At first I thought she was a ghost. She was wearing an all white wedding gown, yet she was out in the middle of nowhere.

As we approached each other, she stopped and stared at me, with tears running from her brown eyes, and a splatter of blood on her chest.

"What the hell happened to you?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

"It-it was horrible,” she stammered. "I-I was all set to become Mrs. Mia Steele, then... these horrible men came... with guns... my fiancé... our lips were never able to finish speaking our vows..."

She was clearly too shaken up to continue, so I gave her a hug, hoping to calm her. That... was clearly a mistake! The next thing I felt was a needle in my side, and a knee to the balls. I fell backwards clutching my nuts, looking up with blurred vision, I could see her wiggling a pointed finger at me, and a smirk on her face.

As she said, "Did I say you could hold onto my nuts, baby?" She pulled my hands away from my body and stomped on 'em. I could feel them being grinded against my body, almost flattening for...

1...

2...

3... seconds until I passed out completely.

I awoke sitting on a tree stump, my legs tied around the base of it, my arms tied around my back.

"Aw, looks like my little baby has finally woken up. You were really naughty earlier you know! Trying to keep my little nutsies to yourself."

1...

2...

3... times she slapped my across the face.

"Now hold still, and shut up. Otherwise, this could hurt. Wouldn't want that now would we?" As she held out a knife, and started to slowly cut away at my shirt. "Want to hear the *real* reason I'm in a wedding dress? Of course you do, you silly fuck. Well, imagine a cowering little dumbass who'd do anything to please me... if your little brain can't, I'll go get a mirror for you to look at. Only difference between the two of ya’s, is that he had money. He offered me a ring, so why not take it? I pawned it off the next day of course. No ring was ever going to hold me down.

“Shortly later we picked out a wedding dress, and I figured this was as far as I was gonna go with the whole charade.

“Planning for a shitty wedding you were never gonna have gets boring, fast.

“So, one night while we were sleeping- well at least he was - just like a little baby. I got out of bed, put on my wedding dress, and picked up the same knife I'm gonna cut you with. Walked up to the bed, and touched his arm. Told him it was time, he looked up at me asking if it was our fucking wedding day already.

“I laughed, with a grin on my face as I grabbed his baby-makers with all my might, and told him that it was something much more important.

“With just one swipe he was no longer a man. He passed out, and I left him there. Dunno what happened to him after that, but why should I care? I got a new pair of ballsies!"

My shirt was completely cut as this point, and everything she was going to do became completely clear.

I stammered out, “Pl-please miss. I never eve-"

"You never what? Fucked? You’re a fucking virgin?!"

She busted out laughing at me.

"Don't worry little boy, since you were never a man to begin with, you aren't really going to be losing anything now are ya?"

She continued cutting off my clothes, this time a hole around my crotch, letting my cock fall out.

"Awww, look at that, your little baby cock is getting hard. Must be the closest it's come gotten to a woman before."

She moved forward, and started moaning softly in my ear, “Ohhh, yeah. That’s it, make sure my cock is nice and hard for me."

Then she slowly grabbed the sac with one hand, and started sawing away with the other. My whole bag came off, and all I could do was whimper, twist, and cry. Completely powerless.

She held my bag up to my eyes. "See? Wasn’t that easy? Now I've got balls and you don't!" She couldn't help but laugh at how pathetic I was. "Go on... give 'em a kiss. Lick 'em up. If you do... I'll let you fuck me. You'd like that wouldn't you? You wouldn't be a virgin anymore."

So I did as she asked, I suckled on my own balls... just hoping that maybe... I'd be able to keep my dick for a little while longer. I was wrong; she dropped my balls on the ground. Lifted her dress up a little, and started stepping on them, grinding them into the dirt. Popping them before my very eyes.

She giggled. “Now my balless fuck, the only thing left is that little virgin cocklette of yours" as she sawed her way through the top of it.

After she cut it free and turned away from me, she laid down on the ground.

"I never lied to you, when I said you got to fuck me, I just... neglected to mention that you wouldn't be attached to your cock anymore."

All I could do was watch and listen as my moans of pain blended together with her moans of pleasure, until I finally passed out.