u/Seaspecter

She pulled the steel rod from the forge with a pair of tongs and moved it her anvil before picking up a sizable hammer and striking it. Sparks flew from the hot steel as she worked it striking it over and over again. Suddenly the door burst open and dwarves dragged a human man into the room.

“What are you lads doing and who's the human?” She asked.

“We caught this shite steal’n from the shop!” One of the dwarves said.

“Did you now?” She asked.

She put her hammer down and then returned the steel rod to the forge. Before walking over to the captive man.

“Well, anything to say for yourself lad?” She asked.

“I didn’t do anything wrong this is all just a misunderstanding!” The human replied.

One of the dwarves pulled a dagger in a sheath from his pocket and held it out.

“The lad stuffed this down his pants and tried to slip out with it,” he said.

She glanced at the dagger and then back at the human.

“It’s not what it looks like, I swear I was going to pay for it I was…” he added.

She slammed her fist into his crotch cutting him off mid sentence.

“Cut the shit!” She shouted.

The human doubled over in pain the only reason he didn’t fall the to ground was fact the dwarves were holding onto him. She grabbed him by the hair and jerked his face up staring into his eyes.

“You know what we dwarves do to thieves? We crush their stones!” She said.

“What does that mean?” The human asked his voice a gasp.

“Strip him lads!” She said.

The dwarves men start to roughly pull the human man’s clothing off he struggled but it was no use the stout dwarves overpowered him with ease. She walked over to her anvil and picked up her hammer. 

“Over here lads!” She said. 

The dwarves carried the squirming man over to the anvil and lifted him up pacing his crotch  against the cold iron his manhood resting against the flat surface. She reached over and grabbed his member stroking it a few times causing it to grow stiff. She let out a hearty laugh.

“Oh lad I figured you’d be longer as tall as you are!” She said.

The other dwarves laughed as well and the human turned bright red. She started stroking him faster and then picked up her hammer lifting it into the air.

“No stop!” He shouted.

She brought the hammer down on his right testicle with a mighty blow smashing it flat. The man screamed and started to cry.

“Need to call ya lefty at least for the next few seconds that is!” She said.

“Please don’t?!” He asked.

She stroked him even faster as she raised the hammer once more.

“Noooo!” He screamed.

She brought him he hammer down on his left testicle crushing it completely. He screamed again tears running down his face.

“Quit yer bellyaching lad,” she said.

She let go of his rapidly deflating member and looked down at his ruined scrotum for a moment before spitting on it. 

“Get the lad out of here,” she said.

The other dwarves dragged him out of the forge and tossed him into the street. She wiped  off the anvil and retrieved the steel rod with her tongs and got back to work. 

She walked over to the booth that was sitting near the corner of the sidewalk and knocked on the door. After waiting for a moment to make sure that it wasn’t occupied, she pulled the door open and stepped inside. The interior of the booth was a sterile white color with bright LED lighting overhead, directly in front of the door was a console that was about chest height and below console was platform with a small round hole in the center. The console had an error message flashing in the center of the screen. She tapped the console and brought up the admin window where she typed in her password. Once she did that she navigated to the self-diagnostic menu and started a full system test. Mechanisms inside of the platform whirred to life and a horrible grinding sound filled the booth. She winced at the sound and tapped the stop icon repeatedly until the sound died down. She sighed and then crouched down front of the platform putting on her rubber gloves.

“It’s never easy,” she said. 

She pressed a few spots on the panel releasing the locks and then set it off to the side before reaching into the platform where she started to disassemble the mechanism placing each piece on the ground next to her before finally taking hold of the grinder barrel and pulling it free. A horrible odor wafted out of the barrel causing her nose to wrinkle in disgust. She looked inside to find dried blood and chunks of rancid meat stuck to the grind heads. Turned the gearing by hand reversing the grind heads and a small shiny object came into view. She grabbed the object and worked the mechanism until it came free. She held it up to examine it.

“A barbell? Who the fuck pierces their sack?” She asked. 

She sighed again and tossed the bent hunk of metal into a waste receptacle next to the platform before she began to reassemble the platform when the door opened behind her.

“Oh sorry,” A man said. 

“This unit’s out of service,” she replied. 

“Uh where’s the next closest one that’s in service?” He asked. 

“39^(th) and 5^(th),” she replied. 

“Dammit! I don’t have time to walk that far,” he said.

“We’ll I should be done in a few minutes of you want to wait,” she replied. 

“Can you hurry up I need to get to work?” He asked. 

“I guess I could just reassemble the unit, and you could use it like that. I do have to stay until I finish all the tests though so it’s up to you,” she replied. 

“That’s fine,” he said. 

She put the unit back together and then stood up and tapped the console a few times flushing the unit and letting it run for a moment to make sure everything was working again. Once she finished, she exited the command menu.

“It’s all yours, but I got to ask why risk it like this? The odds on these things are terrible,” she said.

“I need the credits, and I have good luck it’ll be fine,” he replied.

“Well, they’re your balls do what you want with them I guess,” she said. 

 She step aside and he walked up to the console and started to press the screen. When prompted he pulled down his pants and underwear and placed them next to the platform before stepping up to it. The platform lifted up between his legs allowing him to slid his scrotum into it. A whirring sound came from the platform and his balls were sucked down into the machine by a powerful vacuum. She crouched down and looked up into opening in the front of the platform between his legs. Inside she could see a clear tube that ran down from the whole to the grinder barrel. She could see that the vacuum and stretched his scrotum out and watched as a thick zip tie like band was wrapped around the base and pulled tight. 

“Ouch!” He said. 

“Don’t be such a baby it’s not that tight,” she replied 

“How that hell would you know that?” He asked. 

“I put on my finger before,” she replied. 

“That’s not the same and you know it,” he said. 

“Yeah, but what else can I do?” She replied. 

He shook his head.

“So are you going to stay down there?” He asked.

“Yeah I want to make sure everything is aligned right,” she replied. 

“Oh well I’m going to start it,” he said. 

“Feel free,” she replied.

She heard him press the screen and then the beeping countdown, she knew full well that the computer had already made it’s decision and that this was just for the user’s sake, when the beeping stopped a loud buzzer sounded and then blades flashed in the clear tub. His balls fell free and into the grinder barrel where the motor spun to life and they were ground to a pulp before being flushed out into the sewage system. 

“Fuck!” The man shouted. 

She stood up quickly and found the man grasping his crotch with a shocked look on his face.

“Told you the odds were bad,” she said. 

“No this can’t be happening!” He replied. 

“Nothing you can do about it now friend, so you’d better get dressed and get to work,” she said. 

“I, just, no, this isn’t the way it was supposed to be,” the man whined.

She put her hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“It’s not the end of the world you’ll be fine,” she said. 

He looked at her tears starting to form in his eyes, he picked up his clothing and put it back on before walking out of the booth. She crouched down and put the panel back onto the platform and then stood up and tapped the console a few times finishing her testing. When she finished, she reenabled the payout option and then logged out of the admin console. She smirked as she walked out of the booth and headed back to the central office. 

She heard a strange sound and sat up on her flower and stretched her delicate butterfly like wings fluttering as she did so. She looked around to find the source of the odd sound and noticed a human man standing nearby. He had his pants down and was rubbing something she’d never seen before that was located between his legs. Out of curiosity she fluttered over to the man and landed on a stone at his feet.  She watched as he rubbed the odd mushroom like appendage, he stroked it faster and faster tensing up and thrusting his hips into his hand as he picked up the pace. Suddenly the bucked his hips and a stream of white fluid shot out of the appendage splattering all over her. She squealed and started to flutter around.

“Gross! Gross! Gross! Gross! What is this stuff? It’s all sticky!” She shrieked.

The man let go of his appendage and stepped back.

“What are you?” He asked.

“I’m a flower fairy now tell me what you got all over me!” The fairy replied. 

“It, it’s my seed,” the man said.

“Seed! What the fuck do you mean seed!” The fairy shouted. 

The commotion attracted the attention of the other fairies, and they began to flutter over and surrounded the man. An older fairy fluttered over to the flower fairy her wings shimmering in the morning sunlight.

“What’s wrong little one?” She asked.

“That human squirted this stuff out of his mushroom, and it got all over me!”  The flower fairy replied. 

The older fairy’s eyes narrowed she turned to the human and fluttered over to him.

“Why did you do this?” She asked.

“It was an accident! I didn’t know she was there! I just came out to relieve myself, that’s all I swear! Please just let me go!” The man replied. 

“Relieve yourself? what does that even mean?” The flower fairy asked. 

“Men have to release every once in a while, that’s all,” the man replied. 

“So, you got me all sticky because you need to release yourself?!” The flower fairy asked. 

“No, I was just a mistake that’s all!” The man replied. 

“Seems to me like we need to make sure this doesn’t happen again,” the older fairy said. 

“How do we do that?” The flower fairy asked.

“Well, if a man needs to release every once in a while, then we just alter him so he’s not a man anymore,” the older fairy replied.

“No, you can’t! You just…” the man said.

The older fairy held up her hand and cast a powerful spell freezing the man in place and cutting him off mid-sentence. 

“So, what do I have to do to make him not a man anymore?” The flower fairy asked. 

“You see that loose skin dangling below his mushroom appendage?” The older fairy asked.

“Yeah,” the flower fairy replied.

“Inside of it are two organs if you remove them, he will stop being a man,” the older fairy replied. 

“Really that’s it?” The flower fairy asked. 

“That’s it, now since you’re the one he befouled with his vile seed you’ll be the one that makes sure he never does it again,” the older fairy replied. 

“Okay I can do that,” The flower fairy said. 

She fluttered over to the man looking into his fear filled eyes for a moment before flying over to a large flowering plant. She held out her hand and one of the leaves started to elongate and harden creating a fairy sized leaf sword of sorts. She snapped it off and flew back over to the man and hovered at crotch level for a moment.

“Wow his mushroom shrank!” She said.

The appendage, which had been firm and standing tall, now hung limply a bit of goo dribbling out of the tip. She fluttered over to the loose skin and started to feel around for the organs with her free hand.

“I think I found them,” she said.

“Well then slice open the skin and pull them out so you can cut them off,” the older fairy replied. 

The flower fairy nodded and pressed the tip of her leaf sword into the man’s loose skin pushing through it with ease. Blood began to trickle out as she pulled the blade of the sword downward creating a large incision. She reached inside of his loose skin and finding the round organ quickly, she then felt around for the vessel attaching the organ and took hold of it giving it a hard yank and pulling the organ out from its hiding place. The pale orb dangled outside of the man’s body blood dripping from the open wound. She marveled at it for a moment before pressing the blade of her leaf sword against the side of the cord. She pulled back on the blade slicing through the vessel with ease, blood gushed out of the vessel as the organ tumbled to the ground. She lifted her hand and used a bit of her magic to stop the bleeding. 

“Great now I’m covered in blood and sticky seed!” She said. 

She fluttered to the other side of his loose skin a bit perturbed and jammed the blade of her sword into the thin skin cutting a large whole in it before reaching in and pulling out the second organ. She sliced it off quickly making sure to fly a bit higher so she didn’t get covered in blood a second time. The second organ fell to the ground joining the first one and the flower fairy flew over to the older fairy.

“All done!” She said. 

“Good job little one, now he won’t be spilling his seed on any more unsuspecting fae,” the older fairy replied. 

She reached out and dispelled her paralysis spell. The man screamed and clutched his ruined crotch.

“Get out of her before we cut something else off!” The older fairy shouted.

The man ran from the grove screaming as he went. The fairies watched as he ran out of sight before they began flitting away. The older fairy turned to the flower fairy and frowned.

“Go get washed little one,” she said.

“Yes Ma’am,” The flower fairy replied.

After the flower fairy left the older fairy looked down at the severed organs and snapped her fingers. A fat toad hopped over and gobbled them both up before letting out a loud croak.  

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Grela trotted along spear in hand, she’d found the trail of a couple of humans and by the smell of it they were close. She heard the babbling of a brook and held up her hand causing the rest of the hunting party to stop. She crouched down and slowly moved through the brush creeping ever closer to the stream. She peeked out of the underbrush to find two human men bathing in the river. She let out a hoot like an owl and the rest of the goblins crept up next to her. She burst from the brush a moment later bellowing a war cry as she rushed the humans spear at the ready. The man shouted and tried to run but were quickly surrounded by the goblins. 

“Hands up!” Grela shouted.

The men looked around at the goblins and slowly put their hands in the air.

“What do you want?” One of the men asked.

“We’re going to have a little fun with one of you, the other can get the fuck out of here,” Grela replied. 

“What do you mean have a little fun?” The other man asked.

“You’ll see,” Grela replied. 

Both men swallowed hard when she grinned at them flashing her sharp teeth in the process. She flipped her spear around and stabbed it into the ground and then strode over to the men. They finished back but stopped moving when the other goblins thrust their spears at the men menacingly. 

“What are you doing?” The first man asked. 

“I told you I’m going to have fun with one of you so I’m going to see watch one of you is up for it,” she replied. 

She stopped in front of the men and looked up at them for a moment before turning her attention to their groins. Being a goblin she was at eye level with said part of their anatomy allowing her to examine them with ease. After a moment she reached out with both hands and took hold of there members.

“What the fuck!” The second man shouted.

The other goblins jabbed the men with their spears.

“Ow fuck sorry, sorry!” The second man said.

Grela chuckled and started to stroke their cocks causing them to stiffen quickly. Once they were both nice and hard she pulled the skin back exposing the heads of their cocks. She roughly pulled both men closer together and then started to rub their cocks against each other.

“Quit that!” The first man said. 

“Shut it or we’ll roast you both over a fire,” Grela replied. 

The men quieted quickly both of the growing pale. She ignored them and continued to stroke their cocks while she rubbed the heads together. The first man started to dribble a bit of precum so she stopped stroking and let go of the second man’s cock.

“Get the fuck out of here,” she said.

She pointed into the forest and the other goblin started to jab the second man in the rear with their spears until he ran off. 

“What Fred don’t leave me!” The first man shouted.

“He’s long gone human and just relax and enjoy,” Grela said. 

She smirked at him and then licked the tip of his cock with her long tongue. 

“Hold on stop that!” The man said.

She ignored him and rolled her tongue around the head of his cock slowly as she started to stroke him again. The man squirmed some, but the other goblins poked him with their spears to keep him from moving. She opened her mouth and licked her lips before taking his member in her mouth and sucking it. 

“Oh fuck!” The man gasped.

She rolled her tongue around his member and she bobbed up and down on it the man started to grunt and thrust his hips in response. She reached up with her other hand and squeezed his balls hard. The man gasped and bucked his hips hard she quickly popped his cock out of her mouth and started to stroke it hard causing him to shoot his load all over her bare chest.

“There you are all empty now,” she said. 

Nodded and breathed heavily for a few moments.

“So what now?” He asked.

“I keep playing with you,” she replied. 

She lifted his cock up again and opened her mouth wide leaning to towards his manhood. She took his entire scrotum in her mouth and started to suck on it rolling his balls around with her tongue. The man’s cock started to stiffen again, despite the fact he’d just cum, so she started to stroke it. She suddenly bit down hard he sharp teeth tearing through the tender flesh with ease. The man screamed as she jerked her head to the side ripping his manhood from his body. The other goblins swarmed him pulling him to the ground and holding his arms and legs. Grela took off her loin cloth and whipped off her mouth as well as whipping his last load from her flat chest. She tossed it on the man’s bloody crotch when she finished. One of the goblins pressed the filthy loincloth into the man’s wound to stop the bleeding. Grela casually chewed her mouthful and swallowed it down.

“Make sure he doesn’t bleed out, we’re going to get a lot of use out of this one!” She said.

She started to laugh a demented gleam in her eyes. 

She leaned back in the chair spreading her legs and exposing her hairless slit to the men chained to the wall. 

Go ahead and look boys you won’t be men when you see another.

“How can you tell when they’re dead?” Jack asked.

“Want me to explain?” She asked.

“Yes!” He replied. 

She smiled at his enthusiasm, she stood up and stretched before walking over to the first man on the left. She crouched down near his crotch and pointed at his scrotum.

“How dark it is isn’t the best way because some men get dark the moment you put the cord on,” she said.

Jack nodded.

“Move his cock out of the way please?” She asked.

“Sure,” he replied. 

He lifted the large member out of the way uncovering the man’s huge balls, she gently blew on his sack before turning to face Jack.

“See how it didn’t pull up or anything?” she said.

He nodded, she turned back to face it holding her hand out and flicking his left testicle hard causing his limp sack to swing.

“Didn’t even flinch that means they’ve gone numb,” she replied. 

“Your arm can go numb if you sleep on it though and it’s not dead,” Jack said. 

“That’s true but you can still move it watch this,” Nox replied. 

She took the man’s scrotum in her hand and gently pushed it up to his body before letting it down. 

“See totally limp doesn’t move at all,” she said.

He reached out and did the same thing then nodded.

“Okay does that mean they’re dead then?” He asked.

“Yep and honestly it’s been two hours any man would be gelded with a cord that tight for that long,” she replied.

“So is it’s time to chop them off?” Jack asked.

“Sure is, let me go get my knife,” she replied.

“No don’t!” The man said.

She stood up and grinned at him before walking to the table and picking up her gelding knife. She walked back over and held it up for the men to see before heading to the first man on the left.

“Could you go and get me a bowl about this big?” She asked.

Jack nodded and rushed away, the man stared at the knife in her hand as if it were a viper coiled and ready to strike.

“You won’t feel a thing the pain’s already over,” she said.

She reached down and took his sack in her hand pulling it out.

“Look,” she said. 

He looked down and she tapped one of his balls with the point of her knife; she then tapped the head of his member and he flinched.

“I know you heard me, and we both know they’re dead as a door nail now,” she said. 

He looked back up at her with tears in his eyes though she wasn’t moved she assumed the torturer had a good reason for this.

Bart doesn’t seem like he’s cruel for no reason I’m sure this guy is a real piece of work.

She let his manhood dangle free and went to check the other men she found their sacks to be just as cold and limp just as the fist man’s and went back over to stand next to Bart. Jack rushed back a few minutes later with a large wooden bowl and held it out.

“Will this work?” He asked.

“Are we going to have any horsemen?” She asked.

“I only deal with human men here,” Bart replied.

“Then it’s perfect,” she said.

She leaned close to Bart’s ear.

“What me to insult them?” She asked.

“Up to you I don’t care if you just grin at them,” Bart replied.

She nodded and stood back up gesturing for Jack to follow her over to the man on the far right. She looked down to see that his member had retracted into his body leaving his dead balls to swing alone.

“Looks like your, little friend won’t be joining us for the fun part,” she said. 

She reached down with her left hand and pulled his manhood away and placed the knife underneath; she paused to look at it for a moment before pulling her knife though his scrotum severing it in less than a second. She held it up for him to see and he just stared at it in disbelief.

“Bowl please,” she said.

Jack held the bowl out and she turned the man’s sack over squeezing out its contents. Two organs fell into the bowl with a plop, the man watched them roll around for a moment. 

“And those were what made you a man, as you can see they aren’t much to look at. Honestly I did you a favor getting rid of them but you don’t need to thank me,” she said.

Stars above that was corny!

She moved on to the next man glancing down to see that his once stiff member limp. She took hold of scrotum and pulled it away from his body.

“Your cock is average length but on the thin side and it curves up I think it’s ugly since you asked,” she said.

She pulled her knife through and held up his sack before squeezing his balls into the bowl.

“Wow you were less of a man than stubby over there, weird right?” She asked moving on before he answered.  

The third man looked away from her when she walked in front of him so she just cut off his manhood without any taunts. She didn’t bother holding it up to his face instead she dumped his balls in the bowl.

“Well you’re bigger than ugly cock over there so that’s something,” she said.

She got an evil smile on her face when she stepped in front of the next man, she reached down pulled out his balls and cut them moving faster than she had with the others. He looked at her stupidly when she held his severed parts up to his face grinned at his confusion turning her hand upside into the bowl without saying a word he stared down at what remained of his manhood with a look of confusion on his face. She moved to the next man who was trembling in fear. He looked at her with huge eyes as if that was going to stop what came next.

“I had to save the best for last,” she said reaching down and taking hold of his large balls.

She pulled them away from his body and put the knife just below the cord. He had a bewildered look in his eyes, she’d seen it hundreds of times before and assumed she’d see it again. She flicked her wrist and his manhood came free in her hand, she lifted it to his face and grinned at the look of surprise on his face. After a moment she dumped his organs into the bowl where they landed with a meaty thwack pushing the lesser ones out of the way.

“Well you were more of a man than the others but now you’re not,” she said. 

She placed her knife in the bowl and walked back to Bart who was standing nearby with his arms cross and a stern look on his face.

“I’m ready for the next group sir,” she said. 

“COME GET EM!” Bart bellowed.

Guards poured into the room quickly unchaining the freshly gelded men and dragging them out of the room leaving the three of them alone in the room.

“So what do you thing worked better grinning at them or insulting them?” She asked.

“Grinning,” Jack replied. 

“Yeah I’m going to have to agree there, you really aren’t that good and shit talking,” Bart said.

She sighed.

“I’ve spent that last twenty years being nice while I do it, it’s hard to insult them now,” she replied.

“You’ll get used to it,” Bart said.

“I doubt it, I only have the rest of the night,” Nox replied.

He nodded and then looked over at Jack.

“Go get rid of those!” Bart said.

“Wait!” Nox said.

Both men looked at her.

“Put the bowl down in front of the prisoners, that way they can look at the last group’s dead balls while they are gelded,” she added.

A cruel grin grew on Bart’s face.

“Oh I like that,” he said.

He nodded at Jack who went to set the bowl down right in front of where the men would be chained up.

“Got anywhere I can wash up?” She asked.

“Go get a bucket of water and a rag!” He said causing Jack to bolt out of the room.

“How often do you have men gelded?” She asked.

“As often as I can,” he replied.

“I thought you could order any man who came to your cell gelded, or anything else you wanted done,” she said.

“I can, but so can the other four hundred and ninety-nine master torturers. So you can imagine how often we can get one of you folks on loan,” he replied.

“I never thought about it that way, but I’ve only been told to come down here like five times in the ten years I’ve worked for the gelding wing,” she said.

He nodded.

“You have to do your own work first so your bosses just flat turn us down,” he replied.

“Yeah we do get enough men a night for each of us to have at least one,” she said. 

“While we have ten or twenty that need done,” he replied.

“Why not just hire a gelder then?” She asked.

“Do you have any idea how much a gelder’s wages are?” He asked.

“Forty silver a month,” she replied.

He looked shocked.

“That’s how much that pay you?” He asked.

“Yeah why?” She asked.

“You know that you could make at least ten gold a month from the slavers right?” He asked.

She shook her head no.

“Slavery is against the will of Celestia I can’t take part in it and that includes gelding men to be sold,” she replied.

He nodded and looked over at the bowl filled with balls for a moment rubbing his chin before smiling to himself. Jack rushed back in with the bucket and rag setting them down in front of her.

“Thanks,” she said.

“You’re welcome!” He replied. 

She crouched down and started to wipe her hands off and Jack crouched down next to her. 

“So are you doing anything after you finish here?” He asked.

“Just going home I guess,” she replied.

“You uh want to get some drinks?” He asked.

“I’d love to!” She replied. 

“Yeah I figured… Wait did you say yes?!” He asked.

“Yes!” She replied smiling at him.

“That’s, that’s great!” He said.

 

“What have you got for me today?” Nox asked.

“We have an order from the imperial torturer and you’re up,” the hawk person said.

The hawk handed her a slip of paper and she looked it over.

“As forth coming as usual I see,” Nox replied.

“You know how it is over there,” The hawk said.

“I wonder how many poor bastards they got for me,” Nox replied. 

The hawk just shrugged.

“Better go and get my tools,” Nox said. 

The hawk went back to working and Nox walked away heading towards her workroom. The crustation guards clicked a greeting when she arrived. 

“Just grabbing my tools, they need me in the dungeon tonight,” she said.

The crustaceans clicked at her in understanding, she went into her workshop over to her desk retrieved her tools sliding the leather case into her brand-new belt pouch.

Finally something useful in there. 

She walked out of the workroom and then left the gelding wing waving at the hawk person when she passed by. She walked down the plain stone hallway past her usual entrance and into the main building where she found herself in a crowd of people. The hall of justice was open thirty-four hours a day, nine days a week and fifteen months a year which was another way to say that it was always open. Being late in the night mostly nocturnal beings, such as herself, were the vast majority of the crowd. Though like most places a large number of humans could still be found. She made her way past them heading towards the courts. Justice in the city was swift, and mostly brutal, with only non-violent offenders able to take Mercy’s Grace. The violent ones ended up in the dungeon beneath the hall of justice and enjoyed the torturer’s  company before they were shipped off to the penal colonies. She passed a figure wrapped in a white cloth being led by two stern looking priestesses.

Looks like she took Mercy’s Grace.

Mercy’s Decree didn’t only apply to men though the women’s decree was drastically different. Instead of having a part of themselves removed women spent decades of their life in the service of the great goddess, they would clean her temples, feed the poor, tend the sick, and other acts that pleased the mighty deity. It was a hard choice with long hours of back breaking labor, the only benefit over a labor camp was the lack of beatings and plenty of food. She’d aways found it to be odd how much harsher women had it, men simply lost two small nonvital organs and would recover in a week or so where as women lost a good chuck of their lives, depending on the species, and if a woman broke the law again while in the service of the goddess she was sent to a nunnery for the rest of her life where as a man just went before a judge again and was sentenced like anyone else.

I suppose the goddesses expect more out of us.

She reached the door to the dungeon and showed her badge to the guards. They clicked and opened it for her, she stepped inside and felt a cool rush of air blow past her face. The air smelled of waste, sweat, and blood. She’d been down here a few times before with Gorka usually taking this assignment. She walked down a long spiraling staircase made from a dull gray stone before reaching a long hallway made from the same dull material. There were no cells in this part of the dungeon and no prisoners either. This place was for the guards and torturers who needed to change into or out of their uniforms. She walked the empty hallways until she reached the rear entrance to the cell block that had asked for her and entered though the thick oaken door. The changing room she found herself in had lockers lining the walls and short benching just in front of them. There was also a full-length mirror conspicuously located on the far wall, guards were supposed to look there best after all, she walked over to one of the benches sat down removed her shoes and socks then placed them on the bench next to her before standing up and taking off her belt setting it on her shoes. Next, she unbuttoned her pants, let them drop to the floor before stepping out of them, she pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the pile of clothing. After she had stripped, she removed her tool case from her belt pouch, folded her clothing and placed it in one of the empty lockers before walking to the entrance to the cell block. She paused for a moment to look herself over in the mirror. 

Looking good Nox!

Her reflection shown a thin athletic woman with dark purple skin that had a faint bluish hue. Silvery freckles covered her body they seemed to twinkle in the soft light that filled the room. She winked at herself with one of her deep purple eyes before walking through the door. The stench of the cells hit her the moment she stepped into the dimly lit space, she wrinkled her nose and took a few breaths to get used to it before heading to the torturer’s room. The men in the cells started to whistle and catcall her until she shifted her tool case to expose the Gelder’s guild seal embossed on the leather. The seal, that consisted of a gelding knife crossed over a pair of the pliers used by the slavers or on livestock, was clear enough to inform them of who they were harassing. She smirked at the sudden silence; a human guard looked up staring in confusing at the nude woman standing before him.

“You asked for a gelder,” she said.

He looked up from her modest breasts, seemingly startled.

“Uh, yes Ma’am, uh over there,” he replied pointing at an ominous looking door. 

“Thanks,” she said.

She walked towards the door looking back over her shoulder to find the guard staring at her shapely, though also modest, rear. He looked up and she winked at him causing him to grin, she turned back to the door and pulled on the thick iron ring it had for a handle. The hinges squealed loudly as the thick slab of wood pulled away from the opening. Her eyes watered as a powerful stench rolled out of the room. She blinked it away and entered the dim chamber, it was filled with the finest implements of torture available in the empire. She closed the door behind her and took a few steps into the room.

“You must be the gelder,” a man said.

She looked around and spotted him standing with is back to her facing a bench filled with knives, shears, whips, and other wicked looking things.

“I am,” she replied.  

He turned around to face her and frowned.

“Why are you stark naked?” He asked.

“It’s a pain in the ass to get the stink out of my clothes,” she replied.

“Truth of the great goddess there,” he said his frown fading.

“Want to know why I ordered these bastards cut?” He asked.

“No sir it’s your right,” she replied.

He grinned and walked over holding out his hand.

“Best answer I’ve ever heard from one of you,” he said.

She grinned back and took his meaty hand, he was a gorilla like man around the age of forty. He was currently stripped to the waist wearing only a thick bloodstain pair of trousers and heavy boots. 

“Bartholomew but call me Bart,” he said.

“Nox,” she replied.

“Well Nox I got twenty of them for you,” he said.

“Twenty!” She replied.

“Yeah, but don’t worry I’ll only have five of them in here at once,” he replied.

“I only do one at a time,” she said.

“Yeah that’s cause you’re carrying out Mercy’s Decree. Fear and pain are the punishment here so making the others watch is part of it,” he replied.

She nodded.

“You can back out if you want,” he said.

She shook her head no.

“I can do it,” she replied.

“Good!” He said patting her on the shoulder.

“Now tell me how you want to do it,” He added.

She thought about it for a few moments.

“How long do we have?” She asked.

“As long as you want, they’re mine until I say they aren’t,” he replied.

“Then I’ll do it with the cord,” she said.

“How exactly?” He asked.

“Well usually I put their balls in a loop and yank it down tight, stops the bleeding, but if you leave the loop on they’ll die in an hour or two. From what I hear it hurts and if you turn the lights up you can watched them change color,” she replied.

He rubbed his chin and nodded.

“I like it,” he said.

“I’ll still cut them and then dangle their balls in front of their face so they know it really happened, she replied.

“Good, good, I’ll have my boys bring them in when you want to start,” he said.

“Bring them in I’ll get the cords ready,” she said. 

She went over to the bench and opened her tool case. She placed her knife along with the cord and her shears on the table and unwound a length as long as her forearm before snipping it with her shears. The room brightened as she unwound the next length. She heard the clattering of chains moments later and turned to see five naked men being dragged into the room by beefy guards. She wasn’t surprised to see that all of the men were humans, the city was mostly human after all, after looking them over for a moment she returned to her task cutting the rest of the cords she’d need for this group. She picked up the cords and walked to Bart who was standing in front of the men. A young nervous looking man wearing a simple shirt and trousers stood next to him. 

“Jack this is Nox the gelder, Nox this is Jack my assistant,” Bart said. 

Jack just stared at her breasts with his mouth hanging open.

“Close your mouth man! You’ve seen a pair of tits before,” Bart said.

“It’s not like he’s seen much of a pair looking at mine,” she added.

One of the men chained to the wall chuckled. She turned to see that the second one of the left had a stupid grin on his face. He was thin but still muscular with a mop of shaggy brown hair on his head and gray eyes. 

“Guess we know who’s going first,” she said.

The grin fell from his face and his eyes went wide. She turned to look at Jack again holding her hand out, he hesitated but shook it. 

“I don’t mind you looking so feel free so long as you don’t get yourself in trouble,” she replied.

“Ye, yes Ma’am,” he said. 

She handed him four of the cords, he took them with a confused look on his face. She tied the remaining one into a loop and held it out.

“Work’s like a hang man’s noose, I’m going to put it around their balls and give it a yank the tie a hitch to lock it. It’ll cut off the blood and their balls will die, hurts from what I hear but I can’t really test it on myself so who knows, once I think they’re dead I’ll cut them off and then you’ll have a gelding,” she said.

Jack nodded he had an oddly curious look on his face.

He is a torturer’s assistant I guess it’s normal for him to want to know how to hurt people.

She went over to the man she’d selected.

“I, I was just funning you don’t have to do this!” He said. 

She didn’t reply instead she crouched down in front of him and placed the loop over his hanging balls. It was warm in the room, surprisingly so considering how cold the hallway was, which made this part far simpler than usual. Jack crouched down next to her watching as she placed the loop. 

“Do you mind lifting his cock?” She asked.

“Sure,” he replied. 

He reached out and took the man’s member with his fingers and lifted it away from his scrotum allowing her to place the loop in the perfect spot. She tightened it carefully making sure it stayed in place.

“Why are you doing that?” He asked.

“Well if you get it to high up it’ll slide down when you pull the loop tight and tear skin, if it’s to low you won’t have a place to cut,” she replied.

“Why does it matter if you tear the skin?” He asked.

“I suppose it doesn’t here but when you cut them for Mercy’s Grace your supposed to be a gentle as possible while still making sure they feel the cut,” she replied.

She wrapped the loose end of the cord around her hand and held his scrotum with her other and then gave it a hard yank. The loop pulled tight and the man jerked tensing in pain.

“AH FUCK!” He shouted.

She tied the hitch into the cord locking the loop then let and stood back up looking at the man’s face, he was bright red and sweating she stepped away and took another cord from Jack.

“Mind showing me how you tie that?” He asked.

“Sure I’ll do it slow,” she replied. 

She held out the cord and demonstrated how to tie the loop.

“It is like a hangman’s noose isn’t it,” he said.

“Yeah but it’s simpler to tie and it’s easier to adjust it,” she replied.

“Can you take the hitch out if you need to?” He asked

“Yeah you just have to pull the led,” she replied. 

She went to the first man on the left he was a small man a little on the soft side, with a surprisingly long member and balls the size of hen’s eggs dangling beneath it. 

“Dam you’re sure packing,” she said.

He just paled at her words looking away from her as if that would make her go away. She crouched down and Jack moved beside her, he took the man’s member without her having to ask and lifted it out of the way for her to work. She had to open the loop up a great deal so it would fit over his manhood and slid it up just below the base of his impressive member. She tightened it down and then gave it a good yank, he yelp and squirmed but didn’t swear like the first man. She tied the hitch and then stood back up preparing another loop and then moving on to the third man. He was tall and well-built though he was average between his legs. With Jack’s help she was able to tie him off quickly she moved on to the four man and noticed that his member was stiff and even had a drop of precum dribbling out of the head.

“Like what you see?” He asked.

“No, but I will once I get rid of those gross things dangling below that cock of yours,” she replied. 

He just smirked at her, she prepared to put the loop on him but turned to face Jack for a moment.

“Could you face it that way he’s probably going to blow when I put this on,” she said.

“You can cut it off first if you like,” Bart replied.

“No that’s way too messy,” she said.

“True I forgot how much they bleed when you hack it off,” Bart replied.

“I thought we couldn’t geld them boss,” Jack said.

“That doesn’t geld them,” Bart replied.

“It doesn’t?” Jack asked.

“Gelding a man means you cut off his balls that’s it and we can’t do that, everything else is fair game so long as he lives,” Bart replied.

“Oh well if you do decide you want this thing out of your way let me know and I’ll get the iron hot for you,” Jack said. 

She eyed the throbbing member for a moment and then shook her head.

“Na, knowing that it’s going to shrink down to the size of his fingertip is enough for me,” she replied. 

Bart laughed.

“Well you heard her keep that thing out of her face!” He said. 

“Yes sir!” Jack said.

He grabbed it and pushed it off to the side roughly, she slid the loop over his large balls and tightened it down. His member while she worked though she didn’t want it anywhere near her face so she didn’t tell Jack he didn’t have to keep forcing it so far. She gave the cord a hard yank and tied it off the man had flinched but didn’t so much as drip, something for which she was grateful. 

“Guess we scared him soft,” Bart said with a laugh.

“He’s going to regret it that was the last time a woman’s going to touch his balls, at least while they’re alive that is,” she replied.

He laughed again.

“Well go get that prick tied up so we can relax for a few,” he said.

“Sure thing,” she said.

She went to the last man who was fairly average looking. His member was short but thick and his balls were average sized but hung lower than most.

“Got a lot to cut here,” she said as she put the loop on.

“Is that good?” Jack asked holding the thick member up.

“Yeah, I like taking as much as I can but some gelders cut close to the balls so there’s more skin left. They say it makes it heal faster but I don’t do follow ups so I couldn’t say,” Nox replied. 

She gave the last man’s cord a yank tying it off and dooming his manhood.

“So what know?” Jack asked.

“Now we just watch their balls die,” Nox replied.

“Go get some chairs this is going to be a great show!” Bart said.