“This is just pathetic, you know that, right?”

She just whimpers, her hips bucking, but there’s not much range of motion shackled to the guillotine, her throbbing erection and fat nuts sticking through the hole. I rub her gently with my foot.

“I’ll do anything, I’ll do…”

“You heard Mistress. Now stop fighting, we both know you’re going to pop soon.”

“No!”

Her voice is strangled with lust.

“This is taking too long,” I say with an exasperated sigh.

I draw my foot back and plant a powerful kick straight on her straining balls, smashing them against the hard wooden board.

Her eyes shoot wide open, quivering, and she gives a choking moan of agony through clenched teeth as her cock erupts with massive spurts of bloody cum.

I giggle, watching her shudder and wriggle as her mashed nuts pump more semen out.

“Did that feel good?” I whisper in her ear. “You only get one like that, you know.”

The noise she makes doesn’t sound human.

“Not much of a conversationalist any more, huh?”

I smile and plant a kiss on her tear-stained cheek.

“Well, say goodbye to your block and tackle.”

She sucks in air to scream, and I trigger the guillotine.

The blade comes down with a hiss, chopping easily through her cock and balls, and the huge, spurting member flops to the floor with a splat.

Her jaw falls slack, and the scream escapes her mouth as a weak little whimper.

“Dickless little bitch,” I whisper.