Mommy & Daughter Bonding Day!

 "You've been in there for at least thirty minutes!" Whined the young boy, battering on the door being held shut tightly on the other side.

"Girls need more time than boys to wash off!" Shot back his sister behind the door, "Do you have to always be so annoying? Why can't you just shut up for one day!"
It was her tone of voice that aggravated him more than anything.
With gritted teeth and a grunt of annoyance the boy redoubled his efforts to slam open the door.
This time he barreled his way into the bathroom, where his sister was in her pajamas toothbrush in hand.
The girl, Brittany, was fourteen years old, and had on cotton pants that were a dark blue, patterned with pink hearts and fit snugly around her waist. A white crop top seemed to hug her in all the right places, accentuating her perky young breasts, and making it plain she wasn't wearing a bra underneath it.
She looked at her brother with an incredulous scowl on her face, "Austin! Get the hell out!"
"You take to long! I need to take a shower too!"
"I don't care what you want idiot! Get out of the bathroom."
"No!" The boy had become feed up, and shoved Brittany causing her to stumble backwards, only just barely managing to catch herself.
Brittany looked at her younger brother with daggers in her eyes before marching up to him and kicking out as hard as she could.
*T H U D*
Her shin slid up between Austin's legs and slammed against his balls!
The boy's eyes bulged in surprise, the wind left his lungs and he collapsed to the floor face first!
On the floor he cried loudly in between deep sniffles, clutching at his bruised groin.
"BRITTANY HIT ME! AAAAAAAH! AAAAAAH!"
Soon there was the tell-tale sound of stairs creaking and her mother appeared in the door way.
"What's going on here?"
"BRITTANY HIT MY GHOULIES!"
"Austin tried to come in while I was still using the bathroom!"
Their mom sighed and looked down at her son, "Austin is that true?"
"S-she had used it for thirty min-minutes already!"
"Well you shouldn't have barged in on a lady, even if she is taking her time. I think your sister probably took it easy on you. Come on we've got to check for swelling."
With that, she picked her young son off the floor and walked him back towards her own room in the house.
As they left Brittany couldn't help but bite her lip and feel between her legs, her fingers came back with a little bit of dampness.
Her mind went to the feeling of his balls on her foot and then how smooth she between the legs compared to him. She giggled at how dumb males anatomy seemed to her, she had thought that when she first found out about testicles. In the beginning it had been a fascination, then it turned into something....enjoyable when she found herself kicking boys nuts all the time! Now she couldn't stop making any excuse or putting herself in any scenario where she might get to crack a pair!

***

"Stop squirming honey...I've got to check if they're injured or not." Carol fished her hand down Austin's shorts and cupped his little nads.
The boy winced and went rigid at the contact.
Carol felt the spongy flesh of her son's little boy plums and twirled them beneath her fingers. She ignored Austin's whimpers as his balls were pulled and squeezed.
At first she really was checking for injuries but slowly she remembered the days of her youth, back when she would hit boys balls on the playground.Back to the first time she saw a boy crumple to the ground in agony from a simple blow between the legs.
After that it had almost become like an obsession to her.
"Mom...." Whimpered her son as he began to tug on her hand.
Still she did not hear him, too lost in the feeling of his slippery pearls. How fragile they were in her grasp.
Her grip tightened more, sinking her fingers in like a deep choke hold around the testes.
Tears started welling in Austin's eyes,
"Mom!" He said a little more forcefully.
Her hands could completely cover his sensitive bits. Carol's mind raced to all the times Austin had been fussy as a toddler, those moments of public embarrassment at restaurants and stores.
All the morning sickness she had suffered while pregnant with him.
Her digits wiggled further and further into the slippery ovals making her son's voice catch in his throat.
"MOM!" The boy shrieked as his knees almost began to knock together, his body sagging towards the source of pain between his legs.
The strain and high pitch of her son's voice finally broke Carol from her testicle-squeezing trance.
She couldn't help but giggle a bit at her own behavior and patted the boy over the pants,
"Sorry honey, but I have to be thorough, seems like everything is still in good working order."
Austin wasn't so sure, he could feel blood rushing to his balls and oxygen return to them and the feeling was nauseating.
"Really sweetie you've got to be more careful with your jewels young man! Don't agitate your sister, if she gives you a particularly well placed kick and you get particularly unlucky well then your grapes are going to go splat!"
The boy when pale as a sheet.
"T-that's possible?!" He asked incredulously.
"Yup!" Said his mom a bit too cheerfully for his liking, "So be careful!"
With that Carol turned and left the boy in his room.
Her heart was practically racing out of her chest as she closed the door. It had been a long time since she had played Austin's nads like that, long enough that the boy couldn't have remembered any previous time. There was a slight tinge of guilt but it was almost completely overshadowed by the deep needing ache between her legs.
Soon she found herself in her own room, her legs spread and her fingers gently teasing herself to the memory of her sons squishy little fruit!

***

It was a rough night for Austin, falling asleep was near impossible.
His aching bruised balls meant there there was nothing even resembling a comfortable sleeping position.
After hours of tossing and turning he finally managed to drift off a few hours before the sting in his groin woke him back up again.
With a resigned sigh the eleven year old stood up out of his bed and started his day.
It was just beginning to be morning, with hints of the rising sunlight peaking through most of the windows.
Enjoying the peace away from his sister and mother, Austin made himself a snack and flipped on the living room television.
It was a needed but short lived peace, just an hour later his sister appeared in the living room wearing exactly the same outfit as the night before.
"Hey Austin," She greeted him with a smirk, "How are your pearls?"
The boy tried to ignore his sisters goading.
"Man you were really crying yesterday, it must've hurt so bad, I'm glad I don't know what that's like."
It was starting to get to him.
"Shut up, I'm trying to watch TV." He grumbled under his breath.
"Oooooh oooh my ballsies! Ahhhhhhhhh! My fragile ballsies!" Laughed Brittany as she grabbed between her legs in mock pain.
"Shut up already!"
"Oh? Are you gonna make me?"
Austin nearly leaped off the coach and started towards his sister.
She waited as he skulked near her.
The boy was still in his night clothes, a plain t-shirt and a pair of dark blue boxers.
"That makes an easy target" Thought Brittany with a devilish grin.
Before the younger and smaller sibling could close the distance, his sister's leg extended fully and once again he found her foot crashing up into his already sensitive eggs!
*S Q U A S H*
"OOOOOF" was all Austin could managed as the air left him again, his hands clasping down on his battered groin and tears beginning to form in his eyes.
He ended up on his back, still clutching his aching package barely able to see his sister's satisfaction through his blurred vision.
"Oh dear....." Sighed Carol as she entered the room and took in the sight before her.
This time Austin did not cry out in agony as he curled up on the floor and only whimpered as the pain took hold of him.
"He must've upset you!" Said the mother to her daughter with a wink.
Brittany's eyes widend for a moment at the surprise of her mom witnessing what she'd just done. The teenaged girl pointed to her brother, "He started it!" She fussed, "He told me to shut up!"
"Austin! That's no way to talk to your sister!" Scolded the mother with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
The boy wriggled on the ground, flipped onto his side, clutching at the bruised spot between his legs.
"S-she made fun of me for h-having balls!" He squeaked from his pathetic position.
Carol tapped a finger thoughtfully on her pursed bottom lip, "Well...I mean they are kind of funny...in a pathetic sort of way."
Austin's heart sank at his mother's words, his ego being crushed by her words in the same way his boyhood had been by his sister's foot.
Carol's mind had been racing since the night before. The feeling of her son's testicles gripped between her fingers still sent a ticklish shiver down her spine. Desire had driven away all other thoughts, she needed that feeling again.
The siblings mother made her way over to her downed son, and slowly helped him up onto unsteady feet.
Austin sniffled and tried to wipe the tears from his eyes holding most of his weight against his mother.
In that moment all the boy wanted to do was hide behind her leg, away from the terror of his sister.
Carol couldn't help but bite her lip and giggle, he looked like such a little boy the way he clung to her.
Gently she put a hand on his head and stoked his hair gently before crouching beside him and patting his back.
Then her face took on an expression that Austin had never seen before, something that almost scared him. And if her face had startled him, the words she said made his blood turn to ice.
"Brittany, maybe you'd like to kick his pearls when he has nothing to protect them?" Her suddenly had a dark and gleeful tone to it.
Her daughter's face lit up with a glee you might see from a child on their birthday!
"Wait...mom can I?" Brittany spoke the words as if asking might cause her mother to change her mind.
Carol slid off Austin's underwear, the boy still processing the words he was hearing, his balls hung swollen and low against his upper thigh. With a greedy hand, Carol snatched up the bruised boyfruit and tugged on them roughly, eliciting a cry from her poor son!
"Of course you can sweetie! I used to do this to boys all the time when I was your age! Honestly I feel like I'm a bit of a bad mother, not letting you kick his plums around sooner! I was the terror of the playground as a girl, I totally understand how you feel dear!"
Austin tried to struggle against his mom's grip only for her grip to tighten down like a vice, making his eyes go cross,his legs buckle at the pain and a slight squeal escape his lips.
"Go on honey! Kick away! They're just nuts after all its not that big of a deal!"
Carol moved so that she restrained her son, his legs hanging open, making his dangling balls completely exposed!
Her eager daughter hardly needed any such encouragement!
With a long, running wind up, Brittany's slender leg came sliding up, like the swing of a bat, right into Austin's unguarded balls!
*S M A C K*
The loud, fleshy crack of the top of her foot on his spongy little sack echoed throughout the whole room!
A great heave came from the small boy as his tender berries were squished horrifically upward, smashing them against his pelvis! His tongue lulled out of his mouth and he went slack in Carol's arms.
His mother squished the boy against her in a hug, her breasts pressing against his back,
"Awhhh! Look at his little nads swinging back and forth, it's so cute!"
The boy had been reduced to a sniffling mess, his own whines sounding much more like someone even younger than he already was,
"M-moooom…"
Brittany rocked on her feet giddily, her head swimming at the excitement she was busting her brother so openly! And with her mother's permission!
"Mom, I have to admit......I've been kicking Austin's balls for years secretly....even when I lied to you and said I didn't do it...I'm sorry."
Carol smiled at her daughter, "Oh sweetheart! I always knew! I just never wanted to punish you for something I would've done myself!"
"I do it at school too! It actually....makes me feel really...excited."
Brittany's mother bit her lip, "That's perfectly normal Brittany." Pausing as her voice turned huskier, "It makes me feel the same way. Why don't you show your brother how glad you are not to have been born with little ballies like him?"
The teen girl smiled and nodded at the more experienced woman, pulling off her white crop top, letting her perky B-cups bounce free.
With sultry strides, she moved closer to her brother like a runway model before pausing as she stood in front of him. Grabbing the back of his head she pushed his face directly into her boobs, to Austin's complete shock!
"This is for that time you stuck gum in my hair!"
*C R U N C H*
Her knee passed right between his open legs like a bullet, ramming into his delicates with a thunderous crack like that of a whip!
It set the boy on the tips of his toes as pain began to choke him, all the while his sister forced him to rub against her budding breasts.
"My turn!" Chirped Carol with girlish glee.
Brittany looked at her mom for a moment with slight shock before grinning widely, "Okay!"
Austin wobbled on his feet as his sister restrained him, only partly registering the words he just heard.
Carol undressed like her daughter had, though her DD-cup breasts were much larger and hung lower.
"Mommy....wait." Croaked Austin as he watched his mom ready herself.
"Oooooh my little boy....You don't get to tell me what to do!" A sharp snap kick came right up, easily hitting both of the boy's little coconuts with the her splayed toes!
*T H W U M P*
This time the blow to Austin's balls made him feel like something had given or snapped in his balls, and he collapsed to the ground, his legs completely giving out."
"Oh get up!" Growled his mom in a tone that neither sibling had ever heard from her. "You can take a few little kicks, your stupid little fruit will be fine!"
*SMACK* SMACK* *SMACK*
Carol didn't let up her assault, alternating between kicking and stomping on her son's precious pearls as he laid flat on his back.
With each kick he felt her toes dig into his nutmeat and each stomp brought his balls flatter to the floor beneath them!
"Wow mom!" Brittany said with awe, "You're incredible!"
Carol winked at her daughter cheekily, "Lots and lots of practice honey!"
Austin's hands clutched at his balls for a moment before sharply pulling away, the slightest touch bringing him pounding waves of agony. The only sounds that the battered boy could manage being strangled gurgles.
Carol slid off her pants, and then her panties, a thin string of her wetness connecting the undergarments to her excited sex.
The teen watched with baited breath as her mother lowered herself down on helpless little Austin's face.
She rocked her hips back and forth, pushing her pussy into the boy's nose.
Carol let out a little huff of pleasure as all the feelings she had suppressed for so long came bubbling upward.
Without thinking to much about it her hand reached out and grabbed her son's injured ballbag.
She felt him tense and squirm beneath her, only causing more friction to her cunt.
Her fingers worked expertly, digging into his little gushers, pinching them till they bulged at one angle and changing her grip so they swished around only to be pinned by her fingers again.
"Mmmmmf, I can feel how swollen they are how they've already starting losing their shape. They feel so squishy right now."
She squished down hard like a vice locking over his balls, illiciting a scream from poor little Austin.
Carol moaned as she felt it vibrate her pussy, her own wetness sliding down the boys cheeks and chin.
"He can't take much more." His mom giggled, "If we keep going his little walnuts are gonna turn to mush."
Austin thrashed beneath her with a wild desperation but it was ultimately futile.
Brittany sighed, sad the fun would soon becoming to an end. "I feel like we were just getting started! It's not fair....Oh whatever I guess we can't *permanently* ruin his nuts."
Carol got up from her son's face, which was a slick mess of flushed red, and crawled over top of him so that she could look him in the eyes.
"Maybe your sister's right.....but then again maybe mommy has *other* plans.
*B W U M P*
Carol brought her ass down on her son's tiny pellets hard. The force of the slam reverberated through her soft and ample ass, nearly making her son's balls totally flat.
The boy tried to scream but at this point no sound would come out.
The teen girl looked at her mother sheepishly, "C-can I do what you did mom?"
"You don't have to ask silly! Come over here."
Sliding off her the rest of her clothes Brittany pressed her young slit directly into Austin's face, her honey trickling off her sex from how aroused she had become.
"Now listen here my little bub." Carol purred darkly, "If you don't make your sister cum I'm going to completely pop your little balloons!"
The two rode Austin for what felt like an eternity to him. Brittany grinding her perfect pink little cunt right into his nose and his mom pressing her pussy almost lovingly against his poor little cock, before slamming down on his balls with her fat ass.
"This wouldn't have happened if you just hadn't been born with balls sweetie." Sneered his mother while squashing her balls beneath her buttocks. "It's your fault for having such an abusable body part! It was so funny seeing you as a little boy, you would be so careless. I remember once you were trying to climb over a little safety gate I had set up. Well you had thoughtlessly taken your bottoms off and tried to climb over it, ended up racking your tiny nads so bad! I thought you might lose them right there. Mmmmf!" Carol shuddered as she felt her orgasm getting closer and closer.
"Bet you wish you were smooth like us huh bro? I can't believe that you really go down to one hit to your little jewels, I mean I can do the splits and land on the ground hard, right on my pussy and I'd be fine! But you? Your avacadoes would end up turning into guacamole! Must suck to be the weaker sex!"
The slick sounds in the room only grew louder as the women began to pant and huff and eventually yell out in ecstasy as the humped Austin all the way to their orgasm!
Austin laid on the ground almost unconscious as they got off of him.
His balls had turned purple and blue in spots and hung very low, even those without balls might wince at how brutalized his sack looked.
"Poor little things!" Giggled Carol in shock, "How unfortunate for your brother...at this point I think they might be beyond saving anyway..…"
That was a lie.
She knew she could take him to the hospital and have him treated. Heck he might even recover just by resting, but she no longer cared. She had been denied this pleasure for so long and now she had tasted her old addiction once more.
"Which one do you want to take Brittany?" She whispered seductively in her daughter's ear,
"His right or his left? I'll let you take the first one, but as his mommy....I want to crush his last grape...you'll understand if you ever have boys yourself."
Brittany looked at both of her brother's plums, and decided on the left, it was plumper, it would make the best splat she thought!
Her first stomp brought Austin right back to his senses as his bruised ball was crushed beneath the entirety of his sisters weight!
"Brittany stop! Please Brittany! I'm sorry I'm sorry!" His cries were desperate and weak which was all he could manage at that point!
Another slam of her heel on his engorged left ball made Austin's eyes roll back into his head for a moment.
"Say good-bye to leftie Austin! Bye-bye!" She reared her leg and time seemed to slow for the boy and all sound drop out of the room.
Then with a horrible speed the foot came down
*S P L A T !*
The injured testicle tried to escape the crushing pressure, wiggling around for a split-second, then its form completely gave, its contents bursting everywhere in the boys sack, completely turning the teste to paste!
A shrill scream, something that seemed like it should come from a girl, not Austin, came from the boy as he was half-neutered!
As the agony hit him, Austin swooned and fell back against the floor, conking his head in the process.
"I want you to feel what you did Brittany." Said Carol as she warmly placed her hands on the teens shoulders, "Feel the putty in his sack with your foot then your hands, make sure its good and destroyed!
Her daughter eagerly obeyed, probing at first with her foot. Her toes wiggling and crushing any remaining chunks, then her fingers, making sure there was nothing left but a fine goo.
"His sack looks so funny now! It's so lopsided!"
"I know dear! I'm so glad you had fun! and I'm so proud of you! I'm sorry you ever felt like you had to hide this side of you from me! I should've taught you from a much earlier age."
"It's okay mom! I hope we have more chances to do this in the future! Are you going to crush Austin's other ball?"
"Oh I'm sure we will sweetie! Don't you worry!" Carol embraced her daughter, letting a little sigh of pleasure escape from her lips as their breasts rubbed together, "And I'll be taking your brother up to my room. Go get yourself cleaned up okay?"
Her tone left no more room for discussion so Brittany did as she was told and left her mom to do whatever she wanted to her half-castrati brother.

***

"Auuuuuuustin. Auuuuuuuustin. Wake up baby." The warm voice of his mother made Austin's eyes flutter open.
Instantly the pain in his pelvis almost made him double over.
"Hey there sleepy boy." His mother was almost near enough to be cuddling him.
He was laid out in bed, completely nude, just like her, and head was on his chest.
"I figured....you'd want to be awake, for the last time your little dinky ever got played with."
The boy remembered with a start what had transpired, and was now very aware he was restrained against the bed.
His mom twiddled her fingers around his cock, barely three inches fully erect. Slow and tenderly she fondled his boyhood. As if the pain wasn't enough, the slow pace and building the anticipation only made it worse.
"M-mommy please!" All the boy could do was beg.
"Husshhhhh honey. I've already decided. Mommy made your little balls, so she can do whatever she wants with them. I made them. I own them. That's final. You should be thanking me I didn't take them sooner. I had so many chances and I certainly thought about it. Her little laugh after sent an icy chill through the boys spine.
Her other hand slid down to her own sex, furiously rubbing her clit.
Soon she stroked him quicker, then slammed her hand back down on his remaning ball, over and over and over again!
Both of them began to squirm, Austin from blinding red agony and Carol from white hot pleasure.
Despite the abuse to his sack, his little cock twitched at the mounting anticipation of orgasm.
"I want to keep one. I want to keep one. I want to keep one! PLEASE!" The boy pleaded, his voice beginning to hitch!
Carol wasn't listening she felt another of her own orgasms just about to hit her! In that moment she watched her son's dick throb violently, and just before he could release anything, she grabbed his remaining ball and squeezed down as hard as she could.
*S P L U R T !*
"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Screamed Austin in falsetto as his genetic line was crushed to pulp!
His ruined orgasm wracked his body as he bucked his hips and pumped out of his little prick the gooey remains of both his balls!
Carol bent down and licked the remnants right off her son's member and swallowed the last of his genetic line with another little giggle.
Letting the boy pass out once more as she cleaned off his rod with her tongue.
She licked her fingers and her lips clean, savoring everything about this moment. She couldn't wait to keep busting boys with her daughter and to have her little eunuch wake up to his new life as their pleasure slave!
It was an incredible realization to Carol how much she had missed in denying this side of herself for so long.
Now that she had begun indulging herself once more, she realized she would always love busting little boy plums more than she cared about their pain!
Carol never regretted de-nutting her son, in fact she always remembered it as one of the happiest days of her life!
The same could not be said for Austin.

Depravity - Prologue - Web of Lies

Of all the vast realms of the multiverse, across the many planes of existence, few can boast denizens as depraved as the great caverns of the Underdark.
Miles below the surface of the world, lie twisting tunnels and great caverns of equal splendor and horror.
Acrid streams of water trickling ever further into the deep, sizzling acid pools and great crystals that seemed to hum with a malevolent radiation were but a few of the wonders in that far realm.
It was home to more things than just environmental curiosities however, for the Underdark was the place many creatures called their abode and all of them had wicked hearts.
None more so than the dark elves, more commonly referred to as the drow.
As beautiful, if not even more comely, than their surface counterparts the drow were a spectacle to behold.
Millennia of eugenics had made the angles of their faces, proportions of their limbs, and all their other features perfect.
Their skin was black as a midnight sky, making them appear like living statues when they moved, always with a preternatural grace. The color of their hair and eyes were no less fantastic. The locks of their hair were almost invariably white and drow eyes were most commonly vivid reds though sickly greens and even oranges and purples were not completely unheard of.
Yet their beauty only hid the malice of their hearts, for their society had nothing that would resemble kindness or love.
For drow, society was unfair by design and only one thing truly mattered when it was all said and done.
Power.

***

The drow city of Izan'thal was one of the greater drow cities, shaped from the black granite of the cavern by ancient and foul sorcery.
It had countless towering, stalagmite-like spires. Grand, rising houses made of that inky black stone seemed to stretch for most of the great cavern the city resided in.
All of it was illuminated by the odd glow of faerie fire. Magical flames conjured by the drow that produced no heat and emitted something of a black light.
It was in that city, which was bathed in the ominous blues, sickly greens and deep violet colors of the flames, that House Mizztovyld was located.
Of the perhaps forty thousand drow in the city only a tenth of that made up the nobility, but royalty in drow society could at times bring even more stress and complications than the life of a commoner.
None had learned this more than the once great House Mizztovlyd.
In times past they had quickly climbed the ranks of the nobility, going from only a minor house of relative obscurity to the eighth strongest in only three centuries.
Two hundred years beyond that and they had earned their spot as the sixth house of the city.
Then a series of disasters, political blunders, infighting, and general lack of talent in multiple generations took its toll.
Now they sat at the lowest rank of the greater nobles, tenth house of Izan'thal, and their dark goddess, Lolth the Spider Queen had turned her disfavor upon them.
The Spider Queen was the beating heart of almost all drow societies, it was her edicts that made her children so ambitious and so cruel.
Her word was law. Or what could be called law in drow society.
By her decree the women of drow society ruled and lead their houses. Of the women the most prestigious and promising among them were taken to become Lolth's priestesses'.
It was Lolth's clergy, these priestesses who truly held power in the world of the drow.
The strongest and usually oldest priestess of any noble house would become its Matron, the direct link to Lolth and her will.
Matron Chentessa of House Mizztovlyd had not heard the Queen of Webs answer any of her prayers for nearly half a decade now.
The Matron was nearing her middle ages, in her fourth century of life yet her beauty had not faded in the least.
She was short, for nearly all drow were short by surface dweller standards, standing a mere four feet and ten inches. A dark purple dress clung to her ebon-skinned body. A long slit in the dress teasingly revealed a shapely leg.
Where the top of her pert bosom was, had cut out a pattern in the shape of a spider's web.
Her long hair was brushed behind her ears and a flowing ponytail reached just below her shoulder blades.

She sat moodily on her throne, one curled fist rested against her pretty cheek and her other hand rested against her swollen stomach.
She was pregnant, the only blessing that the Spider Queen had shown in recent times.
Though a blessing could often be a curse in disguise, to Chentessa another daughter could just mean another potential rival, a priestess down the line waiting to stick a dagger in the Matron's back at the first sign of weakness.
She turned her gaze to the great stone carved balcony at the west end of the room. From there she could see a great deal of the city below, illuminated in scintillating hues and for a moment she lost herself in the sight of it all.
The Matron was taken from her contemplation by the great black doors of her chambers swinging open with a groan.
In strode two of her daughters carrying behind them a bound male drow.
At first Chentessa's ruby red eyes narrowed then they opened wide with shock.
The male was none other than her oldest son, Reinlyn.
From the dais, Chentessa eyed her two daughters wearily.
The older was particularly long of limb and graceful, a beauty even among drow standards with a dignified air. The younger was built more like Chentessa herself, though to the matron's chagrin her breasts were noticeably bigger.
"If this is one of your girilsh games, I am in no mood my daughters."

The older of the two priestesses', Lyvoria, answered their mother,
"No Matron, this is no joke on our part or simple punishment. We have brought our brother here to your chambers so he might confess his crimes. I am afraid he has been caught sharing house secrets. He plans to defect to House Daermozzt, in hopes he might escape Lolth's disfavor."
A blaze of fury took over Matron Chentessa at the idea and she began to rise in her seat, before her better judgment caught up with her.
Her gaze pierced her son, almost seeming to look through him instead of at him.

"Are these things true Reinlyn?" Growled Chentessa through gritted teeth.
At her questioning, her son's body seemed to tense up, all his muscles contracting and the veins in his neck bulging.
It seemed as if he was desperately trying to fight off something, some force that tormented him.
"A truth spell," the younger daughter, Sabrune, explained with a coy grin, "He won't be able to lie now."
Reinlyn fell to the ground, sweat upon his brow, panting as if he had just run a mile, "Y-yes Matron......these things are true."
This time Chentessa did rise from her throne, and marched her way down the stone steps to face her children.
The echoing clacks of her heel on the polished stone filled Reinlyn with more dread than he had ever felt in his life.
The drow warrior did not see his mother's scowl as she approached, he was still looking directly at the cold ground.
He only knew she was next to him when her heels came into view.
There was an icy cold pause through the chamber.
Sabrune was the first who dared to speak, "An example should be made of him mother..…"
Chentessa whipped her head towards her youngest daughter, her anger roiling like a pot threatening to boil over.
"He has betrayed his whole house, there is no greater dishonor to us and he is a male, we should punish him in the way Lolth has decreed for any offending male." The young priestess finished.
Though she was young, it seemed to Chentessa that Sabrune had adapted the best to drow society, she was already well versed in the ways of their dark goddess.
The Matron's glare turned into a wicked grin and she gave her daughters a small nod.
As Chentessa turned her attention back to her son, she did not catch Sabrune shooting a smug, satisfied grin towards her annoyed older sister.
"Reinlyn," The Matron Mother began, "I have given you not only life, but a home of the highest station a male like yourself could ask for. I had you tutored in the ways of war customary of our people. And you have repaid me with betrayal. You will come to regret that soon enough my son."
Up swung her leg passing between her son's legs, the top of her foot colliding with his squishy male groin with a painful echo!
*T H U D*
"Gaahhh!" Cried the male as he jerked upward at the sudden sharp sting in his balls before slumping against the floor again face first.

Reinlyn was just thankful that he had layers of protection, his trousers and smallclothes, to protect his drow-makers.
The male was desperate, his sisters had cast spells upon him so that he could not speak on his own accord.
He had to make his mother see, to get her to listen to him, or else he was doomed!
"An excellent strike mother!" Sabrune beamed!
"Naturally." Remarked the Matron coolly, "I've been battering testicles since before you were born!"
"Still, he is afforded a layer of decency and protection." Sneered Lyvoria, "I say we should strip him bare and savor this punishment even more."
The male's heart raced at that, the kick had been excruciating even with his clothes on...without them.....he shuddered at the thought.
Lyvoria crouched down behind her brother and drew the dagger at her side.
Reinlyn had been trained as a warrior but all his courage abandoned him when he heard the shnick as the blade left its sheath.
The point dug into his trousers, right at the base of his scrotum, easily digging through the fabric.
His smallclothes fared no better....and the blade still kept pushing.
The warrior's eyes crossed as he felt the point of the dagger ever so slightly bite into the soft, elastic flesh of his scrotum!
He wanted to thrash about but knew he would only end up damaging himself further if he gave into his instinct.
His older sister giggled, "Oops. Looks like I drew a little blood."
The blade retracted slightly before making large tearing cuts, making short work of his clothes.
A shudder went through Reinlyn as he now crouched before the females of his family, bare from the waist down.
The sudden snap kick from behind blasted the wind from the male drow.
His dangling ebony balls were crushed right back up against his body, the top of his mother's foot squashing his gonads into a nearly flat pancake shape!
*W H A C K*
Reinlyn's back end was lifted up from the force of the kick! His chest heaved up and down, trying with great labor to suck in any air he could.
When he finally regained himself he was splayed out on his right side, still hyperventilating.
"How do males even function with such a chronic defect?" Scoffed Sabrune.
"The Spider Queen gave them these delicate eggs to remind them of their place beneath us." Said her mother in a matter-of-fact tone, a dark grin on her face. "Stand him."
Each sister grabbed him by the bends of his arms and hoisted him upright.
Drow men and women were often of very comparable size and Reinlyn found himself contemplating that fact for the first time in his life.
All the siblings stood taller than their mother by a few inches and Reinlyn was just as tall as Sabrune but shorter than his older sister.
His mother held his gaze, she stood only a couple inches away from him, still staring disapprovingly.
"I should've sacrificed you and your pathetic nuts to Lolth on the day you were born!"
Her knee rocketed upwards the tough bone easily squishing the slippery black plums between Reinlyn's legs!
*C R A C K*
There was an explosion of agony in the male's groin as his, now nude balls were compressed once again.
"PLEASE!" He screamed tears starting to form at the corners of his eyes, "SPARE ME! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!"
"Typical male." Said Lyvoria with a roll of her crimson eyes. "
'No, no, no Reinlyn," Scolded Matron Chentessa playfully, "We are only beginning my dear son!"
She punctuated her remark with another snap kick, this time her heel digging into her son's right ball.
*S L A M*
It felt like a dagger was being driven into the tender meat of his teste. The pain only doubled as the matron began twisting her foot, still lodged firmly in the crease of her sons legs. The needle like point beginning to drill and pierce the supple flesh of his nutbag!
His stomach churned as the hot, nauseating pain took hold of him, doubling the battered male over. Despite the normal strength in his well toned body, the blows to his most delicate area had sapped his strength and now all the drow warrior could do was pathetically writhe at each explosion of pain.
Reinlyn's unprotected balls hung low in their fleshy sack, they had begun to bruise a bright pink in color.
"N-no more...." He panted, his mind still swimming, even closing his legs made his balls feel like they were on fire, "I can take no more of this!"
Sabrune looked at her brother incredulously, "Still defying your Matron's orders? Mother I ask permission to use my scourge upon him."
"Granted my daughter."
Reinlyn's crimson eyes almost bulged out of his head as the sharp corded, many-headed whip at his sister's side was brought to her hands.
Wordlessly he shook his head violently, only for her to rear back her arm with a devilish grin.
*S Q U A S H*
A sudden snap of her arm sent the many chords of the lash tearing into his scrotum with a hellish crack.
The drow felt as his nuts were both horrifically battered and the skin around them was thoroughly minced!
Each of the scourge's heads had dug thin, but very noticeable red gouges into the hapless male's sack.
Beyond anything he had felt before the male cried out in a squeal from the building pain.
The agony seemed to ripple through him as he flexed and unflexed his feet, scrunched his face together and muscle spasms took hold of his stomach. It was as if his body was trying to move any part of itself it could to reduce the pain.
It didn't help.
An indescribable and primal feeling washed over Reinlyn as he watched blood drip from his manhood in many spots.
"E...Enough...." He croaked, white hair falling in strands over his face, throat burning from the amount of times he had heaved.
Reinlyn barely had enough strength to keep himself on his knees, the room seemed to spin, where once three drow women stood before him it now seemed like nine.
Lyvoria turned towards her mother, "I fear he cannot take much more of this mother, his balls have been thoroughly battered, if we continue it will result in injuries even the drow cannot heal."
Chentessa frowned, unhappy at the prospect of stopping the punishment she was so thoroughly enjoying. Though she also realized, by the tone of her voice, Lyvoria was just as unhappy as she was to end Reinlyn's testicular torment.
"You speak true Lyvoria....perhaps your brother has learned a lesson in loyalty. That treason can be costly....very costly." She let a laugh escape her as she pushed her son's knee's further apart and hovered the top of her foot threateningly close to his swollen pearls.
Reinlyn's whole body flinched at the teasing kick of his mother but for the first time in many minutes he allowed himself to sigh and relax slightly.
"Stop now? Are you kidding? We would deny The Spider Queen her prey?" Balked Sabrune.
The male's hopes fell to the floor as soon as he heard the words.
"Our house is in a weakened state Sabrune." The Matron said with a raise of her hand, "To thin our numbers now might prove fatal for our house. Ignoring for a moment that he is male, Reinlyn is a strong warrior among our house."
Sabrune, ever eager to see males suffer gave a defeated sigh. "At least let me get one last kick to his nuts?"
Chentessa gave a hearty laugh at that, "How could I deny my daughter such a request, go on, one final kick to your brother's bruised berries!"
Sabrune turned her attention on her brother, a terrible smile plain on her face.
As her younger sister occupied Reinlyn, Lyvoria turned to her mother "Perhaps you could try asking the Spider Queen directly?"
"You know she has not spoken to us for many years Lyvoria."
"I am aware, but this is in her honor, we are willing to sacrifice a male of our own house, his pleasure, our own blood for her. I believe she will answer. Try mother, I implore you."
"As you wish my daughter."
Reinlyn was much too preoccupied with his younger sister to register any of the words his mother and sister were exchanging.
Sabrune had bent down and cupped his chin, making him look up at her. Reinlyn in that moment felt smaller than he ever had in his life.
"I've been wanting to bust your balls for decades Reinlyn...mother was always too lenient on you. Even if you are her son, who cares. If you had been born to me....I would've crushed your balls a long time ago."
*S Q U I S H*
It was almost as if it happened in slow motion. Drow garb often left little to the imagination and Reinlyn watched as his ebon-skinned sister's kick began winding up. He saw the leg bend at the knee then shoot forward and extend. There was a flex of her sturdy thighs and her ass jiggled from the force of the connection!
Both of his balls felt like they had deformed in someway, the mostly spherical shape gave way to something much flatter. Even after the kick, it seemed to him his orbs never really regained their original shape.
The kick was enough to blast the breath from Reinlyn once more and his whole body convulsed on the floor, spittle and foam gathering at the edges of his mouth as his responses to the pain became more and more guttural.
Sabrune sighed at the sight of her brother in a heap, saddened that all the excitement had truly come to an end. When she turned back towards Lyvoria and her mother she was shocked to see the matron's eyes glowing a bright white and her hair whipping around her face as if caught in a gale.
"I understand my mistress. Your will shall be done."
The voice sounded like Chentessa but it had an unearthly volume and presence.
For a moment the matron staggered and seemed to blink at the sight around her and then regained her composure.
"The Queen has spoken to me! She longs for a sacrifice, and your brother's manhood shall be the perfect gift! The next of our house shall be a male," She ran a hand over her ample stomach, "It is clear to me now, males are replaceable, testicles are replaceable! And your brother's....are forfeit!
Reinlyn steadied himself now, the adrenaline pumping through his body at the mere thought of the destruction of his manhood, had brought a newfound strength to his limbs.
"No! I...I did nothing to deserve this! I will not be put upon this altar!"
"You've no choice...boy!" Cackled his mother.
In that dark hall, to Reinlyn she looked the part of a demon and his sisters her cohorts.
At that moment he meant to flee to run away from her but a pain beneath him almost took his legs from under him.
His mother outstretched a hand, a dark violet energy pulsating around her hand.
"The Spider Queen's favor returns to our house, and with it powers that a male such as yourself can never comprehend!"
Reinlyn looked down and saw his scrotum now heavily swollen as if some unseen force was squeezing it tightly.
As the pain jolted through his whole body the male could only watch in horror as it looked like his balls began twisting around themselves in their flesh pouch.
Cords wrapped around cords and began to squeeze themselves!
Sick, nauseating pain flooded the male, overwhelming his mind completely.
His hands futilely grabbed his balls as if to pry the magical force off of him but nothing came of it.
Both of the sisters watched in amazement as their brother's last glimmers of pleasure were being crushed into paste.
"Lolth! Glorious Queen! These pathetic nuts I give you! From my own son! I have raised him for this very moment, to realize now he is a lesson to me and nothing more. I have realized my place in your world, to remind males of that pathetic weakness that you made them with! I am grateful! I sacrifice these balls for YOU!"

*S P L U R T !*

She outstretched her hand and gave a cry as the magical energy surged through her!
In that moment her son's nutbag swelled from the internal pressure, more than any male should ever have to endure and then in one horrific instant, the male's balls and what contained them were reduced to paste in a great burst!
Chunks of nut mush and other remnant goo splattered against the face of the three women as the male fell backwards onto the stone floor very much unconscious.
All three of the woman felt a surge of ecstasy run through them and new found power seep into them as the full favor of The Spider Queen was given to them.
House Mizztovyld would not soon be forgotten.

***

In a fiendish realm far away, The Spider Queen sat upon her never ending web. Lolth chuckled with great delight at the ingenuity of the two sisters, something lacking from House Mizztovyld for many centuries now.
She remembered the delight that she felt when the elder of the two, had prayed for a spell that would force their brother to lie. Never had she thought the priestesses would use it to bring an end to the male's manhood.
She ran her tongue over her lips and cooed to herself,
"For now I think I have found myself some new favorite toys."