever before. The stabbing, dull ache in this stomach burned anew, the rolling tsunamis of torrential pain engulfing his rationale. He cried.
Even the curious Sirena’s mouth dropped, watching the staggering speed and ferocity of Asa Peirce unfurl on her pet’s testicles. It shouldn't have been possible. Speed, intensity, ruthlessness, all wrapped up in one woman. Her eyes glinted in the patchy light, as she hungrily bit her soft pink lips. She was enjoying herself.
Iris couldn’t look away. The pure horror unfolding before her staggering her breath and thought. She couldn’t blink. This was worse than a public execution, for at least the ones she had witnessed, the condemned were swiftly dealt with; their suffering was usually minimal. In that very moment, she considered burning at the stake was a more satisfactory, dignified death, more so than a crushed, liquified pride.
The slave trembled and contorted. Unable to escape his Master’s unhinged strikes, he begged to the ceiling.
“Spare me! Please! Have mercy on me!”
Expectedly, his cries were ignored. Asa continued to slam her fists into his nuts, managing to increase her strikes. She casually explained her technique, her heavy voice piercing through her slave's helpless wails.
“With time, you will all know the resilience, and the physics, we’ll call them, of testicles. Observe my motion.” Asa commanded.
The instructor slowed her strikes, yet her technique remained the same. Many of the upper maidens needed to squint. Asa first struck her slaves testicles with the back of her fist, launching them up to his pelvis. With her blistering speed, she was able to slam them back down with her off hand, before they could reach their perceived maximum height. She rotated hands, while effectively repeating the process. Doing so, she was physically able to strike his testicles faster than his puffy nuts would allow.
Her suspended slave whimpered more. Unable to form words, all he could muster were mere simulations of coherent speech. Time stagnated for him; the pain was his grasp on reality. A second was a minute, a minute was a year.
And from the upper rings of the marble amphitheater, Iris watched his suffering; she wasn’t satisfied, or intrigued. Swimming in her vast blue eyes was fear and doubt. The man before them all had been broken. Cruelty of the apathetic maidens had sent Iris spiraling into an inner insanity.
Finally, 10 minutes into his unbearable torment, something changed. Asa was reeling back one of her fists, aiming to send his bloodshot testicles crashing into his upper abdomen. Prancing in front of him, she felt the trembling warmth radiating off her slaves’ soft thighs. Only one thing stopped her; his dick. Finally, free of its leather restraint, it flopped out. Shrunken, his loose hanging balls elapsed his soggy member. Asa smiled.
“Looks like you’re finally finished.” she cooed; finally showing some remorse.
With a simple tug to one of his leg straps, he was lowered. The force from on high granting him a small rest on the cold stone. Asa let him close his eyes, and huddle into a small ball. Besides his mewing whimpers, and a slight breeze whistling from the courtyard, there wasn’t a sound. The maidens, still in shock, fixed their gaze on the pets red, beaten testicles. Slipped through his closed legs, his sack was precariously slipped along his thigh, making contact with the cool stone.
“Remember girls, this was a simple introduction to life here, with me reprising your eventual roles as the master. He was simply the slave. Yet, everything I’ve shown here should be taken as the prestigious end of your training. You will all eventually, slave in tow, be able, be capable of doing what I just did.”
The instructor casually strode across the stone stage, peering to a different section of maidens.
“This is one of many doctrines of Junia Academy. Of course, other practical skills, such as reading and writing will be applicable here, as they are in normal life. Strategy, tact, your overall discourse will be molded to the needs of the Empire.”
Asa looked directly at Iris, smirking at the blonde's depressed eyes.
“And if we’re being honest, I’d say all of you are getting the better end of the deal.” Her gaze lingered on Iris, before falling on her crippled slave.
Still dry heaving, he looked to be teetering on the edge of consciousness. Regardless, Asa continued her varied lectures. Capturing the complete attention of the maidens, it was as simple as speaking her mind. Nearly all maidens were receptive.
The first lecture of the day felt like a swift breeze. The chills vanished when Asa scooped her beaten slave away. He had been put through a version of hell. As Asa carried him away, another, just as beautiful woman took her place. She held a simple book, rather than leash.
While her lecture was certainly less inflammatory, not one girl took her eyes off.
She simply stated further ground rules, where to be at what hours, off days, conducts, all the more becoming salacious with her speech, regarding slaves especially. At the end, the volley of flush maidens were excused. Directed to the dining hall, for their first meeting of the day.
Iris gripped the warming marble, feeling queasy. Her pushy friend Sirena remained at her side, in her own trance.
“I can’t believe it Iris. You saw what Asa did to her slave.” The red-head shuddered.
Iris nodded, trying her best to keep her nerves in check.
“It was me too that suggested it! Isn’t that cool?” Sirena giggled, shooting from the marble; she brimmed with energy, her little heart leaping out of her modest chest.
“Cool?” Iris whimpered.
The silvery-blonde turned her glossy gaze to her once familiar friend. While the fire in emerald eyes was recognizable, Iris could no longer recognize her intent.
“Aren’t you excited too?” Sirena smiled.
“Excited about what?”
“Having your very own pet of course, someone who we can do practically anything too? You heard what the last instructor said? One week from now, after taking our tests, we can pick out our very own slave!” Sirena giggled.
The rest of the day turned into a hot blur. Iris was whisked to and from, following her eager friends' whim. Returning to her room, Iris collapsed, unable to fathom her new world. The uneasy feeling grew worse day by day.
While nothing was as intense as the first day, she was well exposed to intimate parts of the male anatomy. In the form of scriptures and other mediums. Over the course, she was met with tens of other well-versed instructors, each offering a new identity and style to the curriculum. Over time, some of the material began to stick, how to care for slaves, train them.
However, it was clear that she wasn’t nearly as apt as her peers. Her friend Sirena on the other hand, displayed vast, and near unparalleled prowess.
“Iris!” Sirena giggled, tackling her busty friend from behind. Jumping up, she rode Iris, burying her button nose into the back of her fair skinned neck. “Ready for this afternoon? We get to finally pick out our pets!” She smiled.
“Yhea.” Iris strained; she threw Sirena off her back, brushing her white dress.
“Come on, we’ve been studying and testing for a whole week for this moment, why do you look so down?”
“I’m fine. Let’s just go to the courtyard.” Iris pouted.
The silver-blonde took up Sirena’s wrist, dragging her along. Together with scores of fresh maidens of Junia Academy, the two entered the vast courtyard. Greeting them were hundreds of men. They were naked, and ranged in a variety of shapes and sizes. Thick steel chains draped around their arms and collars, pinning them to thick wooden stakes embedded in the soft dirt. They were on display.
“So cool!” Sirena blurted, pulling ahead.
The nimble girl sifted through the crowds of other maidens, pulling ahead to a clearing. In front of the first large white building, the slaves held their heads down, prostrating themselves slightly. Varying lengths of limp genitals hung down, prime for picking.
“Fair maidens!” Called a voice.
On a makeshift pedestal, appeared the one and only Lone Legion; Neri Flare. The tanned warrior was accompanied by two tiny men, each bound by heavy and cumbersome muzzles, as well as restrictive chains wrapping their skinny arms; her personal pets. Naked apart from their restraints, their nuts hung low, ripe for plucking. She held their leashes in a welled fist, as she waited for everyone's attention. To her other side, stood Asa Pierce, the brunette instructor. Unburdened by her pet, she stood with her arms crossed, rich brown hair draping her toned shoulders.
“I trust that you’ve enjoyed your stay so far? All of your hard work this past week will finally be rewarded! Today, you get to pick your first, of perhaps many, personal men!” Neri called.
The sea of maidens erupted with excitement. Many, if not near all, had grown accustomed, ecstatic, to the idea. Owning a man to them now, was a true right, and something they all deserved.
“Now then! As you all have taken the subsequent tests, the order will be simple. The fair maidens with the highest marks will have the first pick of any man they desire, down to the lowest marking maiden. But don’t worry! There’s enough for everyone!” Neri said; the warrior waved her hand, motioning over the staked and immobile men. “A man's best qualities are in the eye of the beholder. Naked before you, their most important features are on display!”
Neri grinned, accepting all the positive feedback from the maidens. The catching glances of tormented men also rough similar satisfaction. She looked down at their pathetic state, nearly spitting. Not one man had a spark in their eyes. While they hadn’t been completely broken, many were still grasping the terms of their new lives. Many were from conquered lands, normal civilians thrust into a new life; dominated.
“Instructor Asa will read off the maidens, from highest rank to the lowest. Asa?” Neri bowed, handing the stage to the brunette.
Asa stepped up, a long yellow parchment in hand.
“First, and highest rating of the new maiden class, Sirena Morea!”
Iris stood there, shocked. Her friend from back on the farm was the highest rated maiden of the new class? She couldn’t believe it! Emerging in front of the cloudy maidens, Sirena burst forth, a smile across her face. It was like she expected it, as she approached a section of bound men in the courtyard. Fluffy like a cloud, she drifted over with the wind; she picked her man, a toned, dirty blond with sea green eyes. Many other maidens had been eyeing him, based on his outward appearance alone. Strong abs, young looking, a penis with nearly the thickness of his wrist, and balls to match.
Sirena, not wasting any time, gave them a hearty slap, using the extended tips of her finger to strike his loose nut meat. He instantly crumbled, overcome with the nauseating, unfamiliar pain. He cried out. Following protocol, Sirena strode away, back to the dorms, preparing her slave.
Asa called the next maiden, and then the next. Subsequently, they followed in Sirena’s direction, preparing the first day of their new slaves training.
The powerful sun hung low, a careful breeze fluttering through the trimmed courtyard, as the sea of maidens slowly dispersed, carried off by their new vessel; a man they could command.
Maiden after maiden, man after man, the courtyard became more desolate, the vibrancy gone by the time the sun had eclipsed the far-off hills surrounding the Academy.
Large bulbous torches, doused with licking orange flame, illuminating green grass and mossy stone. Few maidens remained, among them; Iris. The blonde stood by herself, feeling the rough, itchy grass run between her petite toes. She had been barefoot since coming to Junia, as per one of the rules, maidens weren't allowed to wear footwear unless disciplining their slaves. Even Neri Flare, covered in armor was barefoot. The brilliant flames rolled off her tanned skin, reflecting off her silvery armor plates.
Asa, in a cool voice called another maiden; it wasn’t Iris. Eager, a beautiful girl skipped past, not hesitating to pull away a tall muscular man. Even without a stable light source, his lack of endowment was apparent. Still, he was taken, whisked off into the dark, back to the spottily lit dorms.
Iris stood still, feeling the cool winds to her back, awaiting her name. She was patient, finally stepping forward, only when she was the last remaining maiden in the flickering field. There were at least 20 other odd men, still bound by chains.
“Instructor Asa?” Iris whispered; she gazed up at the woman, awaiting her name to be read.
“Ah, Iris.” Asa said, an undertone of disappointment lacing her tongue. “You are the last maiden.”
“Yes, Asa. But I think I’m ready to pick my slave.” Iris said; she was unable to meet the brunette's eyes anymore.
“Asa!” Came Neri.
The domineering woman took several confident strides, placing her warm palm on Iris’s shriveling shoulder.
“Why don’t you deliver the unwanted slaves to Lyra, I’ll meet you there later. I want to chat with, who was it? Iris?” Neri studied the shaking, busty girl.
“Right away Neri.” Asa nodded, leaping from the platform.
Asa Peirce took up all the bound men, leading them by their chains. Together they walked to the white building.
“Lyra?” Iris said, tasting the name on her tongue. “If you don’t mind me asking, who is that?”
Asa was far beyond earshot, leading each man one by one into the white lecture room where she had demolished her pet's balls unceremoniously. Only Neri could answer, yet the hardened warrior was silent, at first.
“Oh, Lyra. You’ll be one of the few privileged to meet her, I assure you.” Neri whispered, almost under her breath.
Iris began to gyrate; a cool fear, independent of the frigid night. She was standing next to Neri Flare, the Empire’s Lone Legion. While calm, and overall non-threatening, Iris could help but shake the destructive power held within her robust frame.
“Iris, I’ve been teaching, dedicating my time to this Academy for some years now. For the Empress, for the Empire.” The Lone Legion gripped Iris’s spongy shoulder softly, and pressed, almost guiding her forward. “I’ve seen plenty of young girls before, I’m no stranger to them.”
“What do you mean?” Iris shuddered, dragging her feet through the grass, following Neri.
The powerful woman, almost sauntering, walked closer and closer to the white amphitheater.
“Your docile. A docile woman, a remain of the past world, one broken from the Goddess’s embrace. And well, at Junia. No. The Sunlethe Empire can’t stand that, you need to change.”
Neri led Iris into the vast amphitheater, at the edge of the courtyard. Well lit, a brilliant red light illuminated the center. Iris combed the room, looking for Asa and the 20 odd men; they were nowhere to be found.
“This way.” Neri commanded.
Iris was led up to the center stage, before being ushered down sloped steps. It was where each and every Instructor had appeared for lectures; Asa had used it the first day. There were warm lights down below.
“Iris, these are the tunnels, we call them. Every Instructor uses them to get to and from classes; you could call it a separate world down here.” Neri explained, leading Iris deeper and deeper.
The vast halls were well lit, with tens of spiraling doorways, each leading to different sections of Junia Academy.
“Where are you taking me?” Iris said; she was quivering.
“I’m going to show you something, a demonstration.” Neri gritted, leading Iris to a large metal door. The Lone Legion lifted the latch, and swung the door out. “Enter. I’ll be right behind you.”
Scared and terrified, Iris slowly walked forward, not sure what to expect. The room was plain, a single chair with straps in the center of the cobble stone. All she saw was one woman. It was Asa. The instructor had her back on a cool stone wall, as she casually examined her perfect nails.
“Iris. You’re here.” She stated. The Instructor pointed out to a second door at the opposite side of the room. “One more door to go.”
Neri gave Iris a slight push, sending the quaking blonde forward.
“Don’t worry, little blossom. You won’t be hurt.” Neri soothed.
Iris kept up a hasty pace, her heart beating out of her chest. Her blue eyes were peeled back; she was unable to close them. Would she not be hurt? Why did the place smell of pain? Could that be a smell?
Iris stopped before another thick metal door. There was something on the other side, something to fear. There were wild screams; pain and suffrage at the other end. She wanted to run, to hide. But she wouldn’t be allowed, Junia Academy was her home now. Swallowing her built up insecurity, Iris unlatched the door, letting it swing inwards.
A sight, only describable with an anguish equal to the torture before her could be articulated. Iris completely panicked; she tried backing away from the site. Neri placed two hands on her shoulders, walking her forward.
“Oh, Neri!” Called Lyra. “Asa told me you would be bringing a witness, that’s her, isn’t it?”
The creature called Lyra pointed with a thin metal needle, training at Iris’s bosom. While far away, her light green eyes pierced through the heavy air; her smile innocent enough.
Lyra stood up from her knees, giving Neri and Iris a proper greeting. Her long blonde hair draped over a thin black cloak, her porcelain skin unbroken and unblemished. Yet, a fresh cutting blood spatter ran her cheek, as it glistened in firelight. Iris looked Lyra up and down. She was the first woman at Junia she had seen in all black. In the relatively low light, Iris couldn’t make out any other features besides her head and lower legs.
“Lyra, this is Iris.” Neri said.
“What a pleasure. I hardly get beautiful company here.” She cooed.
Iris pulled her gaze away, her frantic eyes unable to close. She examined the vast, cluttered room. She had found the men. Most if not all were bound tightly, stretched out on spiked tables or hanging from itchy ropes from the ceiling. There was blood everywhere. Spattered across otherwise spotless walls, pooling on the floor.
Iris was finally able to blink. Once opening her teary eyes, the endless cries of mercy came. Men were screaming, begging all the same. Most of it was unintelligible. What horror show had she walked into? Under the desperate screams, as an undertone. A single giggle. Lyra’s innocent smile had contorted, changed. The innocent Iris clasped her ears, trying to blot the torment.
“Continue as usual Lyra, Iris is here to watch, for now.” Neri said; the Legion’s face was hard as stone, solemn and unreadable.
“Right away.” Lyra grinned, dropping back to her knees.
Before her, strapped to a metal chair, was her current prey. His legs were spread back to a painful angle, offering the torturer unlimited access to his already mangled package. Iris couldn’t look away. The mangled man drew in her gaze, as he cried unintelligibly for mercy.
Lyra had already managed to pierce through one of his testicles, as well as the metal chair with a needle. It was the worst thing Iris had yet to see in her life. The males left testicle had been skewered raw, bubbling, blood stained septa spewing from the puncture wound. Lyra didn’t mind. She brought her fist down, the one containing a second needle. It made no sound. Over the wild cries of tormented men, it was as silent as a still night.
She wasn’t finished however; the needle had only gone in so deep. Lyra retrieved a hammer, a large black ball at the end. Repeatedly, she struck the needle. When she missed eventually, the males pierced testicle would squirm away, but the needle would remain, tearing the hole larger and larger, until a mucus blood enveloped everything. Passed out, her one of many victims lay still.
“I can keep going, right?” Lyra hummed, bending the needles playfully in the mush, stirring them.
“Why don’t you finish up your men?” Neri suggested.
Lyra picked the bloody hammer back, steadying her next strike.
“I’m already halfway done with them, it should only be a few minutes.” She hummed; striking the unconscious man across his tearing testicles.
His legs shook and jolted, as she brought the hammer down over and over, until his meat was ground into a fine pink paste. Lyra had dented the metal; snaking cracks allowed the thin streaking blood to drip out, pooling onto the stone floor. His limp, bruised penis caught the crossfire, his glands were already swelling, disformed.
Lyra stood; a look of dissatisfaction flashed as she dropped the hammer to the floor. She tip-toed her way across the bloody stone, leaving deep crimson prints wherever she walked. She had locked eyes with her next victim.
The half-conscious man was strung from the ceiling, his arms bound by his chains. Only the tips of his toes could make contact with the floor, as he tried to squirm free.
Casually, Lyra walked past, gingerly poking him in the side before returning. In her left hand was a razor.
Iris shut her eyes tight and tried pulling away from Neri.
“Iris. You must watch.” The Lone Legion commanded; Neri forced Iris to look, controlling the girl by her hair.
Iris’s teary eyes opened just as Lyra made an incision at the base of the man's penis. Carefully, she exquisitely carved the loose skin. The man screamed and thrashed, wildly kicking out, trying one last time to pull away from her intimate incision. Unperturbed, she continued to slice, circumnavigating his entire scrotum.
The crimson artifact spewing from his groin stained and soaked her black cloak, nourishing her skin. With a satisfying plop, his shriveled scrotum fell to the stone, sending out a splash of blood. Lyra had managed to preserve his testicles, letting them dangle in the dingy air; connected by their bloody spermatic cords.
She crouched down, lightly blowing on them. The man let out a terrible scream, as he called for mercy between hampered breaths of anguish.
“Stay there for one more moment. It’ll be over soon.” She snapped; Lyra returned the razor back to a table, full of other twisted devices of torture. She retrieved a slender wood rod.
“No, please!” The man begged’ he didn’t even sound human.
Lyra ignored him, lining up her strike. She gripped the rod with both hands, until her knuckles turned white. Without a second though, she swung back, before releasing her fury.
A deep thud was followed by a sickening crack, as the slender rod forced its way into the man’s flesh, and his exposed nuts. His eyes rolled back, as his body went limp. Lyra didn’t have any intention of savoring the moment, seeing her prey had passed. She swung again and again, driving the rod into his mashed testicles. Ruptured, they leaked their contents onto the floor, forming a viscous stew at the stone.
“I wonder, perhaps I could get one of the conscious men to eat this stuff up?” She pondered, gently placing the bloody rod back onto the center table. “It certainly looks tasty.” She cooed, licking her blood stained lips.
“Stop.” Iris blurted out, tears streaking down her face. How could a cruelty this severe lurk under the surface? Was it that shocking? Watching seething despair in its purest incarnate form?
Lyra looked up from the table, turning her head sideways.
“Why are you crying?” She asked. Neri spoke next.
“Iris is a docile one.” The warrior said sternly.
Lyra smiled, a sliver of glinting flame catching her heartless stare.
“I see now.” She chuckled, sauntering to a far corner.
She returned with a bound man, one with many bruises. His jaw had been busted, a thick purple welt forming on the side where he had been struck. Lyra effortlessly stuck him in a clean chair; she chained him tight, making sure he was open.
“I’ll show you something fun, how about that?” Lyra hummed; she disappeared again into the depths of the dungeon, only returning when she had each material.
Iris wiped away her tears reluctantly. Forced to watch, she yearned for it to all end.
Lyra knelt before the bound man, giving him a few rough tugs along his sack, eliciting a series of pathetic groans.
“Nice and stretchy.” She nodded.
Lyra revealed her new play items. First, a bulbous pot, made of brown bronze. And two rats.
The man’s fearful eyes shook; he frantically scanned the room. Seeing Neri and Iris, he pleaded with his hollow eyes, begging for safety; a sanctuary. He yelped abruptly, the fuzzy hair of well-fed rats ticking his throbbing scrotum. He squirmed and writhed, trying to break free of his binds.
“What was your name? Iris?” Lyra hummed, fastening the metal pot onto the man’s exposed crotch; the rats squirmed inside, curiously sniffing. “I’m sure you’ll grow fond of things here, eventually.” Lyra giggled.
With the pot finally fastened, the fun could begin. She returned with flames.
“Let the feast begin!” She sang, pressing the burning stakes of flames onto the cool metal surface.
The room hung still with anticipation. Even the other bound slaves scattered in the room were mostly silent, waiting for something to happen. The man cringed slightly, feeling the scurrying legs of the creatures run across his body. Then, he screamed.
Iris should have grown used to it by now, the despair of someone thinking, knowing that they were going to die. Lyra giggled, pressing the stakes into the metal, shaving off loose embers. The rats, fearing the heat were left with only one option for escape; eating.
The pain was too blistering, too terrifying for the man to stand, as the frightened rats ate into his privates, effectively boring a hole with their sharp teeth. Nearly every muscle in his body was tensed, as he pulled and tore, ripping and tearing his own flesh from the restraints.
Lyra, all the same, watched smugly, waiting for his body to give out; it wouldn’t be long.
“Iris. We’re going.” Neri whispered, brushing back the blondes trembling locks.
The Lone Legion turned her attention back to Lyra. She cleared her throat, preparing to speak over the frantic chants of her men.
“Lyra, why don’t you finish up here? Iris and I will be waiting outside with Asa!” Neri boomed.
“Sure thing.” Lyra called, watching blood begin to leak out of the pot.
It would only be a matter of moments before the rats had eaten away his entire pelvis. Their small, yet powerful jaws severing his nuts, snipping them efficiently. Chewing his penis, rupturing his testicles while they’re barely attached.
Neri partially carried Iris, letting the shaken maiden use her shoulder as a rest while she hobbled out. All the while, the desperate screams of the unwanted men. Asa was still leaned against the wall, playing with her hair.
“Has Iris seen enough of it?” The Instructor asked, standing straight.
“Not quite.” Neri said.
As soon as the Lone Legion let go, Iris collapsed. She heaved slightly, hoping to throw something up.
“I see you’ve already prepared?” Neri sighed.
The room had another individual. It was a man, strapped to the chair in the center of the room. His arms, legs, chest, and even neck were tightly bound. Iris wiped away her tears, hoping to get a better look. By far, he was the largest man she had ever seen. He looked down at her with contempt. Gag-less, she could see his teeth. They were bared, grinding together softly. His brown eyes were bloodshot, seething with indignation. Completely naked, his powerful, year-labored muscles bulged out.
His flaccid penis was roughly the size of Iris’s forearm. His nuts were pressed flat between his legs, purely by the weight of his member.
“Shame isn’t it?” Asa sighed, standing next to Iris.
The brunette master studied the bound man's body with a look of lust. How did Asa even manage to carry him in all by herself? He was nearly twice the size of her.
“It’s honestly a waste, losing a man with a member that long. Sure, he might be strong right now, perhaps too strong for us. But with time, we could cut him down. No. It’s what he’s done that can’t be forgiven.” Asa spat.
“I didn’t rape her!” The man howled, pulling against his restraints.
Neri stepped closer to Iris and Asa, helping the quivering maiden up. Iris looked down at her feet. There were patches of spatter blood, a product of one of the true torture rooms of Junia Academy; a Castration Chamber.
“Pathetic man. Turning against your own Empire! Raping your own sister! You deserve what comes next.” Neri hissed, stepping close.
The guiding hand of Asa held the warrior back; if she hadn’t intervened, his nuts would have already been stamped out.
“I’ve told you! I’ve done no such thing! She’s lying! You need to believe me!” He pleaded.
Iris blinked away crusting tears; simultaneously, she pulled back the layers, peering at the man in a new light.
“Filthy liar. Filthy man.” Neri and Asa said.
Utterly crushed, the man held back a quivering lip.
“Wait, what if he’s telling the truth?” Iris warned.
“I am telling the truth! I really am!” He called again; his words were impenetrable.
“Iris. Don’t listen to him. He’s simply trying to sway you. Do not let him. He deserves everything that he’s going to get. Or should I say, you’re going to give to him?” Asa said.
“What?” Iris blurted.
“Why, you’re going to be the one that castrates him, of course.”
“What! I can’t do that!” Iris stuttered, waddling away until her back was pressed to the far wall.
She clutched her chest, overtaken with a fresh dose of fear and anxiety.
“I’m here.” Lyra said, startling everyone. The somewhat leery torturer had only stuck her spattered head from the thick door, directly next to Iris.
Lyra smiled, pulling her body from the depths of the dungeon. Standing slightly shorter than Iris, the top of her head was the same level of Iris’s nose. In the better lit room, the depth and curvature of her well-groomed body were apparent and vast.
“Oh? You already prepared him? Should I get started?” Lyra asked, stepping closer and closer to the bound male.
“Remember, you’re teaching Iris how to castrate, not performing it yourself.” Asa edged.
“Yhea, yhea, I know.” She sighed, resting her blood-spotted arm along the backrest of the chair.
The man was profusely sweating, sneaking panicked glances at the woman in close proximity. Sensing doom incarnate, he pulled away within his restraints.
“Stop moving.” Lyra ordered.
She raised her foot, sliding it over his shaking thigh, playfully tickling him before discarding his penis with her toes; she comfortably pressed his testicles between the arch of her foot and the seat.
“Ready when she is.”
The man froze, feeling a nauseating tingle emit from his already damaged package. When his sister had defamed him, lied, the female escorts wasted no time pummeling him before and after his trial. Still healing from their ruthless beating, he shed a tear. If the women were truly going to castrate him, his life would really be over.
“Please don’t. I didn’t do anything wrong.” He cried, peering into each woman's eyes, searching for a shred of mercy.
Only in Iris could it be found. The empathetic maiden winced, watching his painful contortions of fear manifest fully. For all they both knew, the man was going to die that night; by the hands of Lyra. Apathetic to it all, she couldn’t conceal her smile. What thoughts did she hide behind an innocent enough expression? Asa cleared her throat.
“Yes, Lyra. Explain the process, how do we put it? As bluntly as your methods are?” Asa said.
“Well like now? Just stomp on them until they burst. It isn’t difficult?” She said, increasing the pressure.
The man tried to squirm free, violently wiggling his hips back and forth. His testicles were far too large. Lined together, they were the same length as Lyra’s petite foot.
“I couldn’t possibly do that.” Iris protested, wincing when Lyra increased the pressure.
“What did this guy do?” Lyra asked, addressing both Asa and Neri.
“Raped his older sister.” Neri responded.
“Gotcha.” Lyra nodded, turning back to Iris. “See? He deserves it. Won’t that make it easier?”
Lyra leaned over more, compressing his meaty testicles closer and closer to their breaking point; she made it all seem so effortless.
“Seriously. It isn’t difficult. Like, just press down until you feel them start to give, then press harder. If you want some more fun, give them a few rough stomps.”
Lyra raised her foot high, shifting the black cloak back, exposing her creamy toned thighs. With trained precision, she brought it back down, using the man's nuts as a spring, before flatting them a second, then a third time.
He writhed in place, unable to close his legs. He held his mouth shut for the first few stomps, his muffled screams were still audible, but tolerable. Lyra showed no signs of stopping. That was, until he broke.
His screams broke free, unrestricted. Wide eyes and mouthed, she watched Lyra’s foot slam his nuts flat, crushing them permanently.
“Oops.” Lyra said, wiggling her toes through the mushy mess. She awkwardly stared at Asa and Neri. “Sorry, I guess I was still pumped with adrenaline from earlier.”
Neri and Asa both let out a continuous sigh. Used to Lyra’s antics, they should have seen it coming. Her sly, unapologetic smile gave it all away.
“Sorry.” Lyra said.
She gently pet the manic man's scruffy head. It wasn’t the least bit comforting, seeing that she hadn’t lifted her foot from the mush in his sack.
“I’ll strap him in the other room, you guys have extras, don’t you?” Lyra said, taking her time to undo the limp man's bindings. Neri spoke next.
“Asa, why don’t you retrieve another one of the condemned?”
“Right away.” Responded the instructor.
With haste, she exited to her right and into the spiraling tunnels of Junia Academy.
“She’ll be back in just a moment, Lyra.” Neri said.
“I wouldn’t want to miss a maiden's first castration. I’ll come back out!” She stated, chipperly at that.
Despite her petite size, she was effortlessly able to carry the man out on her back, directly into the dungeon. It was impressive.
But with her departure came an uncomfortable silence. Neri stood still besides Iris, yet, the ladder felt completely isolated. She didn’t recognize anything anymore. Her toes, tongue and fingers were numb with cold.
“I know the shock can be hard at first. But trust me, this is one of the most effective methods available to us. Take Lyra for example. She used to be more docile at one point in her life, look at her now.” Neri sighed.
Iris shook her head to and from, wiggling her golden locks back and forth.
“I could never be like that!” Iris cried desperately, reminding herself as much as Neri.
“Even if you don’t turn out as extreme as Lyra, you’re not going to come out unscathed. Rejoice. This mental suffering can be fixed with ease. Give in.”
Neri’s persuasion was cut short by two simultaneous swinging doors. Lyra and Asa returned from either side of the room. The cloaked torturer had cleaned her face and hands of any blood, allowing her pristine skin to shine. Asa, carried a man.
He was shivering, clearly cold. He was roughly the third of the size of the man from before. He was skinny, even bordering on a form of malnourishment. His dirty blond hair stood straight on end, a byproduct of his abhorrent fears.
Asa gently lowered him into the chair, adjusting the straps to contour his arms and legs. She didn’t even bother with the neck and chest restraints. For one, they were too large, and he was far too weak to contend with them. Iris took a step forward, seemingly against her own will. More than anything, she wanted to run, to flee. The horrors she had seen would never leave. Had they truly already become a part of her being? She refused the notion.
“Any maiden could handle this pathetic little thing.” Asa spat. “He was caught stealing in the capital of all places. The nerve of this one. And, he also has big balls.” She added, slightly impressed.
It was true. Between quivering legs were two titanic testicles, comparable to a beast rather than man. How he managed to be that endowed, was a mystery.
Lyra licked her lips; she was envious of Iris. However, inverse to his massive testicles, was a shriveled, barely noticeable penis. It was truly just skin at that point.
“Well Iris? His nuts are all yours. Just do as Lyra instructed. And remember, he deserves it.” Neri said; the Lone Legion gave Iris a harsh shove, sending her stumbling forward. Lyra poked her head from behind the taller woman.
“Don’t forget, you can use your hands as well!” She suggested, eagerly waiting for the carnage.
Iris froze in place, watching the small man shiver. An invisible, imaginal breeze knocked her off her feet, bringing her to her knees. Head level with the thief's testicles, she could smell them. It was neither pleasureful, nor unpleasant. Of all the senses she had command over, her scent was the most pleasant. Her eyes were watering, and everything else was numb.
She shifted her eyes up, tracing the toned abs of the condemned. Their eyes met for a brief, but electrifying moment. Iris wasn’t the only one crying. His watery tears reflected her own as she realized, she wasn’t the only one feeling the same exact fear. No words had been exchanged, but Iris knew enough.
In a world ruled of new order, the Sunlethe Empire, he and her were alone. He needed saving as much as she did.
“Iris. One quick strike, and it will be all over.” Neri soothed from behind, trying to coerce Iris to do the righteous deed of punishing the wicked.
Iris lunged out, managing to startle everyone in the room. She hadn’t struck him, but embraced him, wrapping her slender arms around his chest and the chair. She buried her face into his stomach, giving him her warmth.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Asa said; she was the first to speak after a long pause.
Iris retracted from the bound man, caressing his hairless thigh.
“I want to save him.” Iris said sternly; she stood, facing the three other women.
“What?” The other three erroneously asked.
“I want to make him my pet.” Iris affirmed, stamping her heel into the stone.
“You simply can't, he's condemned!” Neri blurted.
“Asa said it herself, any maiden could handle him! Even if I took his testicles, stripped him of his pride, what makes you think I would change? But let me take him!" Iris pleaded, pointing behind herself to the weeping man. “I’ll learn your ways, serve the Sunlethe Empire. Make him serve me! Isn’t that what you want?”
Neri and Asa both looked to each other, silently speaking with their eyes. Lyra had seemed to grow bored, purposely crossing her eyes behind it all, while the other tense women silently stared each other down.
“Fine.” Neri finally said.
The tanned woman caught a nasty glance from Asa, before walking to unstrap the man. Without dallying, she strode past Iris, only placing her hand on the shaking maiden's shoulder for a moment. Iris couldn’t stop warbling, or unclench her fists.
“There is hope in every maiden, Iris. If you believe having this pathetic man as your pet will unlock your primal right, so be it.” Neri said.
Asa began to walk forward, keeping her eyes fixated on Neri.
“I hope you know what you’re doing, Neri.”
“Of course, Azisa.” Neri chuckled, lifting the shivering man from his feet. “Come with me, Iris.”
Iris finally free of her trance, waddled after Neri, leaving the forsaken rooms, and into the howling cool night, in Junia Academy.
“Is that it then?” Lyra asked, already halfway into the Castration Chamber. She shut the door soon after, not waiting for a response from Asa.
Alone, the instructor pondered.
“Oh Iris. There will be interesting years ahead, for both of us.” She said.
