"Well, it's broke."

No shit.

"I know it's broken, but can you fix it?" I said with all the patience I could manage. I have people skills, that's why I work in sales, but seriously. I don't like being taken advantage of by some dumb little hillbilly, and my voice was starting to show it.

"Yep. Thing is, though, I'm gonna need a coupla special parts."

Really now?

"And let me guess, you need to order them, and it'll cost extra?"

"It ain't gonna cost you too much, son, but it ain't gonna be cheap." He paused as his face wrinkled into that repulsive grin again.

"But from the looksa things, money ain't that much of a problem for ya..."

There it is. A guy in a nice suit with a nice car has a breakdown in the middle of Hicksville, USA, and of course some shabby little redneck was going to try and take advantage of him.

Shit, I might not know anything about cars, but I knew plenty about people. I made money, I mattered, and I wasn't about to take any crap from someone who I sincerely doubted had finished high school. I stared down into his little button eyes, his stained hair, and I got ready to show this ugly little piece of nothing who was in charge here. I drew a breath to begin speaking, but when I tried to form words, all that came out was a choked whimper.

You see, his daughter had just walked in. His tall, blonde, please-God-be-eighteen daughter strutted in, and even through her grey coverall I knew she was gorgeous. Long legs lifted her easily a head taller than her father, putting her just about eye level with me. Full hips swiveled, and an ample bosom bobbed along, just begging for attention. Those full lips and pretty little face were framed by locks of gorgeous blonde hair escaping from under the greasy cap she wore. Gray-black stains covered her boots, her cap, her coverall (the bust in particular), but had somehow managed to avoid her face.

I get around, I see plenty of attractive women. I sleep with a lot of them. Like I said, I'm good with people; I make people give me what I want. But this girl; the moment I looked at her all I could think about was sliding that body of hers out of that musty coverall and showing her what's what.

And she wanted it too, as she caught a look at me her lips parted slightly, the eyes stared intently, she took a little breath and gave me that come-hither-and-fuck-me-with-all-you-got look I know so well. Women will deny it, bitch about it, say it was all me and they were tipsy or just lost in the moment, but I know that look when I see it. I know it when they want it. And I make no apologies for getting what I want.

I coughed awkwardly, but regained my composure and smiled just enough to flash those perfectly white teeth of mine. Just like that, I had gone from the-customer-from-hell to Mr. Trustworthy. I kept my peripheral vision on her, let her know that I was interested, but looked down at her father.

"Well, what do you propose we do about this?" I asked, in a controlled, friendly voice, smiling gently. Just to let this girl know I'm nice to her daddy.

"You know, for you, I think I could get those parts by, oh...tomorrow." He said, grinning even more broadly.

I'm not stupid, for the record. I know what's going on. He builds me up, taking an hour to "examine" my engine, hitting me with some bad news. Then, he wheels in this pretty little Daisy Duke daughter of his and hits you with some good news so you feel like he's doing you a real favor. Whatever dumb locals he generally caters to must think he's the best mechanic who ever lived. Well, I'll play their game, let them think their little ploy is working for a while. But this girl's used to playing farmers, tractor-drivers, gas station attendants. She's never had a really smooth operator. I'd work my special brand of magic on this broad, show her a few tricks these country boys have never even heard of. And tomorrow, when her daddy tries to stiff me on the bill, I'll show him how a real salesman gets his money's worth. His little scam here was smart, I'll give him that, but me? I'm fucking magic.

"Alright, you're the mechanic. I'll just find a place to stay the night, and I'll swing by tomorrow." I said smoothly, as though he'd been waiting for my permission.

"Sounds like a plan, sir." The wrinkly little man said, shutting the hood of my car. "My daughter here'll take ya over to the office, give you the name of a nice hotel and call ya a cab. I'll see ya bright and early." He said finally. His daughter stopped eye-fucking me just long enough acknowledge what he'd said, and replied in a voice that was liquid sex.

"Yes, papa. I'll see you tomorrow."

She kept her eyes on me, but turned her body to a door on the far side of the shop. I casually stepped forward and took the lead towards the door, letting her know I was calmly in control. I heard that father of hers whistle as he walked towards the back of the shop, and a moment later I heard the sound of rickety old tires on gravel as he sped off, probably thinking about how he was going to spend my money. Dumb little bastard had fallen so thoroughly for my Mister-nice-guy routine he didn't even consider there'd be a problem if he left his daughter alone and oh-so-vulnerable with me. I grinned at the thought. Here in a couple of hours, I'd be laughing at that fool and fucking his daughter sideways.

I stepped through the door and into a dirty little office, with ruined chairs and dust over everything. The last time the place had been cleaned was probably a distant memory. The girl stepped through the door, exhaled calmly, taking off her cap and flipping her beautiful blonde head of hair around her in a dazzling display of femininity. God-damn she was something. She picked up a pen and a pad of paper.

"So, uh, here's the name of a nice local hotel. It doesn't cost too much, and it's just as nice as the fancier ones you'd find just off the interstate." She said slowly, barely looking at the paper as she jotted down the address. "If you'll hold on a sec, I'll call you a cab." She said as she held out the slip of paper. I reached forward, and summoning all my charm, gave her the perfect look in the eyes as my fingers brushed hers. I took the piece of paper, and tucked it right in the front pocket of my suit. I carefully assumed my best position, just a little too casual to look like a pose. It showed off the perfectly proportioned jaw and wide shoulders, while at the same time displaying the suit in all its expensive glory. I heard someone answer on the other end of the phone, and watched smugly as she paused for a moment before answering. I was in.

"Yeah, hey, uh, I need a cab in front of the eXpress car shop. We got us a customer that, uh, needs a lift to a hotel." She barely heard whatever reply came from the other end of the line as she set down the phone. She inhaled, letting her chest heave in a move that no doubt sent the locals stammering. But I held my ground. I kept my eyes on her face while letting my body respond to her little signal. I didn't have to use any lines, and already she wanted it. God, I knew I was good, but this was just too fucking easy.

"You uh, want to wait out on the front porch for just a moment? I'll be out in just a sec to keep ya company." She said through a thin veil of indifference. Probably wanted a moment to smudge on whatever makeup she had. That was all right, I knew how to use a lapse in the conversation to my advantage. When she came out onto that porch, I'd hit her with everything I've got. I stepped out the front door and strode across the dilapidated little porch. The view was actually kinda nice, I could see the sun setting behind the hills and turning the clouds an exquisite shade of pink. I was thinking about how to position myself to use every bit of light to my advantage, when I heard something come barreling through the tall grass. Then, I heard it bark. It was a big dog, looked to be at least one hundred pounds, a mongrel or indiscriminate pedigree, with vicious eyes and slavering jaws. It charged the porch, barking loudly enough to make my heart skip a beat, a chain rattling around its neck. My eyes went wide and I stumbled back a step, paralyzed as it shot towards me. I was certain I was about to die, scared shitless and torn to pieces by some mutt, when suddenly the chain went taut. The dog's momentum broke, stopped just inches from the base of the porch. It stood down there, barking, pulling wildly against the chain. I caught my breath and checked myself. I hadn't exactly responded with competence, but I was alive. I turned around to see if the girl had seen it, to know how this little incident was affecting my chances.

I turned around just in time to catch a glimpse of golden blonde hair, and the wrench she was holding as it descended upon my forehead. And then everything went black.

I woke up fairly quickly, with a hammering pain in my forehead. For a moment, the pain was all I could think about, forcing my eyes shut tight, turning everything red. I groaned and gritted my teeth, letting the pain subside. As the pain diminished and I slowly opened my eyes, I realized I was chained, spread eagle, down on what felt like a solid metal table. Or at least, half of me was. From the waist up, I felt cold metal against my back. But my ankles hung painfully in a pair of stirrups, my unsupported pelvis groaning with a dozen little aches and pains that felt as though they would only get worse. What was more, while my socks and shoes were still on, there was no underwear and no pants. My dick looked flimsy and small, the glaring white lights hanging over me casting my flesh in a pale, infantile light. I felt very exposed, and very uncomfortable. As my breathing began to slow down to normal, I became aware of the light glinting off of everything around me. I was surrounded by bulky machines and tables covered with screws, bolts, and other bits of metal. I was just becoming cognizant of how expansive the space around me truly was, when I picked out a pasty white face staring back at me.

Up against a concrete wall, maybe twenty feet to my left, an unblinking face looked back at me. Round, pouty lips and flabby jowls were locked in a stoic half-grimace, but the eyes were wide and alive with fear. He was sitting, pasty-smooth knees hugged to his chest, his entire body hairless, flabby and pale. There was a roundness to his face that made me question his masculinity for a moment, but no, he was most likely male. I would have been terrified to meet his unblinking gaze under normal circumstances, but there was something in his face that made it impossible to be afraid of him. Before you even locked eyes with him, you felt he had succumbed completely, given in without a fight. There was no will left in that face. It was broken, sad, empty. Just meeting his gaze caused his lips to quiver slightly, and in a soft voice that seemed to beg forgiveness, he uttered a single phrase-

"If you beg for death, she'll only make it worse." And that was all he said to me. For a moment something else seemed to cross his eyes, something horrible and forboding. Something like- empathy?

Oh god. That disgusting little thing, the way he looked at me. He felt sorry for me. The sorriest, most unhappy person I've ever laid eyes on, and he's looking at me like I'm the one who needs help. Hatred mingled with the building dread, pushing the vulnerability down just enough to let me think. I pulled my eyes off of that sad little ball of flesh, and the mere suddenness of the action made him clasp his eyes and pull even deeper into himself.

My eyes darted across the room, and I realized there were more people. Most of them appeared to be men, although a few could have gone either way, from the looks of them. But none were distinctly women. They were all naked, and none of them stood. They all sat, or lay, most of them against a wall. I noticed chains around some of them, linking them to the ground, and a few of them were inside little square cages of metal bars or Plexiglas. A few whimpered, a few rocked back and forth, all guarded their crotches. I saw one I would have sworn was a woman, as it clearly had breasts, but as I examined the face I realized it had to be man. A pale, amazingly clean shaven man. Seeing all these people around made me self conscious, and for a moment I feared one of them might rise, advance on me or take advantage of my exposed genitals, but none did. They all sat, muted, empty and almost less than human. Their lack of motivation was fascinating, but my interest slowly shifted to the devices around me nonetheless.

They were mostly bulky, but I couldn't for the life of me discern what any of them were for. I slowly discerned particular parts- hooks, blades, drills- all of them seemed to have something dangerous protruding from them. My eyes darted from device to device, panic overtaking curiosity as I thought harder and harder about what any of them might be for.

A sudden thumping noise echoed through the spacious room, and I was so startled I swear I felt the vibrations rattle my limply dangly testicles. I looked to the far corner, and realized there was light streaming from a hole in the ceiling. The thumping was actually boots, the girl's boots, hitting the steps of a ladder as she descended into the room.

She was humming merrily.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. What was this place?

"Hey there stud!" she said brightly, looking me directly in the eyes. "Sorry about ol' Elvis. He's a good dog, really, he's just not accustomed to strangers." She said as eagerly as if she were talking to a close relative. Her indifference to my nudity, vulnerability, and overall state of discomfort was chilling.

"Where am I?" I asked, holding my voice together nicely, except perhaps a slight crack near the end.

"Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners?" the girl asked, seeming to be earnestly flustered. "This here is daddy's basement, underneath his garage. He used to use it for storage, but then his legs started going bad, and he couldn't use the ladder no more. Why, he hasn't been down here in years. He only sends me down here now and again to get something for him; but for the most part he rarely even acknow-ledges this place exists anymore." That pretty face of hers smiled brightly.

"Wha- what am I doing here?" I forced out, my voice still steady, but quavering.

"I've got a bit of explaining to do." She lowered her voice dramatically. "See, when I was little, real little, I was out on a friends' farm, and I saw a bull getting banded and castrated. I didn't really understand it at the time, but the image stayed with me and became my earliest memory. And when I was around twelve, all my friends started gettin' really into boys. They were all talkin' about which was the tallest, the handsomest, probably the strongest, writing little notes and that sort of thing. But I wasn't interested in boys at all. I thought I was weird, some kind of a freak. I was developin' faster than all my friends in most regards, but I just wasn't developing an attraction to boys. I thought maybe I might like girls instead, but I tried that a couple of times, and there was still nothin'. But that one memory stayed with me, that bull havin' his big ol' balls sliced off. I stayed up at night thinkin' about it, I would even draw little pictures during class. When all my friends started going off about boys, I started picturing the boys in place of the bull; bent over, helpless, having their baggy little scrotums sliced and blood squirting as their scrawny little pricks went limp forever!" Her enthusiasm was obvious.

"One boy in particular, was named Ray," she said, placing her hand affectionately on a particularly bloated man. "And he caught me lookin' at 'im in class, right? He thought I was all into 'im, but all I was really thinkin' about was what if there was a hole in his chair for his nuts to hang through, so I could slide my foot up under his chair and kick 'em 'til they were mashed up like rotten potatoes, and then slice open his sac so they would just ooze out and I could pick 'em up and show them to 'im!" She slowed down to catch her breath. She resumed petting the bloated former man, who cringed and whimpered, but refused to move from his spot.

"So anyway, after class he came up and asked me out, and was real sweet about it. A few days later he picked me up, and we had a boring time driving around a boring town, and he kept trying to put his arm around me." Her voice got just a little harsher, and the bloated man I assumed to be Ray sobbed.

"After that, he drove me back to my daddy's garage and we sat down on the front porch for a little bit. He kept talkin' and laughin' and tryin' to grab me, but I just kept on gettin' up and gettin' him another of daddy's beers. After an hour or two he just fell asleep right on the front porch." She laughed, and squeezed Ray's cheek. "At first I thought I'd just take one of daddy's cars home and leave 'im there to wake up alone, but as I was pulling out and passing the front porch, I saw him lying there with his legs open and I had an idea." She grinned sadistically, and Ray cried openly, hot tears brimming down his cheeks.

"I ran back into Daddy's garage and I grabbed a length of chain and a couple of really tight bands. I hooked the chain up to the back of daddy's truck and real quiet, went over to the porch, unzipped his pants, and tied those bands around the base of his scrotum so tight I could see vessels popping. I hooked the bands to the end of the chain, and he woke up just in time to hear the tires screech as I gunned the engine." She was breathing faster, and she seemed largely oblivious to the fact her sharp nails were biting into Ray's shoulder. Ray only kept on crying, too complacent to even move. "I swear to God that was the first time I'd ever felt ANYTHING so arousing! The screams as he was pulled around by his own dirty little ballsac! The begging, the fear! I felt so alive, so powerful, this HAD to be better than whatever silly little ideas my friends had about boys! Boys were there for MY pleasure, MY wants, and I was in control! Oh God, there's still a huge stain on the front seat of that car. Even when I finally had enough and pulled to a stop, it was a half hour before I got out of the front seat and came back to shut up his cryin'." And she giggled maliciously.

"Course, Ray was only the first. After that, I just couldn't stop experimenting! I had to be careful and all, no use in lettin' anyone know where all those handsome young men about town were goin'. I had to surprise 'em, show up when they were alone and no one was around to see them drive off with a horny lil' southern belle and a six pack of beer. That way, no one knows I had anything to do with 'em right before they disappeared, so I get to keep 'em!"

I looked around at all the quivering, broken, hopeless little men around me. These had been sons, fathers, husbands, firemen and police officers; in short, they had been men. What had she reduced them to? What was she going to reduce me to? She read the frantic look in my eyes and licked her lips.

"Do you know what I call 'em when I keep 'em? Well, I can't call them men no more, 'cause they ain't. No sir. And I spent the longest time thinkin' about it. But after I kept the first few of them down here for a little while, they started lookin' different. They got all pale, and chubby, and cute, and I thought to myself, well I know just what these all look like to me! And what did I decide to call y'all? C'mon, what are all of ya?" she said as though she expected each and every one of them to answer her. But they all stayed completely still.

"Bunnies! You're all my special little bunny rabbits, each and every one of you! Isn't that right?" She turned to one runty looking bunny in particular, who didn't look a day over fifteen years old. She began tickling his neck. "Who's my special little bunny? Is it you Chester? Is it you?" she said, tickling and making faces like he was a puppy.

"Charlie." The boy said weakly. She started up, shocked that it had spoken to her.

"What was that?" She demanded, standing up tall and letting an imposing shadow fall across the runt.

"I- I said- my name is- Ch-ch-charlie...not...Chester." He said meekly, his voice getting higher with each word. The girl stared at him for a moment, her eyes seeming to stab into him. Then, with authoritarian calmness, she drew her hand back and brought it down on him like a hammer. The weak little boy toppled over sobbing, and as he scrambled meekly I caught a horrifying glimpse of mutilated tissue between his legs.

"What's your name?!" the girl demanded, her voice surprisingly deep, booming through the room like a thunderclap. The boy only cried and fumbled meekly to raise his arms in self-defense.

"I said, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?" I felt myself starting to sweat, sharing the terror of this boy as I saw this girl in all her terrifying wrath. She was overpowering, dominating the room, filling it with her presence. She was horrifying and I felt smaller than I had ever felt in my entire left.

"Ch-ch-chester..." said the boy in a voice I would have sworn came from a litte girl.

"What was that?!"

"Chester!" The boy squeaked through his tears.

"And what are you?"

"I'm-(sniff)-I'm a..."

"A WHAT?"

"A bunny..."

"What are you!?"

"I'm a bunny!" The boy squealed, cowering shamelessly, pathetically, disgustingly.

The girl dropped her goddess-of-pain persona, and in an instant was a sweet but overpowering young woman again.

"And what do bunnies look like? Make a bunny face!" she cooed. The bunny whimpered, but squinted his eyes and made a nibbling motion with his lips and nose. It was surprisingly convincing.

"Make a little bunny noise!" she squealed, clapping her hands together with mad, childlike glee.

"What do bunnys even sound-?"

"MAKE A BUNNY NOISE!"

"Meep meep meep!" The boy squeaked out as the girl giggled deliriously. This woman was fucking insane. She finished laughing and turned her attention from Chester and back towards me. My entire body cringed, one part in particular.

"Chester here is still kinda new. Why, he just stopped bleeding a couple of weeks ago." She paused to looked down at the shriveled little man. "You were a messy little bunny, yes you were..." she laughed.

"On Chester here I did it old school, real basic. A bander and a knife, just to go back to the basics and get my hands a little dirty again. Usually, I use one of THESE." She said, and gestured expansively to the room full of machinery. "The first few guys I just used what I had. Knives, hammers, power tools. Anything interesting daddy'd left laying around. And for a coupla years, that was enough." She picked up a power drill and pulled the trigger, letting it spin around a few times.

"But eventually, even the most inventive applications of simple tools wasn't enough. I was hungry for the screams of little boys, and the passion was going out of it. So I had to go BIGGER!" She said as she let out a laugh. She gestured to a machine that seemed to consist of a gurney and a sinister looking serrated blade. "This here is Rusty, he's my oldest!" she said proudly.

"How this works, you get the guy strapped down. Then, you slide this spiky looking number through one of his testicles like a skewer, see? Then, you start the engine and the little spike starts spinning around. You give 'im a coupla minutes to get a little used to that, and once he thinks the pain can't possibly get any worse..." she tapped the top of the spike, and it split out in four directions like a spiky metal flower blooming all at once. I shuddered as I pictured my own testicles being sliced in all different directions, and the girl giggled.

"I used Rusty here on Benny; Benny's one of my favorite bunnies!" she remarked excitedly, striding over to a Plexiglas cage. "Watch this. Hey Benny!" she said tapping on the glass. Benny was average sized, paunchy, with sagging arms and a face like a chubby infants'. He had the widest eyes I had ever seen on a human being. The moment she tapped on the glass, he flinched, and threw himself to the other side of the cell screaming.

"C'mon Benny, it's okay! Hey, look! Look Benny! I got somethin' for ya!" And with that she ripped open the front of her coveralls and pushed her ample bosom right up against the Plexiglas. Benny screamed louder and covered his eyes, hiding from a view most guys would have killed for.

"C'mon...don't you wanna see 'em? They're right here Benny, all you have to do is look up and you can have 'em!" Benny continued squealing.

"Not even a peek?" she pouted. Even in my current state, I still unconsciously strained and raised my neck, trying to catch a glimpse of her massive breasts. But no luck. Eventually she sighed and closed up the front of her coveralls, feigning disappointment but smiling in private delight. Benny was so far gone he couldn't be persuaded to look at a naked woman.

"And Benny here was just the first! Next, I made a machine that puts hooks in each one, and took nearly a day to pluck 'em off. Then one that sliced them up like little sausages while they were still attached! One of my personal favorites was a jackhammer with a blunted tip, that slowly crept in tighter and tighter until finally it was massaging the poor fella's pelvis from the inside. Ooooh, that was an afternoon..." she shut her eyes and smiled.

"Cute story about one bunny, back when I would pop one, give the guy some time to heal up and grow the other one extra big, then smash that one, I had this one bunny chained up and reaaaaaally numbed with ice and anesthesia. He didn't even feel it when I put a hook into his remaining testicle. Then, I told him I'd taken 'em BOTH out, and "accidentally" left him unlocked. As soon as I left, I heard him roll over and try to scamper off." She stopped to cackle. "Except, he probably shoulda checked himself, 'cuz as he ran off he didn't notice the hook in his numb testicle, or the fishing line coming out the back of it. Oh, I wish I could've seen his face when I heard that pop followed by that scream! Mmmm..." she closed her eyes and allowed herself to reminisce.

"Okay, enough of my hobbies. Let's talk about you." She said, smiling seductively. She strutted over to me, shamelessly letting those hips sway from side to side. "We'll start off with some basic stuff...routine ball torture, foreplay really. But then we'll move on to a special surprise just for you." She giggled, then, flipped back her hair. She started unzipping that coverall, just like she'd done for Benny, but much, much slower. She showed skin, then cleavage, and just when I thought she was about to expose herself entirely I saw the top of a tight tan tanktop. She slid her toned arms out of the sleeves, and worked the coverall down her legs. Long, lightly bronzed legs revealed themselves, topped with the tiniest pair of shorts I had ever seen. The boots stayed, but flattered her calves nicely. Just standing there she was better looking than any centerfold I had ever seen, and I had seen a lot.

"Shall we get started?" she said softly, her voice a disturbing parody of enticing. She bent over, rummaging about the floor, and a moment later produced a pair of jumper cables.

Oh god.

I was sweating uncontrollably, but I was unable to speak. I opened my mouth, but all that came out was a squeak. My exposed genitals cried out to my brain, which was in turn begging my limbs to do something, but nothing happened. I rattled and pulled and quivered just a bit, but couldn't break free. She flashed her teeth at me as a wild look crept into her eyes.

"Don't worry! I know this looks rough, but believe me, you'd be amazed what your testicles can survive. These here little clamps won't even pop 'em. From what I hear, they'll FEEL like they're popping, but they'll still be there when we're done. For now, let's enjoy ourselves, hmm?"

And with that she clipped them onto my testicles.

I've been bitten by dogs before. I've been kidney punched before. Both of them have hurt. But the pain that tore its way into my scrotum and tickled my nerves was only comparable to a dog eating out my kidneys while I was still alive. The pain in my legs and my hips was NOTHING compared to the agony in my testicles. I let out a scream, and felt the first of many, many hot tears boiling up in my eyes.

"Damn. And I haven't even turned the electricity on." She giggled.

You know how in movies, when someone gets electrocuted, there's always like a generator hum or a faint buzz right before everything starts? You don't get anything like that in real life. You just get a few seconds that stretch out like hours while you wait for the pain to start, and then, all at once, with no warning, it does.

It was like every molecule in my balls was fighting with every other molecule; like they were being crushed and pulled in every direction at once. I was sure I was screaming, my mouth was open, but I couldn't hear my own voice. I couldn't hear or see much of anything. My eyes were clamped tight with colors flashing before them, and I was deaf to the world.

The next two hours were a blur that seemed to stretch on for years. I was vaguely aware of her, standing around me, always laughing. The lights intermittently became brighter or darker, but as the world around me became lighter or darker I swore I saw her change. She was turning into some kind of monster, her body growing and bulging as she devoured my masculinity. I was a cup, a vessel shaped like a human, but she simply jammed a straw into me and sucked me out, making me shrink smaller and smaller. I saw her begin to tower over me, beautiful feminine flesh exploding with fur as her body grew right out of her clothes and her monstrous head scraped the ceiling. Her massive foot came down and the ground shook, and I scurried about like all the other little rabbits, desperately seeking shelter and finding none. One by one, she picked us all up and bellowed out laughter as she gobbled us down, licking her sharp claws and gorging herself on all the helpless white bunnies. She bloated and swelled, and I trembled in my tiny white fur as the walls and ceiling gave in around her, and finally she picked me up as casually as she would a dead mouse, licked her lips, and swallowed me down.

I saw her, again a normal sized girl, ripping the expensive suit off of me and laughing.

Between periods of ball torture I saw her jiggling my love handles, running her hand over my gut, drawing attention to my every imperfection and vulnerability. I would have sworn somewhere in the haze I actually felt my penis slide into my abdomen, withdrawing and hiding away for good. I started coming out of it, and I had no idea how much time had passed. My suit was actually gone, and I was in fact now naked. A numb pain burned and stung me from my crotch, and it felt like ants were biting my pelvis all over.

I saw her, drenched in sweat and breathing heavy, reclining against one of the nearby tables. She was tired, she'd been working hard, but she smiled with satisfaction. The past several hours had been electrocutions, punches, and all sorts of small injuries. Now she was planning to wrap up.

"I want to show you the last machine I made." She said finally, striding over to a long, waist-high device under a sheet and wheeling to towards me. She yanked the cloth off of the device, and grinned as I tried to take it in. It looked like some kind of compressor with a long, transparent tube coming from one end.

"You see, what we do, is we take your sac, like so, and insert it into the end of the tube." And with that, she grabbed my burning scrotum and pulled the end of the tube over it.

"And the rest is really quite simple. When I flip a switch, the compressor either adds or removes pressure from the other end of the tube. The changes in pressure cause a piston in the middle of the tube to slide either forward or backward; when enough pressure is put behind the piston, it'll shoot all the way to the end of the tube with your scrotum, and ram into your testicles. Now, the piston can't leave the end of the tube, but depending on how much pressure I put behind it, it'll either give your nuts a little love tap, or..." she didn't need to finish that sentence.

I wanted to break free, but my arms had no strength in them. They were limp, weak, inadequate. Scrawny, I finally admitted to myself. She wasn't a particularly tall girl, she was average height. I was just short. Puny. All the bravado, the machismo, the confidence; it had all been an act. This was who I really was. A scared little boy, someone else's play thing. The fight left me. I didn't look forward to the pain, but I didn't fight it. I gave up. She'd won.

She flicked the machine on, and sat on top of it, straddling it like a horse. Her excitement was apparent. The machine rattled and hummed, and she trembled with renewed excitement. The foreplay was over. Time to hunker down and rut like an animal.

I looked down the tube, at the piston that was about to begin pulverizing my crotch. My eyes were red, I had been crying like an infant for hours now. Before she even opened her mouth, I knew what she was about to say.

"Beg."

She didn't offer protection, release, or even to go easy. She simply made her

demand. And I complied. Not because I thought it would do me any good; I simply had no choice. I was nothing. A eunuch in the making, a dying thing that had never really been a man to begin with. I did as she ordered. And I did it with gusto.

"Please!" I blubbered, mucus bubbling out my nose and onto my upper lip. "Don't take my manhood! I'll do anything, give anything! You can have an arm, a leg, a kidney, you can kill me¸ but for the love of God, don't make me like those things, those bunnies! Oh God, I want to go on being a man!"

She smiled smugly, then perversely, then hit the switch.

The piston shot up the tube, and slammed remorselessly against my waiting testicles. They were sore, bruised, swollen, and raw. Fast moving air assaulted my sensitive skin, and the piston slammed into my testicles. I felt them flatten, bulge, like a grape about to burst out of its skin, but they held. My head whipped back and forth as I cried in agony, and I heard hers whip back for another reason. I felt the blood pushing itself back into my dying testicles, I felt my dick growing hard and high in one desperate final erection. This was it. They were going to be gone in mere minutes.

"Why!? Why me? What did I ever do to you? My life was fine! I don't want this, I don't NEED this! Why in God's name do you have to make other people suffer?!" I screamed, alarmed by the highness of my own voice. She only laughed and flipped her hair out of her face, and hit the lever again. Time slowed down as her eyes lit up and the piston fired a second time, harder, roaring down the tube.

My testicles had become slightly tangled, and the one on the left took the brunt of the force. I felt it rupture on the edges, and knew I would never feel pain worse than this. It tried to hold its spherical shape as it leaked blood and semen over the inside of my scrotum, and I knew a part of me was dying. I would never be the same. Never, ever again.

"Don't make me like them!" I begged. "Don't make me a bunny! I'm a man, damnit, a strong man, and that's all I have, don't you get it! I need this! I need THEM! I'm a frightened, weak little boy in a mans' suit, and every day the only identity I have that any one gives a shit about is the fact I'm a man! Don't take that from me! It isn't yours! Let me have SOMETHING, let me have..." she hit the switch again, and the piston roared toward me a final time.

I felt time slowing down as the piston rammed into me. The left one burst first, fluid spraying from inside it as it flattened like a fruit. I screamed, feeling as though I could see my life flying out of me and into her as she devoured my virility with her cold metal machine. My right testicle, my last outpost of strength seemed to squeal as its sides swelled and then burst, flattening, emptying, diminishing. My erect penis shot my final, bloody wad out of itself, and began to cripple and wither. Reverberations shot up my pelvis and through my body, the pain in my crotch echoing everywhere. I was in agony, empty, shrieking, agony, and I was nothing.

I heard the girl, that twisted, ball-eating bitch groan and roll off of her machine. I heard the bunnies sobbing around me, and finally I heard myself. "Myself" had changed, it was shrinking, sliding away, masculinity oozing out of me for good as the first squeal of a sad, frightened bunny escaped my throat.

I felt my ears lengthen, a furry little tail appear from behind me. I shrank to the floor, fear making my heart beat faster and faster. I looked for someplace to scurry, someplace to hide, but the wolf towered over me and held me in place with her stare. She pinned me with her massive paw and devoured me alive, her eyes laughing all the while.

And all I could cry was "Meep, meep, meep..."