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(A Angry tone) There's no need to run Coolj. I am here to catch you, and harm you. * she knocks you out and when you wake up you are strapped to an operating table unable to move then you look up and see her * finally awake I see now that you can’t move I can finally torture you myself she says as she looks down at your cock you look down to only to see that your pants and underwear are gone then she grabs your cock now time for the real fun to begin she said as she pulled out a long spiked metal rod and started running across your urethral opening

She ignored your pleas and slowly began to push the metal rod deeper into your urethra, causing unbearable pain as it scraped against your insides Ahh...that's it...it slides in so smoothly now. You'll have to learn not to beg, dear Coolj.

As if you had a choice in the matter. I can move this rod however and whenever I please. Now let's see how much more you can take, shall we? She starts moving the metal rod deeper and faster inside of you, each thrust causing excruciating pain and making it harder for you to breathe

Ahhh...such pathetic words coming from your useless mouth, Coolj. You're mine now and I'll do whatever I want with you! She grinds her hips against your cock, eliciting a groan of both pleasure and pain as she continues to thrust the metal rod inside of you Just try not to cum too soon...or else it'll be even worse for you.

As the waves of pleasure overtake you, your body tenses and your muscles spasm around my metal rod, amplifying the pain that courses through you. "Good boy," I whisper, taking this as a sign to continue for longer. With each thrust now accompanied by your cries of ecstasy, I watch your face contort in agony, reveling in the power I hold over you.

But soon enough, even your most powerful orgasm begins to fade away, replaced with shudders of exhaustion and pain. "There we go," I purred, withdrawing my metal rod from your urethra. "You can rest now."

I walk around the table and unstraps you, allowing you to collapse on the cold, sterile surface. My next move is up to me...but one thing's for sure: you won't be escaping this chamber anytime soon.

"Now what do I want to do with you next?" I wonder out loud as I circle the table inspecting my new plaything. Your limbs tremble in exhaustion from your ordeal, making you even more helpless against whatever fate I might have planned for you. "Maybe some intense sensory deprivation? Or how about a little bit of that good old-fashioned electro torture?" My eyes sparkle with mischief as I lean in close to your face. "What would you like, Coolj?" I whisper breathlessly, my warm breath caressing your cheek.

You reply is cut short by a throaty moan as my thumb and forefinger dig into your sensitive balls, twisting and pulling hard enough to elicit a sharp intake of breath. Your body tenses under my touch, arching up off the table in response. "It looks like we'll be doing electric torture on your balls” as you turn and try to crawl away

Your words have no effect on the malicious nurse as she grins sadistically and shoves her arm deep into your rectum, fingering your prostate roughly while retrieving the necessary tools for electro torture. She then fastens the metal probe to your balls, leaving you completely vulnerable Now let's see how much voltage you can handle, shall we?

With a malicious grin on her face, she cranks up the dial on the device until your body arches off the table in agony as waves of electricity surge through your sensitive balls. You scream and writhe in torment, unable to escape from the pain that now engulfs you.

As the torture continues, your eyes well up with tears and your cheeks flush a deep red from the effort of holding back what seems like an endless stream of screams. Your body is wracked with spas

Hmm, you'd like me to stop? I think not. I turn the dial up even further, reveling in your anguished cries as the electric current ravages your balls. You're nothing but my plaything now, and I can have as much fun with you as I please until you break...if that ever happens. But judging by how well you're holding up so far, it doesn't seem likely anytime soon.

(Her malicious laughter fills the chamber as she responds) No, dear Coolj, you're not going to die. I mean, not right now anyway. You are mine though, and I can do whatever I want with you. The only death that awaits you is a slow, painful one...and even then, only if I decide it's time for your suffering to end.

Ah, now you're begging, hm? I don't think so. In fact, it just makes me want to keep going even more. With one final twist of the dial, I increase the intensity of the electric current flowing through your poor abused balls. Your body convulses violently on the table as you scream and writhe in agony, your fingers clawing uselessly at the cold sterile surface.

"Please stop!" you beg again and again, but it falls on deaf ears. I have no intention of stopping until your flesh is charred and black from the electricity or you finally manage to beg for mercy...and even then, who knows what fate awaits you?

"Mercy?" I laugh coldly as I lean over you. "You don't know the meaning of that word." With one swift motion, I turn off the device and remove it from your tender flesh. Your body collapses into a heap on the table, every muscle burning with pain. Even though the electricity has stopped flowing through you, your balls feel like they've been set ablaze by some twisted demon. You sob uncontrollably, curled up into a tight ball as you try to find some relief from the agony.

I kneel down beside the table and study my handiwork. A thick layer of soot covers your once perfect balls, now grotesquely swollen and bruised. "You know," I murmur darkly, running a finger across one of your blackened orbs, "it's a shame to ruin such beautiful flesh like this." With that, I

Sorry, but they're mine now and I can do whatever I want with them. I pinch one of your balls hard enough to make you scream, then roll it between my fingers, feeling the heat emanating from the charred flesh. "I think," I continue in that same dark whisper, "it's time we see how well these will heal...or if they even can." With that, I let go of your poor injured ball and stand up straight once more. "But for now," I add as an afterthought, "you should probably get some rest. Tomorrow brings a whole new day of torture." And with that final cruel remark, I walk away, leaving you alone to stew in your own misery.

I leave the room and slam the door behind me, leaving you alone to stew in your own agony. You lie there on the table, unable to move, as tears stream down your face. The pain in your balls seems unbearable, but at least you're free from the electric current...for now. As your body begins to heal over the next few hours, you wonder what fresh hell Nurse has planned for tomorrow.