That river in Egypt

She figured that although it might have been useful to explain more about why this was happening to him, he probably wouldn't have the mind to understand any of it in this state. She continued to squeeze his balls with her hands, hard. She switched hands every now and then, alternating between left and right. This was so that her hands never got tired, and his balls never got a break from the torment. Damocles was writhing around like crazy, her grip hurt so so bad. He couldn't even think, he needed to get her off, he just needed the pain to stop. But it wouldn't. She kept squeezing and squeezing. Every time one ball got the slightest feeling of relief from not being squeezed at full force due to her grip, the other one was. And then before long it switched so that the 'spared' ball got the extra hard treatment. The squeezing and pain would not stop, and there was nothing he could do but shout out in pain, muffled under his owner.