Sliding into Paradise

Sliding into Paradise, by Anonymous

This fictional story is based on the show Sliders, where the protagonists slide from dimension to dimension, trying to return back home. 

The blue tunnel burst open on the open green lawn. Out first came Wade, followed by Quin, then Remy. There was a pause. Wade stood and looked at the tunnel, suddenly she heard the bellicose screaming of the Professor as he emerged and flew straight into her, knocking her down and crushing her petit frame under his massive weight. 

“Ahh,” she screamed. She felt herself being crushed. After what seemed like forever, he rolled off of her. “What the hell?” she said.

“Well why were you standing in the way like that?” said the Professor. His tone was that of a stern lecturer, the one he used almost exclusively when addressing Wade. 

“What! You’re blaming this on me!” she was pissed.

Ever the leader, Quin stepped between them. “Hey guys, let’s calm down.” Wade and the Professor looked at each other with mutual annoyance but backed away from one another. “Alright, let’s find out where we are. Maybe we’re home,” said Quin with a smile.

Ever the optimist, thought Wade. 

They walked through San Francisco’s central park. Everything seemed normal to Wade. The sky was blue, the signs were in English, and they weren’t in a war zone. Maybe this was home? She began to feel Quin’s optimism.

The group strolled past a boy and a girl who, it became clear, were having an argument. Their shrill voices became louder and attracted the group’s attention. “You idiot! You dropped my ice cream cone!” It seemed the boy, likely her brother, had gone and got them ice cream cones, but dropped hers.

 He offered her his, but she balked. “Gross! You already took a lick! That’s disgusting!”

“What a spoiled child,” murmured the professor as they slowly walked by. 

It didn’t stop there though. The girl’s rage was growing. Wade’s intuition kicked in. She could sense something was about to happen. Sure enough, a moment later, the girl kicked the boy right in the balls. It looked to be a really hard kick, probably the hardest she could do.

WHAM! The sound of her running shoe smacking off of his shorts echoed through the park. Quin, Remy and the Professor all instinctively grabbed their own groins, as though they had been assaulted, too. Wade never understood that reaction on the part of men, but she always found it funny.

Although at this moment she couldn’t help but feel bad for the poor boy, who at that moment was sinking down to his knees, Wade couldn't help but find the boy's predicament bemusing.

His ice cream had fallen on the ground and his face was as red as a tomato. He looked right at Wade and her fellow sliders, as if begging them for mercy. But there was nothing they could do. The damage had been done. Wade could see the true pain settle in, and the boy was soon gasping for air, lying on his side. Whenever he would get enough in, he would then let out squeals of pain, and be out of breath again. He began clutching frantically at his groin, as if trying to remove the balls from his body that caused him so much pain. Wow, it was pathetic, thought Wade, as she became ultra aware of her own crotch. She discreetly passed her hand across it, as if to reassure herself. It was nice and smooth. There were no dangling organs hanging stupidly from her crotch. She was safe. She could never feel this boy’s pain.

The Professor was furious. He began marching quickly towards the girl. “Hey, wait Professor!” said Quinn, Remy following, the two trying to hold him back. “We shouldn’t get involved!”

Nothing could stop the Professor though. He approached the girl, who was pointing and laughing at her victim. “Hahaha,” Wade could hear her girlish squeals of delight mixed in with the squeals of pain from the boy. 

“Just what do you think you’re doing young lady!” bellowed the Professor. The girl was taken aback, and her expression changed to one of terror at this massive man yelling at her. 

The Professor began lecturing the girl, creating a scene that drew the attention of passers-by. One woman, in particular, began walking quickly towards them. Uh, oh, thought Wade. It’s probably her mother.

Sure enough, the woman approached the group with a look of anger on her face. She approached the girl and shielded her protectively. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” screamed the woman at the group.

The woman was of average height, but her high heel pumps made her look taller, and accentuated her nylon-covered legs. She was wearing a blue skirt, white blouse and matching suit jacket. Her hair was up in a bun. 

The professor looked enraged. “What am I doing? I am teaching your daughter some manners! Look at what she did to this boy!” He pointed to the boy, who was in the fetal position, still sobbing.

“This boy,” said the woman. “Is MY son.” She turned to him. “David, get over here.” She snapped, with no sense of alarm at her son’s condition or sympathy for his pain. The boy struggled to his feet and limped over behind his mother and behind his sister, still holding his bruised genitals.

“Well then, I guess we’re done here,” said Quin, trying to steer the professor away. 

“We certainly are not,” he yelled. “Aren’t you going to make her apologize to him for what she did?” said the Professor, his lecturing tone returning. Wade winced at that familiar, annoying tone.

“Ha!” the woman laughed, and looked at her daughter, who laughed back. The woman then looked down at her son who quickly looked down at his shoes meekly. Wade and the others didn’t get what was so funny. The woman looked back. “You’re serious!” she said, her tone turning to one of indignation. “Just who the hell do you think you are?” she said, approaching the Professor. 

“Who I am doesn’t matter. But what’s clear here is you have no business being a mother!” bellowed the Professor.

Wade sensed it again. The same feeling she had moments earlier. She recognized it as a familiar feeling, one she had had throughout her life whenever she would get into an argument with a boy. It always ended up with the boy on the ground crying and nursing his balls.

Again, her instincts were bang on. The woman shot her nylon-covered knee straight upwards into the professor’s crotch. She did it so hard that his massive frame actually moved upwards, and he was on his tippy toes for a moment.

“Uuummpphh,” the Professor’s wind was knocked out of him. He went wide-eyed, looking at the woman with shock and fury. He was bent over slightly, but still standing. 

Wade should have been mad at seeing her friend attacked, but instead, she felt happy. A smirk appeared on the woman’s face, a confident look. She knew she was in control now. She stepped back from the Professor. The little girl was looking at him with a wide smile of pure joy. This was way better than ice cream.

The Professor was clearly in pain, but Wade could see the fury in his eyes. He would make this woman regret her action if he had the chance. The woman clearly sensed it, too. She stopped her movement backward and shifted her stance. Wade knew what was about to happen. There was time to warn the professor, who was still dazed from the blow, but just as it was on the tip of her tongue, she held back. She realized now that she had been wanting to do to the Professor what this woman was about to do. And she decided to savour this moment.

The woman’s leg arced forward. Her long, strong legs were accentuated by her cream-colored pumps. The pump, with its curved toe that now raced upwards at a dizzying speed, disappeared into the fabric of the professor’s pants. Wade wondered what that must feel like, the moment of impact on the testicles. Having them crushed between a hard shoe and one’s own pubic bone. 

If the professor’s reaction was any indication – it had to be one of the worst feelings anyone could ever experience. His eyes bulged out. Wade thought they were going to pop out. A blood vein in his forehead bulged. She thought he might have an aneurism. His mouth opened in a silent scream. Then, his eyes turned to Wade. She was taken aback. She should have felt pity, but instead, she felt a warmth inside of her that she hadn’t felt in ages. Pure glee. 

The professor screamed louder than Wade had ever heard him scream. He collapsed to the ground and began writhing. It sounded as if he were dying. Maybe he was? thought Wade. The woman had kicked him really hard. Maybe he was having a heart attack from the shock?

Death would have been more merciful for the professor at that moment, as all he could think of was how badly he wanted to pain to go away. But no. Life continued to course through his veins, and with that, so too did the pain. This massive proud man was turned into a pathetic heap, rolling, writhing, screaming, begging for the pain to go away. The woman, his assailant, looked down proudly, as her daughter pointed and laughed. 

. . . .

Hours later, they eventually got into a hotel room. The professor collapsed on the bed. Only minutes passed before Wade couldn’t take his crying, whimpering, and outrage anymore. She had to get out of there. “I’ll go check out what this world’s all about,” she said.

The others nodded in agreement, not saying much. They didn’t seem eager to go back out there. Wade did what they normally did to find out about a world, and went to the nearest library. She started with just regular magazines. As she flipped through, she stopped on a full-page ad. It was for a black high heel shoe. It showed a woman’s leg, her foot and the shoe, which was normal enough, but the shoe was standing on, what Wade realized, were a pair of testicles, that had been placed on a hard surface and were being crushed. In the out-of-focus background, Wade could see a man’s head looking towards the viewer, and towards the shoe and his testicles. It was blurry, but there was no doubt a look of pain on his face. I bet he’s in pain, she thought, and snickered to herself.

As she went through, many of the ads were like this. Then she read through a range of books, all of which were based on the domination of women over men. Politics, history, sociology. It was clear that at some point in the last century, there had been a revolution in society, and women had emerged as the dominant sex. Even parenting books stressed the importance of testicular punishment for boys, and encouraged parents to allow their daughters to “enjoy the pleasures of belonging to the fairer sex” and abuse their brothers. The books even went as far as to suggest that mothers who didn’t employ testicular punishment on their boys were not fit to be parents. Wade realized that the scene they had seen earlier was not some horrid spectacle, but just regular sibling interaction in this world. No wonder the woman was so pissed off with the Professor. 

Wade couldn’t help but smile when she thought of the Professor rolling around and clutching his bruised manhood. He was probably still in agony at that very moment. Again she rubbed her crotch. She couldn’t help but feel superior. 

Wade walked back to the hotel, and stopped to watch a TV in the storefront. It looked to be a game show. A woman had just been chosen and ran to the front screaming with joy. What had she won? Thought Wade. She came up beside the host, and then the camera turned to a man who did not look to be nearly as happy. As she looked closer, Wade realized that he was restrained, tied standing up to a board behind him. He was wearing an orange jumpsuit of a convict. The man said something, and then the camera switched to a door with the number 3 on it. He had chosen that door. It opened, and there was a cartoon picture of a hammer. “Ooohh” said the audience. All colour drained from the man’s face. The woman was jumping up and down excitedly. The host said something, and then it went to commercial.

“This is going to be good,” said an old lady beside Wade. “He’s that one they caught molesting girls. Bastard’s going to get his just desserts.”

“Sure, yeah,” said Wade in agreement, playing along. 

A commercial came on displaying some kind of weird contraption. Wade was taken aback when the next frame showed this contraption being applied to a nude male. It was placed around his testicles and locked in place. The next scene showed a messy kitchen, with the wife scolding the husband for his laziness. Wade expected her to kick him in the nuts, but instead, it zoomed in on her watch, or what looked like a watch, but instead had a button on it. The woman pressed it and the man collapsed to the ground with a suddenness that surprised her. He rolled around in convulsions as the woman continued holding the button down, finally, letting go. This didn’t look to be acting on the man’s part. The camera zoomed in on the satisfied woman’s face, and she winked.

On came a diagram that showed electric currents flowing from the device to the nude male's testicles. The commercial explained that it was the most effective way to cause pain to the testicles, and didn’t bring the uncertainty of a missed kick, or worse, an accidental rupture, which could end a woman’s fun before she was ready.

The next scene showed three girls huddled behind a couch, giggling, and looking up as a boy, presumably one of the girls’ brothers, walked past with a sandwich.

“Watch this!” said one of the girls, and again it zoomed in on the device strapped to her wrist, and the girl pressed it. The boy’s sandwich went flying, and he collapsed like a sack of potatoes as the girls gasped in glee. Again his body vibrated and convulsed as Wade now realized, the boy's testicles were really being electrocuted. It zoomed in on his face, and his eyes rolled up into his head as the girl mercilessly continued pressing the button on the device. 

The next scene showed the same woman in an office, with a look of frustration. Then she smiled as she looked at her wristband. It went to a split screen. The husband was in a supermarket. The woman pressed and WHAM, then the man was down, writhing in the supermarket aisle. The woman sat back with a satisfied look on her face as she continued to press it, knowing that somewhere it was delivering an excruciating electric current through her husband’s testicles.

The commercial ended. Wade was blown away.

The show was back on. The woman was dressed in coveralls and had a splatter shield covering her face. What the hell? Thought Wade. The man was laying on a table now, restrained. The host led the woman to a table where she grabbed a hammer. She held it up victoriously and the audience cheered. She then walked around with the host to the man’s feet. 

The convict began struggling against his restraints but to no avail. This only made the audience and the woman laugh. The camera angle changed, and one could see the woman and the man’s exposed testicles. They were in some kind of contraption that held them tight and flat against a wooden board. He was completely exposed.

Wade was shocked to discover she had just licked her lips in anticipation. She realized that she was excited. A warmth was coursing up from between her legs. She looked around and saw a group of women around her. She felt a connection with them, as though they were all of one mind, all wanted the same thing. 

She noticed the girl from earlier. She was there with her mother and brother, who for his sake looked to have recovered from his sister's kick in the nuts from earlier. Wade noticed that her mother’s shopping bag contained an unopened box with the name and picture of the contraption they had just seen advertised on TV. Poor boy, thought Wade. With a mother and sister like his, he was in for a life of torment. Though she was surprised that she didn’t actually feel bad for him, she actually felt as though that was as it should be.

The girl noticed her, too, and smiled. Wade smiled back. But for his part, the boy was looking around nervously, as though he wanted to be anywhere but there. He was no doubt imagining the feeling of an electric current coursing through his testicles from the device. Wade smiled again.

. . . .

She turned back to the TV. The woman contestant on the show had a look of excited anticipation, but also determination, as though she didn’t want to let everyone down, including herself. 

The hammer slowly approached the pair of exposed testicles. It went up and down several inches over them, as the woman adjusted her grip on the hammer and felt its weight. She raised it higher and then down quickly, but again stopping several inches above the testicles. The man was wailing for mercy. Wade’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been sooo excited! The audience, and the women around Wade, were whipped into a frenzy, there were hollars and cat calls. 

“Come on, smash those balls!” yelled one woman at the TV. “Make him a eunuch!” yelled another.

“Please no!” The man was pleading and sobbing. 

Wade smiled and joined in the whooping. The woman raised her arm. Everyone fell silent, holding their breaths in collective anticipation. The man, too, stopped his pleading, his eyes were wide with fright as he waited helplessly for the blow to fall, which with every passing second, he realized was more and more inevitable.

The hammer came down in a devastating blow. The right testicle exploded out of the sac. Blood, and what looked like pieces of the testicle splattered onto the woman’s coveralls and face shield. A second later came another blow, then another. The women were all screaming now. Wade realized she was mimicking the blows with her own hand. Four, five, six… The testicles became an unrecognizable mess of blood and flesh. Finally, the woman stopped and smiled triumphantly. To bring home the point of the man’s castration for the audience, the host motioned the camera to do a closeup, as she poked and prodded his sac. Some of his mush lay splattered across the table, and across the woman with the hammer. Some remained in there, but as the host’s prodding confirmed, there was nothing resembling a testicle left. It was just a glob of a destroyed male organ. A mass of nerve endings still shooting excruciating pain to the man’s brain. With quick efficiency, a crack team of surgeons came and removed the sac, with a speed and habitualness that reminded Wade that they probably did this every day. 

Wade looked around, dumbfounded, but feeling a serenity she had not felt, well, perhaps ever. The girl caught her eye again. She had her arms locked around her brother from behind, and was grabbing his balls tightly. He was squirming, but not too loudly, as he clearly didn’t want to attract the attention of all the women. Wade shared his sense that it would probably make things worse for him.

“Now I’m going to do that to you!” teased his sister. “How would you like that?” She giggled.

His testes slipped out from her hand as she tightly grasped the base of his scrotum, making his testicles bulge out from his shorts. She smacked down on his trapped balls with her other hand. Then again. Her hand turned into a fist, she started pummeling his balls, and he started whimpering in pain.

“Wham! Wham!” she said. “Wham! Smack! Crunch! Haha, no more balls!” she teased, as she simulated the castration they had just watched on her brother. 

Some of the women, including the girl's mother, looked down at the two siblings and smiled. So, too, did Wade. “Mom, I want to do that! Can I pleaassee?” The women all laughed. 

“But then all your fun would be over,” said the mother, matter of factly. She pointed to the electrical contraption they had just bought in the bag. “Just think of the years of fun you can get out of Johnny before we castrate him.” She said it as though it were not a matter of if, but when she would allow her daughter to crush and pummel her son’s testicles into oblivion.

Wade walked back to the hotel. As she did, she passed over a bridge. She pulled out the timer from her jacket. This was their only way out of this world, their ticket home. Screw home, she thought. She was tired of wandering, and she would never have it better anywhere than here. She threw it into the river.

Feeling a sense of serenity, she returned to the hotel room, but not before going by a department store and picking up a few things. When she got in the room, the three men were all sitting there, white as ghosts, staring at the TV. The game show credits were running. They had watched the same show she had. They looked at her, a look of shock and dismay.

Feeling free and in control for the first time in her life, she took out three boxes, one each with the electric torture device she had seen in the commercial. She threw each one on the bed and smiled at them. “So I think we’re going to stay on this world…”

THE END