A little creepy something from my mind to yours.

Happy Halloween everybody!

Dolls and Balls

 

Little Timmy was playing with his favorite doll, Megan, on a cold Halloween night. It was a clear night, and the stars and the moon lit up the little room where Timmy dressed up Megan in cute outfits and lots of pairs of fuzzy socks. This night was no different than lots of others where Timothy had imagined various scenarios of his little doll walking all over him and stomping on his tender balls with her fuzzy feet. But tonight was different, for by the power of the spirit of Halloween, Megan the inanimate doll had achieved a semblance of sentience. While Timmy’s back was turned to dress up another doll, Megan’s little hand reached for a nearby hammer and got up. With an unsteady wobbling gait she awkwardly walked to stand behind him and taking aim at his blond head, brought the hammer crashing down on the boy’s noggin. A splash of blood, and the boy toppled.

An hour later, Timmy woke up. He’d been stripped of all his clothes, and he’d been tied up to the four corners of the bed with various lengths of rope. He looked around and saw his favorite doll looking up at him. Her lidless eyes staired, unblinkingly at his crotch. Timmy heard a high, girlish voice issue from the stuffed toy.

“Hi Timmy. You’ve been a naughty boy. It’s time for you to pay.”

“What?” asked the astonished 13 year old.

The little doll tottered froward and climbed the bed covers to stand at his side, then she climbed over his left leg to stand right in front of his cock and balls. She reached out and grasped just one testicle, and squeezed it. For a thing of cloth and porcelain, she was surprisingly strong. Timmy let out a gasp.

“Wha, wha, wwwhat are you gonna do to me?” he asked in a shrill voice.

“Why everything you’re ever wanted Timmy.” The doll giggled. “Say goodbye to your balls little boy.” She picked up the hammer again which had been put on the bed, and began to beat the boy’s balls with it. The hammer slammed into first his left nut and then his right. It hurt so bad. Timmy started to cry out, but he was alone in the house. His family had gone trick or treating, leaving Timmy to play with his dolls in peace. WHAM WHAM WHAM The fat hammer head pummeled the budding teenager’s plump spuds with remarkable force. WHAM WHAM WHAM A heavy hammer fell on organs which would never see their purpose to create life fulfilled. This boy’s reproductive ability would fail tonight, at the hands of his own imagination come-to-life.

WHAM WHAM WHAM Timmy’s two nuts were beginning to both swell and hemorrhage. After a few minutes the normally tiny testes were the size of plums, and after a few minutes more, the size of lemons, all black and blue from the pummeling of the hammer, an incessant jackhammer of pain and humiliation. All the while Megan was giggling in an insanely high-pitched voice, and her red hair was highlighted by the moonlight behind her. But Timothy was in no position to appreciate her beauty or allure, for tonight he was going to meet his maker. WHAM WHAM WHAM An unrelenting staccato of brute force was being visited upon his boyhood, hardly manhood since he’d only just started puberty, and already his youthful sexuality was coming to the fore, but not after tonight.  Little Timmy cried out, “HELP! HELP! HELP ME!”

“Quiet now Timmy, you wouldn’t want to alarm the neighbors. Isn’t this what you’ve dreamed of? I know what you’ve dreamed of, and now I’m going to give you your wish. Such a lucky boy!” Megan giggled again. WHAM WHAM WHAM His balls were about to split open, and then they did. With two loud pops, the organs exploded in his pubescent sack and leaked their contents. SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH went the hammer as it never paused in its brutal assault. Timmy’s scrotum was now a big puffy peach of testicle fragments and edema, and the cruel doll kept smashing it with her hammer. Over and over the boy screamed as his broken balls were brutalized.

Suddenly, she stopped and the sobbing of little Timmy could be heard above her laughter. Megan picked up another item. It was a pair of scissors. Timmy looked down and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. She was going to slice off his manhood.

Megan put one little cloth finger to her porcelain mouth and said, “shhhh!” and proceeded to cut through his ballsack. It was tough going as the scrotum bunched and his cords resisted the effort. Blood splattered everywhere, and little Timmy began to bleed profusely. With a finaly “snip” Megan made it through his scrotum, and then with a smile, giggle and wave, she said, “But we’re not done yet!”

Reaching down to pull on his pecker, she began to cut through it too! With a sawing “zip” she managed to detach his boyhood, and she placed the little mushroom next to his severed scrotum. Then she walked all over the mass of meat with her fuzzy socks which became drenched in blood, and untied the bleeding boy who by this point had passed out.

When the family came home, then found little Timmy, bled to death on the bed, an apparent victim of some homicidal maniac who had tortured and killed their little boy. The hammer and scissors were covered in dried blood, and it was determined that he had been brutally assaulted. The only odd thing, to the police at least, was how one of Timmy’s dolls, who was lying on the other side of the room, was also covered in blood. Well, just her fuzzy socks.