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In the thrilling scene, a dominant castratrix commands the room, her presence both alluring and intimidating. Her victim, bound and vulnerable, kneels before her, his face a mix of fear and arousal. The castratrix, dressed in sleek latex, teases him with her tools, each glittering instrument a promise of both pleasure and pain. She runs her fingers along his throat, then traces them down his chest, before whispering her intentions. With deliberate precision, she moves to his groin, her hands deftly working to restrict his manhood. The man’s moans grow louder, a blend of agony and ecstasy, as the castratrix takes control, marking the end of his balls with bold, unyielding dominance.
