Worked Overtime

by Ben Stepton

Sharon walked down the hall with a confident smirk on her lips. Stopping at Vicki's office, she stuck her head in the door and called: "Hey, you wanna work some ‘overtime’ tonight?"

"You bet," Vicki answered, then whispered "Who do you have lined up?"

Sharon giggled. "Danny, the new maintenance guy. What a chump!"

"Cute, though," Vicki said. "This should be fun! Where will we be 'working?'"

"My office, 5:30," Sharon answered. "See ya later!"

The women went back to their work, eagerly anticipating the evening's activities. Sharon had asked Danny to come to her office after regular business hours to ‘adjust the legs on her desk’. She had winked, flirted, touched his arm; all the things a woman would do if she were trying to seduce a man. Danny took the bait; after all, Sharon was a gorgeous woman who liked displaying her ample curves in tight-fitting suits and dresses, which were always short enough to show off her incredibly muscular legs. She had come close to making the Olympic speed-skating team in her teens. As an adult, she continued skating and working out so that now, at thirty-two, her beautiful legs were capable of kicking a man across the room, or squeezing him into unconsciousness.

Vicki was a little chubbier than Sharon, but just as sexy and almost as strong. She liked the way men would stare at her huge calves, especially when she wore a pair of five-inch pumps. She loved to see men squirm, and once she had a man's attention, she would tease him mercilessly, crossing and uncrossing her beautiful, muscular legs, slipping her high heels on and off, sometimes even playing a little ‘footsie’ under an office conference table. However, when she and Sharon were ‘working overtime’, Vicki used her powerful legs for more than just teasing...

Sharon knocked off work at about ten till five so she could run downstairs and grab a quick bite at the deli. Vicki had the same idea, and the two of them slid into a booth to discuss what they were going to do to Danny. Their loud laughter caught the attention of Carol, who worked for the same company, in personnel.

"Hey, you two," Carol said. "Mind if I join you? I could use a laugh."

"Uh, sure, sit down," Vicki said nervously. "We were just, you know, talking..."

Carol was a striking woman of about 50. She was determined to stay as youthful as possible, and kept in shape with aerobics and cycling. She was a robust, full-figured woman, whose calves were almost in a league with Vicki's, and like Vicki, she reveled in the attention paid to her by men, especially younger men.

"So what's up, Buttercup?” Sharon inquired. She liked Carol, but was not close enough with her to confide a lot of secrets. As it turned out, Sharon had underestimated her older friend...

"Oh, I'm feeling kind of empty these days," Carol began. I was taking a self-defense class that I really enjoyed. You know, one of those rape prevention clinics where you get to practice on a male volunteer. I can't explain it, but I REALLY enjoyed spending an hour a week or so beating up some hapless male. Anyway, I completed the course, and I miss it, it was fun." She was giggling now. "I discovered if I placed my groin kicks just right, his protective padding didn't do him any good. He used to hate it when it was my turn to practice on him, but that was just TOO BAD!"

"Anyway," Carol continued, "I did get one last chance to have some fun. I caught my boyfriend, you know, Chris, the younger one, with some bimbo, and I used everything I had learned in class, plus some serious scissor holds, to let him know just how I felt about being cheated on. I'll bet the little weasel's still black and blue! You know, once I got into it, the anger started to fade away, and I started to get kind of, you know, excited. Isn't that weird? Anyway, now I have no boyfriend, nobody to beat up, life just seems really boring… I'm sorry, you two must think I'm crazy..."

"Not at all," Sharon assured her. She and Vicki exchanged winks. "Not at all... By the way Carol, what are you doing tonight?"

So now there were three very attractive and very strong women waiting in Sharon's office when Danny showed up, precisely at 5:30. He had expected to find Sharon alone.

"Am I... interrupting something? Do you want me to come back a little later?" he asked nervously.

"No, no, Danny," Sharon reassured him. "You're right on time."

"Well, I'll just take a look at that desk--OOF!" Danny had taken a step toward the desk, but stopped short when Sharon gave him a punch in the stomach.

"There's nothing wrong with my desk, big boy," she purred. "We're having a little party and you're invited."

"You mean, all three of you... and... me?" Danny's voice quivered with excitement. "All three of you... want to...?"

Sharon smiled. "Not exactly." She was still smiling when she slammed her knee into his groin. Stunned, Danny offered no resistance when she grabbed him by the shirt and threw him across the room. He landed flat on his back at Carol's feet, one of which was quickly and firmly placed on his neck.

Now Carol was smiling down at the dazed young man. "I'm sorry, we haven't met. I'm Carol. I believe you already know Vicki and Sharon. As you may have guessed by now, we are NOT here to make love with you. We're here to give you a good beating."

"But... but... you can't do that," Danny said.

Carol enjoyed wearing sexy Cossack boots, and one of them was now pressing harder on Danny's neck. "Look where you are, and look where my boot is. You are in NO position to tell me what I can and can't do."

"Is he giving you any trouble?", Vicki asked as she walked over. She stood next to Danny and brought her foot down hard on his stomach. Danny squirmed as she continued to press down with her high heel.

''There, now you're learning your place, Danny. Your place is beneath a woman's feet, and that's just where you're going to be ALL NIGHT!" Vicki threw her head back and laughed, then looked over at Sharon.

"What should we do to him first?"

"You two hold him; I'll think of something," Sharon replied. Carol grabbed Danny's arm and hooked her leg around his. Vicki did the same thing on the other side, so Danny was not only immobilized, but being held with his legs spread wide. He trembled as Sharon walked slowly toward him. She smirked as she looked him up and down, slowly shook her head as if disappointed with what she saw, then slapped Danny's face, HARD. Before Danny's brain stopped reeling, Sharon slapped him again. After nine or ten more slaps, she paused, shook back her hair and kicked Danny right in the balls.

"Oooooooh, I can't wait 'till it's my turn," Carol giggled.

"Kick 'im again, Sharon!” Vicki shouted. "I love those funny noises he makes!" Sharon gave Danny another swift kick in the balls.

"You can let go of him now," she said. Vicki and Carol released their holds and Danny slumped to his knees.

"Why are you doing this?" he moaned.

"Because we want to!" Sharon snapped. "Besides, we don't need a reason! Men have been beating women up for thousands of years. We women have a lot of catching up to do."

"That's right," Vicki said. "Sharon and I give men the stomping they so richly deserve whenever we feel like it. And we feel like it a lot! Tonight's your turn, baby."

Carol leaned over and whispered in Danny's ear, "Payback's a BITCH, isn't it, sweetheart?" Then to prove her point, she punched Danny in the stomach a couple of times, grabbed him by the neck and threw him to the floor, face first. Danny struggled to rise, but just managed to get to his hands and knees.

"And just what makes you think I'll let you girls beat me up?" Vicki leapt in front of him and, in an instant, had her huge calves wrapped around his neck.

"Just what makes you think you have a choice? HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!" As Vicki continued squeezing his neck with her powerful calves, Carol walked over and began kicking him in the stomach. She then straddled him and used her beautiful legs like a vise around Danny's waist. He was gasping and choking as his face turned bright red.

"Hey, save some for me," Sharon called. Vicki looked down at her helpless victim.

"We'll continue this later," she purred. Then she gave his neck one last squeeze, and let go. Sharon walked over and stood in front of Danny, who was still being held firmly between Carol's legs. Sharon's lovely feminine feet were adorned with a pair of lethal looking black stiletto pumps, and she now dangled one of them in front of Danny's face.

"Do you like my pretty feet?” she asked. Danny just stared at the floor, wondering how he had ever ended up in this predicament. Suddenly his head snapped to one side as Sharon smacked his jaw with the top of her foot.

"I said, ‘do you like my pretty FEET?’” Sharon demanded, emphasizing the last word with another kick.

"Y-yes, ma'am," Danny meekly replied. "Now I suppose you want me to kiss them."

"You should be so lucky," Sharon laughed. "Oh, but don't worry. You're about to become very well acquainted with my feet." She smiled at Carol and waved her off. Carol released her grip, and Danny could at last take a deep breath. But it was soon knocked out of him as Sharon gave him a swift kick in the belly. He fell on his side, and Sharon continued kicking his stomach, again and again. Danny groaned with pain, and finally managed to roll over in an attempt to protect his belly from the kicking Sharon was giving him, but Carol was waiting. Placing her boot on his shoulder, she shoved him down, flat on his back, and then moved her foot to his chest and pinned him to the floor.

"Where do you think you're going, Danny-Wanny?" Sharon asked, then, winking at Carol:

"Thanks. Keep him pinned while I give his belly a good stomping." Sharon showed no mercy as she pounded Danny's helpless body with her foot, driving her high heel into his stomach again and again. Finally she walked away, laughing gleefully. Now it was Carol's turn.

"You know, Danny-Wanny," Carol said, "you should really be more assertive. I mean, you just let women walk all over you. Take me, for instance!" And with that, she stepped on his stomach and stood for a moment, smiling down at him. Then she took a little walk to his neck, turned around, and walked back down his body, dangerously close to his genitals. She made this round trip several times, her boots leaving a trail of bruises up and down Danny's torso while he moaned with pain, helpless beneath the weight of Carol's strong, womanly body.

"Don't worry, baby," Carol said. "I'm not going to stomp you like Sharon did. In fact, we're going to play a little game. We're going to play football! Do you know how we play football?" Wincing with pain, Danny shook his head.

"Well, I'll give you a little hint, sweetie. We use my feet, and your BALLS! Get it?” Danny's heart pounded and his throat felt very dry. He didn't want to face the thought of this crazed woman giving his balls an enthusiastic kicking.

"Please," he begged, "Please, no more. I don't deserve this...!"

"Oh my," Vicki interrupted. "I can't listen to a man begging for mercy. It's more than I can stand."

"You mean you think he's had enough?" Carol asked, still standing on Danny's chest.

"Of course not!" Vicki laughed. "I mean we should stuff something in his mouth so we don't have to listen to his pathetic whining while we beat him up."

"Oooooh, allow me," Carol chirped. She got off Danny's chest, then sat down in a chair.

"Get over here, Danny-Wanny and help me off with my boots!" Danny rose to his knees, then hesitated. It was a mistake. Vicki ran up to him and kicked him in the groin as hard as she could, then punctuated her commands with more swift kicks to his balls, as well as his face and stomach.

"You HEARD her! Get over there at her FEET, where you BELONG, and help her off with her BOOTS, you little WORM!!" Danny fell on his face and crawled to Carol's feet. He managed to get to his knees, and Carol slipped her foot under his arm. She then placed her other foot on his chest and began to push. Danny held her boot tightly until it came off, sending him crashing back to the floor. Then the process was repeated with her other boot.

"Now take off my socks!" Carol snapped. Danny obeyed, then Carol instructed him to open his mouth. When he did, she stuffed in one of her sweaty socks.

"That should keep him quiet," Vicki giggled.

"Yes," Carol said, "and, he'll be treated to the smell and taste of my beautiful feet for the rest of the evening. Do you like that, Danny-Wanny?" Danny nodded, meekly. Oddly, he found the leathery fragrance of Carol's sock not at all unpleasant, and he began to feel a little turned on, in spite of himself.

"Now let's play some football!" Carol shouted, pulling her boots back on.

"Do we need any equipment?" Sharon asked.

"Well let's see..." Carol began. "We use our feet, and I think Danny has brought along a couple of balls for us to play with." Vicki and Sharon both laughed with a wickedness that Danny found truly frightening.

"You can go first, Vicki," Carol said. "Sharon and I will hold, and you kick." Then she and Sharon held Danny's arms and legs so that he was again forced to stand with his legs spread wide.

"How many kicks do I get?" Vicki asked, giggling with enthusiasm.

"You get three kicks, that makes a field goal, then it's my turn, then Sharon's and so forth," Carol answered.

"What's the object of the game?" Sharon inquired.

Carol smiled broadly. "To inflict PAIN! HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!!"

Vicki ran toward Danny and gave him a devastating kick in the balls. He strained to free himself, but Sharon and Carol held him tight, and all he could do was stand there and take Vicki's second kick, then her third. The women laughed and gave each other high fives, and were completely oblivious to Danny's muffled screams and groans.

Carol's turn followed. Her first two kicks were at least as hard as Vicki's. Then she stepped back, took a couple of steps toward Danny, and swung her boot into his groin so hard she lifted him off the floor!

When it was Sharon's turn, she took off her shoes and walked to the far side of the room. Carol and Vicki giggled as she stood there like a high jumper about to attempt a record jump. She looked into Danny's eyes and as she ran toward him he quivered with fear. When her beautiful foot slammed into Danny's balls the pain shot up his body, turning his stomach inside out and making the room spin wildly. He was completely helpless, and began to feel very weak and groggy. He wished that he could lose consciousness, but he was wide awake for Sharon's other two blows. The terrible game continued, his beautiful tormentors cheering one another on and shouting with glee whenever one of their swift kicks inflicted that extra measure of pain.

Each of the women took at least three turns at ‘football’, and all Danny could do was pray it would soon be over. Then it was Vicki's turn again. She delivered her first kick, and he saw the room go black. His head slumped forward, and he was out cold.

"Hey, he's out! I win!” Vicki shouted. Sharon and Carol let Danny drop to the floor, and shook their heads in mock disgust.

"Typical male; falling asleep on the job," Carol said.

"Yeah," Sharon agreed. "How dare he pass out before we're through abusing him!"

"I can use a breather anyway," Vicki said. "Let's use him for a footstool until he wakes up."

"Why stop when he wakes up?” Carol giggled.

"Because when he wakes up," Sharon purred, "we're going to play another game..."

They dragged Danny over to an area with some chairs, laid him down on his back, spread his legs apart, and sat in a circle around him. Carol got comfortable with her boots on his stomach, while Vicki rested her bare feet on his face. Sharon used Danny's genitals as a pillow for her feet, gently poking his balls with her spike heels. When he began to come to, Vicki began slapping his face with her feet.

"Wake up, little man. You passed out in the middle of my turn. I owe you two more kicks in the nuts."

"Yeah, wake up you little worm!" Sharon snapped, poking Danny's balls harder with her heels. "Now we're really gonna give you a good kicking. Get up!!"

Danny was filled with dread. His balls were throbbing. He didn't know how much more he could take. He started to pull Carol's sock out of his mouth so he could beg for mercy, but Vicki brought her feet down hard on his face at least a dozen times.

"Oh no you don't," she laughed. "You'll speak when we let you speak, and right now the only thing we're going to let you do is take a beating. Now GET UP!" Reluctantly, Danny got to his feet. The women stood up, moved the chairs out of the way, and stood in a circle around their captive.

"Are you beginning to get the idea, baby?" Sharon asked. "You're here for our pleasure, and our pleasure is your PAIN! The night is young, and you and your precious little balls belong to us until further notice. Ah, Vicki, I believe you mentioned owing our little plaything here another couple of kicks in the nuts."

"That's right," Vicki said. "So spread your legs, you little twerp." Danny obediently assumed the position, knowing it was useless to argue or resist. The women laughed at his submissive response.

"Look, he's learning," giggled Carol.

"I think he likes it," Sharon said as she gave balls yet another kick.

"You do like it, don't you baby?" Vicki asked, squeezing Danny's neck. "In that case, I'll give you ten swift kicks in the balls! I mean, I want you to be happy!" As Vicki's lethal kicks rearranged Danny's scrotum, he fell to his knees, but made no effort to escape his punishment. He knew it was useless, and God help him, he was beginning to like it.

As soon as Vicki stepped away from him, Sharon gave him a kick in the face. Danny fell backward, and Carol wasted no time in walking over and doing a little dance on his stomach. While he was gasping to catch his breath, Vicki jumped on him, straddling his chest, and slapped his face a dozen times. Then she got off, grabbed him by the neck and stood him up.

But he didn't stay up for long. Sharon punched him in the stomach until he was doubled over, then she slipped off her high heels began kicking him in the face, finally sending him spinning backward to the floor.

Carol had also pulled off her boots, and now she placed her pretty bare foot on the side of Danny's face and leaned on him until he screamed in protest. Then she ordered him to get up.

No sooner had Danny got to his feet than she gave him a side kick to the stomach. She followed that with a knee to the balls, then grabbed his wrist and twisted it backward, forcing him to bend over. Then Sharon grabbed his other wrist and the two of them took turns kicking him in the belly. When they finally let go, Danny just stood there in a daze, not knowing where to hurt next, but Vicki made that decision for him. She gave him a side kick to the face, and as Danny staggered back she gave him yet another kick to the groin. When he doubled over in pain, she quickly straddled him and began squeezing his head and neck in the beautiful vise of her huge thighs. While he was locked in this vulnerable position, Carol and Sharon stood on each side of him and continued pummeling his stomach with their feet, lifting his helpless body off the floor with each kick. Finally, Vicki let go and Danny fell to the floor. Carol rolled him over on his back with her foot, then ordered him to get up.

Danny looked up at his three vindictive captors, who didn't seem to care whether he lived or died tonight, as long as they had their fun. He wondered if he, indeed if any man had really earned the punishment he had received so far. This is it, he thought. I'm not getting up again. What's the use? They're going to kill me anyway...

"Come on, sweetheart," Carol purred softly, caressing Danny's neck with her foot. Danny had had enough. He had no intention of voluntarily taking any more punishment from these angels of pain. But when he looked up in Carol's eyes, it was as if she cast a spell over him.

"Come on, Danny-Wanny," she whispered. "Do it for me." He couldn't disobey her if he wanted to, and God knows, he wanted to. Danny didn't understand why, but he found himself standing up, facing Carol, and dutifully spreading his legs and placing his hands behind his back, completely vulnerable. God help me, he thought, I love this woman...

WHAM! Carol kicked him in the groin, then gave him a half dozen punches to the stomach, then whirling him around, she locked his arms behind his back, and shouted to her playmates, "Get him, girls! Kick 'im!"

And they did. Vicki and Sharon took turns kicking Danny's balls, stomach, and face. Then Carol let go of him, and they kicked him until he fell to his knees, kept kicking him until he was on his back, then took turns stomping his stomach and kicking his balls, until finally, the women had had enough.

"Whew! That was a good workout!" sighed Vicki.

"Yeah. I'm beat, but God, that was fun!" said Carol.

"Well, Danny-Wanny," Sharon began, "You took your punishment so well we just may invite you to another party. Oh, don't worry. We'll give you a week for your bruises to heal before we give you a nice set of new ones..."

"Wait a minute." Carol interrupted. "I want him." Sharon and Vicki looked at each other, then at Carol.

"You two can always find some jerk to beat up, but I need a new boyfriend." She walked over to Danny and pulled her sock from his mouth.

"Now before you say anything, baby," she began, placing her foot firmly on his neck, "Just remember, I'm head of personnel at this company, and I know about your inflated union wages, and your monthly payments on that big pick-up truck of yours, and all your other debts, so even an inferior male can figure out that I have you by the balls financially as well as, well, physically. And you took your punishment so well tonight, I know that you'll be able to survive any foreplay that I choose to... inflict. By the way, sweetie, are you good in bed?"

Danny nodded.

"Good. I'm fantastic. And you're a maintenance engineer, so you'll be real handy to have around. And you'll wash my car, and scrub my floors, and polish my boots, kiss my feet, and, well, do my bidding! And you'll take a beating anytime I feel like giving you one. You're the perfect man! And by the way, you can count on a few kicks in the balls every day, darling. Well, what do you say, Danny-Wanny? Will you be my new boyfriend? And believe me," she purred, leaning harder on his neck, "you had BETTER answer yes. Well?"

Danny looked up into Carol's eyes, and once again responded as if in a trance.

"Yes." he replied.

"Good!" Carol said, practically quivering. "Help me on with my boots. I'm taking you home, honey buns. Your night has just BEGUN!!"

Linda's Lesson

By BBguy80

This is a revised version of an old story written and posted by someone else. I hope you enjoy it.

I saw her heading up to her townhouse. I opened my car door and went to follow her. She was a sexy woman by anyone's standards. About 5'4", wavy blonde hair, a medium frame, pert breasts, nice legs and rounded in the appropriate spots. She had called on the phone early that day and said she wanted to talk to me about something personal and would I please come over to her townhouse around noon?

She hadn’t noticed me and started up the concrete steps in front of her house. Walking up from behind her I got a good view of her sensuous legs. As she was searching her purse for the door key I tapped her on the shoulder. I didn't even see her turn. Crack, and I was on my back looking up at her standing between my legs. She quickly raised her foot and stomped her heel down on my crotch smashing my nuts. That's when the pain hit. It felt as if my nuts had been totally crushed. I couldn't breath and felt like vomiting, but dry heaved instead. Linda bent over my crushed form.

"Brian, God, it's you! I thought you were a mugger. Don't ever do that again! Oh, geezus, are you gonna be OK?" She reached between my legs and her fingers began to probe for my battered nuts. I felt a new spasm of pain shoot through my throbbing nuts.

“Owwww!” I croaked rather pitifully.

“I’m so sorry Brian, lets get you inside.” I had to lean on her heavily on the way in, and each step had my throbbing nuts rubbing painfully against my legs. Linda had me lie down on her sofa as she went to get an ice pack. She came back with the ice pack and pushed it into my groin with a little too much force causing another spasm of pain in my nuts.

Linda sat down at the end of the couch next to my head, and noted I was still in considerable discomfort. She asked me if I needed to see a doctor. I told her I would be okay and tried to put a brave face on it. She rolled the ice pack over saying it wasn't in the right spot. Well, it was and the twisting around on my injured nuts just sent another spasm of pain through them. She took my head and held it in her lap then leaned over me slightly, looking me right in the eyes. Linda's pert breasts were resting on my forehead, and I felt like a little horny kid (in a lot of pain).

Linda smiled and said, “The reason I wanted to talk to is that I’ve noticed you …um… looking at my legs on several occasion, and I want to ask if you’re …ah… sexually attracted to me?” I confessed that I was very physically attracted to her.

Linda shifted the ice pack on my groin reviving the pain in my nuts and replied, “That's what I thought. Have you ever fantasized about …um… having sex with me?” I again confessed that I had frequently thought about having sex with her. Linda more forcibly pushed the ice pack into my groin causing me to cry out in pain.

Linda said, “It seems like you’re still in a lot of pain. I better take look at what I've done to your testicles but first I’ll need to lower your pants.” I told her that I didn't think it was a good idea.

Linda quickly said in a louder and more aggressive tone, “Why not? I just want to make sure you’re okay and you’ve obviously been thinking about getting into my pants.” I reluctantly complied. She unbuttoned, and unzipped my jeans, then pulled them and ice pack down to my ankles. That in and of itself caused some more pain. Linda then quickly pulled my underwear down before I could think about it any further.

She said, “Um … they're kinda reddish, is that the normal color for your testicles?” I looked at them myself, seeing the angry red color, and told her they were far from normal right now.

Linda grasped the base of my scrotum twisting and pulling it down. My body convulsed as the pain in my nuts was revived.

Linda quipped, “What’s wrong you? Sit still so I can examine your testicles more closely.”

I explained (in a rather smart ass tone) that by twisting and pulling my scrotum she was causing me more pain. After snapping at her, I realized that I was not in a good position to piss her off. Abruptly Linda grabbed my dangling nuts with both hands and pulled them down an away from my crotch. I thought she was going to tear them off. I tried to scream, but only a high-pitched mewling sound came out. She released my nuts and then cupped them in her left palm. Then, to my horror, she made her right hand into a fist and smashed it into my held nuts, bashing my tortured nuts three times in rapid fire.

The explosion of pain was terrible and the battering of my nuts had sapped all the strength out of my body. I convulsed on the couch gasping for breath. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

Linda laughed and said, “You’re such a pussy. Men bandy that word about but they’re the ones that are so fucking frail. Now I’m going use that frailness to teach you a lesson for being such a pervert.”

Linda formed a circle with her thumb and forefinger around the base of my scrotum and squeezed my testicles to the bottom of the sack. My inflamed testicles were trapped and highly vulnerable. True fear set in as I began to think what she might do to them.

Linda leaned over covering my face with her breasts and whispered into my ear, “I’ll prove that you’re a pussy by whipping your ass with one finger.” I didn't see her do it but heard a telltale ‘thwack’ from my crotch. Linda had flicked her finger into my trapped left nut. It felt as if my nut was on fire! I dry heaved again, rolling my torso in place on her couch. I could see she was preparing to flick her finger into my right nut. The knowledge did me no good.

Thwack! My right nut erupted in pain! She proceeded to rapidly flick my nuts, alternating between the left and right. Thwack, thwack, thwack, with each flick of her finger a new bolt of pain would jump from my nuts and shoot through my abdomen.

Just when I was about to lose consciousness she stopped and smirked, “Don’t pass out just yet you pervert, I’m starting to really enjoy this.” Linda then stretched my scrotum straight up from my body. I could plainly see both swollen nuts tightly compacted into the base of my sack, but stretched maybe three inches above my dick. Linda started squeezing my left nut between her thumb and forefinger. She gradually increased the pressure and began digging her thumb into the flesh of my nut. The gut wrenching pain was spreading up from my groin like fire and getting worse with every passing second. Linda continued her relentless squeezing, taking pleasure in the excruciating pain she was causing me. After about ten minutes of agonizing torment she switch her grip to my right nut, and began crushing it. Again digging her thumb into the flesh of my nut. Once again the gut wrenching pain started to spread from my groin.

Just when I was about to slip into merciful unconsciousness, Linda released my nut and said, “Let’s see if you’ve leaned your lesson. Have you learned not to ogle my legs?” I quickly said yes.

“Good boy,” laughed Linda as she gave my nuts a hard slap sending a blinding bolt of pain through them.

“Have you learned not to fantasize about having sex with me?” asked Linda. Again I quickly said yes.

“Good boy” laughed Linda as she jabbed her thumb first into my left nut and then into the right nut. As I withered in pain Linda smirked.

“I think you’ve probably learned your lesson but I’m having so much fun I just have to try…one…more...thing…”

Linda gripped my scrotum tighter still, and said, “I hope you remember your lesson when you come around.” She then raised her free hand high above her head, waited until I looked up into her eyes, then with all her strength smashed the heel of her hand down onto my nuts. Both testicles were literally flattened and the pain was overwhelming. My body went into convulsions, and I passed out ...

Revenge on The Rapists

by BBuster

Karen was pissed off! Her best friend Carla had just confessed to her, sobbing about these three guys who had raped her. She had gotten drunk, its true, and she had really liked Derek. When she agreed to go back to the house with him, she had not counted on his friend being there.

At most, she figured they might make out. Before she knew it, Derek was raping her and inviting his friends to join in! No matter how much Karen asked her to, Carla refused to go to the authorities. Finally Karen agreed.

"OK, Carla, Dana and I will take care of this for you." Karen was a tall 5 11", good-looking 20 year old blonde. She had high cheekbones and very Germanic features. She looked almost like a model, but her nose was a little too large for that. Her eyes were bright blue and she kept her lithe, muscular body in tip-top shape. Her breasts were decent sized, nice and perky but not too large or too small. Most guys would definitely give her a long look and they usually did! She had decided to wear her black, hard-heeled shoes along with comfy sweat pants and a tight white T-shirt. It made her look good as well as gave her room to maneuver. She was a black belt in Karate, and she knew some good street moves as well.

Her friend Dana was also an expert fighter with a bit more street fighting experience than she had but less formal martial arts training. Dana listened to her friend’s plan and quickly agreed to it. When she had been 13 she had been raped, too and she had never forgotten the horror. Dana was a 19-year-old black girl, but she had very light features. She was 5 9" and just as muscular as Karen. She was more full figured, however. Her nose was a mix between her African ancestry and European and the result was very appealing. Her eyes were light brown and she was good looking by anybody’s standards as well, although her figure was wider than the thin model type like Karen’s.

They smiled at each other as they approached Derek s place the next morning. It was a hot summer day, and Derek and his friends had just gotten up and were getting ready for the day in no particular hurry. Derek was a cocky 20 year old guy, about 5 10" tall. He had short, dark hair and a muscular build from playing a lot of tennis and racquetball. He had a handsome face and piercing blue eyes that melted many a girl’s heart and then let them get into their pants! This morning he was walking around in his jockey shorts, grabbing some stuff to eat. He kept his loose balls carefully cupped below his decent sized dick tucked in above. He was mostly smooth except for a bit of hair coming up his belly from his crotch area.

His friend Shawn was also awake with his younger brother Randy. Shawn was a 6’ tall, smooth 19 year old blonde with an excellent swimmer’s build. His hair was still a bit wet and he kept it long, with short sides. It was sort of that "floppy" look which along with his small nose, blue eyes and handsome features made him a real lady-killer himself. Today he wore just his gray sweatpants loose with no shirt. His boxers were sticking out above. They were red with little white hearts on them. The girls just loved those! He liked his genitals to hang free and loose like they were today. He had a good set and he needed the room.

His 17-year-old brother Randy was actually even bigger, though! He was just finishing taking a shower and had just put on a striped polo shirt. He was also blonde, about 5 10" and had a normal boy s medium build and musculature. He was hairless but had some downy blonde hair on his legs and light hair on his genitals. He was not quite as good looking as his older brother, maybe because his green eyes were a bit deeper set and closer together, but he was handsome enough. His blonde hair was a bit wavy and he kept it short with some extra length in front combed upwards.

The girls came up to the house and just knocked on the door. Derek walked up to the door and opened it up a crack, "Hello?" he queried.

Then he saw the two girls and smiled. He was by no means bashful and opened the door up a bit to give the girls a better look at him. "Hi, Derek" Karen said in her sweet little girl voice. "My friend told me that you and your friends are Real Hot! Can we come in and talk?" Derek just gulped, he couldn’t t believe it! This was like something from Penthouse Forum.

"Sure!" he smiled as he let the two cute girls in. He was starting to get turned on already. "We re just getting up so I am not really dressed yet " Derek explained.

"That s OK, sweet thing. I like you better that way anyhow." Karen responded. "Who’s your cute friend?" Dana asked as she caught sight of Shawn coming into the room.

"I’m Shawn," the young man introduced himself. "What s going on?"

"Hey Shawn " Dana crooned and came up to the handsome youth and began to rub his chest. Shawn backed up to the kitchen counter as Dana sort of threw herself at him. He was somewhat taken aback but he was horny and responded. Soon they started kissing and feeling each other up. In the meantime, Karen sat down on the sofa with Derek and they started to make out.

Derek then said, "I know what you want!" By now his dick was hard and he wanted some real action, just like that dumb bitch the other night.

"Wait, this is going too fast!" Karen got up and re-arranged her shirt, and her friend Dana backed off from Shawn.

"What!" Derek demanded. "You girls came in here!" Shawn looked a bit miffed too and grabbed Dana s arm rather hard and said "Come on" in a demanding way but with a smile. His dick was starting to get hard and he didn’t want to stop.

Derek had grabbed both Karen s arms and she quietly said "Derek, let go. I’m warning you. I said No." The two had decided to give the guys a chance. If they had agreed to stop at this point they would not do anything. It was possible that their friend had been exaggerating, but they did not think so. Besides, it would make it justified in their minds.

At the same time, Dana warned Shawn "I said No, Shawn." Just then Shawn’s brother came in, just wearing his shirt. Dana looked over and could see his privates hanging below his shirt.

"Hey Randy," Shawn called to his brother, "Come over and help me fuck this girl I think she wants it!" Randy was sort of embarrassed at his partial nudity, but then he got real turned on by this black girl he could screw. He had loved it when he got to fuck that other girl Carla. He ran over to help his brother.

"Lets screw her!" Derek watched and just laughed at the whole thing. "Come on, bitch!" he demanded of Karen and tried to force her down. Now the girls struck. Dana grabbed back at Shawn s arms and pinned him to the counter and slammed her knee into his balls. The knee came up and slammed right into Shawn s loose balls and into the counter, crushing them hard. Shawn felt the blow but he was in shock and the pain had not really hit yet. He struggled but Dana s arms were like steel and she drove her knee full force again into Shawn s balls. The pain hit like an avalanche now. Shawn s knees turned to water and his face turned pale white as he tired to make a sound but couldn’t. "Thwack!" Once more like lightning Dana’s knees slammed into the blonde’s nuts and she finally let go as he collapsed to the floor retching and coughing in agony. It had taken no more than a couple of seconds. Just then she was hurled back as Shawn’s brother Randy tried to tackle her.

At the same time as Shawn was getting "balled" in the girl’s own particular fashion, Karen had to take care of Derek. As Derek grabbed at her, she karate kicked her hard-heeled black shoes straight into his tightly packed balls with a "HeeYaaa!" Derek doubled up and fell back in pain as a wave of nausea hit him.

"Fuck You! (cough) You bitch! (cough)," he yelled as he fell to his knees from the pain.

"Carla said No, and I said No. What part of No didn’t you understand?" She asked the boy as he fell to his knees.

Derek stiffened himself and grimaced, "She wanted it and so do you!" as he got up to attack the girl again. As Karen waited for Derek to get up so she could continue his beating, Dana had to deal with Randy.

Randy had grabbed her around the neck and thrown her onto the floor where they struggled. He had her around the neck, and she reached back to grab his balls that were hanging out from under his shirt. As she yanked down on his nuts Randy cried out and let go, but as got up and turned around he came after her again. She blocked a couple of his punches as she got pushed back towards the wall, but then she punched back and hit him in the nose. As Randy fell back and put his hands up to his bloody nose, Dana could see his dick and balls hanging down below his shirt. She didn’t even hesitate as she kicked upwards right underneath the sack, slamming the testicles into his crotch. The boy grunted and put his hands to his balls, falling to his knees in front of the Dana with a shocked look on his face.

"Ahhhh, my balls!" Randy cried out in a higher pitched plaintive voice.

"Well you were willing to use them on a helpless girl, weren’t you? I guess you don t like it when we fight back!" Dana tormented as Randy lay there moaning.

"You fucking Bitch!" Randy screamed in rage. He was pissed and he wanted to nail this girl. He had never been hit in the balls before but he could take pain. Just one good punch and I can kill this girl! He crouched to launch himself at her again and attacked, but just as began to stand up, the girl’s foot lashed out and caught him in the chin. The force of the kick threw Randy back to the ground, but he managed to land on his stomach and struggled to pick himself back up. Dana saw his large balls hanging from between his legs from the back and gave them another kick. She connected with a thwack as the boy screamed again, clamping his hands between his legs and falling over. Then she came over to the helpless Randy and grabbed him by the throat. As she choked him, Randy was forced to try to free her arm from his neck so he wouldn’t choke to death. He grabbed her arm and tried to peel it off in desperation. Dana then let up the pressure but reached between his legs and grabbed a hold of Randy s swollen balls.

Randy just froze and begged, "No, please " but Dana just squeezed and pulled them out the back, trying to lift him by his balls. As Randy was being tortured, his brother Shawn came out of the haze of pain he had been in. He thought he might have even thrown up, but he knew he was in trouble and then he saw his brother getting choked to death. This gave him the strength to get up and try to help him out.

As this was happening, Karen was defeating Derek. Derek really wanted to nail this bitch! He came at her again, being careful to protect his nuts this time. She easily blocked his punch and gave Derek a heavy slap in the face. "You can do better than that, can’t you boy?" she laughed. Derek reeled from the power of the slap and his cheek turned bright red, then he launched himself at her in a fury.

One of his blows landed and she was forced back into the wall by the fury of his attack. He was strong and definitely outweighed her. He tried to capitalize on his position by slamming his fist hard into her belly, but she slipped to the side like a fish and his fist hit the wall. Karen was able to kick him then in the side, and her foot slammed into Derek’s kidney. As Derek fell back in pain, she came back to punch him in the face, but the young man was pretty savvy and managed to block the blow. This actually surprised Karen, and Derek was able to kick her himself. He aimed for her cunt but missed, hitting her in the lower belly. Karen grunted as she fell back and Derek gave a yell, kicking her again. This time Karen was ready and she dodged, grabbing his foot with both her hands. Then before Derek knew what hit him, her foot came up and that vicious heel slammed hard into his tender balls. In a split second the foot had come back and slammed into his balls again with a quick jab and an audible "thwack" before Derek could even bring his hands down to protect them.

Karen let go of his foot as Derek folded up with a whimper and hit the floor. As Derek retched on the floor in agony, she aimed carefully. Derek looked up at his tormentor and she let her foot fly. Slam! It hit Derek square in the nose, breaking it in a shower of blood. Derek screamed and fell onto his back, clutching his ruined nose. This exposed his crotch again, and Karen swung her foot down with a scream "Haaaa!" and connected with Derek’s nuts dead on. Derek curled up in agony and cupped his balls, which felt like they had been pulped. Karen then proceeded to stomp the crap out of him as he lay there helpless, until he was a cringing mess. Then Karen picked up one of his legs and pinned his other with one foot while she swung down her other in a nutcracker.

Her foot hit him right in the balls and pinned them to the floor. She held his one leg in both her hands while her she pushed her leg into his balls and ground them into a pulp. Derek clawed in vain as his privates were being crushed, screaming in agony. After a couple of minutes he started to beg and plead for her to let up but Karen just smiled. "Sorry but you will never rape another girl again." She kept grinding until Derek fainted from the pain.

While Derek was getting pulped, Dana had to deal with Shawn who had just gotten back up and attacked her. She let go of her grip on Randy and the boy curled up with a whimper, but not before Shawn had kicked her in the side of the head and knocked her sprawling on her back. Dana was dazed, and Shawn came down on her hard, kicking her in the ribs and then as she twisted to get back up, grabbing her by the neck and arm in a chokehold.

Her elbow shot back and caught Shawn in the gut, loosening his grip so she was able to escape. Shawn threw some fast punches at her, but she avoided the worst of them and tried to kick him in the groin again. She missed and but Shawn lost the initiative as he tried to protect himself. With Shawn distracted, Dana s lightning quick punch caught him in the nose and he fell back against the counter bleeding. Shawn was careful to protect his nuts, however and her crotch kick missed again. Shawn grabbed at her leg and managed to throw Dana off balance, then launched himself at her, trying to bring her to the floor where he could take advantage of his superior size and weight.

Normally Shawn could fight well and he thought he could take this girl, but his balls were still a white-hot agony that slowed his reactions down. The pain was unbearable and only the rush of adrenaline when he thought his brother might die had let him ignore it for a while. As Shawn grappled with the black girl, Dana was moving like an eel. Shawn couldn’t get a good hold and had to keep his nuts and eyes protected from her constant thrusts. Then Dana grabbed his sweats and yanked them and his boxers down. Shawn disengaged with his pants down, his good-sized dick and loose balls were both flopping around as he struggled up in confusion about what to do. He was torn pulling his pants back up and untangling himself.

Dana couldn’t suppress a chuckle but didn’t waste a second as she launched herself at Shawn. Shawn strained to get away, finally trying to shuck off his entangled sweats. Then Dana was able to reach between his legs from the back and she grabbed a hold of Shawn s loose balls. As Shawn felt the grip he brought his hands down but too late! Dana yanked hard on his sack with a vengeance, pulling and stretching his nuts out from the back. Shawn screamed and tried to break her grip but to no avail.

Dana grabbed Shawn s hair and kept up the pressure as the boy squirmed in agony and began to plead "Shit! (choke) Let go of my balls you bitch! (cough) Fuck!" Finally with a sheer act of desperation Shawn was able to kick with his feet and connect, which loosened Dana s grip long enough for him to break free. Shawn tried to fold himself up into a ball and protect his poor balls, his sweats and shorts finally shucked free. Then Dana noticed that Randy was up again and trying to run for the other room. It looked like Karen had just finished with Derek, so she called out a warning to Karen, who took off after Randy.

Dana looked down at the cringing Shawn and he looked up and begged, "Please
don’t hurt me any more. Pleeaasse."

Dana then demanded, "Admit that you raped Carla, you scumbag!"

Shawn moaned a little more and looked up "I didn’t. She wanted…” Wrong answer! Dana s foot slammed into Shawn s face, splitting his lip and loosening some teeth as he was thrown onto his back with a gurgle. "Thwack!" Dana planted her foot dead on into Shawn’s hanging balls with everything she had. Shawn curled up clutching his ruined balls as Dana pulled back her deadly foot.

"What was that? Did you rape Carla, Shawn?" she demanded again.

"I (choke) raped her...(moan)" Shawn whimpered.

"That s better, Shawn. I have already given you the punishment."

Randy was desperate, his balls were like globes of agony now but he knew he had to run. He headed for the door. Just as he made it to the door, he felt her hand grab his hair and spin him around. It was the blonde girl.

"Going somewhere, Randy? Don t you want to finish what you started?" Karen taunted. Randy was looking at her with pleading eyes, his hands both down covering his swollen balls.

"No please " he begged. "Didn’t Carla say no?" Karen asked him as she slammed her palm up into his nose, throwing Randy back and into the door. As Randy gasped and grabbed at his bloody nose, Karen moved forward to pin his arms back, bringing her foot up into a brutal forward karate kick. The kick threw all of her weight into the end of her foot, and her foot connected with Randy’s low hanging balls, crushing them up against the door. As white-hot agony shot through Randy, he tried to fall forward and bring his arms down, but he was pinned by Karen s iron hard arms. "Thwack!" Karen kicked again and slammed her heel into his crushed sack, then she kicked one more time for good measure and let the boy go. Randy slumped down holding his ruined balls, then vomited and fell unconscious from the pain.

Karen walked over to where Derek was beginning to stir, took his shorts off and checked out her work. One of his balls felt crushed but she thought the other still might be whole. She spread-eagled the boy on his back and took aim for his uncrushed nut.

Just then Derek stirred to consciousness and looked into Karen s eyes. "No!!!" he cried out as her foot arced down and slammed into his naked balls one more time. Right on target! She felt the other nut pop as Derek screamed and clutched at his ruined manhood. Just then they heard the sirens. The neighbors had called the cops.

Dana screamed, "Lets go!" but Karen stopped her. "Wait, they tried to rape us and we defended ourselves!" The story held and the girls were not charged with anything. In fact, the police wanted to charge the boys with rape but the girls let it drop because the
punishment had already been done.

Derek was sterile and was never the same again. Shawn had one ruptured testicle and was now deathly afraid of girls. In fact, he developed a crush on Dana, who made him her submissive slave. Randy s huge balls had miraculously survived a rupture despite their intense beating, but it was months before they felt all right again. He was in pain for a long time. After this event he was a good boy and he usually let girls make the first move because he was so scared of his older brother’s girlfriend.

Mandy Busts Mr. Martin (Tom Learns from Jennifer pt. 2)

By BB

Mandy did not know Tom very well, even though as a next door neighbor she had seen him occasionally coming and going over the two years they had lived there, although not much since she had witnessed by invitation Jennifer's brutal ball busting and beating of her husband for his insolence. Mandy was surprised he was still living there, but was glad that he was. Her excitement as she had watched with Ann, her girlfriend, as Jennifer had taught Tom the lesson of his life had been exquisite and she had kept an eye out for him since that beating a few weeks ago. She had been unable to get the thought out of her nearly sixteen-year-old mind that was rapidly developing in sexual maturity and curiosity.

Tom had seen her in the adjacent yard when she came out her back porch as he continued somewhat gingerly with his lawn work - he was still recovering from Jennifer's beating and ballbusting of him a few weeks back. Knowing what had happened to him and not seeing him much during that time, Mandy approached him with a smug smile.

"How are you feeling Mr. Martin?" Mandy asked smugly. "You're moving pretty slowly. Are you hurting anywhere still?" she giggled out at him. Tom ignored her, but felt his anger rising as she continued to drift over to him in her tightly cut off shorts and knotted shirt over her bare stomach. He suspected she was without a bra and noted without seeming to and realized that since he had moved here, the last two years she had experienced a dramatic change in her physical shape to where her barely budding breasts and gangly legs of a couple of years ago were rapidly maturing and that her legs were shapely and breasts were pushing against a blouse that was a little too tight now. Still her insolent manner and sly reference to his wife's beating were not something he had to take.

Mandy would not leave it alone and continued to make suggestive remarks to him regarding his slow movements and any pain he might still feel and if he had taken up any self defense courses because of the "neighborhood" and may other comments. She continued making them, not carefully watching his rising anger until she was just a few feet away from him.

Tom's anger over Mandy's mild taunting reached a point of action. He wasn't about to take any smart or leading remarks from this insolent young teenager. His memory of his humiliation in front of her by his wife welled up and he determined to take action and teach her a lesson. His aim wasn't to hurt the girl as much as scare her away. He shouted and made a short lunge at her leading with the garden rake he held in his hands.

Mandy was surprised at his attack with the rake and fell back landing on the ground in the freshly raked soil next to the limbs Tom had also been cutting. She was up in an instant however and brought herself into a defensive posture. Tom's anger had not dissipated and he made a lunge again, but Mandy was ready for him this time. As he closed in she stepped quickly aside and threw the dirt she had quickly grasped as she had risen from the ground into his eyes. Tom cried out in surprise and pain dropping the rake and clasping his hands to his eyes. Mandy knew from her attacks on her brother that even Tom's his well muscled twenty-three year old body would be no match for her as exposed as he had left himself. Maintaining his balance with a wide spread stance as he clasped his hands over his burning eyes left the bulge between his legs the perfect target for Mandy and she was not about to let the opportunity pass.

She felt a flicker of pleasure in her loins and throughout the rest of her body as she recognized the opportunity. With a smile of focused determination she stepped forward with her left foot while swinging her right leg back behind her and then forward with mighty force. The flash of her leg barely visible as it arced upwards towards the exposed bulge of Tom's groin. Her foot struck his balls squarely and she was able to feel with pleasure, as if in slow motion, the first touch of the top of her foot to his nuts as they came into contact and with force smashed them into his pelvis.

His reaction was that of any man, as his balls, which were still in the final stages of recovery from his beating by his wife a few weeks back, took on a life of their own sending that sickening gut wrenching pain instantaneously to the pit of his stomach and exploding throughout his entire frame. Mandy was quick and in the brief moment it took for the pain to register and his auto-reflexes to react, she quickly followed through by grasping his arms and driving her right knee again deeply into his tortured sack and then stepped back to enjoy the results of her brutal assault on Tom's groin.

With a cry of pain, Tom's legs came together as much as the pain would allow and he collapsed to his knees on the ground. His hands moved from his eyes and too late to his balls - the damage was done - but as far as Mandy was concerned it was far from over. Her eyes gleamed at Tom's cry and the shallow involuntary coughs that were caused by her foot and knee to his balls. The pain for Tom was incredible. His wife had crushed his balls wearing Mary Janes, which had to hurt worse, but they weren't recovering as they were now. Mandy's bare foot and knee crashing into his balls was agonizing to him.

Unknown to Mandy, two women were watching the action from concealed sidelines from separate locations. Tom's wife Jennifer who had humiliated and hurt him badly a few weeks back was watching from inside their home. The other woman watching was Mandy's mother, who had initially started to leave her home next to Tom and Jennifer's when she heard the commotion begin and saw Tom lunge at her daughter. When Mandy had quickly turned the table on Tom leaving him in agony, Tonya, Mandy's mother, decided to watch a while before she intervened.

Jennifer had been watching long enough to know what had precipitated the confrontation suspecting that Mandy had been wanting to do this for some time. Seeing that Mandy had so quickly achieved the upper hand, she determined she would let her have her fun with Tom for a while. Tom apparently still hadn't learned his lessons. An additional humiliation by this young girl would be just the thing. That kick to Tom's balls followed by Mandy's quick knee had sent an electric thrill through her depositing the condensed pleasure into her own groin. She vowed to have her pleasure with Tom later in one of her newly favorite dominating tricks she now used on him which gave her such great sexual relief - her strap on dildo. She had developed several techniques, which, while painful for Tom, extended her pleasure, and the techniques had almost grown addictive to her in their ability to create extreme pleasure for her.

"Good girl!" she said to herself as she watched Mandy strike twice with great effect. "Ohhhhhhh sweetie. You really nailed him good!" she moaned out as she watched Tom sink to the ground in obvious and tremendous pain. His expression of pain and surprise as this young woman had busted him dampened Jennifer's loins even further.

From the house next door, Mandy's mother also was now finding enjoyment in her daughter's domination of this neighborhood hunk. "Sink it in deep, baby. Hurt his balls good" her mother murmured pleasurably to herself when she saw her daughter's foot strike into Tom's groin. "Oh yes!" she ejaculated with gleaming eyes as her daughter had grabbed Tom's arms and drove her knee deeply into his still exposed manhood. Tonya had seen the bulge in between Tom's legs and she knew there would be a lot to hurt there.

She had busted a man or two herself and was proud of her daughter's attack. She wished it had been herself and if her daughter left enough of him, she vowed she would get to his balls in the near future and he would be doubly sorry for striking out at her daughter. For now however her daughter had the situation under control it appeared and she watched from her back bedroom with pleasure and anticipation. "Don't stop Mandy. Give it to him really good. I want to see your foot, fist and knee in his nuts several times more," she whispered to herself as her hand drifted to her own nether regions that were stimulated by her daughter's beating of her powerful neighbor.

As Tom moaned on his knees from the spreading testicular pain and retching coughs Mandy exulted in her prowess. "Hurts doesn't it?" Mandy asked in a voice that could not contain the smugness and enjoyment she felt as she stood over him watching his agony. "I really got them. Both times. I could feel them you know. I'll bet it hurt as bad as when Jennifer got you doesn't it?" she asked meanly.

"Spread your knees and let me kick you again," she demanded. His only response was another shallow cough. The pain was not abating. He hated the girl and what she had done to him, but all his strength had left him. His eyes were tightly closed and he didn't see her foot as it struck him forcefully in the side of his head, as she had quickly executed a spin kick that landed perfectly. He was knocked over with the violence of her kick and nearly stunned unconscious. She had hoped for him to remove his hands from his balls, but her brutal kick was not enough to overcome his natural reaction to protect his groin.

She knew she could have walked off and left him and he would have suffered enough, but the sense of pleasure in her own body and loins was something she wanted to prolong. It was a powerful feeling. She had beaten boys before and found them very stimulating, but to take this man and reduce him to a moaning heap was too great for her to stop now. She studied his groaning form for her next attack. She did not often have the pleasure of busting a boy's balls - and now a man's - but with each passing month, the thought of that domination to a boys and men's weakness thrilled her to think about it and left her loins with an indescribably delicious sensation. On the occasions when she did it and the win was pure heaven. And she made sure she always won.

It had almost happened too quick for her to anticipate the pleasure this time, but she vowed to extend her pleasure with him now. Watching him moaning from her work on his nuts was creating a hot fire between her legs which she planned to fuel even more. Tom lay on his side in a fetal ball and Mandy walked around to his back and drove two brutal kicks into his kidneys making him arch just to the point where she wanted him. Not recognizing the chance she was taking - he was a man with a man's strength and could turn on her and he was recovering from her last kick to his head - she quickly dropped to the ground and grabbed his luxurious hair tightly in her hands and pulled the back of his head towards her with force into the juncture between her thighs and quickly and tightly wrapped her attractive adolescent legs into a choke hold around his throat and began to squeeze.

Tom kept his hands on his balls a long while, but eventually uncovered them and grasped her legs as his windpipe was constricted and he struggled mightily against her constrictor force as her legs slowly but insistently squeezed tighter and tighter around his throat. The tremendous pain in his groin kept him occupied while Mandy's legs choked his throat, but as he lost air first one ineffectual hand and then the other began to relax its struggle from her powerful legs and he feebly attempted to remove her powerful legs from his throat, but the strength of her legs was more than he could handle in the condition which her kicks and sleeper holds had placed him. When he was unconscious she released her tightly constricting leg hold from his throat rather reluctantly. His frantic efforts to breathe had placed an enjoyable pressure against her young cunt and provided an intense thrill she had not expected. It felt great! It was much more pleasurable than her own hand which she had used to pleasure herself in the last few months.

His hands finally gripping in panic at her figure four leg hold around his throat had been added spice as that had encouraged her to squeeze tighter while she listened to his futile attempts to breathe through her choke hold. Next time, she thought as she moved into the next phase of her plan, she might slow down the choking of her opponent just to extend their distress and prolong her pleasure.

Moving quickly she went to the rake lying on the ground and stuck the head of the rake in a deep hole near the sidewalk she had noticed where a fence post had been removed and with a mighty pull snapped the head of the rake off leaving the handle remaining in her hands. She went back to Tom, who in his unconscious state lay with his legs loosely apart. His balls and cock were outlined neatly beneath his cotton shorts giving the appearance of plums and sausage covered tightly by cloth. She was tempted to step forward and give him another hard kick to his balls, but didn't want to waste it. Much of the pleasure is from the cry of pain, the facial expression which emitted so much emotion, and the coughing and retching she caused as she busted a males nuts. Her plan she knew was worth holding back for now. If he wasn't conscious when she was finished with her preparations, she thought she might give him a kick to see if it would be enough to wake him. Taking the stick she went to his feet and untied the laces of his shoes, but kept them tight enough to keep his feet encased within them. She kept his legs spread about three feet apart and tightly tied his shoe laces to the rake handle leaving his legs in a vulnerable and immovable vee. She had made her own spreader bar and she looked with satisfaction at her work. She would make him suffer now. Another thrill spread from her sexual core as she imagined what she would do to him.

He was coming around now and she went to his head and placed her bare foot onto his throat and pressed down tightly until he gagged. She then kicked the heel of her foot against his jaw enough to jar him. "Wake up Mr. Martin. The fun is just beginning. I'm going to hurt your nuts good now. I've really been wanting a turn at you since Jennifer taught you a lesson. I know she is a woman, but you'll learn that little teenagers can hurt you badly too. I bet they really heart right now, but your ball pain is just beginning. I'm going to make you cry from me busting your nuts," here eyes gleamed with anticipation and the signs of pain and fear and anger she saw in his eyes and expression.

Tom was angry at her insolence and wanted now to tear into her no matter the consequence to himself and he threw himself at her as much as his pain would allow in an attempt to rise quickly, but the improvised spreader bar she had placed between his legs left him flopping and she jumped back laughing at the predicament in which she had left him.

"Can't get up?" she asked. "Well let’s see if we can make you more comfortable while you are down." With those words she had moved towards her shoelace tied spreader bar and with a powerful lift for her size lifted and pushed his legs into a vertical position, the spreader bar holding them perfectly apart for what was to come next.

Tom knew as well and cried out in panic in a voice strained by extreme pain. "Oh no. You little bitch. Put my legs down." Tom tried a sit up, but his aching balls cramped his efforts. Mandy had more in mind for them. Stepping forward and planting her left foot firmly and quickly, she raised her right foot high over his exposed plum sized balls and with a sparkle of desire to create indescribable pain for Tom and thrills of ecstasy for her brought her foot crashing down into his nuts with tremendous force. She felt with pleasure the heel of her foot smash into his nuts that telegraphed so much pain for Tom.

His legs bucked involuntarily, but even before the pain could travel to his guts in that sickening feeling his mouth let out a howl of agony which died into a quavering groan as her foot struck again even more deeply. While the pain slid quickly into all parts of his body, he ejaculated a plea for her to stop which pleased her even more. Being experienced in busting the balls of boys in the neighborhood, she watched as the waves of agony washed over his face and convulsed his body.

When she felt it had penetrated him thoroughly she judged by his tormented moans and choking, retching gasps and twisting to avoid a pain which he cold not, she gave a second and final viscous stomp to his agonized balls with the heel of her attractive foot before releasing her hold on the spreader bar and letting his legs slam to the ground. Tom attempted to curl up into a fetal ball, but the spreader that Mandy had put on his legs prevented that and left him more exposed. Mandy moved to him and watched with indescribable pleasure as tears of pain and his cries of gut wrenching pain she had caused washed over him in waves.

"Oh my balls!" he cried out in gasping and choking sobs. "Oh, god, my balls." He choked out between his involuntary retching and coughing gasps of pain. His sobs, which she had torn from him from her brutal beating, were involuntary and his cries of his tortured nuts died into moans as he lay there in pain.

"Ohhhhhh, " Mandy said as she watched with pleasure, "I bet you really are hurting now," enjoying the tears and the involuntary choking gasps he emitted. Her energy was up and she wanted to do more, but had an indescribable desire to bring herself off sexually and had experienced that at her own hands in her relatively young life. She sensed a desire to sit of his face and to grind the burning sensual sensation between her legs into a satisfying explosion onto his face and mouth and lips, but did not have the experience and was confused by that desire which seemed so conflicting with her desire to kick him.

In both pleasure and a tiny bit of sexual frustration she placed her foot on his head and ground it down into the earth and then left moaning and retching while she went to her room to bring herself off and remember the pleasure of taking a man and putting his balls in their place. Her hard and stiffened nipples of her swelling breasts, almost painful in their excited state, and her heated pussy were all signs of her soon to be sixteen year old body maturing into a woman who would take her pleasure from men and boys as she wished.

Tonya Adams had watched her daughter from behind the blinds of her bedroom complete her last nut busting maneuver with a mixture of pride, pleasure and envy. She had watched with initial curiosity the maneuver of tying his shoes with laces to the rake handle, but as if by telepathy she understood what her daughter had intended well before the last lace had been knotted to the handle. It was with tingling pleasure in her sex that she had exclaimed involuntarily, "Oh yes baby, oh yes!" when she saw her daughters foot pound into the man's nuts.

The man's exclamations of pain were easily heard and provided a thrill to her nearly equal to that of her daughters. The heel of her right foot had stomped hard into the carpet to mimic her daughters busting of her neighbor's balls as she had watched the viscous stomping and as an exclamation point to her pleasure in watching. She imagined her foot scrambling his nuts and felt the thrill of orgasm approach. Her hand drifted to between her legs tightly covered by her cut off shorts and she massaged herself to full and long orgasm as with her eyes closed she re-enacted what her daughter had done to Tom Martin and began to anticipate when she would be doing the same to him, slowly developing a passionate and pleasurable anger towards him over his threat to her daughter. That her daughter had beaten him brutally was of no consequence. She wanted her own turn to bust his balls and before the summer was over she intended to do just that.

Tom's wife Jennifer watched with appreciation and envy as Mandy walked away swinging her pert bottom in a display of proud female sensual allure and control from her winning. She would have to keep an eye on Mandy. She couldn't help from the pleasurable sensation watching Mandy had left her, but also knew she would have to use her knowledge of this situation to have Mandy introduce her to her eighteen year old brother for a little ballbusting action of her own, now that Tom would be out of commission for a few days. She was envious, because she knew she would have to let Tom's nuts recover a bit, but watching his beating at the hands of the maturing adolescent made her want a fight with him again.

Watching Mandy brutalize her Tom had left her on the verge of orgasm and she allowed the images to continue to float in her mind as she went out to help Tom back inside and begin his oral pleasuring of her. She planned several hours of grinding her cunt against his face to bring her off. She would take care of his balls later after they had a few days to recover.

Tom Learns from Jennifer

By BB

Mandy did not see Jennifer and Tom fight the next day as Jennifer had promised, so she never knew if they had fought that the day after watching her brutalize Greg in her fight with him. She had fantasized about the fight that Jennifer and Tom might have had, had they let her watch, but it was not the same as being there.

The thought of the two adults going at it in a no holds barred physical contest melted her insides as she envisioned Jennifer dominating Tom in a fight until he pleaded for mercy as Greg and other boys had done under her youthful punishment. When she thought about it she realized she had not seen them much at all since that day when Greg had crawled from her victorious field of battle holding his balls in agony as he moaned in humiliated and very pained defeat. It had not been the last time for him either.

On occasion, she saw the comings and goings of Jennifer and Tom, but almost always separately and her parents had let slip in their conversations that the young couple next door might be having a few problems in their now one year marriage. At night she had heard their occasional shoutings and some thumps and muffled cries of pain from next door, but those few times merely fueled her curiosity and imaginings.

It was nearly the anniversary of Mandy's first ball stomping defeat of Greg when Jennifer saw Mandy outside as she came home from work and waved to her. On the occasions Mandy saw Jennifer she was always struck by how beautiful she thought Jennifer was and sophisticated in her striking business suits. About 27 and 5'6" in height Jennifer was entering her span of peak years of maturity and beauty. She was four years older than her husband Tom and believed that might be part of her problem with him. Jennifer's finely shaped feminine, but muscular taut legs were her best feature in Mandy's opinion, although as Mandy's Dad had observed and stated when his wife wasn't present, 'That Jennifer is quite a package." meaning he liked all of her features. Slender and graceful with a well but not overly endowed bust, Jennifer exuded a confident elegance and sexuality in her manner. While elegant and graceful, her appearance was one of well-toned muscular power as well. Her confident stride and purposeful manner made it clear that she would not be deterred in her objectives and any one in her way would have regrets when she finished with him. Mandy knew she would not want to tangle with her.

"Mandy, come on over," Jennifer called to Mandy as their eyes met while Jennifer was heading into her house. Mandy responded by breaking into a large smile and skipping over to Jennifer's drive, her well shaped bare legs flashing attractively in the sunlight. "Remember last year when I said I would invite you over to watch Tom and I fight after you crushed that bully Greg?"

"Yes, I remember, but you never did call me. Did you have a fight and did you win?" Mandy asked with an expectant gleam in her eyes.

"No, we didn't that next night, but we have had some run-in's recently. That's the reason I called you over. I'm tired of him and the way he acts like such a spoiled child anymore. I'm calling a showdown tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it. I want to really make him hurt. Really hurt where it will count. You know what I mean," Jennifer said looking Mandy straight in the eye with a cruel glint.

"I know what you mean," Mandy smiled in reply pantomiming with her attractive adolescent leg a knee being driven into a groin.

"Good girl, you've got the picture, only if I have my way, there will be a lot more than just a knee and it will be my pleasure to do it to him too. He has really grown insufferable and obstinate. I would like someone here to watch me humiliate him. He is petty and thinks he is just too tough. He doesn't know the meaning. I want to make him pay for this past year and pay for it into the future." Just hearing Jennifer's voice state her desire to crush her husband left Mandy feeling slightly weakened with excitement as she imagined Jennifer doing to Tom what she had done to Greg several times since the first time.

Jennifer continued, "I overheard your folks yesterday saying the family was going to the lake this weekend. I know it is a holiday week end and most of the neighborhood will be gone, which is going to be perfect for me, but would your parents let you come over instead while they are at the lake? Would you mind staying? I think you might get to see more fun that you would have at the lake. Don't tell them what it is about though, I don't think they would like that, although I don't think your mother minds you hurting boys they way you do. By the way, it is very exciting to watch you physically master those boys. Would you like to watch me beat Tom? I would really like to have you watching. I want to return the exciting favor you gave me last year. You could bring one of those other pretty girls that you run around with if you like."

Mandy's response was an instant "Yes!! Don't worry about Mom; she'll let me stay here with you. In fact, she frequently says she wishes I would grow up to be more like you. This will be perfect! Besides, it would surprise you if I told you some of the things about my Mom. I think you might like them."

"Come about 3:00 o'clock" Jennifer said closing the conversation with a satisfied smile and a shiver of anticipation. Mandy arrived a few minutes ahead of 3:00 p.m. and brought her friend Anne with her. Both were very excited since Mandy had explained to Anne what had transpired the day before. The neighborhood was empty and quiet since there had been a block party which the neighbors had agreed to move to the local lake. Anne's family, who lived several blocks away, had gone to visit relatives and had reluctantly allowed her to go with Mandy and avoid the family outing. Mandy's mother had asked only a few questions and then allowed her daughter to stay. When the girls opened the gate walked into the tall fenced back yard where they had heard sounds of heated conversation, Jennifer saw them and waved them in.

"What are they doing here?" Tom had asked surprised and sullenly.

"I invited them to watch me bust you up," Jennifer responded assertively.

"Fine by me, only they are going to learn their place from the lesson I'll be teaching you," Tom stated toughly.

"I'm ready whenever you are," Jennifer said.

"Girls go ahead and take those two ring side seats," Jennifer said pointing to two lawn chairs. Tom knew all too well the power of his maturing wife. Since the episode where Jennifer had brought him off with her hand while they both watched Mandy humiliate her brother in a fight with the final crushing kicks to his balls, he and Jennifer had "tussled" more than once in the ensuing weeks, but then things had changed gradually between them to a point of underlying but mutual anger towards each other. During those earlier "tussles" he had held his own even while holding back and letting Jennifer sometimes overcome him, in his own mind, but the tussles had never gotten really serious. A few times he had taken a bared knee in the balls when the tussling became a bit rambunctious, but never too hard and they were always accidental according to Jennifer and they would eventually move on to other adult activities in which he assumed the dominant role. In a real struggle, he knew she would be no match for him and had decided now, since she was forcing the issue, that he would teach her a lesson she would not forget. He might make it so that she wouldn't be able to forget it.

He had resisted her arguments at first, but as she had challenged his manhood he felt he had reached sufficient grounds to teach her a lesson. And after the first lesson, he vowed to bully her every chance he got. While the two adolescent girls were well shaped for their age, they eyed Jennifer Martin with a certain envy as she stood in her aggressive pose facing her husband Tom.

The girls themselves had nothing to be ashamed of and were just in the early stages of maturing into what would be ravagingly attractive women. For their ages they were knockouts in themselves. Jennifer Martin was wearing a sports type bikini of which the bottom was cut to accentuate her well shaped legs making them appear long enough to kick out and touch the moon. The top firmly held her breasts in place with the nipples pointing aggressively into the fabric displaying them clearly. Jennifer's long luxuriant hair was pulled back and tied into an unbraided ponytail by a forest green elastic hair band. Mandy noted she was also wearing black shoes with a strap to hold it firmly to her foot that Mandy's mother had often called Mary Janes. They appeared delicate and yet looked as though attached to a woman that knew how to use her feet and legs would create a lot of damage to a man, in about any place she would choose to strike. Firm rounded toe and low broad hard heel which clacked when it struck a hard surface made Mandy warm inside when she thought of the hurt she could cause her brother or any other boys when kicking their face, stomach and best of all their nuts with shoes like those. Those shoes meant business and Mandy felt a tingle in her own groin as she envisioned what those shoes behind well-placed kicks might do to Jennifer's man.

Still the girls weren't certain. Even though only twenty-two, Tom was not a boy and even though Mrs. Martin seemed to be vibrating with emotional energy, Tom appeared a formidable opponent with his broad chest, hard stomach and muscular legs. In his own eye he had a mean glint as he stared with insolent confidence at his wife. The girls whispered to one another that they would be prepared to help break his balls if he started getting the better of Mrs. Martin. Who said a fight had to be fair?

Watching the anger in her eyes, Tom was sure her first strike would be into his nutsack and he positioned himself for defense of his jewels. Jennifer was confident of her win and knew Tom might get in a punch or two but in her own mind the outcome and agony she would inflict on Tom were as good as a sure bet. At this stage of the fight, each envisioned themselves as victors.

Mandy and Anne watched while Tom and Jennifer circled each other cautiously, Tom's larger frame blotting out Jennifer from the watching girls view each time as they maneuvered in circles. Finally Tom's patience for waiting for the most desirable opening wore thin and he approached Jennifer in a crouch with left arm and hand lowed to protect his balls with the intent to bowl her over. The lowered arm and hand were all Jennifer needed and in the last three feet of his approach she sprung from her low defensive position into a devastatingly powerful spinning circle in which her well shaped right leg extended itself with her right foot crushing into the side of Tom's head. The heel of the Mary Jane gave a forceful crack and Tom's body fell hard on his right side with him too stunned to utter a sound.

She was serious, his spinning head told him, but it was too late and his head hurt too much to take a defensive action as she crowded towards him drawing her foot back and striking the toe of her Mary Jane into his exposed throat. If he had wanted to say anything before he couldn't now other than to moan or scream out - intelligible words could not make it past the pain of his kicked windpipe. This forceful kick had laid him out and back on the thick grass with the pain from her powerful kick involuntarily convulsing him into a position wrestlers refer to as a bridge, where head and neck and the feet keep the body elevated off the mat to avoid a pin. While useful in wrestling, it merely exposed his walnut sized balls and thick cock beneath his cotton shorts as the most desired target on Jennifer's wish list.

She thrilled at this early opportunity to kick into his nuts and knew it wouldn't last long -it would be only a second or two before he collapsed from this involuntary position of pain. Mandy and her friend Anne also recognized this opportunity which shouldn't be wasted. Only for a moment they feared that Jennifer would not come through with the blow to his nuts since he was her husband. Each girl observed excitedly that Tom's balls and cock were bigger than those of the boys they had witnessed before. They wondered silently if the bigger the balls the greater the pain.

Both shouted with demand in unison, "Kick his balls Mrs. Martin, kick his balls! Hurt him good! Please!" they begged and were satisfied as Jennifer favored them with a cruel glint in her eye and went into action.

Staring almost mesmerized by this opportunity at his nuts she whispered, "Beautiful." to herself at this wonderful opportunity to do Tom hurtful damage for the disinterest and pain she had experienced from him the past few months, and then without wasting a motion Jennifer glided forward closing the distance between where she stood and where her last powerful kick to the throat had landed Tom. She seized opportunity while it was available to her, planting her left foot firmly outside of his right hip while arcing her right leg and foot backwards and then in a single graceful motion forward brought her Mary Jane clad foot powerfully between the elevated vee created by his legs just as his agonized body reached it's involuntary arching apex from her last kick to his throat.

In this instant of his helpless pained state, Tom could only witness the inevitable through the welling tears of hurt in his eyes from her kick to his throat and head as her pretty leg accelerated toward his balls. The toe of her Mary Jane drove deep into the vee of his legs and punched his scrotum and balls deep into him leaving her with a pleasured and satisfied feeling especially as his body bucked with her strike and she heard the animal sound of his tortured scream from the agony she created in his balls. She felt his legs close involuntarily and powerfully from anguished pain against her right leg which was still placed deep in his crotch with her knowing that his pain was tremendous. His muscular thighs closing on her ankle only increased her sense of power and pleasured feeling knowing that his legs were drawn tight involuntarily by the monstrous hurt her kick had given to his balls and knowing his thighs were no match for hers even in his involuntary tortured state.

She wiggled her foot savagely scrambling his nuts, maintaining the pain at a crescendo level and then drew back forcefully bringing her knee up high enough to touch her breast and then delivered a tremendous stomp to his pain softened gut before the powerful contraction of his muscles pulled him into a fetal ball from her previous deep nut kick. His whoosh of air left him feeling the pain in his balls, but no air to even scream further in agony. He was silenced and gasping by her stomping. When Jennifer's powerful kick had connected with Tom's nutsack, she had shouted "Yes!" in exultation while the girls sitting in the lawn chairs watching with admiration at her power had leapt from their chairs and also shouted "Ohhhh Yesssss!" excitedly in delighted chorus.

Jennifer and the two watching girls were getting wet and fiery in their loins with Jennifer's easy triumph of Tom and the promise of more to come. Anne's hand had drifted lazily to between her slender silken thighs thinking it might be even easier to beat men than it had the boys she had humiliated but recognized that Jennifer was a full grown woman with powerful shapely calves, thighs, and ankles with a hardened belly and muscular arms like her own, only more matured. She thought forward with anticipated pleasure to a future when she would be busting a man's balls rather than a boys.

Mandy also felt the heated pleasure between her legs and wondered if her new idol, Jennifer, felt these same sensations. She vowed to ask her later. Jennifer and the two girls watched and listened in appreciation at Tom's agonized sounds of testicular torture. His gagging and retching sounds proved his pain and the stuttering cough was almost sweet music to Jennifer knowing what had caused it. Jennifer stood with her feet firmly planted apart a small distance away from Tom, her golden legs and abdomen gleaming in the afternoon sun. She was pleased and disappointed. Pleased that Tom was suffering deeply from her three powerful kicks which had happened more quickly and with spectacular early result much greater than she had expected and disappointed because he was not getting up. It was too soon to be over.

No way she thought to herself. He was going to suffer much more before the sun set today. She watched him try to rise twice but his pain kept him pulled to the ground, his groans of misery describing pain in his balls that kept the woman and girls entertained. Their desire for more action though eventually overcame their watchful pleasure and imaginings and they fervently hoped for Tom to rise again for another fall.

"My balls!" he choked out between panting gasps and whimpers of pain. "You've crushed my nuts Jen. Ohhhhhh, my nuts! I can't get up. It hurts too bad. You really racked me bad," he whimpered in defeat, the fight gone from him too soon. While he spoke he struggled to his knees, bending forward at the waist, both hands cupping his swelling and very aching testicles, choking gasps coming from him.

"Be a man!" Jennifer spoke down to the squirming form of her hurting husband. "We haven't even begun yet. If you don't get up I'll have Mandy and Anne help you up. I'll have them strip you and then you'll get a real going over. You have earned it," she threatened to the delight of the girls who immediately stood up to do her bidding anticipating creating some pain of their own on him, but Jennifer waved them back which was disappointing for them.

Tom almost appeared not to have heard, but in a few moments with his hands clutched to his balls he began to lever himself up at his waist to face her. He wasn't thinking clearly and while still on his knees he looked at Jennifer and since his throat was damaged from her kick, could only mouth the words which Jennifer and Mandy and Anne easily read from the movement of his lips, "You bitch."

Jennifer smiled in delighted fury. She had feared he might want to give up and crawl away, but this unwise and unheard remark, only mouthed due to the pain in his throat, would ensure a second round of torture for him and more. Mandy and Anne were expecting more immediate powerful kicks from Mrs. Martin's beautiful legs into Tom in retribution to his seen but unheard remark and were already rubbing their thighs together in excitement. They were hoping again for a combination which would expose his groin like before, but Jennifer surprised them by kneeling down face to face against her kneeling husband and grabbing his head and looking deep into the pain found within his eyes and said in a whisper, "I'm going to love hurting you even more. Thank you for calling me a bitch. It's going to make your suffering all the sweeter for me. I've really wanted this the past few months since you have been acting like such a jerk." and then she kissed him deep and long on his mouth and then rose while he was still kneeling and with her hands steadying and controlling his head, drew her knee back and slammed it full force into his face once, twice and then three times crushing his nose and leaving him senseless, but not so much that he removed his hands from his tortured nut sack from her one earlier kick to protect his face.

She was watching for his release of his balls to protect his face knowing that again with her superior position of upright dominance and he on his knees before her she could really do a job on his balls. In her minds eye she envisioned her foot sweeping back and then viciously forward toward his unprotected balls. He didn't leave his balls unprotected despite her brutal knees to his face though and she continued with her strategy. Grabbing his hair and ears tightly she forced his head back exposing his throat and she gave him a final right knee to the throat. Still, he protected his precious jewels even though he gagged horribly from her knee thrust to his neck. She switched to her left knee planting three more knees to his head and face before grabbing one of his arms and began pulling it back and forcing the tendons and ligaments to strain to the point of it being a useless offensive or defensive tool against her.

Despite his pain in face and balls, Tom struggled against her demanding pressure on his arm sensing her desire to expose his groin and the rest of his body to her powerful kicks again leaving him helpless to provide what little protection he could in his present state. Her pressure was relentless and eventually inch-by-inch he lost the battle for his arm and she had his arm behind him and twisted. This beginning pain as she twisted more was nothing like the agony remaining in his balls, but still he struggled hoping for her to weaken first.

She worked until having his arm where she wanted it, behind him and up while he knelt trying to stay upright, she then planted a powerful kick with her left Mary Jane into the middle of his back which punched him face down to the ground and increased her leverage on his arm until she twisted his ligaments and finished the usefulness of his arm off by stomping her right foot on his shoulder joint while she twisted and pulled, ultimately dislocating his arm. His cry was muffled by the grass which forced itself into his mouth as he screamed.

Momentarily he forgot about his balls in this wrenching torture. Jennifer dropped his now useless arm and it flopped to his side. Mandy and Anne on the chairs watching squirmed in delight at the renewed one-sided action. Tom's one hand lay beneath him cupping most of his ball sack. Jennifer thought only for a moment about leaving him one arm for defense, but quickly decided against it. This wasn't about mercy or fairness, it was about making good with her grudge and showing him who was boss. "Kicking him where it counted," as she had told Mandy. When she finished with him he would be changed and understand he was not to oppose her in anything. Her wish would be his command. No questions asked. If not, she realized she could have any man and beat them just as well.

Tom wasn't the only man, but probably the most hurting right now she thought and smiled with grim satisfaction. With this realization she went after his other arm, first by standing to one side of his prone and pained body and stomping down fiercely on his good shoulder softening him up while he still lay face down, like banging a jar rim on a counter until it loosened and the lid could be easily twisted off.

"Stomp his muscles to jelly!" Mandy yelled out excitedly with a cruel gleam in her eye. She had only seen the boys’ ball bags and cocks she had humiliated and she was anxious to see Tom's hoping Jennifer would not stop now. She knew Jennifer would be in absolute control of Tom's beating once she made his arms totally useless. There would be no question - not that there had been much to this point. In the future it was clear that Tom would no longer be calling the shots. She hoped Jennifer would strip him naked leaving his plums exposed for more abuse and so she could see them. She wondered with excited pleasure what her own small foot, fist and knee would feel like smashing against his nuts and shivered with enjoyment at the thought. Her hand, like Anne's drifted to between her thighs and she softly but firmly massaged her place of pleasure.

Jennifer gave several cruel kicks utilizing her fabulous legs and feet to strike devastating blow into Tom's ribs, side and hip until he cried out in anguish and tried to move himself up, but his damaged arm was too much hindrance and he succeeded only in helping Jennifer as she used the opportunity of his lift to rip his remaining good arm out to the side and then sat perpendicular to him down on the ground as he tried to pull his arm back with all his remaining strength while Jennifer pulled his arm out and then holding him firmly by the wrist with her two hands. With her long attractive legs she gave a brutal kick to the side of his head while pulling his arm and with her other foot and leg and stomped down underneath his arm. Each hit created different, but satisfying sounds of heel against flesh and cries of pain from her victim upon impact.

Jennifer continued to apply her shapely leg pressure at those points and pulled torturously on his arm towards the vee of her seated crotch created by her legs while gasps of pain escaped Tom's tortured throat. Tom fought hard to retain his arm from becoming a useless appendage under Jennifer's pressure and despite her tremendous effort was holding his own until Jennifer moved her left foot forcing his head almost from his neck back down to his tortured throat and reapplied the pressure cutting off the blood supply and oxygen to him until he weakened sufficiently for her to successfully wreak havoc without restraint on his remaining arm and then dancing up in triumph as both his arms lay uselessly beside him.

Eyeing him laying face down on his stomach with his useless arms beside him Jennifer prepared for her next acts of aggression. Jennifer ordered Tom to roll over, but in his pain he did not hear her or elected to ignore her. That was cool with her; she could accomplish her goal in more than one way. "Spread your legs Tom. Now!"

Tom did not do as he was ordered. Jennifer stood back and placed her foot forcefully between his resisting thighs twisting her foot towards nuts that his now useless arms would no longer allow his hands to protect. She looked forward to renewing the peak agony he would feel in his balls which she would create. She worked her foot towards his clenched legs with pleasure and determination. Her mouth opened slackly in anticipated pleasure and her eyes gleamed sensing his desperation in resisting and struggling against her intrusion between his legs. He was using all the exertion he could muster and pleading at the same time for her to stop which excited her to hear his begging for mercy. Now she was on a mission and would stop only when she had conquered him into complete submission.

She was winning and nearing her objective when in a last gesture of defiance Tom twisted his body as violently as possible in his condition with Jennifer's foot between his legs causing her to be off balance and fall down. Using her natural athletic abilities she made the fall almost seem planned and struck out strong and hard twice with the heel of her Mary Jane into the back of Tom's thighs causing them to numb and she easily pulled her other foot out from between his legs. With his legs still numbed and suffering from those blows, Jennifer scrambled and grabbed his ankles and twisted him over to his back and then with forceful strength pulled his legs apart, one to each side of her, and leaned forward folding his legs as much as they would go to the sides of his chest, like an accordion, fully exposing his genitals in their cotton cloth covering to the putting her face only a foot or so directly above his.

The eager eyes of Mandy and Anne anticipated the explosive strikes from Jennifer's knees. Jennifer looked deeply into Tom's eyes from her position of superiority and saw in his eyes fear and anguish as he understood what she intended to do to his jewels and he was helpless to stop it. He attempted to twist on his back but was helpless against her pressure. His movement caused one of his balls to escape from beneath the cloth covering making Anne and Mandy shiver in delight and wish for the rest of him to be exposed, but it didn't happen despite their highest hope. Jennifer was strategically positioned to do him damage if she wanted and they fervently hoped she wanted.

"I'm really going to hurt you now Tommy. Really hurt you - right where it counts most. It will give me the greatest pleasure you have ever given me. You've been a son of a bitch the last few months and it's going to cost you now. I'm wet now just thinking about what I am going to do next. You know what it is don't you? Prepare yourself," Jennifer said with languid pleasure in her voice, her eyes bright with the anticipation of using her shapely knees to crush his balls at her leisure while she kept him helpless in this position. They both knew there was no escape for him in her dominant position and the position of helplessness in which she held him. No rolling into a fetal ball of protection. No twisting in escape. No way to use his more powerful body from this position to overcome hers. He was at her mercy. He did not see mercy in her eyes. His balls still ached ferociously and he thought even without any more hits they might burst.

He moaned and whimpered in pleading submission asking her in a choked whisper, "You win, please you win. Please Jenn, don't do my balls again. Please."

"It’s not over yet Tommy. Not yet Tommy, not yet. You called me a bitch. I'm going to show you what a ball busting bitch is like," she grinned ferociously. “Your pain is just beginning. Remember, you asked for it. I'm loving it. You are going to hurt, Tommy. Right where it really counts," she said with a husky pleasure which frightened Tom even further.

Mandy and Anne were very excited at this clever hold Jennifer had achieved. In their own minds they envisioned their own use of it and dreamed they would smash the balls hurtfully and without mercy of anyone they got in this position. Their excitement and anticipation deepened as they waited for the finale. A man could only take so much they knew even if they did deserve more pain than a girl could dish out. It was obvious that Tom was completely helpless now against Jennifer and that Jennifer could do whatever she wanted against his balls and they hoped it would be plenty.

They cheered her on, "Finish him Mrs. Martin! Finish him! He can't get away. You've got him perfect. Crush his nuts. Knee him where it counts and so he'll remember it for a long time Mrs. Martin." Their excitement was in their voices and actions as their slender well shaped legs squirmed to increase the friction between them; their breasts of puberty thrust their recently formed nipples against the cloth of their t-shirts in excitement.

Jennifer looked back in satisfaction, glad she had these enthusiastic witnesses and from her look the girls knew she was going to grant their wish and finish him. They lay back languorously with their fingers busily caressing themselves in pleasure saving the peaks to coincide with the devastating knees to Tom's groin they would soon witness.

"Please," Tom begged in a whining voice to Jennifer which she found surprisingly pleasant to listen to in the circumstances. "You win. I'll do whatever you ask. I prom...” Balancing on her left leg, she drew her right knee up and back as far as possible and drove it in with all her power striking deeply into his exposed groin catching him in mid sentence. She felt him shudder with the crush of her knee as he spasmed from the pain she caused and watched his eyes grow bright with pain and then dull and finally close in agony listening to the scream which gurgled from his throat. She had caught him good, but in her position and control over him there would be many chances now to improve her performance. His spasms of pain from the power of her knee to his groin created the opposite and pleasant sensation in her own - the excited tingle that was swelling with her dominance was reaching crescendo proportions. With his back pressed tightly into the grass covered earth and her power pressing dominantly down to him he could only submit himself for more abuse.

When the knee had struck home, despite his loud cry, she had heard Mandy or Anne or maybe both shout "Oh Yesss!!" in pleasure and could hear them saying now "Again, again, again - Do it Mrs. Martin, finish him again - he still hasn't passed out, knee him again, harder this time."

"Please," Tom choked out in a gurgled whimper, "No more. I'm begging for mercy." his voice choked and coughed out from the pain just audible enough to barely reach the girls. In between his pleading he groaned from the terrible messages of pain his balls were sending to his brain.

"Don't listen to him Mrs. Martin. Make him really hurt Mrs. Martin, just like Anne and I have done to Greg and Paul. He can take it. He has to take it. Knee him again so it counts.” The girls were panting out the words now with increasingly excited pleasure.

"You're not a little boy. You're a man. You must learn to be punished like a man, even if it is by a woman," Jennifer said and then altered her position and slammed her other knee deep into his already crushed groin. His scream had not died from her ears when she struck again and then again. She reached her own orgasm with the fourth crushing knee to his nutsack. She recovered from the most powerful orgasm in her memory while Tom shuddered and convulsed beneath her sustaining her pleasure.

His face radiated the pain his balls must feel and yet she remained unsympathetic. He had brought this on, not her, she felt. She would be in control now. She knew from this onslaught that his plum size balls would be the size of large oranges by tomorrow and hurt for weeks. She was pleased. Each step when he moved for the next few weeks would painfully remind him who was boss and what he could expect if he didn't satisfy. It was good to be a winner and dominant over a man who by size and gender was rated more powerful but was now helpless, hurt and humiliated beneath her. It had been easy. Much easier than she had thought. She was unscathed and experienced an increasing sexual excitement from it all. She had not really expected to orgasm with her triumph, but that she did made it even sweeter. His shuddering and screams from her violent attack on his nuts had excited her tremendously, ultimately to the point of an incredible orgasm. The intensely pleasurable feeling of his quaking in pain beneath her was a turn-on that could not be duplicated in other ways. Something to use again on Tom and perhaps other men and maybe boys.

"Once more Mrs. Martin,” the girls encouraged. “Finish him. Stomp his nuts this time. Knock him out!" She listened to the girls and agreed and thought it would be a rewarding touch to give one last kick that would make him unconscious and wake up into his world of pain again. She smiled down into his agonized and pleading eyes, listening to his coughing and near retching from the tremendous pain she had forced him to endure and then stood up and before his strained legs could recover to more normal and protective positions, she drew back a perfectly shaped and tanned leg, fully bent at the knee and pulled it tight against the thin cloth covering her excited and tautly nippled breast and then drove it down into his nutsack, the black heel of her shoe burying itself in his scrotum. His scream was brief and when she looked up towards his face she saw his eyes roll back and his face black out. She thought about it philosophically. That last kick had pleasured her and would give him a few minutes of peace until he came to. Watching him try to walk the next few weeks would be a treat she thought. He would not forget this beating and she would use her dominance from this fight to her fullest advantage.

"Ooooohhhhhhh, yesssssssssss!” Mandy and Anne pronounced together as their hands relaxed their manipulations on themselves through their thin shorts as this last kick ended the fight. Tom was still fully clothed in his tight t-shirt and loose exercise shorts with only one swollen testicle partially displayed and it was the one disappointing aspect of this pleasurable afternoon to Mandy and Anne. They had hoped at least to see him fully exposed instead of remaining clothed in t-shirt and briefs, no matter how tight. They had hungered to have an opportunity to fight him themselves and had hoped Mrs. Martin would invite them before she had crushed him. They imagined their fists, knees and feet driving into his balls, belly and face. It would not be this time they realized, but perhaps there would come an opportunity, with or without Mrs. Martin present they whispered to one another. But still, it had been good for them. Better really than they could have imagined to see Jennifer dominate with her kicks and knees.

Jennifer thanked the girls for coming over and encouraged them to keep it "their secret". The girls promised. She was anxious for them to leave now. She had thought she might let them have a turn at Tom, but her beating of him was more complete than even she expected. Her arousal was such that she had even more adult pleasures in mind to use his body to pleasure her more and did not want these young adolescents to see that. She wanted to spend a few minutes or maybe hours queening him - sit on his face and grind her pussy onto his mouth - but decided against it. Force him to service her. She thought the girls would be too young to witness that aspect of her triumph despite the obvious forming of their bodies now into attractive young women. Little did she know that they had ways of seeing into her life and house if the reward was great enough. She might also have been surprised that these girls knew a few things that she herself had not imagined at that age. Girls were growing up to the world ever faster these days.

She planned on Tom bringing her off many times that night yet with his lips and tongue which she had intentionally avoided damaging. He wouldn't be able to say no with his crushed windpipe she giggled to herself. And then there was her new cock toy designed to enter a man deeply when attached to a woman with a deep vibrating insert attached for her. She might even have to muffle his mouth for that and smiled in relish at her vision of entering him with him taking it soundlessly behind humiliated eyes as she forced him to receive her. Imagining the device attached firmly to her hips and with the vibrating appendage placed inside of her vibrating against her clitoris while deep thrusting and twisting the eight-inch boner into Tom left her breathless with expectation for a moment. Her pussy dampened at the thought of her weekend evenings of pleasure.

As the girls turned to leave, Jennifer called them back to them as a pleasant afterthought struck her and spoke to Mandy, "Why don't you bring your big brother over sometime for me." Jennifer said. "I'd like to bust his balls sometime. I've seen him taking peeks at me in the back yard between the fence boards. It might be fun for you to watch me work him over. I learned a few things when I watched you beat your brother, maybe I could teach you a thing or two you could use on him. Maybe I'll let you and Anne beat Tom to return the favor."

“You can bet I will bring him over,” Mandy said.

“Anytime.”

Anne said she had two boy cousins and Jennifer told her they could be brought over as well. “We could become the neighborhood ball busting team.” They laughed on parting and Jennifer left Tom outside knowing he would crawl in when his tortured body could make it. It would enhance her anticipation. She knew he would slowly be coming around to his pain and recognize his humiliation at being beaten so soundly and easily in front of the two girl witnesses which he would face every day.

She stepped inside and prepared the house and bedroom with her new accouterments of pleasure. If Tom was surprised by her ruthless beating of him, he was only just beginning to be surprised. His weeping moans as he came to while she stepped back into the house were music to her ears and she anticipated more tears to come from him from new ways she had devised for him to pleasure her.