The New Shoes

By johnson

This story has been buzzing around my head for ages and I've finally got around to it. Once again I hope it details our inferiority to women quite nicely.

Kitty Hollister looked at the dismal state of the shoe collection in her wardrobe and sighed. She desperately needed new shoes for the weekend so she could go out with the girls to that new bar across town. She sat on the bed and pondered her situation. She knew she hadn't got enough money to pay for the sort of high-heels she loved.

In the back of her mind she formed a plan to remedy matters. She stood up and started rummaging through her drawers to find some suitable clothes in which to go shopping. After pulling on a pair of white cotton panties, she picked out an extremely short, black, stretchy mini skirt. She told herself that she really was too old at 35 to go out wearing this sort of thing. She pulled it on over her hips and turned to face the mirror. Mmmm... she mused, turning first this way then that, not as bad as I thought. She selected a white blouse that she put on and buttoned up to just between her ample breasts. Ten minutes more sat in front of the mirror and her make-up, slightly tarty, was done. She went back to search the wardrobe for the smartest, highest pair of heels she could find and slipped them on.

Walking down the path to the car, Kitty noticed it needed washing. Damn, it would have to wait, she thought as she got in and finally coaxed it into life. She needed a new car too. Driving into the car park in front of the mall, she parked her car, locked it and strode off inside to find the store she had in mind.

The shoe store was the only one in the mall, but as a result it stocked a whole range of shoes for every occasion. Kitty loitered outside, looking through the window to check out the occupants. It was a Wednesday morning and not too many people were around so she went in. She knew from her previous visits that all the assistants were male, something that suited her purpose today. As she walked in she was pounced on by a young man in his twenties who asked if there was anything he could help her with. Kitty looked around and saw the store manager at the main desk, pouring over some paperwork or other.

"Yes, I'm looking for a new pair of shoes,” said Kitty. "Something sexy, for a party". She smiled wickedly and the young assistant leeched at her before asking her to follow him and they walked to the back of the store. Kitty sat down on one of the chairs and the assistant faced her.

"Sandals or shoes, Miss? We have a good selection of both, all with high-heels." Kitty stared at him.

"Oh, sandals, definitely. They're sooo sexy aren’t they?" she purred. The shop assistant must have thought it was his lucky day.

"And what size, Miss?"

"Four."

He pulled a box off of the shelf and lifted the lid to expose a pair of black ankle strap sandals with a wicked looking four-inch stiletto heel.

"Would you like to try these, Miss?" he inquired.

"Oh, yes, they're exactly right!" replied Kitty.

"Would you like me to help you put them on, Miss?" said the assistant excitedly. It was just what Kitty had been waiting for. The shoes would be hers.

"Of course, I'll expect it!" she replied. She knew that the assistant would be dying to look up her skirt and she didn't plan to disappoint him. He squatted down in front of her and removed her old shoes, she could see him glancing up between her legs and she shifted to allow him a better view. He turned and pulled the box with the new shoes closer to him and lifted one out.

"Could you lift your leg up please, Miss?" he said, shakily. Kitty did so, parting her legs as she did. The assistant could see the white band of her gusset stretched tightly across her shaved mound, the material cutting in to her slit. He slipped the sandal on to Kitty's extended leg and buckled the strap around her ankle. He then motioned for her to lift the other leg. He repeated the procedure, all the time glancing up Kitty's short skirt at her panties. He sat back on his haunches while Kitty extended one leg at a time, turning it this way and that. She still had good legs, she thought.

She glanced around to check that the shop was still empty and that the manager was still occupied before turning back and checking that the young assistant was still squatted in front of her. She looked down between his legs and could see clearly the outline of his genitals; he was obviously somewhat aroused by the size of his penis stretched against the thin material of his trousers. Below this, Kitty could make out his testicles as two small lumps. Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward slightly and kicked the two little balls hard. She was lucky and the front edge of her sandal struck the two lumps directly across their center. She felt her foot bounce back from the impact. The assistant screamed a high-pitched wail. Kitty stood up immediately and started shouting.

"Pervert! You dirty little pervert! Looking up my skirt! Serves you right; I hope that hurts like hell!"

The store manager had come running over. "What's happening?" he cried. The assistant was by now laid on his side, doubled up in excruciating agony at having his testicles kicked. He started retching.

"This dirty little pervert was looking up my skirt! You should fire him now, the dirty little pervert!" Kitty screamed. "I'm not coming back in this store ever again!" she announced to the shocked manager before striding out of the store, complete with her new sandals.

She found her car in the lot, got in and started the engine. “Mmmmm,” she thought. “I really could do with a new outfit to go with these shoes. I wonder if there are any decent women's clothes shops with male assistants?”

johnson

The Crush

by John Sugar

I met them at a local Gothic club. Ming and Donna. Both were about 22 years old, with long, jet black hair, extremely tight and short black dresses, black hose, ankle bracelets, spiked platform heels, tattoos, wristbands - The works! Both women had heavy makeup with extremely dark eye shadow, lipstick and nails. Ming was of Korean heritage, Donna looked somewhat Italian. Both women had very long, lean legs and their skirts did little to hide their charms.

I sat next to them at the bar and offered to buy them a drink. They both laughed and nodded so got the bartender’s attention and ordered them another round. They paid little attention to me. I was eavesdropping and heard them talking about videos. Apparently they were actresses of some kind and did some sort of small-time video production.

After awhile, Donna pointed back to me with her thumb and said, “What about him?”

“I dunno,” replied Ming. “He looks pretty vanilla to me.”

“Waddaya mean?” I asked. “I’m as kinky as the next guy.”

“Are you now?” Donna replied. For the first time, both ladies stepped back and were looking me up and down. I keep myself in pretty good shape and I assumed they liked what they saw. Ming proceeded to ‘interview’ me…

“Are you single?” Ming asked.

“Yes, I am,” I replied.

“Are you from this area?”

“No, I’m originally from Maine.”

“Tell me more about yourself.” I spent the next ten minutes explaining how I was relatively new to the area, had few friends, was still looking for work and had discovered the local Goth scene and found it an interesting way to meet people.

“How would you like to come to our apartment and help us make a video?” Ming asked. Suddenly, my breath was short as the excitement of what was being offered radiated through me.

“I’d love to,” I said. “Name the time and place.”

“Be forewarned, this will not be a conventional video... How’s now sound?” Donna asked.

“Now’s great for me," I said with my heart pounding in my chest.

“Good," they said in unison. Ming said, “Meet us in the back of the parking lot. Leave your car here.” They got up and left. I paid my tab and left the bar, walking slowly and thinking about these gorgeous women and what might possibly be in store for me.

As I walked into the parking lot, a dark sportscar pulled up. Donna was driving and Ming was in the back seat. She motioned for me to get in next to her. I was more than willing. As we drove away, Ming placed a blindfold over my eyes saying that it was part of the game. She began massaging my crotch and soon thereafter, she gripped my balls with both of her hands.

“Do not move,” she said. She began applying tremendous pressure to my balls. Her hands were incredibly strong. I would not have realized she was so powerful. I began groaning in pain and reached down to pull her hands away. She suddenly punched me in the face so hard that I saw stars. She quickly pushed my face down into the seat cushions and held me down with her knees in the center of my back. She was slapping the back of my head and swearing up a storm. One by one, she pulled my arms behind my back where they were taped together with duct tape. As I attempted to squirm once more, she pulled her leg back and rammed her knee into my nuts. Everything suddenly went black.

When I came to, she was kneeling on my chest with her hands around my throat.

“Listen up," she said. “I’m only going to tell you this one time. We are going to make a video tonight. One in which we will beat you savagely. If you cooperate, we may release you when we’re finished. It is up to you. We will get very rough. We are going to crush your pathetic penis and balls to the point of uselessness. When we are through with you, there will be no doubt as to who is the superior gender. You’ll be reminded of that fact every time you hear your high-pitched voice or have to change your urine bag!”

Both women laughed savagely, as I groaned in pain from the earlier attach on my balls and from the thought of what was in store for me. When the car came to a stop, a choke collar was fastened around my neck and a leash attached. I was shoved roughly out the car door and with my blindfold on, I stumbled up a set of stairs and through a door. Once the door shut behind me, Donna ripped the blindfold off. We were in what looked like an old warehouse. It was a large, starkly lit room with painted, cinder-block walls, a cement floor and a few tattered old pieces of furniture strewn about. An old mattress was off in the corner and a single toilet out in the open was a few feet away. The mattress and floor were badly stained with what looked like blood, urine, and perhaps shit and an acrid scent of Pinesol permeated the air. Several light-stands were positioned at various places in the room indicating that some type of filming had occurred recently.

Donna went back out to the car and came in with a tripod and video camera. She began setting them up as Ming lit a cigarette. Donna fiddled with the camera for a few minutes until I saw the “record” light blinking.

She began talking to me, “Please face the camera. Spread your legs slightly.” I spread my legs and suddenly I was kicked hard from behind. Ming had power-kicked her pump right into the underside of my balls. I doubled up in pain, grabbing my crotch. Donna suddenly pulled my hands away from balls and kneeled behind me, Ming gave me three or four open-handed shots to the balls. I coughed and gagged and fell to the floor, groaning in incredible pain. Ming and Donna rolled me over onto my back and Ming moved up between my legs, forcing them apart with her pumps. She reeled back and kicked me several times in the nuts and balls. When I tried to sit up and protect myself, Donna sat her ass down onto my face, pinning my arms down behind my back. Ming continued kicking my balls as my eyes rolled back into my head.

Suddenly, Donna got up. They began undressing me down to my underwear. I was in too much pain to put up a fight and soon I was writhing on the floor without my clothes, wondering if my nuts would ever be the same. Suddenly I felt pressure on my choke collar. I was being dragged a few feet and my leash was tied to a steel bolt in the floor. There was a metal pipe running across the ceiling about six feet off the ground. Reaching up and grabbing the metal pipe for balance, Donna stepped up onto my chest. I groaned as she began dancing and twisting her spiked heels. She was trampling all over my chest and abdomen. At the same time, Ming began torturing my nuts.

She began applying pressure against my balls, attempting to push them up into my abdomen. She jabbed at my nuts and penis with her heel and occasionally gave me a swift kick for good measure. I was thrashing and crying - pleading with them to stop but they paid no attention to my pleas. Donna began jumping up and stomping both heels down hard onto my chest. I wanted to curl up into a ball but they were relentless. I couldn’t move. Finally, as Ming began a rapid series of kicks to my nuts, Donna actually stepped up onto my face. The tips of her shoes were pressed against my eyelids and the spike heels were against my lips and mouth. She bounced up and down for a few minutes until I passed out.

I awoke suddenly when I felt liquid being sprayed in my face. Donna was pissing and yelling for me to keep my mouth open. I was dragged to my feet and my collar was fastened to a hook on the wall. Both women produced bullwhips and they began thrashing my body with them. Donna seemed to concentrate most of her effort around my thighs, cock, and balls while Ming lashed me many times in the face and neck. I could taste the blood as it trickled down my face.

When the girls grew tired, they put the whips down and made themselves a drink. I wanted to slump down onto the floor but the choke collar kept me from doing so.

Ming lit a cigarette and looking at me, she said, “I’m sorry. How rude of me. Do you smoke?”

“Yes," I groaned. She walked towards me and placed a cigarette into my mouth. However, with a cruel grin on her face, she held the cigarette lighter beneath my penis and lit it. I screamed in pain as the girls laughed. Ming placed the flame beneath my right testicle and clicked the lighter. It started burning and to my horror, my pubic hair caught on fire. The girls were reeling with laughter as Ming began setting fire to my entire crotch! It burned profusely for several seconds until the hair burned away. She held the flame underneath my balls and began passing it back and forth between my legs from my ass to my scrotum to my testicles and underneath my penis. She finally flicked off the lighter and grabbed me by the hips and propelled her knee upward into my balls and then spat in my hair and laughed as she turned to go finish her drink.

After the girls rested a while, Donna unhooked me from the wall. I slumped down to my knees and she kicked me in the face, which sent me sprawling. I was lying on the floor on my stomach when Donna placed her knee on the back of my neck and put all her weight on it, forcing my face into the concrete.

Ming reached down and pulled my balls back so that they were exposed. She then placed her high-heeled pump on top of my balls and began crushing them. She was applying incredible pressure and I could not move since Donna had me pinned down. Ming was grinding my balls as if she were attempting to extinguish a cigarette or perhaps turn them into powder. She began alternately crushing my balls and penis with her toe and heel. She was indiscriminate about where and how she would crush them, seemingly not caring if she was actually crushing a testicle or just the skin. I felt her heel against my scrotum as she lifted one foot up and jumped up and down. I thought her heel would go through my scrotum at that point. She was basically flattening my dick and balls. She stood on my penis and stomped a few times followed by placing her high heel against my shaft and pumping her foot up and down against it.

“Hold on tight," she laughed to Donna. She suddenly stomped her foot down on one testicle than the other. She did this four or five times as I continued to sob. She turned her foot so that the she was now stepping on my balls with the heel and she bounced up and down several times, lifting one leg while doing so as to torture my balls even further.

She then placed her stiletto heel onto my penis and I screamed harshly when she applied all her weight and even lifted up the other foot for good measure! She soon began grinding my testicles again, this time turning her back towards me and positioning her heels so that she was stepping on my balls with both of her heels. She then started alternately stomping her heels and jumping up and down on top of my testicles.

When I was just about to pass out, the girls switched places. Donna knelt behind me and pulled my balls out behind me for easier access. She then repeatedly jammed her knee into my balls before standing. She stood behind me and reached in with her pump and gently measured the distance to her kick. She then let loose with a severe torrent of kicks which directly crushed my nutsack up against my body. She then stood behind me and lightly pushed her foot against my balls. Then, she gracefully lifted her left up a couple feet of the ground and stomped down onto my balls as hard as she could. She did this repeatedly until she grew tired and then switched to the other foot until I passed out.

I don’t know how long I was unconscious. I awoke amidst incredible pain and agony. My balls were swollen to three times their normal size and my penis was shriveled and aching. My stomach was cramping badly and I was nauseous. My vision was blurred. I thought I saw five women sitting at a table drinking beer. From my position on the floor, I concentrated as best I could and tried to bring them into focus. I realized that there WERE five women there. The other three were dressed similarly to Ming and Donna. They had long lithe legs with tall platform shoes.

“Look - He’s awake," said Donna. “Let’s get back to work.” The five women got up and Donna walked over to the video camera and turned it on. Once again, it began recording. Four women walked over to me and as Donna shoved me over onto my back, each of the women grabbed a different limb. Ming and a blonde-haired woman grabbed me by the wrists and Donna and a brunette grabbed my ankles. All the women pulled on my limbs until I was completely spread out.

The fifth women, a strawberry blonde wearing a black party dress and tall platform shoes approached me and positioned herself between my legs. She took a drag on her cigarette and without warning jammed the heel of her platform shoe down into my crotch. I screamed and writhed in agony but with the women holding my arms and legs apart, I could do nothing about it. The woman kicking me began alternating between jamming her foot down against my crotch and making field-goal style kicks to my balls.

Tears were streaming down my face as I was blubbering like a baby but when I began pleading for them to stop, Ming kicked me in the ribs and said, “Shut up and take it like a man.” The kicker pushed her heel against my balls and began rapidly pumping her foot up and down, ignoring my complete and utter agony. When she finally stopped, the women all shifted to the next limb giving a new woman a chance at kicking. This game of musical kicking went on and on until each woman had a chance to use me as a kicking bag. By the time the last woman was through, I had passed out.

When I awoke, I was laying on my side in the parking lot of the club where I had met Ming and Donna. My pants were soaking wet with blood and urine. I could feel a trickle coming from my penis and I wasn’t sure if it was urine or blood. I remembered what Ming had said about having a high-pitched voice and needing a urine bag. I was in too much pain to get up. I realized I was unable to control my bladder as I felt another stream of urine run out and soak my pants leg even further. My balls were now useless.

I had been crushed.

Mother's Last Resort

If I may, before I being, I'd like to say: this one goes out to the guy who wrote the first story I found on the 'net about bb: Caligula, this one's for you. Thanks.

by Joe

John was not your typical 16-year old. Like many others his age, he was stubborn and disobedient, but not to such an extreme. He regularly came home drunk and/or bleeding, often well past two in the morning. He'd stumble off to school (when he went), would skip classes, and would get sent to the dean's office so often that the board was considering expelling him. His father had left his mother when he was only two, and so most people blamed his bad behavior on his lack of role models. His poor terrified mother didn't know what to blame it on, but as he would regularly threaten her, and could easily overpower her, she had no choice but to let him have his way. Until one day when he crossed the line.

He came home from school, having been sent home for being drunk. She pulled out two chairs, across from each other, and motioned for him to sit down. He did, and she sat next to him.

"John, your school called. You went there drunk, they say. Do you have anything to say?"

"Why would I ever have anything to say to you?"

"Okay. I just wanted to get that out of the way. Now, over the years, I've tried all the punishments I could- except physical violence. Everything else failed, so that's what I'm going to have to resort to."

"What're you going to do, spank me?" John said, sarcastically. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No, John, what I'm going to do will be much worse." She raised her heel-clad foot into the air, then quickly thrust it into his groin. John shifted uncomfortably.

"Hey, what're you-" was all he got out before she said, "This is the only way I can overpower you, John. You've given me no other choice." He stood up.

"Hey, you can't-" She rose to her feet and slammed one of her legs into his groin. John felt her shoe slam into his balls, and a pain he'd never known before raced through his body. He fell to his knees, clutching his balls.

"It hurts, doesn't it? Good. I didn't want it to come to this, but nothing else worked, and besides, it's been a long time since I've busted balls. I was a cheerleader back in high school, you know- guys were always hitting on me. That is, until I started hitting them back. One of them got to me, though, and before I knew it, he'd knocked me up- because of you, I had to leave school and once your father left, well, I was all on my own. You ruined my life, and now I'm going to ruin yours. You're strong, yes, but the years have smiled on me, and I can still kick with the best of them." She swung her foot into his groin again, and he bent over further forward. She pushed his shoulder, and he fell onto his back. She kicked his hands aside and continued.

"Things are going to be different from now on, Johnny. You're going to come home right after school, wear what I tell you to wear, say what I tell you to say, do what I tell you to do- or your little ballsies will pay the price!" She pressed her heel down onto his nuts and started grinding.

"I've made arrangements so that I'll get a report from school on if you got in trouble, and if you did.... Well, let's just say you won't be walking in a straight line for a while." John only groaned in response as his mother pounded down on his gonads. He was in the worst pain of his life and could only moan in pain.

"Oh, yes, that reminds me. Every day, you'll get up and get a wake-up kick in the balls. Get up late and it'll be two, and another for every five minutes. And when you get home, if you've been good, all I'll do is give you a knee in the nuts and let you do your homework- then maybe clean up the house. And you tell anyone- anyone- and I'll kick your nuts until they burst. Understood?"

John moaned, still writhing as his mother's foot crushed his manhood. She pressed

harder.

"UNDERSTOOD?" "Y-Yea-YES! YES!" John got out. "Good." Said his mother sweetly. I'm glad I didn't have to hurt you.

To be continued....?

My Wife, The Ball Buster: A Couple's Story

By: J.J.

I never thought of getting kicked in the balls as a sexual fetish until sometime early in my college career. Before then, I had always played sports such as baseball, and discovered the pain that every athlete feels when he gets racked (I never wore a cup then as the style left my inner thighs bruised). My sports experiences taught me pain, but it was a self-defense class that taught me pleasure.
My girlfriend (future wife) was a year ahead of me in college and, as a way for her to exercise, she was taking a self-defense course to help her work on her coordination. I showed up to her class one day early as we had some errands to run, and just walked in when she was kicking some guy in the balls. There she was, wearing a pair of karate over-shoes, slamming her foot into this guy’s padded crotch. I was so amazed, and I got so hard, that I had to run to the bathroom to jerk off before her class was over. I'm not sure if she noticed me or not, but we ran our errands and headed home.
Back at the house, she had taken a shower, and I had caught her coming out naked for all the world to see. She has such pretty, firm breasts with the darkest nipples you have ever seen. I was playing with those and kissing her neck when I asked her about what she does in her self-defense class. She went on about how to break out of attack situations, weapons, and vital points. I asked her what some of the vital points were and she proceeded to show me by kissing where they were and by fondling my balls. She said that a guy's balls were his most sensitive area, but that you needed to make sure that you struck them as hard as you could for the most impact.
Before I realized what I was saying, I asked her to show me what it was like to kick a guy in the balls. She giggled, asked me how and asked me if I had a cup. A cup? She said it was so that she wouldn't hurt me so bad, and that we could take it from there. I had a cup from a softball team I was on so I slipped it on and nothing else. I made her wear nothing but a sports bra and her karate over shoes, and there we stood opposite of each other. She lay back on the side of our bed while I stood in front of her. I could feel her starting to rub up the underside of my leg with her foot until she reached the bottom of my cup, and she lightly pressed against it. My dick was starting to hurt from being compressed in the cup, but she said that it excited her to see me in it (I have no idea when that was). After pressing on my dick and balls some more inside the cup, she brought her foot back and started to lightly kick me in the balls.

The thump of her foot hitting the outside of the cup made my dick even harder and the head started to peek out behind the edge. She noticed this and proceeded to squash to bottom part of the cup, which started to smash my balls. I was so hard by this time that I couldn't stand it. I think she saw my discomfort, and reached over and slowly pulled the cup down to my ankles where she proceeded to fondle and bounce my balls while she made me pull my legs apart. She asked if I was ready for some pain, and away we went. Before I could answer, she swung her foot under the bed and kicked me square under the nut sack so that my dick bounced straight up in the air. The cushioning from her shoes took a lot of the blow so my balls felt pretty good. She swung again this time a lot harder, and the top part of her foot smashed my balls with incredible force. I felt the pain of the kick but I also felt the pleasure. I knelt on the floor and she continued to squash my balls with her foot. I felt like I was going to pass out, but then I realized that I was about to cum. The harder she pressed the more I came and she rubbed her foot all over my balls.

From then on, every time she came home from self-defense class she always had a few kicks left over for me. This story is absolutely true!!

Kim Targets Balls

by JIM P

At the age of 14, Kim Shrubb was the first girl in our form to sprout a huge pair of boobs. Although many who followed were bigger, it became common to refer to a large breasted girl as "having a pair of Kim's". She probably had 44" boobs, but these looked enormous owing to her petite build, around 4'6" with a slim body. She had an attractive impish face with gray eyes and sandy brown hair.

She soon learned to exploit her assets. Unbuttoning her blouse, she would tantalize the boys with her deep cleavage and heaving chest. When she walked, her breasts bounced about like she had two balloons stuffed up her blouse. No matter how hard boys tried to chat her up, she would lead them on and drop them before they ever got anywhere. She told them that she was "saving herself for the right man, not little boys."

Once, when we 15, we were being taught chemistry by a new student teacher that all the girls fancied. Kim walked in with her blouse wide open and a bra that made her breasts swell like two grapefruits out of the top. The teacher asked her to button up her blouse, but she stood against the blackboard in front of him, thrust out her chest and swung her torso from side to side like a belly- dancer. Her boobs danced around in a very erotic manner, so much so that almost every male in the room must have had an erection.

"Cor, you've got a big one, sir," shouted one of the more bawdy girls. Red faced, the teacher fled from the room to the accompaniment of laughter.

When we reached the 6th form, we had our own special block separate from the rest of the school called the ROSLA (Raising Of the School Leaving Age named after some Government bill repealed before we reached 16). The upper floor of the ROSLA was entirely the province of the 6th form, the lower floor being for foreign language classes. The upper floor was divided into two sections, one had had a study area and a classroom, the other half was one large communal lounge/dining room. One half of this room had a small half height walled off kitchen and a group of tables and chairs. The other half of the room consisted of two long rows of opposing sofa-like chairs with low coffee tables between them. This is where we spent our lunch times and break periods and very often our 'study' periods.

One hot summer's day, a group of us were playing cricket (yes I know it's stupid to play it indoors, as we later found out!). I had a go at bowling to Kim. She leaned forward waiting for the ball, giving me an awesome display of her breasts as they dangled in front of me, half out of their blouse!

Soon afterwards, after being reprimanded for breaking a window (not me, but someone else distracted by Kim's dangling whoppers!), I was playing cards with Kim and a group of other boys. We were joking around and playing the game, when the boy sitting next to Kim jokingly said "Not surprising that ball went through the window with Kim's' tits hanging out like that!" Kim emitted a strange low growl that raised in frequency and intensity. The rest of us looked at each other wondering what was wrong with her. Suddenly she dropped her shoulder nearest to the boy and powered her elbow like a piston hard into his groin whilst yelling a karate-like cry. I winced in sympathy as he doubled over in agony, knocking over the card table and falling to the floor to roll around in pain.

A few weeks later, a group of us went on a trip for a biology field study. Throughout the week, Kim was being chatted up by a guy named Kevin. Kevin whose one of the school's basketball heroes and most of the girls fancied him and he took advantage of that. One evening before going to bed, I was in the hotel corridor talking to a few friends when Kim came out of her room wearing a short skimpy nightie that barely hid her assets. She walked to Kevin's room and knocked on the door. Kevin opened the door and obviously thought she had come for some nooky. Kim gave him a resounding slap around the face. "How dare you!" she said in an indignant voice and kneed him in the groin. As he crumbled up in pain, she casually turned and walked back to her room. That was when we started calling her "The Nutcracker."

Life in the 6th form was much better than in the lower years, mainly due to privileges such as the ROSLA and 'study' periods and the fact that most of the disruptive elements had left school leaving, in the main, students who were serious about studying during lessons rather than playing intimidation mind games with the teachers. Unfortunately, for some unknown reason an obnoxious creep called Scott had stayed on. Scott had a large round face covered in freckles, which often got him called 'Spot'! He also wore thick-lensed glasses that made his eyes look unusually large. He had the sort of face that one gets an urge to land your fist in, and several people with lesser self control usually did! It wasn't just a case a bullying a poor unfortunate. Scott behaved obnoxiously - bullying younger girls and boys and making a general nuisance of himself.

During one afternoon break, I was sitting in the ROSLA when Scott approached.

"Lend us a fiver, Priesty," he said.

"Get lost," I replied, knowing that he would never return any money loaned to him.

"Cor, she's got a nice arse, Jim" I heard him say. Looking up to see what he was referring to, I could see Kim leaning against the low wall which surrounded the kitchen area talking to another girl. She had her back towards us and I had to agree that Scott was right. She had a small tight arse, the shape of her buttocks clearly apparent under the tight seat of the trousers she was wearing. I was amazed when, as bold as brass; Scott walked up behind Kim and started to caress her backside.

"Why don't you feel my tits as well, while you're at it," Kim told him in an angry voice. To my disgust, the creep took her seriously and reached his arms around her and started massaging her breasts through the thin blouse she was wearing. By now, the whole of the room had fallen quiet, watching this pervert. There were gasps of shock as Scott now bent his knees slightly so he could rub his groin into her backside whilst visibly drooling.

Calmly, Kim turned around, reached forward and rested her hand on his genitals. She moved her hand in slow circles until a bulge could clearly be seen in his trousers. I could hardly believe it when she slid her hand down the front of his trousers. The silence was shattered when Scott screamed out in pain as she clenched tight and squeezed his scrotum. With her other hand she loosened his trousers and then twisted his balls this way and that, Scott crying in agony. She yanked his balls up forcing him onto tiptoes and proceeded to lead him, mincing, up and down the aisle to jeers of derision. Finally she released her grip. The relief on Scott's face was short lived as she kicked him hard between his legs.

Scott doubled in agony and moved his hands to cover his groin. Kim pulled his hands away and kneed him in the nuts. As Scott stood bent over in agony, she walked around to the back of him and treated him to a swift kick between his legs from behind. Scott started to sink towards the ground, but Kim put her arm around his neck and punched him in the kidneys. She then walked around to his front and pulled him up by his testicles and powered her knee into them once more.

Scott fell to the floor, rolling in agony. Kim kneeled on his chest and landed a solid punch to his battered groin. Scott tried to move his hands to protect himself, but Kim got there first. She roughly grabbed his testicles and began yanking and squeezing. Scott was yelling and blubbering like a baby, but she showed no mercy. After about 5 minutes she stood up and stomped heavily on his groin, Scott's torso bolted upright and she kicked him viscously in the face, making his nose bleed profusely. Scott's body fell back to the floor where he lay almost motionless.

I wasn't sure whether Scott had been knocked out and nor had another girl who suggested calling a teacher to administer first aid. This sparked a row with Kim who reckoned that he got everything he deserved. It got to the stage where the two girls were facing each other off. I was quite looking forward to some sort of catfight, when Scott emitted a groan.

Maybe it was because he had come around in the heat of an argument, but Kim put her foot on his crotch and started to roll his balls around under her heel. Scott tried to squirm out, but his tormentor ground her heel down hard on his scrotum squashing it underfoot until he was screaming in agony. Using the low wall of the kitchen for support, Kim placed both feet on Scott bringing all her weight to bear onto his balls. My groin was aching in sympathy. Suddenly the bell rang out signaling the end of the current session.

"I have to go to class now," Kim said, still standing on Scott's nuts. "You've been saved by the bell, you disgusting pig." With that, Kim got off him and stamped hard on his groin and calmly walked off to her lesson, leaving Scott a whimpering mess on the floor. Everyone else just walked over him on their way to their own lessons, nobody liked him enough to offer any help. I saw the girl who argued with Kim deliberately step on his nuts and grind them beneath her heels!

A few days later, I was in the newsagent near the school buying some crisps and sweets during the lunch break. Kim came into the shop and we walked back together. It was a hot summer's day and Kim was wearing a short skirt and a flimsy blouse unbuttoned quite low, her large firm breasts plainly visible through the taut thin fabric. Since I was much taller than she was, I had a breathtaking view of her deep cleavage and ample breast bouncing around down the front of her blouse I was getting quite aroused and a bit worried about what Kim might do to me if she noticed. Kim was telling me how she really got turned on by dominating Scott and enjoyed having total control over him like that.

Just then, as we were walking down the road, we were stopped by a man in his mid-thirties. He told me to clear and grabbed Kim. She moved towards him and drove her knee hard three or fours times between his legs. He tried to protect himself with his hands, but she yanked them apart and kicked his testicles. She grabbed him by the shoulders and drove her knee hard into the pit of his stomach. The air left him with a loud whoosh and he slumped forward. She kneed him in his face, drawing blood from his nose. She then stepped back and launched a side-kick straight into his genitals causing him to bend at the knees in agony. I was getting really turned on watching this petite big-busted schoolgirl make mincemeat out of a grown man.

She landed another side-kick into his side. As he moved his hands to where she had kicked him, she moved forward and punched a fist into his balls. He grabbed them in agony and she slammed her foot into his stomach. As he bent forward in response, she placed her hands on the back of his head and brought her knee up hard into his face. He let out a yell and started to straighten up, clutching at his bloodied face with his hands. Placing her hands on his shoulders, Kim kneed him in the groin. He sank to his knees on the ground, tears in his eyes with his hands covering his aching nuts.

Kim stood over him and looked at me with a sexy smile on her face. She was obviously enjoying the control she had over him and so was I (she couldn't fail to notice my hard-on). She then kicked her antagonist in the face, causing him to bring his hands up to protect his battered face, allowing her to stamp her foot into his unprotected balls. The man grabbed himself, keeled over, and let out a dreadful moaning sound. She raised her leg bent at the knee and stomped him in the groin again and again until he was retching all over the pavement. With a wicked grin on her impish face she moved towards me, hooked my arm in hers and led me off back to school, trying to look innocent!

I don't recall anymore incidents until the end of the term before Christmas. The teachers bravely decided the 6th form could have a disco party after school one night. I arrived early and was standing around watching the girls in their party dresses.

Kim arrived tottering on high heels, wearing a low cut blouse and a short skirt. She stumbled and fell to the floor landing on her backside, legs splayed out, showing her black stockings and suspenders. I went over to help her up and could smell that she had been drinking. Scott appeared beside me.

"I'm telling Sir you're pissed unless you give me what I want" he sneered.

She ran her hands over her breasts to emphasize her assets whilst in a slightly slurred voice replied, "And what is it you want, as if I couldn't guess." Scott was practically drooling and led Kim out of the main room and into the deserted study area. I thought I'd better follow to make sure she would be all right.

As I entered the room, I saw that Scott and Kim were down to their undies, Kim still with her stockings and suspenders. Kim was in the act of removing Scott's pants. She noticed me and gave me a little wink. She put her hand around Scott's penis, erect with expectation. She started sliding her hand up and down arousing him further, the creep letting out moans of pleasure. Suddenly she grabbed his testicles and squeezed tight, he cried out in pain and his dick became flaccid.

She released her grip and began to tease his prick by stroking it with her finger, and it hardened again to be brought down by a knee thrust into his balls. Grabbing his hands and forcing his arms outstretched to the side she drove a kick straight between his legs. She moved forwards and grabbed his penis and dragged him in agony to the other side of the room where she forced him to get on top of a table. She clambered on top on him with his face facing her arse. She reached between his legs and massaged his soft cock until it started to stiffen. She leaned forward and began to give him a blowjob. Kim tongued the tip of his cock. Scott closed his eyes and moaned, "ooh that's good." She ran her tongue down the length of his shaft and swirled around his balls.

I was beginning to leave the room in disgust at the act that was occurring, when Kim beckoned me with her finger and gave me a wink. I halted to see what she was up to. She took his dick in its entirety into her mouth, moving it up and down his shaft. Scott was in ecstasy by the sound of him, and I wished that I was in his place. She started sucking, and it was obvious that he was about to come. His moans suddenly turned to screams as Kim clamped her jaws tight biting hard. She began pulling and yanking at it with her teeth so much that I thought she would bite it off!

I thought she had gone too far over the top and tried to stop her. She pushed me against a wall and pressed her body right against mine with her thigh between my legs.

She told me, "Don't try and stop me. My knee is three inches from your groin. If you don't back off, you can say goodbye to your genitals." She raised her knee pressing it into my crotch for emphasis. She turned back to Scott and grabbed the base of his dick in one hand and the tip with the other and began twisting it and bending it. Scott was in absolute agony.

After several minutes of this treatment, Scott was sobbing like a baby. Kim got off him and stood in front of him. Without warning she raised her hand which was held flat and rigid and brought it down like an axe straight into his groin whilst shouting a Karate yell. Scott's torso shot up from the table, his mouth open gaping, eyes wide with shock, and then fell back again. Kim hammered another Karate chop to his groin. The reaction was the same. She repeated this over and over, delivering a series of Karate chops to his nuts. His responses gradually got weaker and weaker until finally he was not moving at all as she smashed her hand into his privates.

She turned to me and pulled me to the floor. She was like an animal in heat as she unzipped my trousers, pulled down my pants and took my cock into her mouth. She pursed her lips into a tight ring tantalizing every inch of my dick with her soft wet lips. She totally engulfed me, her nose tickling the hairs at the root.

She pulled back, exerting a gentle suction as she drew her lips across my rigid dick. Once more she plunged her mouth down my shaft. She repeated this until I could not help thrusting my stiff prick back and forth, fucking her mouth. Skillfully, her tongue darted and flicked over the wet underside of my penis, until I thought I would lose it. Timing it perfectly, she withdrew her mouth, stripped off her knickers and mounted me. Her pussy stroked up and down in increasing rapidity until we both climaxed in a chorus of moans and cries of pleasure.

Scott never came back to school the following term. One of the boys said that he heard something about Scott having a bad case of groin strain or something!

Message From Karen

By Jazz46

Message From Karen Part 1

Karen and I had been seeing each other for a few months. Then, without warning, she 'wanted to see other people'. Being upset and angry, I said some things I shouldn't have and walked out, amid her yells of "You'll be sorry!!"

About a week later, I went to the local strip mall. It was late in the day, and I had to park all the way in the back by the service entrance. Pulling between two delivery vans I didn't notice the car parked across from me. I got out and turned to lock my car. Turning around, I see a woman standing in front of me. She was about my height but more muscular than I was! Long, reddish hair hung down her back...a tight GOLD'S GYM muscle tee barely covered her chest... tight jean shorts...and Doc Martin's completed the stunning vision that stood there, hands on hips, looking at me with a slightly sexy smile.

"Hi," she spoke; my mouth went dry. God, I was in LOVE!!

"Um, h-hi..." I could hardly speak. She continued smiling at me as she slowly walked to me.

"You know Karen, right?"

"Yea…I know her." She stopped right in front of me. She traced a finger over my lips and down my neck. My heart was racing; my cock was so rock hard I thought it would explode!! She traced her finger lower... "

My name's Jazzmon," she said, placing her hands on my hips. "And Karen asked me to give you a message. Can I...give it to you?"

"Um…yea! Sure!" I knew I should be careful but with Jazzmon, care went right out the window! Her perfume filled my head with more thoughts than I could keep track of....

"Let me have it!" She smiled sweetly.

"OK. The message is..." Suddenly, she grabbed my hips and pulled me toward her. At the same time, she freight-trained her knee FULL FORCE into my balls!! My eyes went WIDE as she lifted me off my feet! Groaning, I fell against her. She kept her hands on my hips, not letting me get a chance to cup my balls.

"The message is: How does THAT feel, asshole?" she snarled. I couldn't get my breath...my eyes closed tight as I tried to will the ache in my balls to go away. My eyes slowly re-focused; my head was on her shoulder...I could see someone behind her. It was Karen, arms crossed, looking smugly at us. Jazzmon looked over her over shoulder.

"Think he got it?" she asked Karen.

"I don't know, girlfriend... ask him again!" she replied. Jazzmon pushed me away from her by my hips.... pulled me into her again...knee lift BOOOOM!!! Harder than the other one. She leaned back, getting as much lift into me as she could!! She let go, staying close... I slid down her body, to my knees. She grabbed my head and ground my face into her crotch.

"Just where you belong, white boy!" she laughed as she pushed me to the side. I collapsed, cupping my nuts and dry-heaving. Good thing I didn't eat yet! I heard talking, but couldn't focus...

Suddenly I was roughly picked up. Karen locked my arms behind my back tight. Jazzmon pulled a pair of leather gloves from her back pocket and was cinching them tightly on her hands.

"I told Jazz that, if she gave me a hand- or a knee- that she could get a workout." Jazzmon was warming up now, doing shoulder rolls and some quick shadowboxing.

"Remember, no face hits." Karen told her. "I don't want anyone seeing him and feeling sorry for him."

"Well, it's a little restrictive," Jazzmon said, taking a stance in front of me. "But, I'll try to work around it!"

Never Upset Your Wife’s Friends

by Johnson

This story comes about after my wife had pissed off one girl in her circle of friends and I fantasized about her friends getting even in an unorthodox way. I’ve always dreamed of being subjected to this sort of treatment by ordinary housewives sexily dressed and after ages of thinking about it I’ve finally got around to writing it.

John had just sat down for the evening after his wife went to go and see her mother in the next town when the doorbell rang. “Who the hell is that?” he thought, hoping to have had some time to himself to read his newspaper. He pried himself out of the chair and plodded down the hall to see who it was that had interrupted his train of thought. When he opened the door, Michelle, one of his wife’s friends was stood there. John looked her up and down and decided that she was looking extremely pretty with a short skirt, high-heels and was nicely made-up.

“Hi, John, is Julie in?” she asked. John then saw that she wasn’t alone; there were a few other girls behind her.

“No,” he replied, “she’s just gone out to see her mother, she won’t be back for a good while.”

“Oh, that’s o.k.” said Michelle, “we’ll just come in for a moment, there’s something I want to talk to you about.” John thought for a moment and decided to let the girls in. He stood to one side and watched as Michelle and another three girls walked in, he could smell their perfume and saw that they were all dressed in mini-skirts and high-heeled shoes. He felt a twitch in his pants but tried to suppress his urge. He invited them into the lounge.

“Sit down, girls, is there anything I can get you?” he asked.

Michelle remained standing and turned to him before speaking. “You should know, John, that Julie and I have had a little disagreement. She was completely horrible to me and we’ve come round to see you to put things right.”

“But what happened? What have I got to do with it?” John answered, slightly shocked.

“Well, rather than take things out on Julie directly, we’ve discussed it amongst ourselves and decided that this is the best way to deal with the situation.”

“Oh!” said John, puzzled.

Michelle carried on, “They say that sometimes it’s better to hurt the things that someone loves the most if you want to get to them so that’s what’s going to happen tonight.” John was still puzzled by the proceedings.

“Can you enlarge on that statement?” he asked Michelle.

“I’ll do my best,” she said and took a couple of steps towards him. She kicked up and John briefly saw her one of her shapely legs coming towards him and the high-heeled ankle strap sandal she was wearing caught John in the groin. He felt a sharp pain in his balls and bent slightly, looking up at Michelle’s pretty face as he did so. She smiled and turned around to the other girls, seated.

“O.K. ladies, lets do our stuff!” she chuckled. Meanwhile the initial sharp pain in John’s balls had receded to be replaced by a growing burning, sickening sensation in his abdomen. He felt the need to sit down until two of the other girls took him by the arms and held him upright.

“Take his clothes off, Linda!” Michelle ordered, “Jackie and Debbie will hold him.” John, disabled by Michelle’s kick, had no way to resist and soon he was naked in front of them.

“Get him on the floor!” Michelle told them and the two girls holding his arms pulled him down until John was laid flat on the carpet. Michelle’s kick was really not a particularly hard one and the pain started to recede in John’s guts.

“Don’t move, John, or I’ll kick you again,” said Michelle. He mumbled something to the effect that he wouldn’t. The girl called Linda walked up and squatted over his face. John couldn’t help but look up to see that she had no panties on and had shaved her cunt, the light being just enough for him to see that her lips were dripping with the excitement. Against his wishes, he felt his cock rising. Linda stood up.

“Perhaps you’d like to see what the others have, John?” she breathed. One by one the other girls showed John their cunts, the girl called Debbie actually reaching down to pull her lips apart so that John could see right up inside her hole.

“We need to show you why we’re superior to you, John. And it’s all because of our cunts. You’re down on the floor with an aching gut now because Michelle kicked your pathetic little testicles. If you’d kicked any of us in the groin we wouldn’t have hardly noticed it. O.K., you know what to do, girls!” commanded Michelle. She bent down and squatted on his chest, legs apart. John saw that she too had a shaved cunt. Michelle reached down and pulled her cunt lips apart.

“Take a nice goood look, Johnny boy, and when we’ve finished with you, you tell that slut wife of yours that you’ll get the same treatment again if she is horrible to me any more!” With Michelle sitting on his chest and another girl holding his legs, he was unable to move. He felt his scrotum being encircled by a hand and other fingers locating each of his testicles. “I’m sure you’re going to want to know what’s going to happen to you, John,” said Michelle, smiling. “Debbie’s sat on your legs and she’s got her hand around the neck of your ballbag. Linda and Jackie are going to try to crush your testicles so it’s going to be terribly painful for you!” John tried to throw the girls off of him at this, but a sharp pain in his balls put an immediate stop to his efforts, Linda having slapped them hard.

“Right, girls, Let’s do it!” said Michelle. John felt the first pressure on his glands as Jackie and Linda started their squeezing.

“They’re squeezing from the top to the bottom of your balls with one finger and thumb and from the sides with their other finger and thumb. That squashes your little balls nicely. They both know that you have a nerve center at the back of your balls where the cords attach so both girls will make sure that they’re pinching it!” The pain in John’s testicles got worse as Linda and Jackie increased the pressure on each little ball. John felt the feeling of dread and awful pain getting even worse, spreading up from his groin like fire. The girls continued their relentless squeezing, giggling at the excruciating pain they were causing him with so little effort. A few seconds later, John’s overloaded nervous system could take no more and with the sounds of blood rushing in his head, he passed into merciful unconsciousness. Seeing this, Michelle told the other girls that they could stop.

“Christ, I’m so fucking wet, Michelle! That was so exciting!” said Linda.

“Yup, me too, I’m pretty sure that I came while I was squeezing!” said Jackie. The girls got off of the prone body of John and looked at each other. They were flushed with the excitement.

“I think we should have one last little effort, don’t you?” said Debbie.

“O.K. but only one each.” said Michelle. Each girl in turn stood between John’s legs and kicked his testicles with her high-heeled sandals, the sound of the sickening slap filling their ears.

“That’s it, punishment completed!” said Michelle as they all trooped out of the house, giggling.

Burglars Knocked Out By A Pretty Woman

(translated from Italian) by Ivan

Daniel and I were two professional petty thieves. Our ‘job’ included robbing the stores and houses. In addition, we often committed the so-called ‘sexual robbery’. That is: we deliberately chose female victims so that after we forced them to give us all their valuable belongings, we could relieve our sexual instinct on them.

In a cold evening of November we decided to ‘visit’ a ladies wear store located in the suburb area of our town. We planned to clean out the safety box of the store, which was supposed to be always full of money, as the owner of the store did not deposit the money in the bank daily. As we came closer to our target, we noticed that the store’s rolling door was partially closed. Inside of the store we could see the light. Daniel came closer to the store to check.

He said, "Hey Robby! There is a lady in there.” I took a look. Daniel was right. The store’s owner was standing in front of the desk counter to keep a record of the income of the day! No living soul was seen on street at that moment.

I looked at Daniel and said, "What do you think of robbery plus fucking?"

He replied, "Great idea! You know, I have always been dreaming of fucking that bitch. I think tonight is just the right time!" Julia (that was the name of the lady) was a beautiful blond woman. She was around 38 years old. She let her hair grow long. She had blue eyes and a marvelous body although she was pretty petite. Actually, she only measured about 160 cm. However, like Daniel said, "She’s a surely a gorgeous bitch to fuck together”.

We then decided to get in the store. Taken by surprise, the lady let out a weak yell. Somehow, being confronted unexpectedly with two men wearing black leather jackets and black hoods covering their face was obviously not a pleasant surprise.

"Hey bitch!" said Daniel. "How about a little fun together? You’re scared of two guys like us, eh? But, if you’re nice to us, we won’t hurt you. I bet you’ll enjoy it too!" The lady did not seem to be too worried or scared. But we were not really aware of it. Daniel went behind the counter desk and then pulled the lady to the center of the store. At that moment we could see her full appearance. In reality, she was a very modest lady. She wore a gray suit made of flannel and a skirt above her knees, a pair of gray leather high-heeled shoes and superb black stockings. She also wore a beautiful pearl necklace around her neck. In short, she was indeed an attractive babe.

Daniel took her by the shoulders from behind and held her tight with his strong arms while I was coming near her.

I said, "Okay, now let me show you my huge dick, baby!” I then unzipped my blue jeans and pulled out my hard dick.

"Daniel, hold her tight!" I guess Daniel was horny too as I could tell from the big bulge in his pants.

At this point, the lady whispered, "You guys are assholes!" At the same time she raised her sexy leg. The toe of her shoe landed on the base of my fully erect dick. I had not expected the attack, which caused me so much pain though it failed to hit my balls. I bent forward in agony. Then the lady, without even setting her foot back on the floor, used the same leg to crash my mouth with the toe of her shoe. At that moment, I felt the hard leather of her shoe hitting my gums. At the same time I rolled over on the floor. The blow was awful. I felt the taste of blood in my mouth. As I was rolling over, I could see the lady give some blows in a row to Daniel’s solar plexus. And when he loosened his grip she turned around and immediately pulled his head by the hair and then merciless smashed his face to her raising knee. The impact was dreadful; I heard a horrible ‘craaakk’. I realized right away that the bitch had broken Daniel’s nose. In less than ten seconds I was in a horrible condition with aching dick and bloody mouth while my friend Daniel was leaning on the counter desk holding his broken nose with both his hands.

At this point Julia shouted, "Hey bastards! What’s going on? You’ve lost your guts, or what? Are you scared of a helpless and weak woman?"

Daniel, feeling very annoyed and not wanting to lose his pride as a representative of the ‘stronger sex’ said, "Okay bitch! I’ll show you who we are!" and then he tried to deliver a punch to her face with his fist. But, the lady skillfully blocked his fist with her left forearm and attacked back instantly with a front kick that struck Daniel’s chin with her sharp toe. Daniel screamed and covered his face with his hands. And again, she gave Daniel another accurate front kick. This time her shoe landed exactly between his legs. The blow was overwhelming. I heard Daniel scream in unbearable pain, "Ooouuubbbhhh!" He fell on his knees with his hands grabbing his painful balls. Julia walked up to him and again pulled his hair to give him another knee strike on his face – sblammm! Daniel fell down and was half-conscious on the counter desk.

I got up and staggered a little bit and there she was! The lady who seemed to be happy with the ‘job’ she had just done to Daniel turned around and looked at me with a teasing smile.

“Well macho man! See what happened to your friend? He was knocked out by a woman. What a shame, eh?” Filled with rage, I pulled out my knife. I moved ahead while cutting the air.

“Now you’ll see if you still can laugh bitch!" When I was about 2 meters from her I said, "Come on! Let’s see what you’ve got!”

"Okay asshole! But watch this first!" she said while slowly pulling her skirt up till her black stockings were clearly seen. For a moment, I was distracted. I could not help not glancing at her sexy thigh. And this turned out to be a very big mistake because she then quickly kicked my wrist. My knife flew and hit the ceiling. So, I tried to punch her with my fist but the movement made me lose my balance and I became totally uncovered. As a result, I received a hard circular kick on my face that made me jerk. The kick was immediately followed by another, hitting my cheekbone. Her sharp shoe heel tore the skin under my eye. I covered my face with my hands. But, then she stroke again with a front kick on my mouth. I could feel how the cold leather of her shoe destroyed my mouth. My head is spinning. I could not see clearly. However, I remembered seeing and hearing her say these words with a big smile.

"Okay big macho man! How about testing these Golden Lady stockings? You know, the quality is the best and they are made of very resistant material. I guess nobody is better than a thug like you to test them!" Then she took one of her shoes off. I could see her foot covered with black stocking. I also noticed that there was sort of strengthening padding that partially covered her beautiful toes. At that moment I felt an excruciating pain on my testicles. I almost immediately knew that the new stocking had hit my nads. I fell on my knees grabbing myself with both my hands in an attempt to protect my balls, though I realized that it was definitely too late. I was half-conscious. But I could still see that the punishment was not over yet. I was terrified and desperate. And Julia, without setting her foot back to the floor, continued the torture. She kicked my face. I saw the stocking covered foot coming to my face at full speed. For a moment I felt the strengthening padding smash my face. Soon I felt a terrible pain when my temples broke due to the impact. My nose was also broken! All because of a female deadly weapon… the stockings!!

Julia put her shoe on. She looked so happy. But, at that moment Daniel got up and quickly grabbed Julia again from behind in a bear hug to make sure she couldn’t use her arms for any possible attack. Daniel didn’t want to repeat the mistake he’d made before. But, since he focused too much on avoiding the elbow strikes, he did not notice that the lady had another weapon! In fact, she stepped hard using her sharp shoe heel on Daniel’s foot, who screamed in agony. As he moved slightly, Julia, without even turning around, used the same leg to kick Daniel exactly between his two large balls with her sharp shoe. Daniel squealed like hell and bent forward grabbing his manhood.

At this point Julia said, "Hey macho, I don’t think it is a bad idea for you to also test my Golden Lady stockings!” With a light movement she took her shoe off and repeated the same action. This time the target was Daniel’s face that was still doubled over in pain. The impact was awful! Julia’s foot struck his mouth breaking his lower lip. The blood came out from his mouth. Daniel finally fell down on the floor.

The sexy woman put her shoe on and went behind the counter desk. She took 2 brand new packs of Golden Lady stockings. She opened both packs. She then came to me still lying helplessly on the floor. She tied both my hands and ankles. Next, she did the same thing to Daniel who was also totally knocked out. I could hear him moan in agony. Two large muscular guys weighing each 90 kg like us could be beaten by a small lady who only weighed 50 kg!. What a humiliation! My pride as a man was totally destroyed. I guess Daniel felt the same way.

Soon after, Julia called the police with her cellular phone. And while she was waiting for the police, I witnessed the most embarrassing scene that made me really ashamed to be born as a man. The lady walked to Danny who was completely helpless on the floor. She took her shoe off and stepped her foot on Daniel’s face. Then she slowly fixed her stocking gently smoothing the ankle and the calf.

"Wow!! These new stockings are really lovely and very tough. I knocked out these two criminals, but I don’t see even one single ladder!”

END

Women In The Military

By intoit

There has always been resistance to women in the armed forces. And although women are allowed to enlist, they are restricted from combat positions. My name is Cathy and six months ago I enlisted in the army. I don't know what the official reason is for excluding women from combat, but I do know the guys in my unit thought women were not physically strong enough and in a hand to hand combat situation could not possibly defend themselves against a stronger male opponent. As I say, these guys thought that, but during basic training another girl and I changed their minds and in the process destroyed more than a few male egos.

When I was growing up, I always played with boys; mainly because where we lived, there were not many girls my age. Besides, I was somewhat of a tomboy and enjoyed the more physical activities. I have always been rather small; 5'5" and 110 pounds now; and so the boys usually were able to push me around. As I got older, though, I learned how to take care of myself, learning how to take advantage of the natural weakness of the male body. I have always been intrigued by the fact that Mother Nature gave men more powerful, muscular bodies but also gave them something as vulnerable as testicles. A mans balls are the great equalizer in a fight between men and women. I first learned about the sensitivity of a boy's nuts by accident; no guy is going to tell you because he knows how vulnerable he is.

I was about 14 at the time and a few of us were horsing around. One of the boys was pushing me around and threw me down. He got on top of me, using his knees to pin my arms. As I was struggling to get him off, I raised my knee up between his legs, in an attempt to push him off. To my surprise, as my knee hit him in the crotch, he let out a sharp cry and rolled off of me, curled up with his hands pushed tightly to his groin. He laid there for what seemed several minutes before he was able to move. It really scared me at first, but then I felt this surge of exciting power go through me as I realized what it meant. In Sex Ed, we had learned about the differences between boys and girls and about the sensitivity of the male testicles, but I never appreciated what that could mean to me in a fight. After that day it seemed the guys I hung around with treated me more as their equal. Only a couple times after that did I have need to use my newly acquired knowledge; that is until I got in the army.

The first day I arrived at basic, the guys gave me and the other girl, Debbie, a lot of hassles; making comments like, “What are a couple of nice girls like you doing in the army?” or, “Looks like another empty kitchen.” Or, “Don't worry, we will take it easy on you.” Basically, they were a bunch of jerks. I could tell that Debbie wasn't as streetwise as I and all of this was bothering her.

Over the next week the guys left us pretty much alone, except for the constant snide remarks. There were two guys that kept hassling us. This one guy, Doug was his name, was pretty well built and he thought he was hot stuff. He kept making passes at Debbie and generally making a nuisance of himself. During that first week it became obvious that they were being patronizing toward us, assuming that when things got tough we'd drop out. Both Debbie and I kept in good physical shape, so in our tight army fatigues we looked pretty hot; at least the guys were always commenting on our looks. I think we were surprising the guys as to how well we were keeping up during the physical endurance and testing. In fact, there were a couple guys who couldn't keep up with us. Some of the guys commented that we were doing okay now, but when we got into the unarmed combat training, we wouldn't stand a chance. Doug made an especially strong point of how he was going to enjoy mixing it up with a couple good looking chicks. I told him he better watch himself and he just laughed. A couple other guys also had a rather low opinion of our ability to defend ourselves.

Well, the day arrived for hand-to-hand combat training. The first day was to be devoted to wrestling style moves, takedowns escapes etc. After the instructor had finished some demonstrations, he had Debbie and Doug come up and show everyone what they had learned. Debbie looked foxy as hell with her tight fatigue shorts and all the guys whistled and clapped as she came up. Doug had taken his shirt off and he looked rather awesome, with his well-muscled torso. Everyone started to snicker when the instructor told them to start. It didn't look like a very even match-up. And it wasn't. Doug just walked over to her, knocked her hands away and reached out, grabbing her shoulder with one hand and her crotch with the other. Debbie had a surprised and pained look on her face as his hand dug into her pussy. He threw her to the ground. She hit pretty hard and just lay there for a minute. I didn't like that at all. Everyone was laughing, their suspicions confirmed; a girl is just no match.

I was next. I was up against another boy who was a little bigger than I was. I figured I could take him easily. We locked arms and I dropped down grabbed his legs and tripped him onto his back. As I fell on top of him, he made a grab for my tits, and gave them a good feel. He gave me a big smile like, “Lets go for it, girls shouldn't be fighting; they should be fucking.” I rolled off of him and got up. He suddenly circled around behind me and grabbed me in a bear hug. He had his arms wrapped around me and his hands were both on my tits again. Everyone was laughing as this guy was coping a feel. Well that did it. I reached back into his crotch and grabbed his balls. As my hand tightened around the tight sac, he screamed and let go of me. I turned around, still holding his nuts with my left hand and hit him in the mouth as hard as I could with my right. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. Everyone stood there silent, not knowing what to say. The instructor said that it was enough for the day and dismissed us.

As we left, Debbie was all over me, saying how well I handled that, asking excitedly if I could show her some of my moves. We spent the whole evening practicing different moves I had learned. It was a good thing, because the next evening after chow, we were walking back to our barracks, when a couple guys came from around a corner and blocked our path. We were in a secluded part of the camp and realized we might be in trouble. The guys turned out to be Doug and another of his muscle-bound buddies. Doug said he didn't like what I had done yesterday and that he and the other guy were going to teach us a lesson. He said we were a couple uptight bitches and maybe a good fuck would straighten us out. Both guys were only wearing shorts and no shirts. Under different circumstances these guys might have been appealing to me. But when they were threatening to rape me, it was a little different.

Doug apparently figured that Debbie would be easy after his experience with her the day before. He grabbed her and pulled her toward him, pressing his body against hers. She could feel the hard bulge of his cock against her body. He backed off a little and grabbed Debbie's shirt and started to rip it off. It tore in front and her large, firm tits were exposed. He had a rather cocky smile on his face as he reached out to feel one of those delicious looking boobs. But, before his hand could touch Debbie's tit, she stepped toward Doug and as hard as she could she drove her knee up between his muscular thighs. He was standing with his legs slightly apart and her knee caught him squarely in the balls. He stood there trying to take a breath but his body was paralyzed with pain. He looked disbelieving at Debbie as his knees gave way and he sank to the ground.

About that time the other guy came at me. He had seen what I did the day before and was protecting his groin. It didn't matter. I first faked a kick to his groin and then when his hands dropped to block my kick, I smashed him in the mouth with a hard right hand. Well, that snapped his head back and as his hands came up to his face, that left his crotch open. I could see the firm bulge in his tight shorts as I dropped to my right knee. Looking level with his crotch, I drove my right fist into the twin bulges of his testicles. As the pain exploded in his groin, his hands fell weakly to cover himself. He slid to the ground and curled up, holding his aching balls. We both looked down at the to hulking studs, laying helplessly at our feet and said that maybe they might think twice before attacking to defenseless females again. We both laughed and walked off.

The next day nothing was said and the two guys couldn't have been nicer. They helped us and encouraged us for the rest of the training course. In fact, the four of us have been good friends and have had some great sex together. The two guys have been perfect gentlemen ever since they discovered who was really the stronger sex. Maybe the saying, "We are looking for a few good men” should, instead, read, "We are looking for a few good women".