Thursday, September 13, 2007

Welcome to Maple Ave.

By dbud

Brian pedaled as hard as he could down the hill on his bike. Glancing over his shoulder he saw the five girls riding hard behind him, chasing him. The girls were the Maple Ave. Gang or Maple Ave. Ball Busters, as the boys in the neighborhood called them. They were five girls, led by Clarissa, who ruled this street and the surrounding neighborhood.

He knew better that to come here, but his Mom had told him to go to one of her friends house and get some tupper-ware that she had borrowed, and she had threatened to ground him when he argued. And now here he was, running for his life from these girls. He knew what they would do if they caught him. He was tearing down the hill, if he could make the corner, he was sure he could lose them.

Reaching the bottom, he tried to hold the road, but he was moving too fast and couldn’t make the turn. His bike skidded and slid off the street, tossing him over the handlebars, off the road and down a hill. He landed hard at the edge of the woods where all the kids liked to go play.

Getting up, his ankle hurt terribly, like it was sprained or worse. He started to half run and half limp into the trees, to try to lose the girls in there. About 30 seconds later, the girls pulled up and jumped off their bikes to follow him. He could here them calling after him.

“Fan out, don’t let him get away,” Clarissa ordered her troops. The girls did so, spreading out and running into the woods.

About a minute later Julie yelled out, “I see him!” Brian was about 50 feet in front of her, limping away. Julie charged at him and tackled Brian around the legs, taking him down.

Brian rolled over as Julie climbed on top of him, trying to pin him. But Brian was much larger than she was and he easily threw her off. He struggled to his feet, but one of the twins, Darlene, ran up and pushed him down. Her sister, Rachael, then came in and the two of them, along with Julie began wrestling with Brian. The three were able to hold him down and when Megan arrived to help, it was a very one-sided match.

Megan pulled several long lengths of thin rope out of her backpack and tossed them to the girls. They each quickly tied the rope around Brian’s wrists and ankles. Each girl then got up and wrapped the rope around several trees nearby. As Brian tried to get himself free, the girls each pulled hard, stretching him out by his arms and legs. He had managed to get to his feet and was standing when they strung him up.

He struggled as hard as he could and even managed to pull back some of the bindings, but with a girls on each limb, he could not get free and tired quickly. After about 30 seconds of struggling, they pulled the ropes taunt and held him fast.

Clarissa stepped forward from the edge of the trees and looked Brian up and down, “You should have stayed off Maple like we told you last time. Now you’re going to pay.” Clarissa was about 13 years old. She was pretty with long blonde hair.

“No wait, my mom sent me here, it’s not my fault.”

“Shut up!” Clarissa yelled at him as she lunged forward. Kicking her sneaker up, she slammed it between his legs and kicked him square in the balls. Brian was only wearing light shorts as it was a hot summer day, which provided no protection at all.

“Yyyyaaaahhhhh!!!” he yelled out ad his balls took a hard kick from the girl. Brian was about three years older than Clarissa and much larger, but with his legs held wide open he was helpless and his balls felt like they were on fire.

Clarissa stepped back smiling. She had kicked lots of guys like this and loved it. She wanted to savor the pain he was feeling. His face was contorted and panting from the pain she caused. Kicking him again, she blasted her foot into his testicles a second time.

“Ahhhhhhh!” he cried out again in tremendous pain. The third kick to his nuts took his breath away.

Clarissa’s friends were hollering and yelling at them, “Again, again.” “Kick him harder!” They were laughing and enjoying his agony.

Clarissa stepped forward and drove the tip of her knee right up between his legs, nearly crushing his testicles, not holding back at all.

“OH GOD!! MY BALLS!!” Brian screamed at the top of his lungs.

“I warned you this would happen, asshole. You should have believed me.”

“I do, I do. Please stop. I’m sorry.” Brian begged and all the girls laughed at the sight of this big guy whining.

Brian nearly collapsed with the pain and he would of but the girls anchored themselves and held him up. Darlene put her foot against the tree and used it to anchor herself and gain leverage as she pulled his arm tighter. His nuts were in agony and he had stabbing pain shooting from his groin up into his abdomen.

Clarissa could see him sagging, “Hold him tight!” she ordered the other girls and they all followed Darlene’s lead and pulled Brian tight, hoisting him up.

“Please, I’m sorry, stop, please,” he begged.

“I don’t think you are and I’m going to make sure you really are sorry,” Clarissa replied. She then slipped her small hand up into his shorts, between his thigh and the fabric. Reaching his underwear, she forced her fingers past it and felt his genitals. Smiling broadly, she let her fingers explore his crotch until she found his balls. Grabbing them harshly, she let her hand wrap around them and began squeezing.

“UUUHHHHHHH UUHHHHHH UUUUHHHH!!!!!!” Brian began grunting in pain as Clarissa began applying more and more pressure.

“Hold him tight, he’s gonna buck when I really let em have it,” she told the others and they all anchored themselves as they watched, enthralled. Bracing herself, Clarissa clamped down as tight as she could.

“AAIIEIIEEEEEE!” Brian outright screamed for the first time. Clarissa was gritting her teeth and she began sweating as she worked as hard as she could on his balls. Brian was also sweating. The horrible pain he was in made his vision turn red.

“Pp-p-llea-s-s-e, you’re crushing them, I can’t take it.” Brian whimpered softly. Then he did begin to buck, just as Clarissa had predicted. Brian began yanking on his bindings, desperate to get even one hand free. The girls all pulled harder. Clarissa, for her part, began working his balls even more as well. Loving his obvious agony and his thrashing that told her she was being successful, she began yanking on his nuts, jerking them side to side as much as his underwear would allow.

This motion put even more pressure on his testicles and Brian began shrieking, the shrillness giving away the horrible pain he was in. All the girls were enraptured by what they were doing. None of them felt sorry for him, they wanted it to continue and intensify. The only thing four of the girls would have changed is that they wanted to be hurting him, but they knew Clarissa wouldn’t relinquish her prizes.

After another two minutes or so that seemed like an eternity for Brian, his voice began to crack from the non-stop yelling and Clarissa finally let go. Brian went limp, “Drop him,” she said and the girls complied, letting his body drop to the ground. He was helpless and went limp, falling to the ground.

“Get his pants off and hold his legs open,” Clarissa ordered.

Brian lost sight of her and felt the other girls yanking at his shorts, pulling them down to his ankles and then off. He also heard them giggling as they did so. Finally, he felt four pairs of small hands grab his ankles and lift them up into the air and hold them wide. He tried to cover himself but the girls stepped on his arms and pinned them just as Clarissa came back into view.

“I warned you not to come to this street again. So now you’re gonna get yours.” Clarissa raised a large flat rock she had picked up from the creek bed over her head and looked down at Brian.

He saw the rock and her targets and screamed, “NOOOOO!!! YOU CAN”T!!!!! YOU’LL CRUSH THEM!!!!”

Clarissa slammed the rock down between his legs and Brian’s entire body tensed, rigid as a board, waiting for the flood of pain or to pass out. After a few long seconds, he finally took a breath and opened his eyes. Looking between his legs, he saw the rock imbedded in the soft ground about an inch from his balls and let out a sigh of relief.

Clarissa grabbed him by the hair, “Next time I will pop them, asshole.” She then raised her foot and stomped down on his nuts causing Brian to cry out and curl into a fetal position holding his battered testicles.

“C’mon Clarissa, let’s crush em. He deserves it.” Darlene begged.

“No, next time maybe. That’s enough for today.” The girls walked off laughing and mimicking his yelps and facial expressions. Getting on their bikes, they rode back up Maple Avenue.

Sensei Says

By dbud

Ashley stood at the edge of the mat and looked across at the three boys standing about 20 feet away. Her mind was racing with thoughts of what was about to happen. She had been looking forward to today for several weeks, ever since she and the other students began preparing for this inter-gender match. But it was only a few days ago that she found out she would be allowed to attend and her excitement grew even more. She assumed that she would only get second hand descriptions of the events but to be here and actually watch was more than she could have hoped for.

As Ashley looked the boys up and down, a smirk crossed her lips, she couldn’t help it, they had no idea what they were in for. Her sensei, Tami, gave her a disapproving look when she saw the smile. Ashley immediately looked down until it passed. She was not even supposed to be here and was afraid sensei might tell her to leave if she acted out. Technically, this was an advanced class for the more experienced students. Even though Ashley was not the youngest student there, at a few months shy of her 13th birthday, she had only been a student for about six months and was only a yellow belt. All 7 of the other girls were at least red belts and about half were brown or black.

They ranged in age from 12 to almost 16. The two oldest girls were Miko and Jennifer, who was Ashley’s older sister. They were also the best students and highest ranked. Miko was quite petite, not even standing five feet and weighing barely 80 pounds. Even so, she was the best fighter and was known to be vicious. Ashley had seen her once fight four boys who were each several years older and beat them all. Jennifer was quite a bit taller and had long blonde hair, like Ashley’s, as opposed to the long straight jet-black hair of Miko. The other five girls were Kati, Rachael, Becky, Kim, and Danielle, or Dani, who was also the youngest at barely 12.

The three boys were Richard, the oldest and most experienced, Brian and Billy. Richard had blonde, almost white hair and a very handsome face, young but in the transition to being a man. Brian and Billy looked like they could be brothers, Billy being almost 14 and Brian about a year younger. Both had thick brown hair. All three had lean and muscled bodies like most boys their age had, before they started to bulk up as they got older.

When Ashley looked back up a few seconds later, she noticed she wasn’t the only one smirking. In fact, several of the other girls were doing so and a few were even squirming in their places. Tami gave them all disapproving looks but let it pass. Normally, she would never have allowed the students to get away with acting out. When they were told to stand at attention, they were to have no extraneous movements and look straight ahead. Obviously, Tami could see how excited they all were, in anticipation of what was to come, and decided to let it go just this once.

Tami was about 28. She had long brown hair, stood about 5’7” and weighed a solid but lean 120 lbs. Ashley thought she was very pretty. She had studied martial arts a large part of her life and was a police officer. She ran this dojo in her spare time and took only female students to teach them self-defense. Once a girl progressed beyond the basics, she could start attending sensei’s “advanced training classes”.

In these classes, Tami taught her students how to really fight. They always pretended that their opponents were boys and Tami showed them how to win any fight with a boy. Many people would say that these techniques were unfair and they would certainly be illegal in any competition. But Tami said that in a fight, there are no rules and that those rules were only there to make sure that the boys, with their greater size and strength, would always win. Tami didn’t believe in those rules and taught her students not to either.

Ashley was only allowed in after her sister, Jennifer, asked sensei to allow her to attend. Jennifer was about three years older and the second highest student in the class. She had showed her little sister some of what she had been taught when she started getting picked on by an older boy who lived next door. The next time that boy tried to pull down Ashley’s bathing suit at the pool Ashley showed him why girls were always stronger than boys and he never bothered her again.

Jennifer and several others of sensei’s students were part of the best “click” at their school. They ran that place and anyone who got in their way got what they deserved, especially boys. When Jennifer quit the cheerleading squad and started taking martial arts some of the boys on the football team called her names and picked on her. They said no girl could fight and that it was all show. So, Jennifer and her friends showed the quarterback and a few others what these “girls” could do. After a few demonstrations, no boy dared pick on them but the girls didn’t stop.

Then the girls realized they liked picking on boys and kept it up, sometimes on new students, sometimes on football players, and sometimes on a boy they cornered in the locker room after a shower. If one of the girls got a real dislike for a particular boy, they would pick on him continuously for days and even weeks. Several boys had to go to the hospital after “incidents” where they said they fell.

Another boy had to transfer to another school to get away, since he couldn’t admit that it was four little girls several years younger than him doing this to him every day after school behind the bleachers. Because of this, the girls got the name ‘Bee-Bee’s’, meaning ball busters. None of the faculty had any clue what was going on (they thought Bee-Bee’s meant something to do with Bumblebees), but all the boys in the school know what it meant and were scared of Jennifer and her friends. Ashley didn’t know what Bee-Bee’s meant until she started in sensei’s classes. Ashley hoped to join ‘the Bee Bee’s’ one day when she started high school.

Because of Jennifer, Ashley had been allowed to attend but not participate, she could only watch, at least this time. This had all started about 3 weeks ago when Richard, who was the oldest boy across the mat and took lessons at a dojo across town, got into an argument with one of the girls in the class. Because some teachers were nearby, the girl couldn’t do anything about it at the time.

At class later that day, she told sensei what had happened. Tami had suggested that they challenge Richard and any other boys to a sparing session, no holds barred (they all laughed when they said that because they all knew what it meant.) Of course, the arrogant boys accepted and the match was set. Sensei had spent the past weeks conducting extra training classes with them all in preparation for today. They even had rigged their dummies in special poses for target practice, and they had been practicing a lot.

As sensei finished speaking, Ashley realized she had not really been listening. She had been looking at one particular boy across from her. His name was Billy; she had seen him in school and knew him a little. At one time she had a crush on him, but that was past and now she couldn’t stop staring at his crotch and wondering what sounds he would make once the match started. That was the part she liked best, the noises the boys made when it started. One second they were acting all cocky and the next they had tears streaming out of their eyes, and were begging and squealing (Ashley particularly liked the squealing.) The boy who had picked on her couldn’t even make any noise once she started, he kept trying but nothing came out. Ashley wasn’t sure if she liked that better or worse than the noises, but it was still fun, at least until the lifeguard came over and made her stop.

Ashley caught sensei finishing up talking and heard something about being respectful to their guests. With that all the girls bowed at the waist, Ashley was a little slow and caught another disapproving look from Tami. Ashley knew she’d be running a few extra laps after their next practice for that. “Take your positions,” she said and clapped her hands twice and the two groups took their positions on either side of the mat, the nine girls on one side and the three boys on the other. The mat was blue in color, and square, about 25 feet on each side. There was a white line about two feet inside the outer edge indicating the out of bounds. Sensei took up her place between the two groups on the edge of the mat.

“Billy, would you like to go first?” indicating to the boy Ashley had been looking at. He leapt to his feet from a keeling position. She then indicated to a girl named Kim to take her place as well. Kim and Billy stood about three feet away from each other in the center of the mat, each in a fighting stance. Kim was about four inches shorter than her opponent and probably weighed about 30 pounds less. Her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail that poked through the foam helmet that she wore.

They were both barefoot, as were all the students, boys and girls alike. That’s how the girls preferred to fight. Tami had taught them how to protect their toes and toughen the soles of the feet to use them as weapons. Also, since most of the girls had small feet, they were perfect for kicking into tight places at small targets. They both wore loose fitting pants and large wraparound shirts, hers was white, his red. Tied around their waists were thick cloth belts.

Ashley knew from experience that the fabric of the uniforms all the boys had on was light and thin, designed for mobility not protection, that was in the girls favor. She also knew the boys wouldn’t be wearing cups to protect their genitals. They needed to be able to use their legs to kick and the protection interfered.

When Tami clapped her hands again, the fight started but slowly. Both were anxious, and circled each other slowly with their guard up. Kim did as she had been instructed and never looked down as this could give her target an idea of what was coming and the surprise one of the best parts. Each took turns throwing half-hearted kicks and feints to see what their foe would do and both blocked easily. Kim waited for a committed attack from her opponent, just as she had been taught. She didn’t have to wait long, Billy was eager and confident, but that would all change in a few seconds.

Billy stepped forward with his front leg and swung his right up and around to try and connect with Kim’s head. As his kick extended, his legs were spread wide open. She ducked under his swinging leg and let him start to bring his top leg back down. As he did so and turned away from her, she quickly swung her foot up into the space between his legs from behind. It was a particularly good kick since he was in the process of putting his weight back down, so she caught him as his body came down and the kick was going up. When it connected, it continued to travel upwards for another 8 or 10 inches until it hit the solid part of his pelvic bone. Kim could feel that she had caught something meaty between her foot and his body. A viscous smile crossed her face. She let out a sharp “Heeee-ya!” as she kicked.

There was few seconds pause as Kim stepped back and returned to her guard position. Billy seemed to hang in mid-air, standing on his tiptoes, facing away from Kim, towards the row of girls. His hands immediately clapped around him balls; he let out a “HRUMPH” sound as the air went out of him, and slowly stooped forward to his knees. All of the girls watching had eager smiles on their faces and many started laughing. Several of them shouted out, one screamed, “Yes,” another said “Pow,” and all seemed elated that their side had landed the first blow. Normally, Tami would not have let them cry out during a match, but today was not a normal day. As Billy looked at Ashley and their eyes met, she let a sly grin creep across her face; she had fantasized about this moment and Billy for a good while.

“Hey, that was on purpose, she can’t do that…” Richard started to say.

“We SAID no holds barred. You knew the rules. Now be quiet.” Tami sharply told him. Students were used to obeying their sensei’s orders and so he piped down, his mouth open wide with disbelief at what he had seen.

Billy’s eyes were about twice the size as normal and his mouth was wide open but he couldn’t catch his breath. His testicles were in agony from the blow and he could feel them swelling in his hands. Normally, this would have ended the fight, but this wasn’t a normal fight. Kim, seeing her opening, took one large step forward and swung her free leg up towards his crotch from behind him as he was on his knees.

“Did you like that one? Well how bout this?” she timed the last word to coincide with her foot smashing into his crotch again. His hands, which were still clutching his nuts, blocked some of his the blow, but her foot still connected solidly.

“Nooooooooooo!” he cried out before the pain cut of his scream. The kick was so strong it lifted him a little and pushed him forward. Losing his balance, he fell forward into the vinyl mat. Since his hands were gripping his balls, nothing stopped him and his face slammed into the floor.

The pain in his crotch was incredible. He had never felt anything like it. Once in class, a kick had accidentally gone off target and brushed his balls. That had hurt a lot and took almost an hour to recover from. But that pain was nothing compared to two direct powerful kicks straight into his nuts like he had just experienced. He felt nauseous and his head began to swim.

With that, Tami looked at Ashley and gave her a subtle nod of her head. Ashley was sitting on the end of the row of girls, which put her closest to the door of the dojo. Ashley quickly and quietly stood up and slipped over the door. Once there, she used the key to deadbolt it and lowered the shade which covered the glass window that made up the top half. With the shade down, no one from the street could look in, and with the door bolted, no one could get out without the key, which she hid under some books sitting on a small table in the entranceway. She quickly scampered back to her position at the mat; she didn’t want to miss a second.

Billy, realizing his situation, started to try to get up. He moved his hands off his groin and put them on the floor under him. As he did so, Kim reached down and grabbed his ankles. The gloves they wore had holes for her fingers, so they provided protection for punches but still allowed her to grip. She pulled up and out on his legs, spreading them wide. She dropped to her rear, so her feet were pointed into the space between his legs. As she pulled on his ankles, she slammed her right heel into his nut-sack again. A loud squeal emitted from him.

“Good one Kim,” one girl screamed out.

“Again, harder,” came from another. Kim heeded the advice and continued yanking his legs and kicking straight out. She was lying almost completely on her back by now, using her whole body to get leverage. With each kick her heel crunched his balls again and again.

Billy was screaming loudly now. “Stop, please! No fair.”

With each extension of her leg, another wail came out at a new octave. Since Kim was holding his legs off the ground, he couldn’t get his face and chest off the floor without using his hands leaving his tender parts undefended. Whenever he frantically tried to reach back to cover himself, he fell forward again.

Richard couldn’t believe what he was seeing. What was wrong with these girls? Didn’t they realize what she was doing to him? Didn’t they realize the pain he was in? Why wasn’t it being stopped? Richard couldn’t decide what was worse, the wails of Billy or the look of glee on Kim and the other girls faces.

After about the sixth time Kim slammed her heel into him, Billy managed to get one leg free and roll to the side. Kim decided to let go of the other and rolled up and onto her feet. “Get up so I can get at your balls again,” she screamed at him. The venom and anger in her voice frightened Billy even more than what she was doing to him.

“Y-y-you’re c-c-crazy,” he stammered as he tried to get to his feet himself. She backed off and let him stand.

Billy looked over at Tami for help, thinking the sensei would stop the fight. Tami simply said, “Don’t look at me. Continue”. Billy couldn’t stand up straight; his torso was at about a 45-degree angle to the ground. His legs barely worked. He had the taste of bile in his mouth that had started to come up before he swallowed it back down. The pain seemed a bit better now as the sharp agony that accompanied the kicks had subsided but was replaced with a dull aching that hurt worse whenever he moved.

Kim circled around him and he tried to follow her. She didn’t even have her hands up; it was her turn to act cocky. She feinted towards him; he flinched away as quickly as he could and tried to cover his balls. Suddenly, she threw a punch at his head, he went to block, and Kim grabbed him by the wrist. Yanking him toward her, she grabbed the fabric of his uniform by the shoulders.

Holding him there, she brought her knee up in a straight line towards his balls again. Even though he couldn’t see her legs, he knew what was about to happen. “No,” he whispered in a voice almost not loud enough to hear.

“Yes,” Kim responded back, just as softly with a wry smile on her lips.

A split second later the bone of her knee trapped his testicles and crunched them hard.

“Unnnngh,” he spat out as his face contorted into a grimace that showed just how much pain he was in. Kim, on the other hand, was in heaven, she had dreamed of doing this and it was even better than she hoped. Every grunt, shriek, and grimace from him, made her want to hurt him more and see what other noises she could make come out of him.

The pain from her knee shot upward from his balls and into his body. He couldn’t believe how much it hurt; he didn’t know pain like this was possible. His testicles were already so sore that yet another hard blow seemed even worse than all the others combined.

His legs started to buckle and he felt himself falling, but Kim had him by the shoulders and tried to steady him. He was too heavy for her to hold up totally, but she didn’t need to do that, just to keep him up for another few seconds. Just long enough to land another knee, which followed a second later.

“God, please stop, I can’t take any more,” Billy screamed out, having found his voice. All the girls laughed at his whining.

After driving two more knees into him, Kim snarled, “I guess you can take more after all. You liar.”

As he finally fell forward, she realized she couldn’t hold him up anymore; Kim fell with him but spun the two of them together. The two of them fell face to face, with Kim on top. They landed with a thud, Kim’s weight knocking the wind from Billy. She took the opportunity to drive her knee into his balls one more time. He shrieked again, but it was a weak one, as all the punishment had sapped his strength.

Billy was so weak that he couldn’t even push her off top of him. He laid out spread eagle, arms out to each side and legs out as well. Kim swung her leg off him so she was kneeling next to his body, at about shoulder height and facing towards his legs. She had been practicing a new move she wanted to try out on him. Grabbing him by the hair, she lifted his head off the mat. Quickly she swung her arm over and around his head, bringing his neck into her armpit, forcing his head back.

Within a few seconds, she had him in a reverse headlock, by squeezing she could apply a chokehold and since he was on his back he had no leverage to escape. At the same time, she threw her leg over his right arm and held it between her body and the floor. This limited his defenses even more. But this was just the beginning. As his face was pushed back and facing away from Kim, he could not see what came next.

Looking over to her friends, she exchanged looks of excitement with them. Turning her attention back to Billy, “What’s in here, I wonder?” she asked sarcastically. Reaching down with her free hand, she slammed her palm down into his crotch. When she contacted his genitals, instead of pulling back, she dug her fingers into his meat through the light cloth of his pants, grabbing him by the balls.

Billy was in full-fledged panic mode by now, tears were streaming down his face and he was alternating sobbing and screaming. Feeling her hand around his scrotum, “Please, I give, you win.”

“Then I’ll take my prize. To the winner goes the spoils as they say,” was her reply. And with that she gave his nuts a hard squeeze and started yanking on them.

“Eeeeeeeeeeee,” Billy stared squealing even louder than before and Kim smiled even bigger than before.

“C’mon, give them to me," she ordered with a tone of annoyance that his balls were still attached to him. Spurred on by his noises, Kim started wrenching on his genitals even harder. Without even realizing it, she tightened her arm around Billy’s neck, starting to choke him. His face was turning a bright red as his breathing became shallow.

Billy’s legs started to kick and shake as she continued her twisting and squeezing of his testicles. “Work ‘em over Kim," shouted Becky, “Rip ‘em off.” The girls couldn’t be more pleased with the match; Kim was utterly destroying poor little Billy.

“Naw, I think he’s had enough,” Kim said, letting go of his crotch. Billy’s body started to relax, as he thought it was finally over.

Before he realized what was happening, he felt Kim’s hand on his nuts a second time, except this time it was inside his pants not on top of them. “Noooooo…don’t…not again!” he begged. Since the fabric wasn’t in the way anymore, she could get a better grip. She could tell his scrotum was swollen to about three times normal size. Gritting her teeth, Kim began squeezing as hard as she could. Billy’s whole body was quivering now uncontrollably.

“On a scale of one to ten, how bad’s this hurt?” she asked.

“A t-t-ten,” he squealed.

She added several yanks and a twist along with the pressure. “How bout now?” she asked.

“Aggggghhhh, an eleven, an eleven…” his voice trailed off as his body went limp. Kim kept working his balls - yanking, wrenching, and squeezing for nearly a minute before she realized that he had passed out.

Letting him go as she stood up, he slumped to the floor, unconscious. Kim walked over to the other girls, who were all on their feet, clapping and hooting. They started giving her high fives as Tami walked forward. She motioned to two of the younger girls to move Billy.

Ashley and Dani quickly ran out to the mat. Each took one of Billy’s ankles and dragged him towards the boy’s side of the room. Both Richard and Brian couldn’t believe what they were seeing. These girls were celebrating what they had done to their friend. Ashley and Dani dropped Billy in a heap next to Brian. Dani gave the youngest boy, who was obviously terrified, a wink and blew him a kiss. “I hope I get to do you like this,” she whispered to him. “Actually, I hope I get to do worse,” she said, with a smile, but Brian knew she was completely serious.

The two of them scurried back to their positions, eager to see what was going to happen next. Tami was standing in the middle of the mat. Turning to Richard, she said “Your turn…..ready?”

Richard’s face went pale. “N-n-n-o, I’m not fighting, you can’t make me.”

“You can defend yourself or not, your choice, but they’re going to fight even if you don’t.” With that Jennifer and Miko, walked out to the center and took fighting stances. Tami continued, “At least you know what you in for, he didn’t have a clue,” gesturing to Billy’s groggy and moaning form.

Richard slowly got to his feet, looking at Billy as he did. He figured at least he had a fighting chance. “No fair though, I can’t fight both of them,” he whined.

“Please, you’re a black belt. A big strong boy like you should have no problem with two little girls,” Tami replied sarcastically.

“Yeah, what are you? Afraid?” Miko asked with a mocking tone, “We’re just going to dance on your balls, that’s all!” All the girls started laughing.

“I can’t believe your doing this, you can’t, it’s wrong,” he complained.

“Oh, but you can pick on whoever you want. I see you, beating up other students. Just because you’re a black belt, you think you can push anyone you want around,” Jennifer countered.

“That doesn’t give you the right to…,” he was cut off in his protest when Rachael, who was usually the quietest of all the girls shouted out, “Less talking more screaming.” All the girls burst out into even louder laughter, Rachael’s face turned red with embarrassment.

“Rachael is exactly right,” Tami added, “Fight!”

As soon as she said the word, Miko and Jennifer were on Richard; obviously they had prepared their plan ahead of time. They both attacked in unison, coordinating with each other. Richard was caught off balance by the speed and ferocity of it. He managed to fend off several blows, most of which were aimed at this groin.

The girls had to admit he was very good; he had earned his black belt. He managed to hold both Jennifer and Miko off for several minutes and even landed a few blows him-self, but none hard enough to do any real damage. With two on one, the girls were able to take short breaks while the other engaged Richard. In doing so, they were able to save their strength, while he had to fight almost every second and was getting more tired as each one passed.

Finally, after being patient, the girls saw their chance and took it. Miko threw a punch at Richard’s face, knowing that he would block it easily, which he did. But as his strength waned, he did not have the energy to block the simultaneous attack from Jennifer, as was the plan. Jennifer swept her leg around her, keeping it low to the ground. It connected with his outside leg just below the knee. The effect was to pull his leg out and away from his body opening him up and making him lose his balance. She then shifted her weight back into him and brought her leg around and up, in a straight line into his crotch. The blow was not the hardest, but it would be the first of many to come.

Richard sucked air into his lungs to try and counter the effects. Richard had never been struck in the balls in his entire life. He had never been kicked, hit with a ball, nor even had his nuts grazed while playing. He had no idea what to expect except as he watched Billy’s obvious agony. He had imagined the worst, but even that paled in comparison with what was coursing through his body.

It felt like he was on fire as the pain shot through his spine, arching from his crotch to his brain. The pain was so great, he wanted to look down to inspect his genitals to make sure they were still there; he half expected them to be gone. His legs buckled, but he managed to stay on his feet. He knew if they got him to the ground it would be over for him. From their treatment of Billy and the others reaction to it, he knew he would get no mercy.

Richard started to lurch forward with the force of the blow, but he managed to pull himself back to an almost straight up position. In doing so, he made himself an even better target, as Miko landed a swinging left hook to the side of his face. The blow turned him right into Jennifer who landed an uppercut into his throat, followed a second later by another punch into his gut from Miko.

Richard was reeling from the punishment. He had no idea girls could punch so hard. He thought to his self ‘at least they aren’t hitting me in the balls.’ This thought went through him mind an instant before he felt the kick to his crotch. This time it was Miko. After her punch to his solar plexus, she had spun and jumped upward, swinging her leg out and around, finally bringing it right into his groin. A shrieking “Heeee-Yaaaaaaaaaaaa,” came from Miko as she struck.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” was heard coming from the other girls.

A loud “Ummmph” came from Richard.

This time staying on his feet was impossible as this kick had been clean, fast, and sharp. As bad as the one from Jennifer had been, this one was far worse. The spinning motion had propelled her foot much faster than normal. Richard even had to admit that he was impressed with her skill.

As he started to fall though, Jennifer grabbed him by the wrists. She swung his right arm upward and to her left shoulder and his left arm upward and to her right. His wrists and elbows were turned so that the underside faced to the ceiling, arching the joints the wrong way. By crossing his elbows, one under the other, she could apply pressure to the arm on top and keep both of them restrained.

Jennifer slid closer to Richard’s body, letting his arms slide over her right shoulder, still holding his wrists with one hand and letting her other hand grasp them in the middle. By getting closer she was in the perfect position to knee his balls, which is what she intended to do. Before she did though, she wanted to get as close as possible, to be able to look directly into his face, as she was now. He gave her a pleading look. Without saying a word he begged her not to do what she was about to. As well, without saying a word, her response was “Fuck you!”


The knee lifted him from the ground. He tried to pull his arms out of her grasp, but she anticipated and tightened her grip to compensate. She held him fast. Normally, he would have been easily able to over-power her and break free, but the quick succession of blows had sucked his stamina and made him weak.

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

Four more knees in as many seconds ravaged his nuts. Each blow was more brutal than the last. As each struck, his legs would start to buckle and he would begin to fall, only to meet the next blow on its upward arc. To say the pain was intense was an under-statement. Richard doubted any person on the planet had ever felt pain such as this.

Since Jennifer had landed her first kick to the balls, it had only been a matter of twenty seconds or so. But in that time Richard had taken three punches to his head and stomach and half a dozen blows to his testicles. Even so, Richard had managed not to cry out or scream like Billy. In the back of his foggy mind, he took some small pride in that.

When Miko’s foot connected though, all that changed. While his attention had been on Jennifer, the small Asian girl had snuck around behind him. Tami had always told her that kicks to a boy’s groin from behind were the most painful. Since the testicles hung slightly in front, she explained, kicks while facing him could not land as solidly as from the back. When kicked from that angle, the curl of the foot and leg fit in with the groin, allowing for a perfect fit as the blow was struck. Of course, you couldn’t see the boy’s face and enjoy his reactions, but that could come later.

Taking this advice to heart, Miko had kicked poor Richard as hard as she could between his legs from behind. Seeing what she was planning to do, Jennifer had stopped kneeing him and held him in place for the split second that it took her partner to land the shot.

The loudest scream of the afternoon so far pierced the halls of the dojo. Richard couldn’t believe what had just happened. The pain was more than he could bear. His balls felt as if the had exploded within his sack. “Ahhhhhhhhggggggggggg,” the sound seemed to echo and continue within the sparsely furnished room for what seemed like minutes. Watching his agony, several of the girls almost felt sorry for the arrogant prick, almost.

Instead of bending him over, this blow caused every muscle in his body to tighten. His body stiffened and straightened, rising up to his tiptoes and flinging his head back.

Wham! Wham!

Another two knees to the nuts came from the front. ‘His testicles had to be gone by now, how could they still hurt so much?’ he thought to himself. Miko grabbed him by the hair from behind and yanked hard downward. Her victim’s head snapped back and he was pulled hard to the floor and landed with a thud. Miko stood over him looking down, one foot on each side of his head. He opened his eyes, staring right up into her crotch. In his groggy state he watched as she slowly raised her foot and brought it down. ‘Why can’t I dodge it?’ he wondered, ‘it seems to be moving so slowly.’ This thought crossed his mind as her foot connected with his windpipe.

He made a gurgling sound as he struggled to catch his breath. Looking down his body he realized that Jennifer was standing between his legs holding them straight up by the ankles. Even if he had the strength to try to defend himself, he couldn’t have moved fast enough. He could only watch as she leaped into the air, still holding a foot in each hand. While in mid-air, she brought her feet up and behind her so that they were tucked into her rear. In doing so, her knees formed a wedge pointed down at his ever-swelling groin. A look of pure terror came across his face as she fell towards him.

“Please…I want to have children,” he shrieked. All the girls, including Tami, burst into laughter at this ridiculous statement. It only showed them how much he was suffering and how desperate he was that he would say such a thing. Trying to gain mercy any way he could.

Jennifer’s knees drove into the soft flesh of his crotch. Both testicles came to the verge of popping, but managed to slip to the side and relieve just enough pressure to be salvaged. “God….no….please…you’re killing me….my balls…you’re killing my balls.” He grabbed his groin and curled up, completely helpless, on the verge of unconsciousness.

As he lay there, Miko snarled, “Well, you can always adopt.” The viciousness of the last few attacks had struck even Tami. She didn’t know the girls had this kind of punishment in them.

Dani couldn’t take it anymore. She leapt to her feet and charged across the dojo, straight at Brian, the cute boy with the dimples. She wondered what happened to his dimples when he screamed and she intended to find out. Brian watched her charging. She was so excited that she was running blindly at the boy. The rush was so clumsy that under normal circumstances he would have easily been able to dodge and most likely land a counter attack. But today was not normal for him. Brian was so terrified with fear after what he had witnessed happen to his two older friends that he simply stared in horror as the crazed girl charged him.

“Balls!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. “I want to rip off your balls!!!!” It was the only thing she could think to scream as she leapt onto him, driving her knee into his crotch and wrapping her arms around his chest. A shrill cry of pain came out of Brian as the weight of the girl landed on his nuts. She couldn’t have weighed more than 65 pounds, but it was more than enough to make his vision go blurry and red.

Yet again, Tami was surprised by the ferocity of the move, although she had taught Dani to attack better that. Obviously, Tami had underestimated her student’s sadistic tendencies. She knew from first hand experience that females usually had as much rage and aggression as men did. What’s more, they usually couldn’t act on it like males, so when it came out, it came out in buckets. That’s what she was witnessing now. Years of abuse by brothers, cousins, neighborhood boys, teachers, and fathers was being directed at the most vulnerable extremities of these boys’ bodies.

At this point a free for all started as the remaining six girls jumped up and charged at the three victims. Tami knew she couldn’t stop them even if she had wanted to, which she didn’t. She enjoyed watching males suffer more than most anything else, that’s why she became a cop, so she could dish out punishment whenever she felt like it.

She had lost count of the number of handcuffed men she had “racked” with her nightstick. Of course, she never would have done anything to boys this young, but that didn’t mean her students couldn’t. Tami simply moved out of the way and watched the show.

Miko and Jennifer were in the process of striping Richard. Jennifer had his pants around his ankles and was trying to get his feet untangled. Miko had untied the black belt that he had worked so hard for and wrapped it around his neck as she yanked at his shirt.

Dani was still on top of Brian. One arm wrapped around his chest, clumsily punching with her free hand and kneeing him in his nuts over and over again, as fast as she could. In her excitement, she had forgotten all technique and discipline. She was just wailing away. Most of her blows were not hitting cleanly, but the number and speed made them just as painful to her young subject.

“Get her off me. Owwwwww. She’s hurting me. Help me. Please,” he was screaming out. The tone in his voice indicated that he actually believed they might help him. As he cried out, he was vainly trying to avoid her strikes but because she was lying on top of him, it was almost impossible for her to not connect with some part of his groin. In his panic, he wasn’t even covering his genitals or closing his legs to protect himself, just begging, which had no effect on his attacker. A hard knee delivered directly to his balls, elicited a whimpering “Mommy.” After that shrieks were all that could be heard from the mass of pumping arms and legs lying against the wall.

The other girls ran across the dojo mat to join in the carnage. Becky grabbed Richard’s hands to prevent him from putting up even the slightest fight while Jennifer and Miko stripped him of the last of his uniform. Rachael and Kati ran over to where Dani was lying on top of Brian to help her deliver more punishment. Kim and Ashley ran towards Billy, who had begun to recover from his fight. He had just managed to sit up and clear his eyes, only to see his older friend’s destruction. Now he was watching two more crazed girls, including the one who had demolished him the first time, rush at him.

Jennifer had just peeled Richards pants off his legs, “I got an idea,” she blurted out to Miko and Becky. Grabbing his belt, she pulled it tight, slid it up under his scrotum, and wrapped the think fabric around the top of his ball-sack several times. Once wrapped, she pulled the two ends to tighten it. “Unnnngggg,” he grunted as the pressure was applied.

“Grab his hands,” Jennifer told the other two girls who were watching her intently. They smiled as they realized what she wanted to do to the poor boy.

“Pull,” Jennifer ordered. With that, Miko and Beck climbed to their feet and began pulling up and out on his arms, which were above his head at this point. At the same time, Jennifer began pulling the opposite direction on the belt wrapped around Richards’s nuts. As the Belt tightened, his scrotum started to stretch and the pressure on his balls increased.

“No, don’t, Ahhhhhhh,” he protested. The confirmation of his discomfort elicited even bigger smiles from the girls and more effort in the pulling. After a few seconds to set themselves, all three of the girls were pulling with all their might. Miko and Becky had their heels dug into the edge of the mat to help with traction and were leaning back as far as they could without falling. Jennifer was still sitting between his legs, but her main role was to anchor his nuts against the pressure from the other end.

Since his arms were being pulled up as well as out, Richards’s body was completely off the ground. The only parts of his body in contact with the floor were the balls of his feet. He was bent in a sort of reverse bridge, with his feet barely touching the ground; his knees bent 90 degrees, and his torso horizontal to the floor. Miko and Becky were pulling so hard that Jennifer was having trouble holding him in place.

To compensate, she pulled the belt around her back and wedged it under her arms, wrapping it around her front hand as well. This gave her a much better grip and allowed her to put her weight into pulling in the opposite direction.

Richards’s balls were stretched a good six inches from his groin. “Pleeeeeese stop, you’re ripping them!” he cried out.

“Good,” was what he got in return from Becky. The pressure was incredible, he couldn’t stand it, and his testicles felt like they were going to pop any second. The pain has sapped every ounce of strength from him. He couldn’t even hold his head up; it was hanging towards the ground, flopping back and forth with every yank and tug he experienced. Drool was flowing from his mouth, as he couldn’t even muster the energy to swallow.

“Let’s get his pants off,” Kati said as she and Rachael approached where Dani was punishing the little Brian’s crotch. Rachael grabbed Dani and pulled her up as Kati took Brian’s pants by the bottom and started pulling them down. Being younger, none of these girls had ever seen a boy close up. Their eyes went wide when they saw his penis and scrotum. They started giggling as they looked at his tiny pecker lying on his enormously swollen scrotum. As Kati finished pulling his pants all the way off, Rachael grabbed a cord from a rack against the wall and used it to tie his hands behind his back.

“I wanna kick him, I haven’t gotten to kick any of them,” Kati pleaded.

“Alright, you go first,” Rachael, who was the oldest and the de facto leader of the three, told her.

Dani started to protest, “He’s mine.”

Rachael scolded her, “You’ve been working on him for a while, let her have a turn.”

She thought it over, “Alright.” Danielle gave Kati a sideways glance of disapproval; she wanted him all to herself.

Rachael and Dani each took a leg and held them wide. “Please don’t, no more,” he pleaded, but to no avail. With a grin and building excitement, Kati took her place, standing between his held and outstretched legs. Lifting her foot as high as she could, she slammed it down and into his crotch, her heel smashing into his balls. He shrieked and tried to curl up, but his legs were held firmly. Each girl wrapped her arm around one of his lower limbs and pulled them under their arms to anchor them. His torso lifted off the floor only to be slammed back down by Rachael’s foot as she kicked him in the chest.

Kati paused to make sure the other two had a good grip. Confident that they did, she stomped on his tender areas again. Several more stomps followed in quick succession. With each, the tone and severity of his screams went up.

“Aiiiieeeeeeee, stop it,” he begged as another foot nearly burst his left nut. At this point, Kati wasn’t just stomping, but when her foot landed she would hold it there and roll his balls between it and the hardwood floor. After a few more, she added a leap to the blows. Bracing herself on his legs, she jumped as high as she could and brought her foot into his nuts, landing with all the weight she could on him. His screams went to an entire new level in shrillness and intensity when this new aspect of the punishment was added.

After several more, the three girls switched off. Kati took Rachael’s place, holding his right leg and the older girl assumed the position in the middle and took over the ball smashing duties. This was even worse for poor Brian. The combination of his increasingly tender testicles and the fact that Rachael was the oldest and biggest of the three, made her stomps all the more powerful and painful.

His pleads and shrieks were constant but were also completely ignored, except as motivation to do more damage to his small genitals. This pattern continued for a good while, with the three alternating positions and each one delivering a few hard kicks before moving on and allowing another girl to give him a few.

Things were no better for Billy. He had already been badly beaten and was just beginning to recover. Then the girl who had hurt him in the first place, Kim, and Ashley, the girl who wanted to hurt him more than any of the others, jumped him. Billy saw them approaching and tried to crawl backwards and to get away. He only made it a few feet before the grabbed him. Lying on his side with them on top of him, he pleaded for no more.

“Haven’t you done enough to me?” he asked.

“I haven’t done anything to you…YET!” Ashley responded. Billy’s eyes got big when he thought about the implications of her statement.

“I want to smash his balls,” Ashley told Kim. “I mean really smash them, so they burst.” Billy’s eyes got even larger.

“Can you do that?” Kim asked in return.

“Sure, Tami told me about it.” Actually, Tami had given them a warning about bursting a boy’s testicles. She had said that if you trap them where they have no room to move and apply too much pressure…’POP’, they burst inside his scrotum and he’ll never use them again. Ever since that day, Ashley had become fascinated with popping a boy’s balls.

“You can’t do that,” he said when he heard their discussion. He was crying as he said this.

“Why not?” Ashley shot back.

“You just can’t, it’s wrong, I need those,” he replied.

Ashley looked at Kim and thought for a moment, “Ehhhhh, I don’t really care,” she said with a casual tone that sent a shiver through Billy.

“What do you think?” she asked Kim.

“Fine by me.”

“Great! Let’s get started. Get his pants off.” And with that Ashley jumped behind the boy and grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it down to his waist. Since his arms were still in the sleeves, this pinned them at his sides as they got tangled in the fabric. Kim reached her fingers into the top of his pants and grabbed the waistline. With a quick but hard yank, she had pulled them completely off with one motion.

“Take a leg.” Ashley told Kim as she grabbed his left ankle. Kim did as she was told and took the right. They two girls dragged the pleading boy towards the back wall, where the training equipment was. Ashley took two jump ropes from the rack and threw one to Kim. “Tie his legs open, use the weight machine.” Kim wrapped the rope around his ankle several times and tied it to the weight bench. Ashley did the same with his left ankle and anchored it to a radiator against the wall. Billy’s pleas had not ceased the entire time that they bound him, but he had not offered much of a fight.

“Grab those blocks,” Ashley again ordered Kim, indicating a stack of cinder blocks that the girls used for holding wooden boards to practice breaking. Each block was about one and a half inch thick, eight inches long by six inches wide. Kim grabbed three of them and brought them over. She wasn’t used to being given orders like this and especially not from a classmate who was younger and lower in rank as Ashley was on both accounts. But she wanted to watch what was going to happen more than her pride mattered. Besides Ashley was a girl on a mission and Kim didn’t want to get in her way.

Ashley took one block put it on the floor between his legs and slid it into him as far as she could. She lifted his scrotum so it rested on the block. “Gag him, ‘cause he’s gonna scream when I get done.” Again, Kim followed her instructions, jamming a small towel into his mouth and tying it in place with a cord used to tie off the fighter’s pants legs.

“Wait, no, please…unnngggg,” he begged but was cut off by the towel being forced down his throat.

Lifting another cinder block, Ashley laid it as gently as she could on top of the first, with his balls trapped between. Billy’s eyes never left the block as she lifted it, brought it over, and set it down between his legs. His tears were flooding out of his eyes and his words asking for mercy were muffled. Ashley gave him a kiss on the cheek, leaned in further and whispered into his ear, “You thought Kim hurt you, you little bastard, watch this.”

Billy watched her smiling face as she stood up in front of him. Almost as an after-thought, she took a towel and laid it over the blocks at her feet, “Don’t want to cut myself,” she explained.

Stepping up onto the weight bench, which was about eighteen inches off the floor, she jumped up as high as she could. Ashley landed with her full weight and both feet on the top cinder block. Billy’s face went beet red, his eyes snapped shut and tears ran down his face. He clinched his teeth together and screamed through the gag. His whole body tightened and convulsed. The convulsions were intense but limited because his legs and hands were restrained by the bonds.

Agony exploded through his body, originating at his groin. There was no describing the feeling, perhaps like someone setting off a stick of dynamite in between his legs. His mind was blank, he couldn’t focus on anything; the pain took up all the room for thoughts in his brain. The room looked bright red when he finally opened his eyes. Vomit surged up into his mouth but was blocked by the gag.

Ashley stood there, on top of the blocks, watching the boy convulse and cry, savoring the experience of what she had done. She wanted to understand what he was feeling. Since she didn’t have any testicles, she would have to try and determine it from watching him. As she stared at him, she started hopping up and down on the blocks to further torment Billy. His head was starting to droop to one side, as he was only half awake.

Ashley stepped off and knelt down to inspect the damage. Removing the towel and upper cinder block, she roughly grabbed his package. “Dammit to hell!!!” she screamed in shock, “They’re still there, what do I have to do to bust these things? They must have slid out.”

Quickly grabbing another cord she wrapped it tightly around the base of his scrotum to pin his balls so they couldn’t squirm. Looking for something to use on him she saw a 3-pound hand weight used by the girls for arm curls. Grabbing it, she smashed it down with both hands into his balls. Over and over she repeated the process of beating his nuts with the flat end of the weight.

She wasn’t even stopping to check to see if his testicles were intact or not. She was in a blind fury of pounding, not noticing he had slipped into unconsciousness and slumped over as far as the bonds would allow. She also didn’t notice that all the other girls in the dojo had stopped what they were doing and come over to watch Ashley go to town.

“Smash them!” Miko encouraged.

“Go for it!” Dani screamed.

“Nail ‘em,” Don’t stop,” “Pop ‘em,” “Make ‘em scream,” came from various girls. Ashley was completely oblivious to them all. At this point she had smashed the weight into Billy’s nuts at least ten times and had no intention of stopping – five more, then ten, twenty, twenty-five, thirty, the assault continued unabated. The only thing that would help Billy was the mercy of the girl wielding the metal bar and smashing his privates, but there was no mercy there to be found.

Finally, after several minutes, Ashley’s strength was waning as she brought the weight up and back down over and over. Her arms ached so bad she could barely lift them. Ashley sat back panting and sweating, nearly exhausted by the continuous assault she had just engaged in. Luckily for Billy, he had missed most of it since he had passed out after about the sixth blow landed.

“Did you do it?” asked Becky, referring to his balls, even Tami had come over to see, her curiosity piqued. Ashley felt down between his legs and massaged his sack. She didn’t even have to answer, the enormous smile that crossed her face told them all what she felt – no testicles, only pulp – this time she had gotten both of them and Billy would never be the same again.

The girls lifted Ashley to her feet and each one hugged the exhausted girl. She was their hero. Dani looked over at Brian and Richard and whined, “I want to do one like that.” She started to walk towards a scared Richard.

“No!” blurted out Tami, “That’s enough. We can’t explain away all three.” Though she was disappointed, Dani didn’t argue with her sensei.

In reality, all the girls were exhausted from the punishment they had been dishing out and probably couldn’t have done much more even if Tami had let them.

“Let’s get them out of here,” Tami ordered. Twenty minutes later, Tami was driving Ashley, Miko, and Jennifer in her SUV. Richard, Billy, and Brian were lying in the rear cargo area, still helpless and crying. When they pulled up about a block from the hospital, Tami re-iterated her threat of what would happen if any of the boys if they told anyone about their session.

All three boys promised not to say anything, as they totally believed what she said would happen would if they squealed. She told them what to tell the doctors about their injuries. Tami made them repeat back to her what their stories would be to make sure they had it straight.

As the girls drove off, laughing to themselves, Richard and Brian started limping towards the hospital, while Billy just crumpled to the ground, unable to do anything but hold the area where is boyhood used to be.

As the SUV turned the corner, Ashley who was given the front seat by Tami for the first time, thought about what she had done. She didn’t feel sorry for the boys at all, that surprised her a bit. She kept rolling the images of the day over in her head, the boy’s tears and grimaces. She heard their screams, shrieks, and begs for mercy. She remembered the feeling of what she had done to Billy. She liked what she had done and couldn’t wait to do it again.

Tomorrow was Sunday and there was usually a football game in the park down the block from her house. Lot’s of boys at a football game, she thought, smiling out the window. It would be easy to lure one or two away, more if Jennifer or the other girls would help her. Yes, that’s what she’d do; the park would be a good place.

She barely slept at all that night thinking about the park and devising new things she’d do to all the boys in the park.

Buffy vs. Dark Angel

By dbud

(Hardcore ball-busting, ball popping. Includes fighting and violence. Read at your own risk.) As usual, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

This story I wrote involving two popular TV characters and what their meeting might be like, with a ballbusting twist. It is hardcore, similar to the Britney story of a few months ago. It does not have penile castrations like that story but the ballbusting is brutal and non-stop once it starts. It also incorporates elements of female fighting and beating men, which seems to be liked by a lot of the readers of these stories too. The fighting though is pretty violent, especially towards the end.

I would imagine that most of you would know who these characters are, but for those of you who don’t, I am including a brief synopsis of the characters backgrounds: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is a TV show that’s been on for over 5 years. Sarah Michelle Gellar plays the title character. She is petite, about 5’2” tall, 25 years old, blonde and gorgeous. Buffy has supernatural powers that make her fast and strong and allow her to fight the forces of evil.

Dark Angel was on for two years and went off the air a year or two ago. Jessica Alba was the actress who played a character named Max (Dark Angel.) The government in the future created her to be the perfect warrior. Like Buffy, Max is strong and fast with superhuman senses as well. Jessica Alba is about 5’5” tall and around 20 years old. She is athletic with full black hair, has naturally tan skin and is known for her full and pouty lips. Personally, I think Sarah and her are interchangeable as the best-looking women I have ever seen.

Here is how I imagine what their first meeting might be like.

Meeting of the Warriors

The two had been fighting for over twenty minutes. Both had landed a few shots, but neither had the upper hand yet. Both were surprised, usually each was the best fighter in the battle as neither had ever lost. Each sized up her opponent.

Buffy looked the dark haired girl over. Even she had to admit that she was strikingly beautiful, with a dark exotic look. Her skin was tan and golden. Her jet-black hair was long and wavy, curling around her almond shaped face. She had come dressed for battle but had also obviously planned her outfit to be alluring as well. Her top was very thin spandex, formfitting, showing off her curvy figure and large breasts. It had mini half sleeves that came down to the middle of her bicep, revealing lean but well muscled arms. On her hands she wore black leather biker gloves with the fingers cut out.

Her pants were a bit looser, allowing her freedom to move and fight. They were low riders, coming up to just above her hipbones and showing several inches of skin between the top of them and her shirt, including a belly button ring. She had on boots, with straps and buckles, like the kind motorcycle riders wear. Her entire look was dark - dark skin and black clothes, only broken by her large, bright red lips.

Likewise, the brunette was taking in her blonde foe. She was several inches shorter. Max stood five and a half feet, so the blonde could not have been more than five feet and two inches. While she was petite, no more than a hundred pounds, she was also strong and fast. It had been a long time since Max had fought an equal.

The tiny blonde was dressed more for partying than for fighting. She wore red leather pants, low and hip hugging. They clung to her rear and showed off the perfect shape of her cheeks. She had low boots, with heels, on as well. Her top was very frilly, white, and shear. Her black bra could be clearly seen through the top, cupping her small but pert breasts. The blonde’s top had no sleeves, revealing shapely arms and shoulders. She was pretty and her small round face was perfectly made up. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

Max had just arrived in town a few hours earlier. She had been attacked almost the minute she got off the bus. Two guys, who she thought were muggers at first, but she quickly realized they were something far more dangerous. They grew fangs and claws right before here eyes and set out to rip out her throat. She killed one by cutting off his head with a shard of glass from a broken window. As he turned to dust before her eyes, the second ran off and she had been tracking it when this blonde girl jumped her.

Buffy had been out patrolling that night after spending some time with her friends. She had seen a dark haired stranger lurking in the shadows and thought she had better check it out. Next thing she knew she was in a fight for her life.

“What are you? Some kind of demon?” the blonde spoke out first.

“Demon? Are you high?” the brunette retorted, “you just want to get even for what I did to your boyfriend a few hours ago.”

“Please, what the hell are you talking about?” the blonde replied.

Both had the same thought at the same time, suddenly not sure what they were fighting over. The blonde spoke up again, “Maybe we should take a step back and talk this out. Okay?”

“Maybe you’re just afraid you’re going to get your ass kicked,” the brunette replied.

Buffy tried to ignore her comment, it appeared that she was the more mature of the two and so she tried to act like a grown up. “Look, I just don’t think we’re enemies is all. Maybe we want the same thing?”

“Alright, I’ll stand down if you do,” Max answered. Both girls stepped back a few feet and lowered their hands, but still on guard for a surprise attack. “So, who are you?”

“My name’s Buffy. I run this town. Can’t say I’ve seen you around?”

“Yeah, well, I’m new. Names’ Max.”

The two continued for several minutes, each explaining briefly who she was and how she got here. Buffy telling Max that she was the Slayer, a chosen warrior to fight demons and vampires. Max told Buffy that she was a military weapon, engineered to be the perfect soldier. Neither fully believed the other but they both had to laugh at the fact that they had been trying to kill each other. Finally, they both settled back to trade war stories and then it happened, “Ya’know, I would have taken you eventually,” Buffy told her former foe.

“Puleeze, I was soooo about to kick your ass,” Max said with her patented attitude.

Both girls were suddenly in their fighting stances, “You sure you want to do this,” Max added.

“Hold on,” Buffy said, “I’ve got an idea of how we can figure out who is really better and have some fun too. You game?”

“I’m always game. What’cha have in mind?” Buffy filled Max in on her idea. Max agreed that it sounded cool. “I know the perfect place. There’s this club a ways up. All the young people in town go there. It will be packed on a Saturday night. We’ll find all the guys we need there.” Buffy added as the two started walking. “Lead the way.” And with that the two girls set out.

The Club

Buffy and Max walked through the door of the club and took it in. It was large but not huge. Sofa’s and plush chairs were all around, filled with guys hitting on girls and girls letting themselves get hit on. There was a dance floor in the back that was full and several pool tables to the left of the entrance. A band played on a stage to the right and several bartenders served drinks from a large mahogany bar along the far wall. The club was filled with people, mostly young, in their early to mid twenties, and mostly beautiful. “You were right Buffy, lot’s of meat here for our little…competition.”

“Told ya, all the young hip guys and girls come here on the weekends. Ready?”

“It’s your town and idea, so I’ll just follow your lead, for now at least.” Max told her even though she was not used to taking orders.

“Cool, just watch the door. It’s the only way out. After I get their attention, you block it. Okay?” Max nodded agreement.

Buffy walked through the crowd as Max took up a position near the door they had entered through. Buffy approached the stage. Once there, she leapt nearly ten feet into the air, flipped while in mid-air and landed on her feet at the front of the stage. “Back off!” she told the lead singer and he complied, shocked by her move. Grabbing the microphone, she spoke into it; “Look people, me and my friend need to borrow a few of you for a couple of minutes. Just do what you’re told and no one will get hurt. Well, almost no one.” She added that last line coyly.

Almost immediately several bouncers stepped up to the stage. They were telling her to get off and seemed to think that she had just had too much to drink. While they were looking at the tiny blonde interrupting the show, they didn’t notice the olive skinned beauty slinking up behind them. Before the six huge security guards could even react, they were down.

The crowd was stunned by what they saw, both by the fact that two tiny girls had killed and incapacitated the men but also by the brutality of it as well. Max had snapped two of their necks before the fight even began. This was followed by Buffy leaping from the stage, landing a kick to the chest of one man and sending him flying across the pool tables and through a plate glass window. The blonde then shattered the knees or a fourth and the other two didn’t fair any better. It was over in about four seconds.

The fight ended with Buffy standing on a pool table holding a large man who was at least six feet five inches and had to weigh two hundred and eighty pounds. She had him by the throat in her left hand. His feet were suspended a good 8 inches off the floor. He fought to break her grip with both his massive arms but it was like steel. After nearly a minute of his legs flailing, they stopped and just twitched.

Buffy dropped the body and leaped the thirty feet to the stage. Re-taking the mic, “I told you, but some people just have to learn the hard way.” The crowd was in shock and some started crying, thinking they were the victims of some terrorist plot.

Max headed back to the front door and the crowd parted to let her walk with no interference. Once there, she placed both hands on the side of a large cigarette machine. Getting leverage, she slid the two thousand pound machine in front of the main entrance. ‘That will hold em,’ she thought to herself and went back to the stage.

Buffy spoke up, “Now that we have your undivided attention, I want all the women over on the dance floor and all the men here in the center in front of the stage.” The crowd shuffled a bit, unsure of what to do. “MOVE, NOW!” she screamed at them and they complied. A few minutes’ later the women were all in the back and the men were all in front of the stage waiting to hear what the tiny blonde had to say. Buffy estimated that there were at least 120 men in the club and almost every single one of them were young, attractive and in great shape. Perfect for her and Max’s plan.

“Now strip,” Buffy ordered the men. A shocked expression came over all their faces.

“Wait a minute. What’s going on?” one brave man spoke up.

“We said STRIP!” Max shouted at him as she leapt into the air. Only Buffy with her superhuman reflexes could even see the move, it was so fast. The dark haired girl leaped and spun slamming her foot into the mouth of the man who had made the mistake of speaking up. His teeth sprayed the club like pebbles. The rest of the men looked at his limp form laying on the floor. With the odd angle his neck was bent at, his teeth were the least of his worries. Buffy nodded, quite impressed with the attack. “Now, do it!” Max ordered. This time the men all complied.

Several women followed orders to collect the men’s clothing. Max walked into the crowd of males, smiling broadly, taking in the sight of all the skin, especially the cocks and balls. She loved it and she couldn’t help but think about what she was going to do to them. She felt her cunt getting wet thinking about the fun they were going to have. She stroked several of the men’s genitals, watching them get hard.

It Begins

“Ready?” Buffy inquired of her.

“Sure. I’ll even let you go first,” Max offered.

Buffy took her up on her offer. She walked up to the edge of the crowd of men and looked them over. Selecting a particularly handsome and athletic one, she grabbed him by the cock and led him a few feet out into the center of the club. Letting him go, she turned to face him.

“Look, is this about money or something? Because if it is, I don’t have much, but you’re welcome to it. Okay?” the man pleaded with the small vicious girl who had just led him by the dick.

“No, it’s not about money, but you do have something I want.” The man didn’t like the evil smile that came across her face as she spoke those words. Faster than he could react, she kicked him as hard as she could between his legs. The force of the kick was incredible, lifting him some six feet into the air. His pelvic bone was shattered and his testicles, caught full force by the massive blow, were turned to jelly. The owner of those balls was named Charles. He was a teacher at a local college. As he felt his balls exploding, he suddenly remembered where he knew the blonde girl kicking him from. He had gone on a date with her about a year ago. He had ran into her at the park and struck up a conversation. One thing led to another and they ended up going to a movie together. Obviously, she didn’t remember him.

The man landed in a heap, holding his ruptured crotch, unable to even scream but his agony was apparent. All who watched did so in horror, but no one made a sound, afraid that they might draw attention to themselves.

“Good one” Max complimented her rival in this twisted competition as she led another man by the cock out of the group.

“W-w-ait, please don… “ He begged, but before he could complete the plea for mercy, Max spun, grabbing him beneath each arm. She used her scientifically augmented muscles to toss him with ease into the air. He sailed over twenty feet straight up. As he fell, Max jumped onto the pool table behind her. Timing her assault perfectly, she kicked straight up and out, catching her target’s nuts cleanly as he fell back to the ground. The effect was similar to the first victim, crushed bones and smashed balls. The main difference was that this man could scream in agony at the rupturing of his manhood by the small beautiful girl. He screamed long and loud and the thought that he would never be a man again made him weep too.

“Wow, I’m impressed, and that’s not easy to do," Buffy returned the praise she had been given a few seconds before. “My turn, I guess.” She covered the distance between herself and her target in a span of less than a second, even though he was near the back of the group, over 60 feet away. She had noticed him when Max was doing her jump kick. He was trying to not be noticed, hoping to avoid what was happening. That is exactly what caught Buffy’s eye and made her select him. The other men immediately backed away from the girl and her chosen victim, thankful that it was not they so selected.

Before he knew it, she had a hand around his throat and another around his nuts. She lifted him easily into the air, holding him by the two most vulnerable parts of his body, the meat between his jaw and shoulders and the meat between his legs. She held him aloft for several seconds enjoying the feel of his nuts in her hand. She was careful not to crush them though, just apply enough pressure to cause him a tremendous amount of pain but not rupture him.

She then hoisted his squealing form above her head. Steadying herself, she threw his body straight out, but she only released her left hand, the one around his throat, leaving the one holding his balls secured. Only the anchor of his scrotum stopped the flight of his body. His nuts stretched as far as they could but did not give way. He collapsed to the floor, his manhood still being held by a petite pretty blonde.

“Ohhh Goddddd, the pain,” he cried out. The sensation of his testicular cords being yanked by the force of the throw, in combination with the immense pressure she was putting on his balls, was worse than anything he had ever imagined. His scrotum had been stretched a good 12 inches before snapping back in place.

“Dammit, they didn’t tear,” Buffy said in disbelief, she was obviously not a girl used to failure. Hoisting him again, she prepared to repeat the process.

“No, please, God have mercy!!!!” The final word came as he felt his nuts stretched again as his body was thrown in a repeat of the ordeal. For a second time his genitals held firm to their owner, refusing to be separated from their home.

“FUCK!” Buffy screamed at her stubborn victim, angry that he was making her look bad. He didn’t hear her insult as they were drowned out by his own screams at having his nuts savagely yanked from him. He looked down and was horrified to see his nutsack stretched a good thirteen inches from where they should have been. The skin surrounding his orbs was taunt, stretched thin and beginning to tear.

As she hoisted him a third time and what he assumed would be the last, Randy thought about the job he just gotten earlier the day before. He had been working hard to get it and all his efforts had paid off. He was out tonight with a few friends, one of whom the dark haired girl had kicked between his legs so hard his balls shot twenty feet into the air, to celebrate.

“One last try,” Buffy said with spite in her voice as she lifted his body again.

“God, please just end the pain,” he begged.

“Sure thing boss,” she replied, eager to comply, “But maybe not in the way you mean.” She slung his weight as hard as she could, again holding him firmly only by the nuts. This time his weakened manhood was no match for the momentum created by her supernaturally enhanced muscles. His scrotum and nuts remained in her hand as the rest of him was launched across the room. He landed with a thud, unconscious, “Well, at least he got his wish,” Buffy said sarcastically.

“Took you long enough. Three tries, but I’ll give you points for tenacity, you didn’t give up.” Max told her. As Buffy turned to face the other women, she was surprised. Max had a man by the nuts and had lifted him up into the air. He was, in effect, sitting in her hand, held in place by her fingers wrapped around his balls. She held him at nearly full arms length, trying to show off her strength. At the same time she was squeezing his testicles to the point of bursting before she would ease the pressure and then re-apply a few seconds later. Her superhuman sense of touch allowed her to feel exactly when he was going to rupture and ease off at the last possible second.

The man Max was holding up by the nuts was named Dave. He was a blue-collar guy, honest, hard working. His dad had always told him that if you work hard, you get what’s coming to you. So that’s what he did. In nearly 8 years on the same job, he had taken exactly one sick day. He imagined he would need to take a few more next week. Randy would too; Dave had gone out with him to celebrate him getting a new job. He was watching the blonde girl heave his friend and finally rip his balls off when the raven-haired one reached up, took him by the nutsack and lifted him cruelly.

Dave was screaming out in an incredibly high pitched voice that would repeat as she applied pressure. His legs were rigid, extended straight down, on either side of her arm, his feet suspended several feet off the ground. He had his hands wrapped around her wrist but he had no chance of pulling her vice-like grip free from his nutsack. Max looked up at him and smiled warmly as she continued to compress and release his balls. She enjoyed the expressions of pain and relief that alternated across his face as she worked his manhood. “Ohhhhh,” she cooed at him as he cried out in pain, indicating that she knew full well the agony she was dispensing to him.

“Oh yeah?” Buffy said, not wanting to be outdone. She felt she was falling behind and wanted to make up for the fact that it took her three tries to rip that last guys balls off. Max’s display of strength, holding a 200-pound man up by one hand, was a direct slap at her and one that she wouldn’t let pass by. Grabbing two men by the wrists she pulled them to the pool table area. Jumping up to stand on one of the tables, the blonde bent at the waist to reach her objectives.

Taking each by the balls, she mirrored Max’s maneuver but with a man in each hand. Standing up, the tiny girl lifted each man from the floor by his balls, her feet right on the edge of the pool table holding them men out over the floor. She also began compressing each man’s nuts in turn.

“Ahhhhhhh, God, Stop!” “Aiiiiiieeeeee!!!!” they both screamed in unison. Buffy enjoyed hearing the men’s reactions to her torture of their genitals but she enjoyed the look on Max’s face even more. Apparently, Max didn’t like being showed up.

In retaliation, the brunette began lifting her man’s body upward and then yanking him down by this scrotum into her hand. The effect was similar to a paddle ball game that children play, where an elastic cord is hooked to a wooden paddle with a rubber ball on the end. The ball is then smacked with the paddle, as it flies away it is then pulled back by the cord and smacked again. This was similar to what Max was doing to her victim. She was lifting him up, and then yanking him down by his genitals.

He was being triply punished. First she was still working his balls, squeezing them to their breaking point. Second, she was yanking him down by them as well. His testicular cords were stretching thin and aching horribly. Lastly, as his body was pulled back down, all his weight would slam into his nuts compressing them even more. The absolute worst thing for him though was the helplessness. He was stuck on some sick carnival ride, throwing him up and down and threatening to rip his manhood free.

Impressed, but determined not to show it, Buffy one-upped her. She slowly began turning her hands inward. As the men in her charge felt their weight shifting, they increased their grip on the blonde’s iron wrists. Buffy laughed at the panicked look on their faces, “Hold on, I think your going for a little trip,” she mockingly told them. Next thing they knew, the men were hanging upside down, held aloft by their genitals. The fact that they were holding onto her arms to take some of the pressure off lessened the pain and made the experience only unbearable.

Not to be outdone, Max duplicated the move, hanging her target by his nuts as well.

“Stop, mercy, please!!” he screamed at the exotic girl with the pouting red lips holding him by his nuts at arms length.

“What in the hell makes you think I would give you mercy, bitch!” was the retort he got in return. Looking over to Buffy, Max saw that she had begun a new measure. She was shaking her hands back and forth. The motion caused the male bodies to sway, increasing the torque on their balls. Max began doing the same, shaking her victim like a rag doll. The two girls kept increasing the violence of their movements to increase the pain and suffering of the men.

The screams of pain kept increasing also. It was almost as if the men were in competition too. Only while the girls were involved in trying cause their pain, the men’s seemed to be about screaming at the highest pitch and who could hold the scream for the longest length of time before their breath gave out. The brown haired guy being held by Buffy’s left hand seemed to be in the lead in both respects.

“Time to lose the balls fella,” Max told her victim. The look of terror on his face grew worse if possible.

“What are you going to do?” he asked in a low hoarse voice as if he had been screaming at the top of his lungs for the last 5 minutes in terrible pain and his throat was sore. With her free hand, Max grabbed his wrists, pinning both in her small fingers. The man couldn’t believe it but she was able to hold his thick strong arms with her delicate fingers with almost no effort.

As she looked down at him, he realized what she was going to do. She planned on yanking his hands free and suspending him only by his nuts. He could only imagine the feeling. He started to beg her not to but realized the futility of doing so. Even so, the look on his face told Max all she needed. She counted down from five, “5…4…3…2…1,” with the last number she pulled his hands free. His body dropped several inches and stopped only when his balls held him up.

His scream went to an entirely new level as all his one hundred and ninety pounds pulled on his nuts, inflicting horrible pain that shot from his crotch to every cell of his body. The men held by Buffy couldn’t see what had happened but the shrillness of the crying told them it was something bad. Based on the contest so far, they each knew the blonde holding them up would be duplicating the procedure on them soon. Ironically, that was the same thought that Buffy was having at that very second.

She lifted the male forms up, straightening her arms almost straight upwards. This raised the men’s heads to only a few inches below her eye level. “Let go,” she ordered them.

“What? You can’t be serious.” She gave the talkative one a stern look that said she was dead serious.

“I have both my hands being used at the present time, so I can’t pull your grip free. That means you’re going to have to let go. Now...let...go!”

The men looked at each other in horror, ‘was she serious? She wanted them to voluntarily let themselves be hung by the balls.’ If they needed any more convincing, the sound of the man behind them screaming loudly as Max started shaking him by the balls again, even though she held his hands so all the pressure was absorbed by the orbs between his legs; made them realize that they couldn’t comply.

“I’m giving you one last chance to do as you’re told,” Buffy said with obvious annoyance in her voice.

“Please don’t, I’m begging you.”

“DO IT!!” she screamed in his face, visibly angry at his non-compliance. After a few seconds, it was obvious neither were going to do as she asked. “Fine be that way,” lowering them slightly, she kicked her left leg into the talker’s right arm, right at his elbow. The powerful blow shattered the bones of his joint.

“Aiiieeee,” he shrieked.

“Should have just let go when you had the chance.” She kicked his left elbow the same way, popping it as well. This made it impossible for him to hold on. The agony of his balls, which had just been augmented by the pain in his newly broken arms, was further multiplied by the sensation of his weight being held up only by his nuts. She even gave him several hard shakes for good measure.

Looking to the second man, “What’s it gonna be?” She lifted her leg behind her, indicating she was prepared to do the same to him, to emphasize the threat. The strapping twenty two year old with the white-blonde hair, closed his eyes and released his grip from her wrists. He held his arms straight out to his sides as the intense pain coming from his balls washed over him. His face turned bright red as he tried to not scream. Buffy lifted him up to get a better look at his face, a satisfied smile on hers at his obvious agony. He did manage to hold his tongue though, that is until she began bouncing him up and down by the nuts. Both men were flopping like dolls. Buffy couldn’t stop watching the men’s toes; they kept twitching in strange ways that amused her.

Finally, the man held by her right hand, dropped to the floor. Not because Buffy had let him go, but rather because his genitals had finally given way. He was unconscious before he hit the floor. The other man was not so lucky, his balls and consciousness held on for several minutes of hanging, yanking, bouncing, and screaming, lots of screaming. Buffy’s last target finally, graciously, had his suffering ended when his balls tore from his body. As he started the drop, Buffy kicked straight out and her foot slammed into his chest. This sent his body flying. He struck a large metal support pole about twenty feet away. The pole caught him in the back right above his tailbone, long ways, along his waist. The force was so great that he was bent backwards in half, snapping his spine and his feet and head coming within an inch of touching. He fell to the floor still wrapped around the pole and neutered.

Max was still struggling with her man, to Buffy’s amusement. To dispatch him, she landed a powerful kick right to the center of his torso. This blow sent his body, but not his meat, sailing into a wall ten or so feet away. He landed with a thud, somehow awake and holding his groin and moaning. Max tossed his nutsack and its contents on the floor next to him.

“Want to take a break?” Buffy asked as she jumped down from the pool table.

“Not a chance. I haven’t even broken a sweat!” Max came back. “You like hanging, I’ll show you hanging. I need some rope and I mean now.”

One of the female bartenders shouted out, “There’s some in the back.”

“Fetch it, NOW!” Max ordered.

A minute later, Max had the rope she wanted and the bartender retook her position with the other women. Max tore several two feet sections of rope off and threw them onto one of the pool tables. Buffy was sitting on a bar stool watching and wondering what her foe was planning but intrigued. She had to admit, Max had a talent for strategy and she was enjoying the show.

Moving to the crowd of men, Max pulled five from the group and to the table. Grabbing the first she pushed his head onto the green felt, bending him over the edge. Taking a length of rope she bound his hands behind him. This was repeated this four more times with the other men she had selected. She then tore the rope into five sections of rope that she counted out to be about forty feet apiece. The first man had his balls harshly tied off by one of these lengths and the others quickly followed.

Taking the opposite ends of the ropes from the ends tied to the balls of the five men, she looked upward. There was a second level to the club where they served food and had tables. The upper level was only about 20 feet wide, extending out from the wall at a height of about 15 feet. This meant that it overlooked the main floor. It had two rows of tables for dinning. It also had a metal guardrail that looked well suited for Max’s plan. “Perfect,” she smiled at the men as they followed her gaze up to the second floor.

Max leaped up to the second floor and slung her legs over the railing. Turning around she faced the open floor and looked down on the men, admiring her work. Wrapping the five ropes around the top metal bar of the railing, she blew a kiss to the men below. Then, hand over hand, she began taking up the slack of the ropes. The men tried to move back but were dragged forward until they were standing directly under the railing on their tiptoes trying to raise their balls as high as they could.

As they waited for the final degradation, they looked each other, each man’s gaze passing from man to man next to him. Ironically, they all knew each other and had come to the club together. They had been standing together hoping to help each other if they could. They were all firemen. It was common for them to go out on their rare nights off for a few beers and to pick up some women. ‘Guess we weren’t going to score tonight,’ one of them thought as he felt the rope tighten and he held his breath in preparation for what came next.

Pausing a second, Max put her leg up on the top rail for leverage and gave a hard yank. This lifted the men by their balls, completely off the floor. They screamed in unison like some tortured singing group. As the ropes pulled them up, their weight shifted and their upper body fell backwards and their convulsing legs shot up towards the ceiling.

The men were left with their shoulder blades on the floor but still with a tremendous amount of pressure on their scrotums. Not satisfied, Max didn’t give them a moment to rest. Bracing herself she gave another hard pull, lifting the men completely off the ground. The rock hard, athletic bodies of the men began shaking and convulsing from the agony of having their entire bodies lifted by their nuts. Buffy was surprised at how quickly it started though. They hadn’t been hanging for more than 5 seconds and they were already quivering uncontrollably with the pain Max had inflicted on them.

Their scrotums had distended to comical lengths. Each nutsack was stretched out well over a foot. They almost looked like a second large penis growing from the men, each with a thin stretched shaft ending in a bright red tip of their own balls.

The five of them moved upwards another several feet as Max hoisted them again and once more for good measure. They finally ended up about ten feet off the ground and Max, now satisfied tied the ropes off the to railing to hold them in place. As she jumped down to the floor, Buffy had moved over to them. Jumping up, she grabbed one young man by the hair and hung there, adding her hundred pounds to his own weight, just to torture him some more. Max followed suit and the two girls spent several minutes moving from guy to guy hanging from them, laughing and listening to their screams and trying increase them. The extra weight of the girls added another 6 inches to all their scrotums.

“Ya’know I could use a drink,” Max told Buffy as they hung from the hair of the men, enjoying the sensations their convulsions created. It was like a ride at Disney World, a really perverted ride, but still fun.

“Yeah, me too,” Buffy told her. Max dropped down and moved behind the bar and began pouring liquor into glasses for them both. Buffy, on the other hand, went to the men in the group waiting their turn. Facing them for a second, she then suddenly turned and bent over at the waist, placing her hands on the floor in front of her.

The men all got a great view of her perfect round ass through the tight red leather of her pants. The top of her butt crack showed by several inches as well. It looked like she wanted to get fucked from behind.

From this position she swung her legs up and over her head in a front handspring. She found herself standing upright facing away from the group. Looking up, she saw two men sailing over her head and over the pool tables. Buffy had lifted each of her legs into the crotches of the two men behind her. This had lifted them into the air and she had flung them as hard as she could from that awkward position she found herself in. Even so, she had still managed to throw both two hundred pound men well over thirty feet. They landed on their backs on the other side of the tables. “Hrrrruuuffffff!” They had the wind knocked from them.

Buffy leapt into the air and, doing a front flip, landed with a foot between each man’s legs. Both sat up with grimaces on their faces and silent screams on their lips. Buffy looked down, “Bingo!” Each heel of her boots was on top of one of the men’s testicles, completely crushing both. Each man grabbed her by the ankle in and attempted to somehow salvage their manhood, but the little girl just laughed at their feeble attempts to get her off their balls.

Lifting her left leg and pointing it up to the ceiling, she swung it backwards in a reverse ‘C’ move. Her heel slammed into the remaining ball of the man on her left side, popping it, and sending the man it had been attached to flying. He slid over fifty feet and slammed into the far wall, his hands wrapped around the spot where his nuts used to be ad his skull cracked wide open.

Turning on her other foot, and grinding it into his ruptured ball, Buffy faced the other man. “Please, leave me one. I have a wife. We want to have children.” He wasn’t lying. Dean had been married for almost two years. He and his wife had been trying to get pregnant for the past three months but with no success. In fact, they had been abstaining from sex for the past few weeks, waiting for her to begin ovulating before they tried again. She had wanted to make love the night before but he said no, that they should wait. He deeply regretted that decision as it was looking like he might not get another chance.

“That might be a problem for you, but I’m sure she’s going to be fine.” And with that Buffy stomped down on his second nut, shattering it and tearing his scrotum. Wiping her shoes on him, “That looks like it hurts, does it?”

In his pain-induced haze, he actually answered her, “God, yes it hurts.” Buffy laughed and snapped her lead leg upward at the knee. Her foot caught him in the jaw. The tip of her boot penetrated the soft flesh under his chin. The tip of the boot continued until it struck the top of his mouth, collapsing his sinuses. It also threw his head back. It cracked into the pool table, splitting his skull. Buffy then went over to the bar to get her drink as he passed out.

The Carnage Resumes

After several drinks and a few minutes to rest up, the girls looked at each other with smirks on their faces. Jumping up, both were ready to resume their game. “Who’s next?” Buffy called out, announcing their intentions.

Max looked around the room and did quick count, the two of them had been at it for just over and hour but of the 120 guys in the club, she counted only 14 lying on the ground. “We need to pick up the pace. I ain’t got all night.”

Buffy agreed, “How many you want to do?” she asked.

“Dunno. Let’s just play it by ear,” Max replied and Buffy nodded in agreement again.

Buffy approached the men again. She smiled at their terrified faces as they all backed away from her, trying to keep their distance. It was amusing to watch these big strapping men, all at least twice if not three times her size, trying to get away from a tiny blonde chick walking toward them. She stepped up to one good-looking man, “Hey,” she said to him.

“Hey,” he responded, trying to smile convincingly, hoping to get in her good graces.

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” he asked quickly before she could do anything to him.

“That’s a very old line and I don’t think it’s going to work,” Buffy responded dryly.

“No really, you look familiar. Did you go to Sunnydale High?”

“Yeah,” Buffy replied.

“I know where I know you from, I taught English there. I taught you two years ago.”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember you now. Mr. …what’s your name? It starts with an R, doesn’t it?”

“Mr. Roberts,” he finished her thought and filling in his name.

“That’s right, Mr. Roberts.” Buffy hugged the man around the shoulders. Stepping back she beamed at him.

“How have you been?” he inquired.

“Good, good,” she returned. “Moved out on my own a year ago. Been hanging out and…HEY…I remember you now… you’re the teacher who failed me and made me go to summer school for two whole months!”

“N-n-noo, I don’t think I did that.”

“Oh yes you did, you sonofabitch.” Buffy kneed him in the balls.

“You ruined my whole senior year,” she kneed him again, holding him up by the arms as she did so he didn’t fall from the first.

“Fucked me over royally,” her knee slammed his nuts horribly again.

“I worked really hard on that final term paper too.” Three more knees tore into him.

“I can’t believe you failed me.” She wasn’t even stopping between sentences anymore, just driving her kneecap into his groin over and over.

“You said my work looked like it was written by a baboon.” Half a dozen more knees devastated his crotch.”

“And you said that in front of the entire class, totally humiliating me!” Her final knee was so powerful from the rage brought on by the memory of her classmates laughing at her that the pressure it created caused the tip of his penis to burst explosively. His balls had been smashed on the third blow. The bones of his groin shattered around the fifth one. His spleen ruptured about the time her knee hit him for the eighth time.

Finally Buffy stepped back, glaring at him with hate filled eyes. He was barely standing, swaying side to side in a daze of pain and shock. Buffy grabbed him by the arm and slung him upward toward a large mirror located about twenty feet above the floor. He passed through it and into the office located on the other side, bouncing off the manager’s desk and landing in a heap.

As Buffy watched his body fly through the plate glass, she smiled, ‘he deserved that,” she thought to herself. A second man who was standing next to her, felt a slight tickling between his legs. It was like a feather had been brushed past his thighs. He had not taken his eyes off the girl and he didn’t see her move, but suddenly he saw that she was holding something in her small hand. Looking down he realized that what she held had been located hanging between his legs only seconds before. She had moved so fast he couldn’t even see her use her nails to slice through his scrotum and rip his balls free from their home.

It didn’t even hurt for the first five seconds or so, and then the agony seeped from the hole in his groin and filled every part of his body and mind. He began squealing and dropped to his knees. This placed him and Buffy just about at the same eye level. When he looked at her, he realized she was twirling his nuts by their cords around her finger, back and forth. She had a sickening smile on her face at what she had done.

“W-why-y-y? How c-c-could you do that to me? I-I-I n-never did anything to y-y-you?” Buffy just dropped his balls to the floor, ground them to mush under her heel and turned to another man as her reply, leaving him holding his crotch and shrieking from the pain.

Max had taken a smaller but athletic young man who couldn’t have been more than eighteen out to the open area of the club and told him to stand there. His name was Lee. He was a senior in high school who had just gotten a fake ID and decided to try it out for the first time tonight, something he was currently vowing to never do again.

She grabbed his cock, but gently and began stroking it. Within seconds the sight of the stunning girl working his cock had caused him the get totally hard, even though he was frightened. Max looked down, impressed with his size. She pulled a short length of rope out of her back pocket, wrapped it around the base of his cock and scrotum. Pulling on both ends, she constricted the rope around his genitals. When she pumped his organ to get him hard, he didn’t know what to expect but this wasn’t it. The rope bit into his meat as she pulled it tighter than any normal human could. The rope tightened to half the size of his shaft under normal conditions. “Unnnggggg,” he grunted as she tied him off and left him standing there alone to wait for what she had planned next.

Striding over to the wall, she pulled all the darts from the several dartboards located there. Walking back, she took up a position about thirty feet from the trembling young man.

Flicking her wrist, a dart flew in a straight line towards the man’s genitals. It was a perfect throw, augmented by her superhuman reflexes and eyesight. The dart’s inch long needle like tip pierced his left testicle dead center. The man’s face contorted and his eyes went wide, tears started flowing almost immediately as he took in the sensation of having a metal shard slammed through his most tender area.

Reaching down, his first reaction was to grab the affected area. His hand brushed the shaft of the dart, causing him even more intense pain. “Move your hands, bitch!” the girl ordered. He slowly complied, moving his hands a few inches away from his manhood. A second dart flew, this time from an underhanded motion. The dart tip penetrated the right ball hanging next to the first target of her attack.

Max’s eyes worked like a telescopic lens, like used with a rifle. It allowed her to see her target as if it were a few inches away from her face. This meant that see could place her shots with absolute accuracy, hitting the exact spot she wanted.

The man was making clucking and whimpering noises, his legs quivering with the pain. Max’s hands flew out in several arcing motions and four more darts flew. A second later, each of Lee’s testicles was weighted down by three darts each, each had its tip stuck right thru the man’s balls. Max could even see the tiny tips of the darts sticking about an eighth of an inch out the back of his scrotum. She had completely skewered his orbs.

The pain was unbearable, his nuts felt like they had exploded. Actually, they felt like someone had stuck metal needles through them. He couldn’t make a sound, but his face told Max all she wanted to know. She looked at him with her cat like eyes, taking in every muscle twitch and expression of agony.

The pain was made even worse by the fact that these were high quality darts, designed for tournaments. This meant they were quite heavy. Each had to weigh several ounces. This weight added to the agony as they hung from his balls. The uncontrollable quivering in his muscles was shaking the darts back and forth as well. Every time the dart shafts would slap into his thigh the pain would surge through him. Her victim fell to his knees, his face grimacing even further as the darts yanked down on his balls when he slumped to the floor. He was on his knees, his torso leaning backwards and his arms just dangling from his shoulders.

Max had run out of darts and looked around, wanting to inflict more pain. Seeing another set of dartboards in the back, she took the darts and returned for round two. This time she stood about the same distance away from him but instead of facing the man, she choose to stand at his side. His cock was still erect and large, the blood held in it by the rope she used on it. Max smiled as it made the perfect target.

Dropping to one knee, she let her hands fly. Three more darts struck his manhood with unerring accuracy. This time though the shaft of his penis, not his balls, were her target. The three darts pierced the thick meat easily and lodged there. The darts were in a perfect line up the shaft, spaced about two inches apart. A new scream was heard as the new sensation hit the man’s brain. He didn’t even bother to look down, afraid at what he might see.

From this kneeling position, Max leapt up into the air, sailed over the man’s head and landed on the opposite side of him, again about thirty feet from him. Spinning, she threw three more darts. These repeated the process but on the opposite and untouched side of his cock. He now had 6 darts stuck through his penis, three on each side. They alternated, the shafts and feather of one dart, next to the head of the tip stuck through from the other side. “Aiiiieeeeee!!!” more screams came forth, but Max ignored them; she was having too much fun and seemed to show no compassion for her victim.

Suddenly she was a flurry of action and motion. The girl leapt over his head again, landing and then repeating the jump an instant later. In all, she leapt five times; landing in various locations around the man, front, behind, to the sides, and at angles. Each time her feet touched the ground her hand would flick faster than a person could even follow. It was obvious she was showing off. The acrobatics, flips and leaps were unnecessary, but added to the visual display of her incredible physical prowess.

The darts she threw traveled upwards in an arc instead of directly at him. They fell onto his cock from the top, each piercing his flesh from a new angle. When it was all done, only a few seconds later, Max had lined up five more darts in his cock. The first had hit him about half an inch from the bottom of the shaft, near his torso. The second landed about an inch up from the first, and so on. The fifth landed about two inches behind the engorged head of his organ.

Max was now standing back in front of him, facing the man she had been tormenting. She whistled sharply to get his attention. His head came forward and his eyes met hers. Max held up one more dart, her last one. Making sure he saw it, she spun and let it fly. The young man could only watch in horror as the dart struck the tip of his cock, dead center, the tip of the dart slid into the small hole located in the tip of his cock.

The dart was thrown with such force it was lodged completely in his organ; only a quarter inch of the dart could be seen sticking out of the tip of his penis. Even the ridges of the plastic feathers could be seen fanning out his skin from the inside. Max approached him, taking in the sight. His genitals looked like a pincushion. Six darts hung from his balls, six more stuck into the sides of his cock. Five in it from the top and the last burrowed into the tip and down the shaft. His face was twisted into silent screams but he was only able to make muted noises. His eyes were wide though, staring directly at Max. The neurons of his brain were on fire with the pain she had caused him.

She smiled at what she had done to him. Reaching down, she took one of the darts lodged in one of his nuts and shook it back and forth. Suddenly the young man found his voice and screamed loudly, actually startling her. She repeated the process with a different dart, this time in his shaft. “Please, no more,” he whimpered. She was careful not to pull them free, she just wanted to cause him as much pain as she could before she was finished with him. After several minutes of taking each dart in her fingers and working it, she walked away, leaving him there to continue his suffering.

While this spectacle was unfolding with Max, Lee, and the darts, Buffy had decided not to wait for her to finish before she continued her assault on the men in her presence. Moving towards a pool table she took the pool balls out of the small cubbyhole located on the side and placed all sixteen and the cue ball on the table. She then got the pool balls from the other three tables and placed them all on the same pool table. She then followed suit, jumping up to stand on the table herself.

Turning to face the mass of over a hundred naked and shuddering men, she looked them all over as they wondered what she was going to do. Taking one of the pool balls in her hand, she felt the weight of it. Smiling she looked up at the men and her sweet smile turned sickly.

Suddenly she let the pool ball fly towards a black haired large man standing in the front of the group. It struck him right between his legs, smashing into his nuts. It didn’t pop or crush them; that wasn’t her intention, but it did hurt incredibly; which was her intention. The target collapsed to his knees, holding his nuts and crying out.

A second pool ball flew, the number 10 ball, and struck a bartender who worked at the club to pay his way through college, named Mario, cleanly in his sack, repeating the reaction of the first man, he fell, screaming out in pain. Ironically, he normally didn’t work the weekends but was filling in for another man and regretting it deeply. Another pool ball, and another, and another, then five more, then ten. The pool balls flew in a constant stream, each hitting her chosen target dead between his legs. The number 2 ball slammed Roger, a college student, the number 15 ball hit Bob, a construction worker, and a cue ball smashed its way into the nuts of Billy, whose girlfriend was standing with the women watching in disbelief. Each man reacted similarly, falling to his knees, clutching his crotch and trying to find a way through the pain.

After a minute of throwing them, Buffy changed her tactic. She tossed a pool ball into the air and did a front flip. As her feet flew over her head, it connected with the ball and sent it flying towards the men. She had aimed it at one man and her aim was true, hitting him in his orbs with the hard solid pool ball. He cried out and grabbed his nuts, not believing her move. Buffy tossed another up into the air, this time spinning on her right leg, she kicked out with her left and sent the pool ball sailing on its way to find its target. Two more were tossed and both were kicked at the same time into the nuts of waiting men.

Over and over she repeated the process, punishing dozens of the men, slamming their balls. She even looked for the opportunity to hit some men for a second time. One man, on his knees, looked up and made the mistake of revealing his nuts. Buffy quickly took advantage of the opening and sent two more pool balls flying toward his newly exposed manhood. Both plaster balls struck home and quickly sent him back to the floor and renewed his screams.

After several minutes, the assault only ended when Buffy ran out of pool balls. Looking out over the crowd of males, she breathed deeply and felt satisfied. Pool balls littered the floor of the club. Of the hundred or so men in the group at least half were on their knees, most had tears streaming down their faces and were holding their aching crotches. None had been ruptured, but the pain they all felt was intense.

Buffy decided she wasn’t through with them though. Jumping down, she scooped up a pool ball. Choosing a victim, she kicked him onto his back. Pinning one leg to the floor with her foot, she took his other leg in the left hand and spread him wide, exposing his groin. Hoisting the pool ball over her head, she threw it full force into his nut sack. The pool ball lodged itself into his the open area housing his testicles. His groin swallowed the pool ball as it replaced his scrotum and pushed his manhood deep into him.

Things Go From Bad to Worse (For the Men)

About the time Buffy was wrapping up her juggling act, Max was wrapping up her dart show as well. She walked over to the petite blonde and admired her work, “Good job!” Max told her, an impressed look on her face as she saw all the men holding their nutsacks.

Buffy looked back and saw the man kneeling with the numerous darts penetrating his genitals in every fashion, “Wow, that looks like it hurts,” she repaid the compliment.

“Wouldn’t know, I don’t have any balls or a dick,” Max replied and both girls laughed.

“Got an idea,” Max said as she moved towards the group of men. Taking several from the mass of men, she led them towards the bar. Turning one around, she pushed him down onto a barstool, “Stay!” she then ordered. A second man was placed on the next stool, and a third. More men were brought out and each was placed on a bar stool, twelve in all were sat down in front of the large mahogany bar on the plush barstools lining it.

Max walked down the line kicking their legs out wide to the sides of the barstools. They were each sitting with their nutsacks resting on the stools, totally exposed. Taking a pool cue that was leaning against the bar, she approached one on the men. Smiling sweetly at him, the raven haired beauty lifted the pool cue and drove the small tip into and through his scrotum. “Aaaaahhhhhggggggg!!!!” he screamed in terrible pain. The tip of the pool cue had hit one of his nuts cleanly and smashed it before traveling through and into the barstool underneath.

She had buried the thin end of the pool cue a good three feet into the stool, allowing the heavy and thick end to extend up and out the top. Buffy cried out in delight at the move. She grabbed two pool cues, tossed one to Max and moved up to the men on the stools.

Almost in exact unison, both girls drove the sticks into and through the genitals of two more men. Each had a testicle destroyed and were in turn pinned to the stools beneath them.

“OHHHH Goooodddddddd!!!” one screamed.

“Jesus Christ, Noooooooo!!!!!!” said the other in a high pitched voice.

Max, followed quickly by a fifth shattered nut courtesy of Buffy, impaled a fourth man. Six and seven were condemned to the fate as well. Buffy drove two pool cues into the nuts of two different men at the same time, each with a separate hand. Max destroyed two more; bringing the total to eleven tortured and trapped men.

The last man sitting on the stool, in the middle of the row, watched as the two sadistic girls approached him, each holding a pool cue in her small hand. His name was Sean, he was about thirty-eight and he had always enjoyed porn and especially pictures and videos of women kicking men in the nuts. He had always fantasized about something like what had been happening right in front of him. But the realty was far worse than he imagined. It wasn’t fun, it looked painful, and he was terrified.

“P-please, don’t,” he pleaded. But he could only watch as each girl raised the long shaft of wood and brought it down into his genitals. Each cue struck one of his balls, ripped through it and then lodged into the stool. He collapsed forward in heap, held up only by the cues.

Both girls stepped back to admire their work. Each man was sitting on the stool, pinned there by the wooden shaft imbedded in his scrotum. Except for the last man, who had two. Each had one pool cue driven into him, one nut gone and one left. Suddenly Buffy started laughing uncontrollably. Max realized what she though was so funny.

The men were sitting with the thick end of the pool cues sticking out of their genitals almost straight up by several feet. Each looked like a huge phallus extending from their crotches. The image was made better by the fact that each man was holding onto the pool cue with both hands and most were trying to pull the shafts from them in an effort to free themselves. None of them were strong enough to remove the pool cues, so their hands just slid up and down the shafts.

Buffy caught her breath briefly, “It looks like they’re jacking themselves off!” and then broke down, laughing hysterically. Max also started laughing loudly at the sight as it was extremely funny. Buffy was actually on the floor, unable to catch her breath or stand. Both girls continued their fits for several minutes.

After they composed themselves, Max turned and asked Buffy, “What’d ya think? Should we let ‘em keep one?” She handed Buffy a pool cue and got one herself from the wall. Buffy walked up to one of the men, who had already lost half his manhood to the girls. She then drove the pool cue through his remaining nut, destroying it. “Guess not,” Max answered her own question and followed suit with another man, another nut, and another pool cue. Soon after, all twelve men had lost both their balls.

Several of the men standing in the group watching this atrocious spectacle had the same sickening thought. Things had just gotten worse for them. The two girls who had been rivals were now working together. There was nothing to stop them and they seemed to be encouraging and playing off each other. This couldn’t be good for any person in the club, at least the ones who had nuts hanging from their torso.

“Good plan,” Buffy complimented Max on her pool cue idea, “I got one now. We got any more of that rope?” Buffy motioned to the five men still hanging from their balls from the railing, two of whom were still conscious.

“Sure do…here,” Max got the rope from behind the bar and handed it to Buffy. At the same time Buffy took one man from the group of waiting victims and brought him over to where she and Max were talking about their plans. Buffy explained her idea in cold terms to Max, using his body to show how it would work and what exactly it would do to him. She seemed not to care about the man standing right next to her, listening in horror as she described her plan to emasculate him and possibly several others. Throughout the plan, the two girls kept looking upward to the ceiling of the club, nearly 75 feet overhead.

“Cool, not sure if it will work, but I’m willing to give it a try,” Max told her after hearing her idea.

“Great,” Buffy exclaimed and turned to the 23 year old man with the shaved head who was a member of the college swim team. Pushing him hard in the chest, he was laid out on his back. Before he knew it each girl had taken a length of rope and was tying it around each of his ankles. Max then moved up to his head, grabbed his arms and tied them together by his wrists with a third piece.

While she did this, Buffy threw each rope tied to his ankles over one of the several pipes that ran along the ceiling overhead. The club was an old warehouse and so had an extremely high ceiling. The second floor did not completely cover the first, so while standing on the bottom level the girls could look up and see the ceiling and the pipes and vents that ran along it. The loose end of the ropes then fell back down to the floor and Buffy took both of them in her hand.

Once Max had bound his hands, Buffy pulled the ropes tied to his ankles and began lifting him off the ground by his legs. The man was panicking and begging for them to stop. He knew what they were planning and was pleading for them to show mercy. The two focused girls completely ignored him and continued their plan.

Buffy continued pulling him up until his head was about three feet from the ground. Once at that level, she held him in place while Max attached the final length of rope to him. Max wrapped the rope tightly around his scrotum. She then threw the rope up and over the same pipe above their head and, allowing some slack in the rope, tied it off to one of the legs of a pool table.

While Buffy still held the ropes holding him off the floor by his ankles, Max moved onto the last rope, the one binding his hands. Slinging it up and over a pipe located at the opposite end of the ceiling, she signaled to Buffy that they were ready. Buffy began hoisting the man upwards high into the air. About halfway up, Max started pulling the rope she held as well.

When they finished, each girl tied off the ropes and left him hanging there. The idea was fairly simple; each rope tied to his legs was hooked to one end of the pipe. The rope holding his hands was attached to the other end. Each was pulled taunt, suspending the man parallel to the ceiling by his ankles and wrists. The fourth part of rope was tied to his balls and hooked to the same end of the pipe as the ropes from his legs. This piece though had enough slack to almost reach the floor. It was easy to see what would happen if the three ropes currently holding his body up were cut but the one attached to his nuts were left in place.

Both Buffy and Max took up positions next to one of the ropes. Each had a knife in her hand. “On three,” Buffy told her companion and began counting. When she reached three, each girl severed the rope next to her. Buffy then turned and threw her knife, cutting the rope holding his arms as well. This left the man with no support and he found himself falling from over seventy feet above the floor.

“Noooooooooooo!!!!!!” he screamed out as he plummeted, closing his eyes as the floor rushed up at him.

The falling man was named Todd. He was currently cheating on his girlfriend. He had met his mistress here tonight. They had been preparing to go to the motel when the fight started. His girlfriend, Lori, was standing in the crowd of women on the other side of the bar, watching her lover sweep towards the ground about to be emasculated.

About the point where his head was twenty or so feet from the floor, the rope attached to his nuts and the pipe above, was pulled taunt. The man’s body began to swing instead of fall directly downward, its path altered by the line between his genitals and its anchor.

As the rope went tight and his weight hit, he screamed loudly as the pain of his own body weight tearing at his balls flooded over him. His balls held and he swung at the last moment to avoid crashing into the floor. As he swung parallel to the ground, screaming all the way, it became apparent that the girls had not planned out his flight path. The man swung straight at one of the pool tables, his jaw catching the edge of the table, shattering the bones and teeth contained in it. The blow did not stop the sadistic ride though and the man continued swinging through and started back up towards the ceiling.

Suddenly, the man’s nuts gave way, ripping free. He was now completely at the mercy of physics and was flung over fifty feet to the opposite end of the club. He smashed head first into a pinball machine and went limb there, his manhood torn from his body and his body broken as well. Lori buried her face in her hands sobbing at the sight. Several other girls tried to console her.

“YYYYYEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!” Buffy yelled with glee, loving the sight of the carnage her idea had wrought.

“Awesome Buffy!” Max chimed in, “Let’s do some more of em!”

A few minutes later another five men were hanging from the ceiling in exactly the same way, even begging for mercy the same way the first man did, and those pleas were ignored just as the first man’s had been. Max and Buffy started cutting the ropes and letting the men drop. They had taken up some of the slack, so at least they wouldn’t crash into the pool tables like the first man did.

Each fell in turn and each had the rope hooked to his balls pulled taunt by his weight as he did. One man, particularly large with a beer gut, apparently weighed more than his sack could bear. As he reached the point where the rope would have taken over, his nuts were yanked free from him and he fell straight to the floor, crashing face first into the tile, nutless. Another man swung well past this point before his balls were torn off. He was thrown threw a door that led to the bathroom and landed in a heap in one of the stalls, head first into the toilet.

Two of the men smashed into the lights hanging over the pool table. One light cut through the rope holding him before he could have his nuts pulled from him. He landed in a heap on top of the table. The other man continued his trip until his nutsack had taken all it could bear and he was thrown to the floor. He looked up and saw his balls still held by the rope over him and wept.

The last man was smaller than the others, weighting no more that 140 pounds. His ballsack was able to withstand the pressure and he swung all the way until he was parallel to the floor, still attached by his balls and the rope to the pipe above. He then swung back down, screaming all the way. Back and forth he swayed until he finally settled; hanging there by his nuts a few feet off the floor, suffering in agony.

Max ignored him as she walked over to the man laying on the pool table. His nutsack was intact but stretched a good six inches out. So tender were his balls that he couldn’t even stand to touch them. Max had no such problems though. Grabbing his balls in her hand, she squeezed until they popped, “Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” She then flung him by the sack across the room, watching him skid into the wall.

Buffy exclaimed, “I want to see that some more.” She was totally turned on by the spectacle of these muscular men being thrown, helpless and ball-less, around the room. She almost had an orgasm when that guy flew into the toilet. The best part was that their sacks and balls were still held in the slipknots of the ropes.

“Fine, you do that, but I got my own ideas,” Max told her and the two continued their games.

While Buffy hung and swung another three men by their nuts, Max grabbed three guys and herded them up the stairs to the second floor. Taking more of the rope with her, she tied off their balls and tied the other end to the railing lining the second floor. Max grabbed one man, named Timothy who was at the club for his bachelor party as he was getting married in a few days, lifted and threw him off the balcony.

He sailed out from the edge of the second floor, then fell and was caught by the rope attached to his balls. He swung back down and under the second floor, slamming into the wall. His balls did hold and he became the sixth man to be hung from the railing, along with the five already there.

As Max prepared to throw another man off, Buffy yelled out excitedly as one of the guys she was watching was thrown through a large fish tank and had his balls sliced off by the shards of glass. Max in turn threw the second man off the edge. This man she threw harder though and his balls were torn free and he landed with a thud.

The last of the three men Max had selected was tossed as Buffy cut the final rope to let her last target fall as well. The two of them collided in mid-air. The force of the blow sent both spinning and flailing in random directions. Max’s man had his balls ripped free while Buffy’s settled and was hung, convulsing uncontrollably.

The Beginning of the End (For the Men)

The pace of the ballbusting was increasing. Max and Buffy were emasculating men several at a time, not showing any mercy or even stopping to enjoy their work. They would simply remove a man’s testicles and then move on the to the next. Both women were getting completely caught up in what they were doing. Both were trained fighters and commonly experienced tunnel vision during battle. They focused solely on their target. Unfortunately, their targets were being held between these men’s legs but the effect was the same. It was becoming increasingly harder for the two girls to stop or even slow down the carnage, they only wanted more.

The men, for their part, had finally realized that none of them were going to be left intact. They had to this point complied with the girls, each on the assumption that most of the men would be let go, like cooperating with bank robbers or hostage takers. They didn’t want to draw attention to themselves or put up a fight. That way, they thought that they might be one of the lucky ones who walked out as a man. They were beginning to see that this wasn’t going to work. The girl’s tastes for their manhood was increasing and getting more sadistic. The men started panicking.

Max jumped down off the second floor, landing right in the middle of the men. She grabbed one and dragged him over to one of several large poles located throughout the club. These poles were supports for the second floor and some of them even extending up to the ceiling of the building. These poles were about 8 inches in diameter and made of steel, painted black.

Max took him by one of his wrists and by the ankle on the same side. Spinning, she lifted him from his feet and spun around several times building up momentum. The speed that she generated made it impossible for the man to control his free limbs. They were pulled outward and away from his body by the centrifugal force she generated. After three full rotations, Max took a step towards the pole, bringing it into the range of her spinning arc.

The man’s groin slammed into the metal pole with tremendous force. Max had spun him with as much force as her chemically enhanced muscles could generate. The pole drove into him, smashing into his torso, shattering his pelvis and the bones of his upper legs. Dropping him, Max felt down between his legs and felt that both his balls were still intact. Even so, he was in tremendous pain as he had suffered a terrible blow to his lower body. Max, not caring, lifted him again, spun him and sent him crashing into the pole again.

“Ohhhhh GOD, Please not again!!!” he screamed out.

This man’s name was Stephen. He was in town just for business and had decided to hang around for a day or two and head back to New York on Sunday. He wished he had taken up the travel agent when she offered to get him a flight earlier that day.

Max didn’t even bother to check his nuts; she just lifted him again and slammed him a third time. This was by far the hardest. She spun him in half a dozen full circles before letting him collide with the pole. The blow ruptured several organs found in his lower body, blood spewed from his mouth and nose, and a shard of his pelvic bone could be seen protruding from crotch, through his scrotum. His balls were completely destroyed, but this was the least of his worries.

Max tossed the broken man to the side and moved to join Buffy with the other men. Both girls grabbed one. He was tall, tan and beautiful, with thick curly blonde hair. He liked surfing and his girlfriend was an Asian girl named Ellen who he loved very much. Buffy and Max didn’t care. To them he was the thing that was carrying the things they wanted to destroy. Beyond that they couldn’t care less about him, as long as they got to destroy his manhood, although they did want it to hurt as much as possible.

Each girl took the tall blonde by one ankle and one wrist. Lifting him between them they held him aloft by his limbs, legs spread wide and his groin pointed at the pole. Buffy and Max exchanged wry smiles, before they started rocking him back and forth, smashing his groin in to the pole over and over. He screamed in time with the blows. They would rock him back and away from the pole, only to then let him swing back into it. They weren’t just letting him swing into it though. They were adding their own powerful muscles behind it as well of course.

Over and over they repeated the process, ten times, then twenty, fifty, A HUNDRED times he was slammed into the pole. His groin had been demolished. His balls and scrotum had ruptured long before they reached a hundred. “Enough?” Max asked Buffy about the time they slammed him for the hundred and eighth time. Looking down at him, he was completely out of it, his head hung backwards, his entire body was limp and he was making gurgling noises as the blood and saliva filled his mouth.

“Yeah, I think so.” Buffy concurred.

Max let go of the man’s limp form, but Buffy didn’t. Instead she grabbed him with her left hand by the hair and lifted face to her eye level. He was unable to even support his own weight. “HEY!” she screamed at his face, trying to revive him. “Wake up,” she said slapping him several times. He began to come around, “Hey there baby”; Buffy cooed into his face, “You back? Good.” He was able to understand what the tiny blonde was telling him but just barely due to the massive pain of his lower body.

“I just wanted to tell you that we smashed your balls. Just wanted you to know that before I did this to you…” with that she punched her fist full force square in the face. She pulled her hand back revealing his broken nose and cheekbone. His face had a large indention in it nearly an inch deep in the shape of her hand. It was obvious that the human body was not designed to withstand a blow of that magnitude. His eyes had rolled back. He tried to lift his arms, but they would not respond to his brains commands. His limbs just jerked back and forth. Through his haze he felt several more powerful blows landing on his face. His subconscious counted seventeen. They felt like someone was hitting him with a baseball bat.

From outside the man’s battered body, the crowd watched as the blonde girl brutally beat the once good-looking man to the point of killing him. After the final time her first landed, his right eye burst from its socket and sailed several feet. When she finally dropped him, he slumped to the floor and was not even recognizable, his face so broken and smashed.

Buffy strode over to the men standing in the group. Even Max got out of her way. She had a look on her face that said ‘Don’t mess with me!’ Moving behind the bar, she grabbed several small forks that she had seen behind the bar earlier. Stuffing them into her pockets, she led a man to one of the pool tables and pushed him up against the edge. Grabbing his balls she pulled them over the edge of the pool table. Pulling out one of the forks, she drove the tips through the base of his scrotum and lodged it into the wood of the table. She then bent the heavy metal handle of the utensil at a 90-degree angle, locking his nut sack in place. The fork didn’t penetrate his balls, just the skin of his scrotum.

As she walked back to get another man, the first man grabbed the fork and tried to pry it out of his meat and the table. Buffy had driven it more than an inch into the dense wood and no normal person could have removed it. It didn’t even hurt that much, just punched through his skin but he had a feeling that this was only the beginning. He looked up to see a young black man pinned in the same fashion next to him.

One by one, eight more men were lined up around the pool table each pinned to the table by the skin around their balls. Two men were on each of the shorter sides of the pool table while she placed three on each of the longer sides.

Buffy looked around, seeing the pool cues jutting out of the bar stools that the girls had used earlier on several guys, she thought ‘that’ll do perfect.’ Grabbing one, she yanked it free. The man whose balls had been destroyed by it was suddenly awakened and screamed as he was caused even more pain.

Buffy approached the table where the men were being held. Choosing one at random, she approached him and smashed the thick end of the pool cue across his nuts, which were totally exposed, resting on the raised edge of the pool table. He screamed in agony as Buffy beat his balls several more times. When she stopped, she could see that both his balls and nutsack had been totally ruptured. The man was fighting to stand up; he knew if his legs collapsed the fork would tear his scrotum off as his weight fell.

Buffy raised the pool cue and brought it down across a second man’s balls. The cue hit towards the back of the scrotum. The pressure forced the man’s testicles forward. The skin of his sack split and his balls shot out and across the table, hitting another man in the chest. He looked down in shock at the sight of the other man’s tactile laying on the table next to his own.

Before he could react to the sight, Buffy had smashed his balls as well. The fourth, fifth, a sixth man felt what it was like to have a pool cue slammed across your nuts full force. All six of the men were screaming, begging for mercy. The other four were crying and pleading for her to stop, to let them keep their manhood.

One man tried to shield his nuts with his hands as she turned on him. She struck his hands, shattering all the bones found within. He reflexively pulled his hands back and before he could re-shield his balls, Buffy crushed them.

Lifting the cue she slammed it into another man, she missed one of his testicles, only rupturing the left one. But it was enough as the man whimpered and passed out from the pain. He fell back but the fork imbedded in the table did not give at all and as he fell backwards the man’s other whole nut was ripped free from his body.

Buffy quickly ended the last two men’s hopes of ever having children as well.

The End Begins (For the Men)

Buffy left the men around the table holding their destroyed nuts and sobbing in terrible agony, except, of course, the one who passed out and emasculated himself. Buffy joined Max at the bar and downed the shot the dark haired girl poured for her as she watched the show at the pool table.

“So, what’cha thinkin’ bout?” Max asked her, “Had enough?” Buffy looked around the room. They had devastated at least fifty of the men. The ones hanging from their sacks from the railing and the pipes, the ones pinned to the bar stools, the ones Buffy had just played with at the pool table, not to mention all the ones lying around the club, holding their groins and moaning in pain.

“I’m thinking…” Buffy took a swig of Jack Daniels right from the bottle and looking at the group of seventy or so remaining naked men, “is that we finish em all off.”

Max’s face lit up, “You read my mind girl. Let’s do it. Let’s do em all!”

“But first, since I think this is going to get messy,” Max peeled off her top, letting her perfect C-cup breasts dangle.

“Good idea, I’ve already got blood splattered on my blouse.” Buffy concurred and unbuttoned her lace top and removed it. Buffy then removed her bra and let it fall to the floor, showing her smaller but incredibly firm breasts.

Each then unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and slinked out of them, wiggling their asses side to side. Next, their panties were slid off as well. Each decided to remove her boots but Max kept her gloves on.

Each girl paused and admired the other’s form, taking in the other perfectly formed breasts, round tight butts, solid but lean thighs, well-muscled arms and shoulders. Each had tiny six-pack stomachs, showing the definition of their muscles. “Damn girl,” Max said, as she looked the blonde tiny body up and down. “Not that I swing that way, but if I did, I would be all over your tight little ass.”

Buffy struck a sexy pose, blew her a kiss, “Why thank you, I do work out.” Even the men watching them had to admit that these were two of the hottest girls they had ever seen. They were flawless. Even several men who had no balls thought, ‘they are so hot!” but even the sight of these two beauties couldn’t get a rise out of their battered manhood.

Max’s skin was darker than Buffy’s but even the blonde girl was deeply tanned and had no bikini lines. Buffy pulled her hair out of the ponytail it was in and shook it out, letting her hair flow freely around her shoulders. It was long and luxurious. Max stretched her body taunt, reaching for the ceiling, enjoying the sensation of her well-used muscles stretching out.

Both girls were incredibly turned on by the previous few hours and both their cunts were dripping and wet. Buffy’s thin yellowish pubic hair and Max’s thicker darker hair were both soaked with their juices.

The girls turned to face the men, who all were suddenly shocked back into reality from the fantasy they had been watching of the two girls stripping. The looks on the girl’s faces were deadly serious and suddenly the men realized they predicament they were in and a feeling of panic ran through the group.

The men began to scatter out from the huddled group they had been in, trying to find any cover in the club they could. The girls just laughed and watched them run trying to get out. Several ran to the front door and tried to push the cigarette machine out of the way, but it wouldn’t budge an inch. Max snorted in disgust that five of then couldn’t even move the same machine she had hoisted into place several hours earlier.

They gave the men a few minutes to show the futility of their actions. Then the two looked at each other, gave each other knowing glances as if to say ’Ready? Ready!’ and advanced on the men and tore into them.

Max leapt into the middle of a group of men. Taking two men’s ballsacks in her hands, she quickly removed them. Two more men then felt her hands around their manhood, followed by intense pressure as she burst their testicles. The rest of the group scattered but one man was caught as he turned to run away. Max reached her hand up from beneath and behind, grasping his balls. Yanking but not hard enough to castrate him, she pulled him to the floor and forced his body to lie flat on his stomach. Reaching down she grabbed him by the ankles. Lifting his legs upward, she held them wide, totally exposing his genitals. Raising her foot, she slammed it down repeatedly, rupturing his sack and spilling its contents.

Buffy had headed for the second level as she had seen several men head up that way trying to find an exit. As she moved up the stairs, she trapped half a dozen men up there with her. The lead man in front of her was a huge black man. He had to be at least 6’6” tall and well over three hundred pounds. He rushed forward and threw a punch at the tiny blondes face. Buffy just stood there. The massive fist connected solidly but her head barely even moved, only turning and inch or so from the force. Buffy looked up at him and smiled, “That the best you got?” The man was stunned but figured he had nothing to lose. He punched her in the abdomen, but it was like hitting a wall and did more damage to his hand than to her.

“I’m gonna give you one more chance, better make the best of it.” The large man pulled back and punched towards her face with all his might. At the last possible second Buffy slammed her own fist into his. The man’s hand was shattered. He screamed as he felt the girl grab him by the shoulders. She then drove her knee up and into his groin, but it didn’t stop there. Her knee continued upwards almost up to his sternum. Buffy then dismissively threw the man over the railing to the floor below as she moved onto the next guy behind.

Grabbing him by the balls and by the throat, she pulled in opposite directions, ripping his nuts free. Dropping him, she repeated the brutal process of castration until only one man remained intact standing in front of her, the other four men lying behind holding the spot their removed genitals used to be.

Facing the last man, Buffy closed and punched him in the face, breaking his jaw. She followed with several punches to his ribcage, shattering most of them and collapsing a lung. Grabbing him by the arms, she spun him around so he had his back to the stairs she had come up. Slamming her foot into his balls, they popped and he was sent flying backwards, screaming in pain all the way. He landed at the edge of the stairs and tumbled down them end over end.

Buffy jumped over the railing landing on the main floor, she looked around. Max was on top a guy. She had him on his back with his legs bent at the hips at his sides. She had her knees on his thighs, pinning them to the floor on either side of his body. She was over him, facing away from his head and towards his crotch. She had his balls in her right hand and was using her left fist to pummel them over and over. Her hand was moving faster than the human eye could see, pounding his nuts into mush.

“Shut the fuck up!” she screamed at him as his whimpering began to get on her nerves.

Max grabbed another man within arms reach, lifting him over her head; she body slammed him to the floor. Planting her foot between his legs, she pinned his balls to the tile beneath. Grabbing him by the arms she pulled him upward and off the floor. Unfortunately for him, she didn’t lift her foot, which kept his balls firmly held underneath it, tearing them off. Tossing him aside she looked under her toes at his manhood. Flicking it with her toe, they rolled across the floor.

Across the club, Buffy was in the process of lifting men by their throat against the wall and holding them there, before she punched into their testicles, imbedding their manhood in the plaster of the wall behind. In all, at least twenty men suffered the fate of having their nuts smashed into the drywall of the building becoming permanent fixtures of the club

Max had Ryan, the lead singer in the house band, by the balls. She actually grabbed him above the nuts, by the skin of his scrotum, forcing his balls downward. She was currently in the process of rapping his orbs on the hard wood of the bar. She lifted his balls as far as she could without ripping them off and slammed them down again on the top. Ryan squealed, but before he could even catch his breath, she had done it again. Again, again, and again. Over, over, and over. She didn’t stop, delighting in his torment as she brought his balls in contact with the surface of the bar as harshly as she could. His nutsack was moving up and down so fast, it was a blur. It looked like a savage version of a boxing speed bag. After several hundred blows, his balls were deep purple.

Suddenly she stopped banging them and began applying pressure, gritting her teeth as she did. She was squeezing outward away from his body and towards the outer skin of the scrotum. She was increasing the pressure to unbearable levels. “C’mon, give ‘em to me, C’mon, already!” Max muttered through her grinding teeth. Ryan was screaming, “Stop you’re tearing me,” he cried out as his nutsack burst open. Max had created such pressure in the sack that as it split; Ryan’s balls were fired like bullets from it. They sailed across the room, impacted the mirror behind the bar and splattered, slowly sliding to the floor, leaving a bloody trail behind.

Ryan was left with nothing more than his testicular cords hanging from his torn sack down between his legs. “Awesome!” she exclaimed, “That was better than I expected.” Max proceeded to repeat the process a dozen more times, after seeing that Ryan’s balls sail across the club she was hooked. She turned it into game. She drew a line on the floor, brought a man to it. Squeezed his balls into the base of his sack until the exploded forth. She watched them fly and marked the distance. Getting another man, she tried to beat her previous distance. Her best were the balls of a 17 year old named Will. He was on his first date with a cheerleader. The girl of his dreams had finally said yes to a date and here he was watching his balls being fired from his crotch and sailing some 47 feet. At least he won the contest. ‘Maybe she’ll be impressed’ he thought as he passed out from the pain.


Buffy was in the process of chasing down a man she had set her sights on. He had taken off running. Of course, she could catch him easily but she decided to play with him. She would let him get ahead of her and even find a hiding place, before closing in on him. She even said “Boo!” a few times playfully. She was starting to leap ahead of him and cut him off, closing in.

He ran into the crowd of women standing on the dance floor, “Please, help me! You have to.” He grabbed one woman by the arms and begged her to shield him from Buffy, “You’ve got to help me! She’s going to…the things she’s going to do…She’s here!” he screamed in a panicked voice. Buffy was advancing on him. The girl he was holding wriggled out of his grasp and another women pulled her out of the way. All the women moved away from the man, not wanting to get involved.

“You really shouldn’t have run, now I’m all primed and angry.” Buffy cracked her knuckles loudly and stretched her taunt lean body, flexing her muscles, and rolling her jaw up and around. Cracking and popping noises could be heard coming from her spine and jaw.

“Now, I’m really going to hurt you,” she told him glaring at him all the while. She lowered her head and raised her eyes, looking at him through narrow eye slits. “I’m going to enjoy this,” she purred. He was backing away from her but she was advancing, slowly closing the distance. “I’m going to do you slowly. Take my time on you. Draw it out. What you’ve seen so far tonight is nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you.”

He finally felt a wall up against his back; he had nowhere else to go. Women surrounded him on all sides. All of them staring at his naked body, but he was only concerned with one. The smallest of the group as she moved closer. The young man pressing his body up against the wall was named Mike. He recognized the blonde girl before him. Her name was Buffy. They went to high school together. He had graduated one year before her. He had thought she was so hot in high school.

“This is going to be incredible. The things I am going to do to you are beyond comprehension, “ Buffy told him, speaking slowly, drawing out the words. Finally she reached him. She pressed her body up against him. Turning around she rubbed her back across his washboard stomach. Swaying her hips side to side, she ground her butt into his groin feeling his cock between her cheeks. She could feel it swelling and growing in size as she rubbed her body against it.

“My, my, my, I’m flattered. All for me?” she cooed. “Hope you don’t think I’m going to take it easy on you because of that little thing. Oops, did I say little? Silly me, I didn’t mean it, I promise. I’m sure your all man. Besides, it’s not the size but what you do with it, isn’t that what they say?” She giggled and continued grinding into him.

Turning to face him, she ran her tongue across his chest. Digging her nails into his shoulders, she dragged them down his body leaving red marks trailing her fingers. She began sucking on his nipples and she was rubbing her thighs between his legs, massaging his genitals with her body.

“God, I am going to hurt you so bad,” she told him looking up into his eyes. “It’s gonna start soon. Can you feel it? Do you sense what I’m going to do to you? How I am going to violate you?” She looked down at his organ as she spoke the last line.

Turning, she again pressed her backside into him. “And I am going to love it. Hearing you scream. Making you scream.” Buffy threw her head back, laughing as she spoke. “God, it’s going to be fun. And not like the others. No, they had it easy compared to you.” She laughed deeply. “You, you’re going to be the worst. I’m not going to stop. When you scream, I’m going to soak them in. Take your screams into me and use them, add them to my strength. Use your own pain to hurt you more. It’s going to be glorious. One for the history books. You are going to suffer as no man ever has.”

“I’ve killed a lot in my life. But you my boy, you’re going to be the ultimate. My best to date. You will suffer as no one before you.” She laughed deeply and loudly, “GOD! You can’t even imagine what I have planned for you. I have learned a lot about pain over the past few years. How to dish it out. How to deal with it. What hurts the most. What parts of the human body are the most sensitive. How to always take it to the next level. That’s what I’m going to do to you. Take it to the next level. And once we get there, then we go on to the next one after that. Every time you think it can’t possibly get worse, I’m going to increase the pain.” Buffy turned to face him. “I can always take it to the next level.”

“Ready?” Buffy dropped to her knees. She took his cock in her mouth. Drew it deep into her, massaging it with her tongue. She began working the tip and shaft hard with her hands and lips. Up and down, over and over, working him. After only a few seconds, she could feel his body tensing. She had done this plenty of times. She knew what came next. She kept working him until his cock exploded in her mouth, his cum ran down her throat. She leaned back, gurgling with it. Looking up at him, she smiled. The smile then slowly faded from her lips and Buffy took on a dead serious expression. Looking down from his eyes, she focused on his genitals, baring her teeth. A few seconds later, Mike began screaming.

About twenty minutes later, Max realized Buffy wasn’t in the main area of the club. She had been so focused on her own ballbusting activities, she hadn’t noticed until now. Applying pressure, she burst the balls of the man she was holding over her head by his nutsack. His meat oozed between her fingers. She dropped him to the floor.

Max stopped and listened, filtering out the moaning and screaming of the male voices all around her. She could tell there was something happening in the back, where the women had been herded. Max walked back there, stopping briefly to kick the teeth out of one man who was trying to get up. Pushing her way through the crowd of perfumed and made up females, she stopped, shocked by what she saw.

Mike was laid out on his back on the floor. He was spread eagle, arms and legs in a wide ‘X’ position. Buffy was on top of him, straddling his chest with her legs, her hands on either side of his waist. Her pretty tan face was buried in his groin. Mike wasn’t moving, he wasn’t even trying to defend himself. His arms and legs were sticking straight out, held a few inches off the floor. His face had a permanent but silent scream across it. But he wasn’t restrained in any way. He was just lying there, letting Buffy do what she was doing.

At first Max thought she was going down on him, “Hey Buffy, careful you don’t bite it off,” she laughingly called out to her companion. As Max got a few steps closer, she realized that Buffy wasn’t giving him a blowjob. She was…”Oh, my God!” Max muttered under her breath, she finally got a good look at what Buffy was doing. Max took a step back; a wave of nausea hit her stomach.

Buffy looked up, her gaze catching Max’s. Her hair was no longer blonde, it was a deep wet red. Her face was twisted and snarling. She was baring her teeth to Max, almost like she was warning her to stay away, like an animal might. She was feral, wild.

Buffy had told Max that her powers as the Slayer came from a demonic source. She had told her that sometimes to fight evil, you had to become evil. Max knew it was hard to walk that line sometimes, to hold the beast inside in check. She felt it too, the animal inside. Max’s came from the fact that her DNA had been mixed with the DNA of animals. Buffy’s dark side though came from actual demons. Max had no idea how that affected Buffy.

Max turned to leave and as she did she saw Buffy spin around on top of her victim, now face to face. Buffy took his head in her hands and pulled him off the floor slightly. She lowered her face to his. It appeared like they were passionately kissing as their faces were pressed up against each other’s and they were moving their bodies in time with each other. But Max and all the women in the room could see that she wasn’t kissing him. She was…doing something else to him. As Max walked away, she heard the man who Buffy was straddling begin screaming again but muffled as if something was over his mouth muffling him. Max returned to the final 20 or so men still intact in the club.

Over the next twenty minutes Max heard noises (both male shrieks and screams of agony and female growls and screams of rage) coming from the back. Then they stopped and several minutes later, Buffy emerged from the back in a daze. Her eyes were glossy and she was staggering, barely able to walk. Max had the final six men in the club on their knees in front of her. “Buffy, you okay?” Buffy looked in the direction that her name came from but didn’t seem to register what was going on.

Max lifted one of the men before her by his hair and drove her fist into his groin, bursting his testicles. Dropping him, she went to the blonde girl soaked in blood and fluids. She had several inches of what appeared to testicular cords hanging from her teeth and an eyebrow stuck to her cheek. Max helped Buffy to the bar. Ripping the pool cues wedged into the balls of a man from one of the stools found there, Max tossed the man’s limp form to the floor. Taking Buffy by the arm she helped her sit down.

“Buffy, you alright?”

“Yeah, I think so, just give me a minute.” Buffy caught her breath and Max handed her a shot of whiskey, which Buffy downed. “It was just so…” her voice trailed off. “I know, Buffy, I saw, you were wild.”

“It was so…so…good.” Buffy finished her thought. “For the first time I was in touch with myself, my true self.”

“I know the demon juices flowing through you veins must be powerful stuff,” Max offered.

“No, you don’t understand what I’m saying. I don’t mean the demon side of me. I mean the female side. That’s our real power. Don’t you get it Max?” Buffy moved closer to tell her new friend what she had learned in that back room.

“We didn’t do this…” Buffy indicated the male carnage all around them…”because we are possessed of genetic or supernatural powers. We did it because we’re women. We hate their manhood because we are women. That’s why attacked it. We didn’t attack them. We could have slaughtered them in a matter of minutes if that’s all it was about. We attacked their manhood. It was about punishing them. Punishing them for being men and everything that means. We wanted to hurt them at their most vulnerable and also at what makes them men. That’s what we did here.”

“I don’t know, I’ve never thought about it that way. I just know I like smashing balls.” Max said thoughtfully.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to understand like I do. It is all clear to me now though. I see my purpose in life. I’ve been lied to. I shouldn’t be using my powers to kill demons. This my purpose, this what I’m meant to. Why is the Slayer always a girl? Why was I made a female and the Slayer? Because they are linked, intertwined.”

“You got all this by biting a guys balls off?” Max asked with skepticism.

“No, it’s been coming for some time. This night just made it clear.” Buffy replied and settled back, leaning against the bar. “What about them? They’re the only ones left.” Max asked, indicating the five men kneeling a few feet away.

“You have ‘em Max. You deserve ‘em.”

“You sure? You don’t mind?” Max didn’t want to be greedy. “You earned it.” Buffy told her.

Max stepped in front of one of the men. Stepping back, she drove her foot forward and into his groin. His balls exploded and the force of the kick lifted the man. He flew, spinning end over end, smashing face first into the large mirror behind the bar and then dropping into the racks of booze bottles and shards of glass, before finally settling to the floor.

Max reached down, grabbed two men’s nutsacks in either hand and crushed them. She then tore the useless, smashed orbs from their bodies. Max then grabbed the second to the last man by the arm, lifting him to his feet. She kicked her left foot into his right kneecap, shattering it. She then twisted his arm savagely, ripping it free from the socket. Tearing the muscles and pulling the joint from the shoulder blade. Max landed a punch to the side of his face, crushing that side of his head. Max then drove her knee into his nuts, shattering them and launching him into the air. The man’s battered body was sent flying straight up. He struck a skylight located in the ceiling, landing on the roof.

Max then approached the final man. He was begging and crying. Reaching down, she gingerly took his nuts in the fingers of either hand. Applying sharp pressure to each ball with her thumb and pointer finger, she ruptured each and left the man on the floor squealing in agony. Max was still amazed at how little it took to cause them so much pain.

Buffy had taken a hose behind the bar that was used for spraying down the dishes and sink and was washing her hair, face and body off. “Buffy,” Max called to her. When Buffy turned, Max pointed to the corner of her mouth, indicating to Buffy to do the same. Buffy reached up, felt the testicular cord hanging from her teeth. Embarrassed, she pulled it free. Max followed suit and cleaned up.

Both jumped up on the bar, hanging their legs off the edge. “Wow, that was intense,” Max said, exhaling deeply.

“I know, but fun,” Buffy added.

“Really fun,” Max added again. Both of them laughed.

They looked over the club and thought about what they had done. The club was littered with the forms of over a hundred men rolling back and forth, holding their groins. If they were conscious enough, they were screaming in pain, if not, they were simply moaning incoherently. Testicles were everywhere. Stuck to the walls, on the floor, on the pool tables, hanging from the rafters and light fixtures. Dozens of male sex organs were covering the place.

“Want to get out of here?” Buffy asked her new best friend.

“Sure, this place is dead anyway,” Max replied. Buffy moved the large machine blocking the entrance. Max held up four small meaty orbs by their thin cords in front of her. “Souvenirs?”

“Sure,” Buffy said taking two of the balls in her hand.

As the two girls headed out of the club, still completely naked, “Want to get something to eat?” Buffy asked.

“Sure, I got a craving for some hotdogs for some reason,” Max replied.

“Sounds good, I know the perfect place, just up the street. They got the best wieners.” The girls giggled at the word ‘wiener.’ “Plus the high school football team heads there after games on Saturday. They might be there tonight,” Buffy told Max.

“Cool. We can continue the fun there then.” And with that the two strode out into the street.

The women in the back of the club were too terrified to move and the men were in no shape to do so, and so they all spent several hours waiting to be found. About half an hour after the two girls left, several of the women thought they heard faint screams in the distance. One women thought it sounded like a sixteen-year-old football player having his erect penis placed in a hotdog bun and bitten off by a tiny blonde girl named Buffy. Another women thought it sounded like a high school quarterback having a pick-up truck lifted off the ground and the rear left tire set down on his testicles by a olive skinned girl named Max. Ironically, they were both right.