Return to Mudville

By nutcracker sweet

PROLOGUE

When I got Sniffer's e-mail I called him at his hotel room, and we chatted for awhile. I found him to be charming, witty, and, yes ladies, sensual, so I agreed to meet with him.

After we hung up, I put on a denim skirt and a short black-leather vest under a denim blouse. Believe me; I don't have to worry about pendulous breasts spilling out. I pulled on a pair of my favorite boots. Raked my fingers through my long, black hair, thought about brushing my unruly mane, and decided "fuck it” I don't even bother primping for church.

I then loaded a few precautionary essentials into my purse: 4" ball-stretcher, handcuffs, ball-gag, can of mace, .45-caliber derringer, and a jar of honey. I headed for the door, but turned back to my dressing table, pulled aside the crotch of my black, lacy panties, and slipped my ben-wa balls into place; figuring I'd make the ride much more interesting by driving down railroad tracks.

Off I went to Mudville County.

Upon my arrival at the Dew Drop Inn, I went up to knock on the door to room #666, which should have been my first cue that something was askew. A gruff and garbled voice bade me to enter. I slowly opened the door into a dimly-lit, smoke-filled room, and as I tentatively walked in I was almost overcome by a strong, musky, rancid stench; as if goats had been fucking in the room.

As my eyes adjusted to the gloom I saw a beefy, bearded man slouched in an armchair, feet up on a huge ice chest, his big hairy balls hanging out the front of his Spiderman pajamas, a bottle of Zima in one hand, and the other hand holding a paper sack to his snout. On the table in front of him was an overflowing ashtray and a can of ether.

"Sniffer, I presume?"

The beast turned his blood-shot, glazed and crazed eyes to me and grunted an affirmative.

"Well, I must say, you certainly come across a lot classier over the phone and in your posts on the message boards..."

"Don't gimme your shit, you redneck simpleton," he gestured with the rag filled sack, "just get your skinny ass in here! We gotta confab!"

Now I'm getting pissed! "What the fuck is 'confab'?” I snarl, looking over this dungeon, my sense of unease growing stronger as I take in the clothes, other Zima and wine cooler bottles, and Virginia Slim packages that are littering the room.

"Urp! It's a military term for conversation," he belches. Aha! Now I'm on familiar ground, my family is riff with deranged veterans. It's a rite of passage for the guys in our clan.

"You talk tough, you ballbustin' bitch, but now it is time to test your meddle!" I swear his eyes rolled around in his head as he belched again, broke wind, and upended the Zima bottle.

"I'm a bit shocked at your behavior, Sniffer” as I imperceptively remove the ben-wa balls and slip them into my purse, "what about all your lip-service about respecting women and the sanctity of womanhood?"

"BWAHAHAHA!” he guffawed, spewing malt liquor out his nose, "That bullshit? It's just that...Bullshit! Girl, you really are a backwoods moron, don't you know that communicating on the Web is like being a politician? Just tell 'em what they wanna hear!"

I'm considering pulling my piece and blowing off one of his meaty testicles when I'm distracted by muffled noises coming from behind the bathroom door. Sniffer grabs my purse, and bellows, "Get 'er, boys!" The bathroom door is yanked open and ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen muscled high school wrestlers charge out and surround me! Uh Oh!

I know, ladies, sounds like a fantasy come true to be in the midst of all that young, sweaty, man-flesh clad only in Speedos. But not under these circumstances. These guys were sporting the Mudville High Trojans embossed on their crotches, and Mudville High is the county's home for wayward shepherd-boys! So whatever Sniffer was up to had to be a twisted, diabolical plot!

Like a trapped animal, I attacked! Oh boy, did I fight! My ancestral Highland warriors would have been proud of me! But, alas, to no avail. I was overpowered by sheer numbers, and pinned against the wall.

Sniffer lurched out of the chair, staggered over to me saying, "This is how it is going to play out, missy” his fetid breath reminded me of my uncle's auto body shop, "first, the bare-assed spankings..."

It was time for me to concede that I might be in some real trouble here. I doubt that I could survive being beaten by fifteen strapping lads. Well, fourteen strapping lads, and one burnt-out, middle-aged degenerate.

"THEN THE ORAL SEX!!” he hollers to the heavens.

This is where I draw the line, "Ye might as well kill me now, fiend, for I'll not be sucking any of y'all's..."

"After you've given us the privilege of being spanked by your exquisite li'l hand, and the even greater honor of paying oral homage to your regal womanhood, we will line up to receive your dainty foot kicked into our cum-laden balls!"

Wow! Talk about the tables turning!

"But, Sniffer, all that spankin' and ballkickin' is an awful lot of work for little ol' me” I snip, shaking off the boys and pushing passed Sniffer to the phone, "I'm callin' for help!"

"NO! I'll not have a bunch of your drunken friends from the Grange in here!"

"Not a bunch, just three” I retort, my eyes hungrily devouring the teenage bulges before me, "the Three Psychos of Eastwick."

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" At the mere mention of the name of my emasculating sister and her two criminally deranged ex-cellmates, Sniffer grabbed his precious jewels in one hand, his can of ether in the other, and ran shrieking from the room!

I bolted to the door. "Come back here!” I shout at his rapidly retreating back, "Geez, wait until Lisa finds out what a chicken-shit she's married to..." Oh well, I turn back to find the Mudville Trojans shuffling around and picking up their clothes.

"Not so fast, boys, how many of you are eighteen, or older?"

Half of them raise their hands.

"Good. Drop your clothes and have a seat on the bed,” I leer at them, "the rest of you get the hell out of here!"

I toss 'em a twenty. "Go on down to Carvel and get yourselves a lollapalooza on Miss Sweet."

I turn back to the seven expectant hard-ons seated on the bed, "Now, I do recall y'all mentioned two of my favorite things: cunnilingus and ballkicking!"

Now, if y'all think that I spent the rest of the afternoon engaged in tawdry sex and testicle torture with seven nubile young men, you're wrong! Because I went ahead and rented the room for two more days and we played out our version of "Snow White" throughout the weekend!

They walked into that room as confused boys, but they walked out, bowlegged, as even more confused men. But I reckon that there will be at least seven very happy, very satiated young ladies come prom night!

Enjoy! More to come.

Nutcracker sweet

PS: Sniffer, I still have your cooler if you want to come and get it.

PPS: Zima sucks!

PART 1

It was a most intriguing telephone conversation.

Having made arrangements to meet up again, I was looking forward to seeing Sniffer. He talks a good game, so I was curious to see just how much he could handle of having his bells rung.

It was the day before our rendezvous and I wanted to make things a little special. I loaded a few choice items into the "tool kit” tossed it into the back of my vehicle, and headed over to Mudville where I was able to secure room #666 at the Dew Drop Inn.

I spent the better part of the afternoon, tidying up and prepping the room for our upcoming debacle then I headed back to my hometown tavern to meet up with my cohorts to discuss the morrow's festivities over some billiards and beer. Of course we all ended up stinkin' drunk, which was fine by me because I wanted to be at my most orneriest in the morning.

Ooops! I reckon that I neglected to tell Sniffer that I wasn't going to be the only one to meet with him. I'm bringing along my sister, Fionna, and her two insane friends, Laraye and Becky; as well as our cousin, Simone, and... well, a couple of surprises too! But what the hell? I'm sure Sniffer will be delighted to be the guest of honor at a ballbusting party for a bunch of horny women. Come morning we loaded my "li'l piggy” hog-tied for ease of transportation, into the back of Fionna's truck, and then we all piled in for the drive over to Mudville where they dropped me off at the Inn, and went on to pick up the last of our party.

When in doubt I stick with what I know: leather crotchless panties, leather boots with silver spurs (big Mexican rowels), leather vest, velvet gloves, and a satin mask; all in black. I finished it off with garish red lipstick and fingernail polish. Guys seem to find this look a turn-on. We'll see just how sexy Sniffer finds it when I dig my bright red nails into his balls and yank 'em around!

I lit some candles, cracked open a beer, and was just starting to warm myself up in anticipation, when I was interrupted from my prurient revelry by a knocking, as if of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. I snapped my panties back into place and rose to answer the door.

Because I was expecting the unwashed, unkempt, unshaven, drug-addled troglodyte of our last meeting I was taken aback upon opening the door to an immaculately groomed, coiffed, and cologned dandy. I only realized it was Sniffer when I saw that not only did this guy have his manly cluster hanging out the zipper of his neatly pressed chinos, but that his "little soldier" was standing at attention.

"Howdy, Nutcracker!” he beamed, extending his hand in greeting.

Hm, might as well get right to it, I thought as I reached passed his hand to grab his exposed testicles, "Get in here, you lovable pervert!" We engaged in small talk, laughed over our first encounter, and I pointed out his cooler that I brought back; loaded with ice, beer, bourbon, but no Zima! It was more than a wee bit surreal standing dressed as Zorro's demented sister while exchanging pleasantries with a yuppie who had his wedding tackle hanging out of his trousers.

But bless Sniffer's heart, he brought about an abrupt end to the awkwardness by hopping onto the bed, bouncing up and down while peeling off his clothes and shouting, "If you like Jell-O, then eat me!"

He stopped bouncing on the mattress, and waggled his hairy nuts at me, "These are for you, Nutcracker! Show 'em what you got!" So I did! I drove my gloved fist into his balls as hard as I could in a nutbusting upper-cut that knocked Sniffer tumbling backwards off the bed!

Oh shit! Now he went and broke his damn fool neck! But he was right back on his feet, staggered a little coming around the bed, shook it off and then stood in front of me, hands on hips, legs spread, his burgundy bulb oozing pre-cum, grinning at me.

I must have really been gawping at him in disbelief because he threw his head back to laugh as I asked, "Do you have titanium nuts, Sniff-man, or aren't those jewels hooked up?"

"Oh, they work just fine, Nutcracker, it's just that you hit like a little girl!"

Well, at 5'4" that's about what I am, but he still has to be one tough mother to laugh off a direct punch to his balls.

"Try again, missy, before I have to go get you some help," he hefted his meaty balls, "I know of a local wrestling team that would just love to get a hold of these, my dearie!"

"Why you sexist son of a bitch!” I snarled as I stepped forward and kneed him square in his balls! He doubled up, fell forward, and his face smacked right into my oh-so-sensitive-breasts.

"Quit droolin' on my tits!" I shoved him back and slapped his face. When his hands reflexively came up to his face, I unloaded a full-frontal kick to his big balls that dropped him to his knees, groaning and clutching himself.

"Bingo! Right where I want you!" I quickly retrieved the handcuffs that I had previously stashed under the mattress. With curses, threats, and force I was able to pry his hands from out of his crotch and cuff his wrists behind his knees.

With Sniffer rocking back and forth on his knees I kicked his bare ass as I passed him on my way to the bureau. I opened the drawer into which I had dumped the "tool kit" the day before and removed a 3" ball-stretcher of stiff leather.

"Aha! Here it is, and don't you fret none, Sniffy, one size fits all!

He rolled his eyes and gurgled, but when I reached between his legs to pull his balls out into the open he started nattering on about mercy.

"Mercy, my ass! You're the one who asked for this, remember? Besides we've barely begun!" I bound his gorgeous testicles (he really does have an exquisite pair, ladies, just asking to be slapped around) in the leather and then I returned to the drawer to take out a length of nylon rope which had a metal snap-clip affixed to one end. I clipped this to the d-ring attached to the ball-stretcher. Then I slid over a chair so that I could thread the free end through the pulley that was hanging from the eye-bolt, which I'd screwed into the ceiling joist yesterday. (whew!) I pulled on the free end until I had taken up the slack, asked Sniffer if he was ready (like I cared), and then to a litany of his squeaky protestations and my breathless profanities I hauled him to his feet by his balls. Then I pulled just a wee bit more, and tied the rope off to the bed frame.

"Comfy, Sniffer?" But I couldn't help to laugh at him when I turned to see him on his tippy toes, ass in the air with his nuts stretched towards the ceiling, hands behind his knees, and head down.

"Geez, what a pathetic sight, Sniffer.” Noticing his withered dick I reached under and tweaked the head of it. "Not so proud of your package now, are you?" I gave him a little peck on the cheek.

When he started in to jabbering on about his balls being pulled off, the softie in me was moved by the tears of genuine pain streaming down his cheeks so I let out just enough rope so that he could stand flat-footed (so I'm not such a heartless bitch, but don't tell everyone). Again to the drawer of toys, and I pulled out my grandda's old shillelagh.

"How about this for starters, Sniff-boy?" I asked while slapping the knobby briar rod into my gloved palm. He started blubbering and begging again, and I had to concur with him. If I laid that walking stick across his bound balls that would be then end of him...and what fun would that be?

"But, man, I can't stand listening to your incessant jabbering." So I turned back to the drawer and rummaged around until I came up with a fat, rubber dildo and a bungi-cord.

"Ta da!" I pressed the dildo sideways into his mouth, much like the bit in a horse's mouth, and to hold it in place I stretched the bungi-cord around the back of his head and hooked both ends of the dildo.

"There. If that doesn't shut you up at least it will muffle you. Now let's see what other goodies we have in the magic drawer...Oh, looky!" I whipped out a strap-on dildo.

"Hey, Sniffer, ever been buggered before?” I asked while sorting out the straps to the damned thing, "Well, today is your lucky day! And you need to practice giving blow-jobs too. I reckon you're going to need to know how before this day is through."

I was just wiggling the strap-on into place when we heard a key in the lock. Sniffer's eyes widened inquisitively.

"Don't worry, it's not the maid... it's our guests!" Sniffer shook his head vigorously and made funny little sounds from behind his latex mouth-organ.

"Oh yeah, Sniffy, and just wait until you see who all is here!" Sniffer blanched, and I laughed, when the door opened.

PART 2

I'm sure we made quite a scene to behold with me dressed as I was and Sniffer trussed up like Bambi on a bad day during deer season. But the cavalcade of the bizarre that came streaming through the door would have fit right in at Mardi Gras in Nawlins, or down in the Keys during Fantasy Fest.

They were led by Fionna, clomping in scuffed boots, wearing faded jeans and braless under her "Ballbreakers of America" tee-shirt. She was sporting black eyeliner, lipstick and fingernail polish.

She squatted down to be eye-to-eye with Sniffer, cast me a side-long glance, and ruffled his hair as she told him, "Damn, Nutcracker looks so good like that I might let her bang me first!" Then she stood, slapped his ass, and went to lean on the wall, picking her teeth with the tungsten tip of stiletto.

When her two sidekicks, Laraye and Becky, came tripping in, giggling in their Xena get-ups of leather and chain-mail, I was pretty sure that this crew had been eating hash for breakfast (cousin Simone always manages to get it in when she comes visiting from Europe...but I'd lay odds that she wouldn't pass a cavity search).

The warrior-princesses were followed by Simone herself floating in, grinning like the Cheshire Cat and looking like a young "Sheena of the Jungle" in a leopard-skin loincloth, moccasins, and simple macramé belt cinched around her lithe waist. I couldn't help to laugh, and even Sniffer cracked a wan smile behind his anatomically correct (sort of) gag.

"Geez, Simone, where did you get that outfit? Ted Nugent have a yard sale?"

Sniffer's wide-eyed grunts brought my attention back to the door where are next guest was propelled into the room by a boot in the ass.

"Sniffer, meet Sonny-boy."

Of course, all that Sniffer could see of my "li'l piggy" were eyes and his testicles as the rest of my ol' man was sheathed in a black, latex, rooster-suit with a zipper across the mouth. His hands were secured behind him. Laraye stepped over to unzip the face and make the introduction, "Say 'Hello' to Sniffer, Sonny-boy, y'all are going to get to do some real male bonding today."

She turned back to Sniffer, "First impressions are lasting, don't you think?" Then she dropped Sonny to his knees with a nutcrushing punch to his exposed balls!

"And I want you to share his pain, Sniffy,” she nodded to Simone, who slapped Sniffer's tender testes causing him to thrash around on his tether. Simone stood there chewing her bottom lip, rolling his balls around on his ass with one hand while she finger-flicked the head of his dick with the other hand.

I could smell the fear before I saw the look of panic on Sniffer's face when he heard a familiar voice bawling, "What the hell's goin' on here!" As our final guest strolled into the room, slapping a large wooden spoon into the palm of her hand, she stepped over Sonny's prostrate form to glare at Sniffer.

"This is what you mean when you tell me that you're going fishing on the Withalacoochee with old army buddies?"

Yep. It was Sniffer's dearly beloved Lisa, his wife. Boy, was she pissed off!

"Dammit, Sniffer, I love you because of your degeneracy, but I will not abide you lying to me!" She said this while tapping Sniffer's forehead with the spoon by way of accenting each word. She turned back to Sonny and motioned with the spoon.

"Get him on his feet!"

The warrior-princesses grabbed Sonny under each arm and hauled him upright.

"For lying to me, I'm going to give you one of these!"

BOOM! Her knee slammed into Sonny's precious jewels, but before he could even react, she called over her shoulder, "And for not inviting me to this party, this!"

BOOM! Again her knee driven into my man's balls, so viciously that I noticed even Fionna flinched (and that's saying something).

Lisa stepped over to Sniffer, grabbed his chin to hold his gaze as she glared into his eyes, "But not yet. I want you boys to be able to get it up for the Gladiator Combat!"

We all started cheering as Lisa slowly, provocatively peeled off the duster she was wearing to bare her shapely body clad only in bra, panties, and garter belts with stockings (black fishnet with the seam up the back, guys). When she leaned over to rub her exquisite apple-ass in her husband's face I think Fionna fell in love!

With the guys groaning and the women hootin' and hollerin' the din in that room was deafening. But above the noise rose Simone's laughter as she flopped backwards onto the bed, hiked the leopardskin up around her thighs, kicked her moccassined heels in the air, and howled, "Blimey, I want one a dem Yanks tae crawl over 'ere, and gimme some 'ead!"

"Dammit, Simone!” Becky chided her, "Don't say that! You'll have the thought-police down on us!"

"Wot ye talkin' 'bout, luv, you south'n girls always say that?"

"Not anymore, Cuz” I started to explain to her, "it's been mandated by the effete foreigners and carpet-baggers that we G.R.I.T.S. can't use that expression anymore."

With that I tossed my head, and when I did Becky pointed at me and said, "What's that?"

Uh oh. I played dumb, "What's what?"

By now silence had ensued and all eyes were on me when Laraye pipes in, "Yeah, it looks like a zipper on the back of your neck."

Oh shit! The jig's up! I vault up onto the bureau and brandish a large bourbon bottle at 'em, “Back, I say. Back!" I unzip my elaborate disguise to reveal, not the diminutive sexual deviate they know me as but my real identity, a seven-foot tall, 440-pound, smelly, hirsute man with a cock like "Mr. Ed" and balls to match! A veritable fornicating god!!

I could hear their jaws drop as they all stand stupefied.

"BWAHAhahahah!" I laughed evilly, "It was the perfect charade! I even had me own sister, cousin, and boyfriend fooled! I would have gotten away with it too..."

(I turn to point an accusing finger at you. Yes, you. The readers and posters of this message board)

"...if it hadn't been for y'all! You meddlesome kids!"

I then pull a Ruger Blackhawk out of the crack of my ass, shoot out the lights, leap to the bed to scoop up Simone (I always did fancy this Cockney trollop) who is staring wide-eyed in fear and confusion, give her a reassuring pat on her delicious rump, hit the floor running, and bolt for the door!! I hip-check Sniffer off his feet which sets him off howling in new agony as he scrambles to get his legs back under him. I stiff-arm Lisa out of our way and we're through the door, clear! Thundering down the hallway with Simone shouting back to Fionna, "Call me ma, and tell her I mightn't be 'ome for Guy Fawkes Day!"

Taking the steps four at a time we burst out into the sunlit dirt lot. I slap Simone down onto the back of my '50 Shovelhead, straddle it myself to fire the hawg up! I turn to Simone who is pushing her chestnut-brown hair out of her eyes, "You had better grab onto me joy-stick, dearie, we've got a long way to go and a short time to get there!"

With Simone wrapping her dainty fingers around me man-root in a firm grip, we peel out of there kicking up a rooster-tail of gravel as we slide sideways out onto the two-lane tarmac! We're really moving because I want to put some distance between us and the rabid mob!

We must holler to be heard over the rumble of Milwaukee steel, and the wind. "Where are we goin', Nutcracker?"

"I'm not 'Nutcracker Sweet', cuz; call me by my real name, Big Mike Mackee! And we're heading to the woods of Carolina to visit with an old friend of mine. So hang on tight, because I slow down for nothing, not even dead raccoons and joggers!"

"Ooo, this is an adventure, Guv'nor! 'ow long a ride is it?"

It's normally a two day cruise, but it'll take us a little longer because we have to detour through the city to pick up a birthday present for my buddy, Billybob!"

"Shoppin' in the big city? Terrific! Would ye buy me somethin' nice tae wear and somethin' sweet tae eat?"

Don't worry; I've got something for you to eat. Besides, it's not that kind of a present. See, Billybob's sexual predilection swings both ways, like a bar door, so what better gift for him than that hermaphrodite, 'Anonymous'? That's where you come in, Simone; I need your expertise to snatch him up!"

"A bloody shanghai, eh? I 'aven't done one a dese in a while. But leave it to me; I know just what to do!"

"I was counting on that. Your people ruled the seven seas with a Navy built on shanghai!"

"Right-o! Impressment's in me blood!"

We lapsed into silence for a few miles until Simone asked, "Wot 'appens when we get tae Carolina?"

"We set up housekeeping: you and me. Billybob and 'Anonymous'. You can teach him that thing you do with your tongue, and he can teach you to cook. If you're going to live in Dixie you need to know how to whip up biscuits 'n' gravy, and a decent cuppa coffee!"

"YeeeeHaw!” Simone lets out a Rebel yell that'd curl any Yankee's hair.

"One more thing, Simone, can I call you 'Eliza'?"

"Sure thing, Professor!" She squeezes my turgid member.

Saved By The… Bust(?)

by number2

Dustin knocked on the dressing room door softly and, when he heard the soft voice from within beckon him, he opened it up and walked in.

"The producer said you wanted to see me, Tiffani," Dustin said with some trepidation in his voice.

"Now Screech, what did I say you had to call me?" Tiffani replied with just a bit of anger in her voice.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I'm sorry. The producer said you wanted to see me, Ms. Thiessen." Dustin had learned, being the youngest of the kids, to show proper respect to the (slightly) older actors on the hit show. The guys didn't seem to have a problem with him but the girls, especially Tiffani, just loved to pick on him.

"And, uh, y'know, my name is Dustin, not Scree…"

"Look Screech," Tiffani somewhat rudely interrupted, "we're all getting older now and I've really noticed some changes in you." She swung around her chair and faced Dustin for the first time. He noticed that she was still clad in her Bayside High cheerleading uniform. The tight red sweater top strained to hold in her burgeoning breasts and the white, pleated skirt didn't cover much of her lithesome legs. He started to get that funny feeling in his pants that he usually got when she wore that outfit. She uncrossed her legs and sauntered over to him.

"When we started this show, the other guys had already gone through their 'changes'," she continued, "so they're pretty much the same, but you, you've definitely been transforming into a man before our very eyes." She was directly in front of him now and he realized that he had really never been this close to her before. In fact, he had been expressly forbidden to maintain eye contact with her and she did everything she could to limit her scenes with him. But now she was so close that he could smell the body lotion she used on her flawless skin, the shampoo in her long brunette hair and even the strawberry flavored lip gloss on her pouty lips.

She ran her index finger down his chest. "I mean, look at you, you're taller, you're more muscular and you even seem to be losing that ridiculous funny voice that you're known for. Her hand continued downward, brushing against the erection that was trying to explode out of his jeans. Despite the fact that he was a full five inches taller than her, he felt like a small child with her, unable to do anything but sweat and quiver.

"And I was wondering." Her hand slid down and cupped his nutsack. "Were you planning to stop doing that stupid voice?" she asked sweetly.

Dustin gulped. His throat was dry and his mind clouded but he was able to understand that she wanted an answer. "Uh, ah, yes, I, uh, I guess so," he stammered out.

Tiffani released his nuts and stated matter-of-factly, "Then I think we have a problem." Dustin was taken aback. He didn't know what was wrong, he just knew he wanted Tiffani's (sorry, Ms. Thiessen's) hand back on his crotch.

"Uh, ah, I'm sure whatever the problem is we can work something out," he said quickly.

"Do you really think so?" Tiffani asked innocently. Dustin nodded and she responded with a big smile.

"Good." Dustin was startled as her hand snaked its way into his pants. "You see, it's just that that dumb-ass voice of yours is what makes you special on this show." Her fingers crawled down his shaft, gently massaging it. He could barely concentrate on her words; he was doing everything he could to not shoot his load.

"We've got the jock, the preppie, the activist, the rich girl and, of course, me, the sweet cheerleader. You're our only link to the geeks, freaks and losers and we don't want to lose our audience." Her fingers wrapped around his ballsack and gripped it securely. "So I had a talk with the other people on the show and we decided it would be a bad idea for you to lose the voice."

"Um, er, okay, I, uh, I guess I could keep doing the voice if it would help the show," Dustin spluttered out.

"See, I told the other girls that you'd do anything to help out… and you will do anything, right?"

"Sure, whatever." He thought, 'I'd do anything to keep your hand down my pants.'

"Good, then you won't mind dealing with the other problem." Dustin had no idea what she was talking about and didn't really care. This was the best day of his life and he was willing to agree to just about anything.

"Screech, I know you'll be able to keep up that asinine tone of voice when we're filming but the problem comes when we do all those mall appearances." Dustin was about ready to cum; he didn't even hear much of what she was saying at this point. "We can't risk you slipping up and accidentally speaking with a man's voice. So I came up with a solution."

'Just a few more seconds,' he thought. 'I'm almost there."

"I'm going to have to castrate you," she said unemotionally.

'Oh God, yes! I'm going to... wait a second… what did she say?"

Tiffani's hand closed tightly around Dustin's balls and any thoughts of pleasure quickly leapt from his mind. As she squeezed, tears began to well up on the young actor's face. He tried to escape but every moment he made pulled his sack away from his body causing him even more pain.

Tiffani smiled as her small hand compressed his nuts like they were Silly Putty. Despite all her strength though, his balls stayed intact and would not rupture. After over a minute of this torture, she happened upon an idea.

She briefly released his scrotum, allowing poor Dustin a moment of respite. Unfortunately for him, his torment was not over, not by a long shot. Tiffani readjusted quickly and focused all her power on just one testicle. Dustin screamed as her nails bit into his flesh as she made a fist with his unfortunate ball trapped inside. Now concentrating on the single testicle, Tiffani was able to put twice as much pressure and she began to feel it give way.

Dustin began to thrash about, trying to get her to lose her grip but she held steadfast. Tiffani even noticed that she was starting to get sexually excited at her co-star's agony. Her pert nipples were erect and her panties were dripping with her juices. She gave one more squeeze with all her might then heard a 'squick' as Dustin's ball exploded. His screams stopped suddenly as he passed, mercifully, into unconsciousness. Tiffani finally let go of him and he slumped to the ground.

Deciding she needed to check her handiwork, she yanked down the comatose actor's jeans and underwear in one swift motion. His scrotum was a disgusting shade of purple and black. Despite the fact she had just done the damage she saw, she was wary to touch it. She probed the pulpy mass with the tip of her pristine white tennis shoe and an electric jolt ran through her entire body. She couldn't resist plunging her hand down into her now-soaked panties and fingering herself to a mind-shattering orgasm as she flattened the mush that was once Dustin's left testicle.

After a few moments Tiffani regained her composure and looked down at the lifeless young man below her. Although her mission was complete and Dustin's nut was turned into paste, virtually assuring that his voice would never change, she wondered if that was enough. She thought that it might be a good idea to destroy his other ball, just in case.

She calmly raised her foot up high and positioned it over his remaining testicle, planning to take it out in one swift motion, when the call signal rang out, alerting her that it was time to film her next scene.

She put her foot back down, blew Dustin a kiss and whispered to him, "I guess you were just 'saved by the bell'," as she skipped out of the room.

Killer Nurse 2

By number2

(sequel to http://bbstories-number2.blogspot.com/2007/08/killer-nurse.html)

The next weeks were the highlight of Nurse Linda Colville’s life. Still soaring from the exhilaration of destroying two Marines, she vowed to make the third’s life a hell on Earth. After soundly defeating Lt. Berry, she subjugated him to her will. The stocky Marine was now the willing slave to the teen nurse that had taught him about her superiority.

Linda had come up with a schedule of daily duties for her slave to perform and she delighted in coming up with new tasks for him, some of which she knew would be impossible for him to perform, just so she could punish him. Lt. Berry would start each morning getting up hours before Linda and foraging through the jungle for food. He would bring it to their makeshift camp and have her breakfast ready before awakening her. Linda decided that the most pleasant way to be woken up would be to have her big, strong Marine supplicate himself at her dainty feet and kiss each one gently. After Berry had done this task, he was to lap at the bottom of her feet until Linda awakened.

Linda slept in Berry’s Marine uniform, which she had altered to fit her lissome body. Berry was to be nude at all times in her presence; Linda would allow him the luxury of wearing underwear when he was out getting food or water from the jungle. Berry would then serve the dominating teen her meal and only when she finished would she allow Berry to partake in whatever leftovers were available.

When Berry finished cleaning up Linda would head outside for her morning calisthenics. Berry would be forced to watch the stunning young girl as she stripped off his/her uniform and performed stretches, lunges and bends in front of him. Any normal man would attain an erection from this sight and Berry was no exception. Months without any release coupled with Berry’s darkest fantasy of being dominated by a woman gave him what became a painful erection every morning. It always brought a smile to Linda’s beautiful face to see the nude soldier, sweating, a massive boner pointing directly at her; it was one of the reasons she would not allow him to wear clothes.

Linda would finish off her morning workout by taking a long swim in the surrounding ocean. She would swim from anywhere from a half an hour to two hours, depending on her mood, and Berry would stand at attention on the shoreline waiting for her to emerge, just to towel her off.

Her morning exercise along with consuming the majority of the food kept Linda in phenomenal shape, possibly in better shape than when she arrived on the island. Berry, on the other hand, was starting to break down. He had dropped from his nearly 200 pounds down to under 180. Linda had graciously shared her supply of quinine (after all, she didn’t want a dead slave) so malaria was not a problem for either of them. Linda has noticed this, of course, but didn’t care, as long he served her.

Afternoons were for Linda’s martial arts practice. She would re-don Berry’s (now her) uniform and spar with the beleaguered lieutenant. What was once a nearly even contest had turned into just another way for Linda to brutalize her servant. Generally, Linda would start by circling Berry slowly, jabbing and feinting, trying to find the perfect opening. Berry attempted to defend himself, but to no avail. When he was completely healthy, she had nearly killed him; now it was a complete mismatch. When Linda was through playing with her toy, she would strike hard and fast. Her favorite targets were Berry’s face and his oversized balls. A quick punch to his head and Berry would almost always raise his defenses leaving his groin wide open. She tried a myriad of attacks; from straight kicks, back kicks and knees to punches, grabs and twists. Eventually one or more of Linda’s blows would fell Berry. This led to another daily ritual; Linda would force Berry onto his back then straddle his face. She would writhe back-and-forth until she exploded in orgasm leaving Berry beaten and extremely horny. She would then retire to her hut for an afternoon nap while Berry was to gather wood for their fire and food for Linda’s evening meal.

One day about a month into their daily routine Linda caught Lt. Berry in the jungle, masturbating. She silently crept up on him as he stroked his cock, lying on his back, eyes closed and moaning. She watched him for a moment then leveled a kick at his overly sensitive nutsack. The boots she was wearing (Berry’s) were much too large for her girlish feet but deliver a painful smash to Berry’s balls. He howled in agony as the comely nurse kicked again and again.

“You…” KICK “Are…” KICK “Never…” KICK “To…” KICK “Do…” KICK “That…” KICK “Again!” shouted Linda before stomping down on Berry’s swelled nutsack. “Do you understand me?” she asked as she ground the tip of her boot into him.

Berry managed a weak, “yes, pl…” before the sickening ‘pop’ of his exploded testicle sent him reeling into unconsciousness. Linda smiled at what she had done and stripped over the prostrate soldier. She fingered herself to a mind-shattering orgasm then walked triumphantly back to her shelter, leaving Berry in the jungle. It was hours before Berry limped back to their camp. When she noticed he was empty-handed, she greeted him with a backhand that sent him to the ground. Berry never masturbated again after that day, though his cock ached for release.

Evenings were spent (by Berry) cooking whatever small game he could catch, serving Linda then feasting on her scraps. Often Linda would have Berry give her a full body massage, knowing what it would do to his already over-stressed libido. Caressing her 19-year-old body made Berry’s cock rigid even on his most weakened days. Linda would playfully swat at or kick his member always making sure not to allow him to blow his load. “Medical experts,” she would say, “know that release of semen depletes your energy and you need all you can get.” Berry would resign himself to her will and sleep frustrated every night.

This went on for nearly three months until one day when Linda was jogging down the beach. Suddenly she heard from the overgrowth, “Halt! Who goes there?” She turned slowly to see a Marine she had never seen before, brandishing an automatic that was leveled at her head. Linda sized him up immediately. He was about 5’11” and 170 pounds. She knew that she could take him easily but he had the drop on her. It took her only a moment to compose herself then she fell down to her knees in front of the surprised soldier.

“Oh thank God you’re here,” Linda wailed. “We thought we would die out here! Are you part of the rescue party?”

The Marine holstered his gun; obviously, this weeping girl was no threat to him. “Rescue party? No, we were dispatched to this island to look for Japs. Our ship will be arriving to pick us up in just a couple of days. Why do you need a rescue? Were you shot down? We heard there was a lot of action going on around here about four-five months ago but nothing lately. How many more are with you?”

Linda ignored his question but followed with one of her own. “You said ‘we were dispatched’; how many others are there?

“Just four, including me. The Marines have been sending small units to all the islands in the area looking for Jap strongholds and…”

“And is your camp nearby?” Linda interrupted.

“Just about a mile to the south; I’ll take you there. Were there any other surviv…?”

“So, four big, strong Marines,” Linda interrupted again. “And I suppose if you got me safely back at your camp you would want a little favor in return…?” She looked directly at the bulge formed in the soldier’s pants.

“W-what?” stammered the Marine. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’ll just bet you don’t,” replied an obviously angry Linda. She thrust her fist up into the Marine’s groin. He fell to the ground wriggling in pain, his eyes wide-open with surprise. Linda pounced on him, striking his balls over and over again. She stood up and kicked him in the side. “You men are all alike!”

The Marine tried to block out the pain as he reached for his holstered weapon. Linda was too quick for him, smashing his hand under her tiny foot, smiling as she heard bones snap. The soldier screamed like a wounded animal. Linda knew that might alert the rest of his squadron so she swiftly shot a kick to the side of his head. It had the desired effect; he was out like a light.

Linda stood completely still, listening for sounds of oncoming Marines. When, after a minute or so, she heard nothing she put her attention back to the comatose man at her feet. She knew he would die, but how? Since she was in no immediate danger of discovery, she decided to have some fun. She stripped him naked then ripped a length of cloth from his shirt. She tied it around his mouth as a gag so he couldn’t yell for reinforcements (no need to take chances). His shoelaces were used to tie his hands behind his back. Linda stepped back, pleased with her work, then splashed some warm ocean water onto his face.

The soldier sputtered and awakened. Linda jumped back and assumed a crouch position, ready for fighting. The Marine assessed his situation. His head, balls and right hand were burning with pain; he was gagged; he was naked and his hands were tied. There was a stunningly beautiful, but quite probably insane, woman standing by him looking for a fight. There was only one thing to do. He struggled to his feet and stared at Linda. She was bobbing up and down on the balls of her feet waiting for him to make his move.

Suddenly he bolted for the jungle! Linda, expecting an offensive move, was surprised. The Marine had a good twenty feet on her before she could even move. She sprinted up the sand, her long legs quickly bridging the distance between them. Just as he reached the edge of the jungle, Linda reached him. She grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked backwards. He fell immediately down to the ground. Linda kept her hold on his hair and pulled him back down the beach. The Marine had no choice but to go with her, walking backwards, his head held aloft by her powerful grip.

When they reached their original starting point, Linda threw him down to the ground. She sat down on his chest, looked into his eyes and said, “Coward. You don’t even deserve a man’s death.” She cupped her right hand over his mouth tightly and pinched his nose with her left. As his air supply dwindled, the dying soldier attempted to buck Linda off his chest. She laughed cruelly as each undulation brought her closer to orgasm. In short order, the bucking stopped and the man was still. Linda held her grip for another minute, savoring her orgasm, making sure the man was dead.

She grabbed the corpse by its hair and pulled it out into the ocean. When the tide took the body away, she ran back onto the shore and buried the soldier’s uniform and weapon. There were still three Marines left on the island (not including Berry) and she was limited in the amount of time she would have to dispatch them. She quickly formulated a plan in her head and set off into the jungle.

Heading south towards where the now-deceased Marine had said their base camp was Linda moved quickly yet quietly through the foliage. She listened intently for any signs of the other soldiers and less than fifteen minutes into her trek she heard voices coming her way. She lay down on the jungle floor, pretending to be asleep and waited for their arrival. It wasn’t much longer until she was discovered. She heard what sound like two distinct voices coming closer and soon those voices were right near her.

“Holy smokes sarge! It’s a lady!” came one of the voices, in a young-sounding Midwestern accent.

“I can see that McIntyre,” went the other voice, deep and husky. “But what the hell is she doing here? And is she alive?”

Linda felt a hand reach down and pick up hers. Fingers felt for a pulse.

“She’s alive sarge! What should we do?”

“Well see if you can wake her up, McIntyre.”

Linda’s arm dropped to the ground and her body was shaken by McIntyre. Linda feigned unconsciousness for a few moments then slowly opened her eyes.

“W-what… w-who are you?” she stammered in mock fear.

“It’s okay lady,” replied McIntyre. “We’re the U.S. Marines. We’re here to help you.”

Linda took her first good look at McIntyre. He was skinny, maybe 150 pounds soaking wet. She estimated from her seated position that he was around 5’8” and no older than 20. In fact, he may have been younger than Linda.

“You’re alright miss,” came the other voice. “Now how about you tell us how you got here.”

Linda turned and saw the largest black man she had ever seen. Well over 275 pounds and a muscular 6’4” tall. His uniform read ‘Blake’. She got over her initial shock at his size and related her tale of the Zero attack and the crash landing on the water near the island. She left out the part about Berry surviving as well, of course.

When she finished Blake said, “That’s quite a story lady. But don’t you worry; we’ll get you home safe and sound. As soon as McIntyre and I find Hudson, we’ll take you back to our camp and our ride home will be along soon.”

“Who’s Hudson?” asked Linda.

“Oh, he’s the other guy in our search party,” replied McIntyre. “We’re looking for Japs and we sent him ahead and now we think he’s lost.”

“That fool’s always getting lost or screwin’ up sumthin’,” continued Blake. “I swear he’s gonna get himself killed one of these days…”

Linda smiled to herself, thinking about the Marine’s body floating out with the current. Then, just as quickly, she brought herself back to the task at hand. She figured she would have to split up this pair if she was to have any chance of taking them out. Blake would have to go first. She got up and dusted herself off making sure the Marines got a good eyeful of her as she stretched her youthful body. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see they were impressed.

Blake pretended not to notice. “C’mon, I think he went this way.” They headed back down the way Linda had come, back where she had killed Hudson. As they walked, Linda held tightly to Blake’s massive arm, clinging to him for support. Blake couldn’t help but to look down at where Linda was strategically displaying her cleavage. In turn, Linda couldn’t help but notice the bulge starting to form in the Marine’s pants.

Linda knew he best chance to take out the burly soldier would be in the jungle so she had to act before they reached the beach. “I think I heard something,” she stated suddenly.

“What? I didn’t hear nothing,” said McIntyre.

“No, I’m sure I heard something back over there,” she stared directly into Blake’s eyes, her tiny hand rubbing gently against the swelling at Blake’s crotch. She mouthed to him silently, “Send him away…”

“Uh, yeah,” replied Blake. “I, uh, think I heard something too. Why don’t you go over there and, uh, check it out… and take your time…”

“Well okay sarge, if you say so…” McIntyre trudged off into the jungle and Linda smiled. Everything was going according to her plan. As soon as the younger Marine was out of sight, she put her full attention on Blake.

She reached her hand into his pants and grabbed hold of his massive member. Blake followed her gladly as she walked back from where they had come. When she was sure McIntyre was long out of sight, Linda pushed Blake up against a tree and ripped his uniform shirt off. She stepped back and admired his well-muscled physique with seemingly not an ounce of fat on him. Trailing her finger down his chest to his stomach only served to make his enormous erection stand out even further.

“Tell me, Sgt. Blake, when was the last time you had a woman?” she asked coyly.

“Well, I haven’t seen my wife in over a year-and-a-half,” he responded.

“And is that the last time you got any?”

“Well… no… A few times with prostitutes… But that was mostly blow-jobs, so that doesn’t really count…”

“And is that what you want from me?” Linda asked as she slowly pulled down the Marine’s pants.

“Oh… God… Yes…” Blake stammered out. Linda went to her knees in front of him.

“And you’re sure your wife won’t mind this?” she asked as she engulfed the head of his cock with her lips.

“N-no, she won’t ever know,” said Blake as Linda’s tongue snaked across the underside of his shaft. Linda nearly gagged on the massive tool but knew it wouldn’t be for long. She attempted a smile then bit down with all off her might.

“Aaaiiighh!!!” screamed Blake as her pushed Linda away. “What the fuck are you doing, you crazy bitch?” As the large Marine checked his bleeding member for damage, he never saw Linda’s right foot come up into his unprotected nutsack. Blake let out a high-pitched yelp and dropped to his knees. Linda knew she couldn’t let up her attack and she shot a round kick to his head that snapped it back into the tree behind him. There was a sickening ‘crack’ and Blake fell face forward into the ground before him.

Linda smiled at the rather quick work she had made of the huge Marine; she really thought he would be more of a challenge. Her satisfaction was short-lived however as she heard the sounds of McIntyre returning to her position.

When McIntyre reached them, he saw his sergeant lying facedown in the short grass. He pulled out his revolver and pointed it at Linda, his hand shaking nervously.

“What happened? What did you do to him?” the young man demanded.

Linda immediately shifted to her scared little girl routine. “He… he tried to rape me,” she sobbed. “And when I tried to run, he tripped over his own pants and hit his head on a rock.” McIntyre lowered his gun as the beautiful nurse sauntered over to him. She opened up her uniform shirt, nearly exposing both of her breasts. “He said… he said he was going to… suck on these… and then… and then… he was going to…” Linda fell into the youthful Marine’s arms, weeping.

McIntyre was unsure of what he should do, help his unconscious, injured sergeant, or help the distraught, young nurse. As Linda wept, she sized up McIntyre. He was barely out of his teens, didn’t look to be very strong and, she decided, was worthy of a quick and (relatively) painless death. She gripped McIntyre by the head and kissed him deeply, her tongue wrapping around his. Releasing the kiss, she guided him down to her breasts where she held him tightly.

McIntyre had never been with a beautiful woman, or any woman for that matter, and had no idea what to do. He did know that he enjoyed being between her two perfect breasts though. Linda held him there not moving and, after a short while, McIntyre began having trouble breathing. Linda clutched him tightly to her and there was no room for any air to get in. McIntyre started to panic. He struggled to get free, but Linda’s grip was tight. Soon, his oxygen supply was exhausted and he passed out. Linda grabbed him by the head, kissed his pale blue lips then snapped his neck with one quick twist.

The pity Linda felt was quickly overwhelmed by the intense orgasm she felt at the death of another Marine. She was considering what to do with the bodies when she heard a noise from Blake. He wasn’t dead yet!

She walked over to his prostate form and stood over him, thinking about her options. She could kill him easily right now in his debilitated state… but where was the challenge in that? She examined Blake’s body; he had a welt on the back of his head the size of a silver dollar. With some effort, she removed his uniform and flipped him onto his back. There was some blood coming from his now-broken nose from where Linda had kicked him earlier. His cock had stopped bleeding and, strangely, was still somewhat rigid. Linda kicked at it lightly with her bare foot and it responded by pulsing slightly.

She continued to manipulate his member with her toes, bringing back his full erection. Linda marveled at its size. She noticed, by placing her foot down firmly on it, that his cock was roughly the length of her entire foot. Linda decided to see how close she could come to bringing the large black man to orgasm before awakening him. She stripped off her uniform, leaving both of them naked, and stroked the underside of his dick with her dainty foot. Soon she felt his ballsack start to tense up underneath her heel and she knew he was ready to cum. She ceased her rubbing and bent down at Blake’s face.

“Blake… Blake, honey… wake up,” she said soothingly. When he didn’t respond, she slapped him roughly several times across his face. Finally, he started to stir.

“Wh… what happened?” he said groggily.

Linda whispered in his ear, “I beat you unconscious… and now I’m going to kill you.”

Blake shook off the cloudiness in his head, remembering the events of a few moments ago. He focused his eyes on Linda, now standing over him, her arms akimbo, defiant and nude. Blake realized that he also was nude, and that he had an enormous erection that was ready to shoot. He vaulted to his feet, not knowing what to do.

“You’re crazy, bitch! Ain’t no way I’m having anything to do with you!” he said, staring down at her lithesome body. Linda walked a few steps towards him, her body almost touching his. Blake stepped back and Linda laughed.

“Oh, is the big, bad Marine afraid of little ol’ me?” She continued to walk to Blake and he continued to back up. “C’mon Blake,” she said, poking his chest. “Afraid to take on a little girl?” Blake had no idea what was wrong with the lovely nurse and didn’t want to find out. He kept on backing up until, at last, he tripped over a mound in the jungle’s undergrowth. He soon realized, to his shock, that it was the body of McIntyre.

“What the hell did you do to him?” he asked horrified.

“The same thing I’m going to do to you… after I’ve had a little fun, that is.” She scampered away leaving Blake with the body of his fallen comrade. The anger welled up inside the Marine and he leapt up and chased after the nimble nurse. It didn’t take long for him to catch up to her. When he reached her, he grabbed her from behind, lifting her up in a massive bear hug. Linda was still laughing as he tried to squeeze the life out of her.

She reached down between her legs where Blake’s tool was jutting out below her moist pussy lips. Grasping it firmly in both hands, she proceeded to pummel his nutsack repeatedly with the heels of her feet. Blake held on for as long as he could but soon the pain forced him to drop his prey.

Linda, on the other hand, did not release her grip. She deftly flipped her body over, still holding on to Blake’s rod. When she landed on the ground she yanked at his dick roughly, causing him to shoot his seed in an arc about six feet past Linda. Knowing that he was now in a weakened and confused state, she let go of his now-withering member and began to shoot punches at Blake’s spent balls.

Blake couldn’t take the abuse for very long and fell to his knees trying to cover himself up. Linda sprang up from the ground and leveled a knee at Blake’s face, sending him reeling back down to the ground. Before he could even think of trying to recover, Linda was on top of him. She sat on his chest, pinning his arms to the jungle floor with her strong legs. With her left hand, she throttled his throat and her right came down again and again into the mess that was once his face. Blake tried to beg her to stop, but all that came through the blood, split lips and broken teeth were gurgling sounds.

Linda felt a surge of adrenaline as wave after wave of orgasm overtook her. She knew that Blake was near death and a few blows would finish him but she wanted to destroy him a little bit more first. She rolled off his body and positioned herself between his legs. Gripping one testicle in each hand, she placed her feet underneath his scrotum, using Blake’s body as her leverage.

She stretched herself out pulling Blake’s battered balls with her. Blake tried to scream, but to no avail. Mustering all of her strength Linda pulled the sack to its limit. She dug her sharp nails down deep and started to feel the sack give way.

Suddenly Linda was on her back, a spray of blood shooting from Blake’s groin and two severed testicles in her hands. She inspected them for a few moments, rolling them around with her fingers. When she tired of this, she squeezed them as hard as she could, feeling them pop, one after another, and letting the pulp run out of her fist.

Moments later Linda regained her composure and went over to inspect Blake. He had blacked out from the pain and would certainly soon die from blood loss but Linda would have none of that. She lifted her foot high above Blake’s mess of a face and brought it down swiftly. There was a sickening crunch and Blake stopped breathing.

Linda smiled as she surveyed the damage she had caused. McIntyre lay in a crumpled heap and Blake was a bloody, destroyed mess. Linda’s own body was none the worse for wear but it was nearly covered with Blake’s blood. Her uniform, lying over by a tree, looked to be relatively clean so she scooped it up and headed back to the ocean to clean herself up.

Leaving her clothes on the shore, she jumped into the warm waters of the Pacific and rubbed her lithe body with the salt water, cleaning off the Marine’s blood. She began to giggle thinking about the expressions, the sheer terror she had seen in the soldiers’ face just before she killed them. Destroying Berry’s will these last few months had been fun, but it was nothing compared to the exhilarating rush that came with the utter defeat and destruction of those poor men.

She completed her washing and headed back up the shore to fetch her uniform. Her body glistened in the late afternoon sun and she was positively aglow with her victories. Just before she reached her clothes a man stepped out of the jungle, a gun pointed directly at her. The fourth Marine.

Linda had nearly forgotten all about him in her excitement. She sized him up immediately. He was an older man, looked to be in about his mid-40s. He was about six feet tall and probably a bit over 200 pounds. She could tell by the gold leaf on his uniform that he was a Major. His nametag read Saunders. Despite his age, he looked to be in fairly good shape and his face showed the lines of a man that had been in more than a few combat situations. His steel-blue eyes stared Linda down unwaveringly and his gun hand was steady.

Linda immediately went into her frightened woman routine. “Thank God you’re here! I thought I was the only one on this island. Are you with a rescue party?”

“Can it sister,” the gruff Marine replied. “I saw what you did to my men back there and I’m taking you in. Next time clean up your bloody footprints if you want to try to pull something like that.”

Linda was take aback initially but quickly changed her story. “But… but… you don’t understand. They were going to rape me and they got into a fight over who would go first and…”

“Not going to work honey. I know McIntyre and he wouldn’t harm a woman, probably not even a Jap one. And Blake’s saved Mac’s life so many times that I know he wouldn’t fight to the death with him… not even over a pretty little filly like you. Now I’m taking you back to camp. As soon as my transport gets here they’ll take you into custody and you’ll get yourself a full military trial followed by a nice execution.”

“But… but, I didn’t…” Linda could see it was useless to try to reason (fool) the Major so she acquiesced. She started over to pick up her uniform.

“Uh-uh missy,” said Saunders, following her with his pistol. “I don’t know what you’ve got in there and I don’t know how you took out two of my men (he obviously didn’t know about Hudson) but I’m gonna keep you just like that until I can get you in a secure area.”

Linda shrugged and moved towards the Marine. He quickly circled around her, keeping his gun trained and enough space between them that Linda couldn’t risk an assault.

“Okay sweetheart, march!” Linda had no choice but to do what the Major ordered and she headed back into the jungle. Their entire walk she kept looking for some way to distract or overpower Saunders but he was a cagey veteran and he gave her no opportunities. She could see smoke nearby and knew they must have been very close to the Marines’ camp.

There was a noise behind them, a branch snapping and a rustle of leaves.

“Hudson! Is that you? Get over here! I need your help!” A few moments later, some of the brush opened up and out walked Lt. Berry, clad only in his underwear. Saunders turned and pointed the gun at this new fellow, figuring that this must be the woman’s accomplice, after all, there was no way a woman could do all that damage.

That was what Linda was waiting for. She bolted towards Saunders. He turned and swung the pistol towards the small nurse, just as she leapt into the air. With a perfectly timed kick, the gun flew out of his hands and somewhere into the undergrowth. Now Linda figured she had the advantage.

She landed expertly in a crouch and threw a fist at Saunders’ crotch. He deftly blocked it and countered with a chop aimed at Linda’s head. She rolled out of the way and spun up to her feet. Both combatants stood in ready positions eyeing each other warily.

At the same moment, each of them attacked. Neither blow connected, as their expertise seemed evenly matched. They continued to launch attack after attack at each other but to no avail. Linda used her speed and flexibility to avoid nearly all of Saunders’ punches and Saunders’ skill kept Linda at bay.

They circled each other again and then Linda saw an opening. She feinted a punch at his head and, when Saunders went to block it, she shot a kick to his exposed rib cage, which connected soundly. Saunders let out a moan and Linda smiled. This old guy was tough but she had finally weakened him.

Again they circled and again Linda tried the same move. This time when she connected, she heard one of the Marine’s ribs crack. She decided to try again. Another fake head shot, another kick, but this time Saunders was ready. As soon as her leg struck (with a blinding flash of pain for him), he grabbed her and threw her down to the ground.

The air rushed out of the young girl as Saunders’ bulk came crashing down on top of her. Still, he was injured with a cracked, maybe broken, rib so she did not panic. Saunders attempted to punch Linda in the face but she was able to block with some ease. She scratched at the Marine’s face, drawing some blood, but he seemed not to notice or care. He grabbed her right wrist and pinned it to the ground, limiting Linda’s punch ability. Suddenly an idea came to her. She wrapped her powerful legs around Saunders’ torso and began to squeeze with all her might. The pain in his side was magnified immeasurably but the Major knew he couldn’t let that stop him. Linda started laughing with delight and Saunders raised his fist to smash in her pretty face.

“BLAM!”

A shot rang out in the otherwise peaceful jungle and both fighters stopped and looked to see what it was.

Lt. Berry had found Saunders’ pistol and was pointing it, first at Saunders, then at Linda, back and forth, back and forth…

Saunders reluctantly got of Linda and stood, his hands in the air. Linda followed suit, not knowing what was going through Berry’s mind. As the barrel of the gun shifted from one to another Linda was the first to speak.

“Shoot him Berry! That’s an order!” she screamed out.

Saunders was much calmer. “Listen son. This woman just killed two Marines and I’m taking her into custody.”

“Berry! Do it!”

“I don’t know what she’s done to you, boy, but it’s time to be a soldier. Now give me that gun.”

“Berry,” Linda said softly. “Shoot him and I’ll give you what you’ve always wanted.” She rubbed her sweaty, dirty body up and down. “Do it and this is all yours.”

“Son! Do your duty as an American!” Saunders ordered.

Linda licked her lips and smiled.

Thoughts raced through Berry’s head. He had no idea what to do. Should he do the ‘right thing’ and give up Linda or should he submit to the will of the beautiful young nurse. His mind swirled and his gun arm dropped.

Both Linda and Saunders rushed towards Lt. Berry.

“BLAM!” Rang out another shot.

Berry looked down and saw the smoking gun in his hand.

Saunders looked down and saw the gaping hole in his gut.

Linda calmly took the gun away.

She watched as Saunders writhed in pain. She walked up to him at put the gun to his temple.

“BANG!” she yelled, giggling as Saunders flinched. Berry was still standing in his place, unmoving, in a state of shock. With some effort she dragged Saunders over to the nearest tree and sat him up, making sure he could see what was to happen.

She sauntered over to Lt. Berry and dropped to her knees in front of him. Pulling down his underwear, his penis was flaccid, probably from fear or surprise. She fondled his scrotum, squeezing the pulpy mass that was once one of Berry’s testicles and then engulfed his cock with her mouth.

It didn’t take long for the Lieutenant to become fully rigid inside her warm, moist mouth. Linda licked and sucked up and down the shaft, occasionally stealing glances at the hapless Major who watched everything as he was painfully bleeding to death.

When she had had enough, she pulled Berry down to the ground and laid him on his back. She mounted him easily; her cunt was as moist as his cock. Berry was still in a stupor but knew what was going on. He bucked his hips up in time with hers, penetrating her deeply. She rode him like an expert, bringing herself to orgasm twice. Every time she could feel he was ready to blow, she slowed, controlling him, making him last longer.

Finally, as she neared a third orgasm, she knew he could hold it no longer. She stopped moving allowing Berry to thrust with all his might. Coolly she picked up the pistol that was next to them and aimed it at Saunders. She waited for the moment just before Berry was going to cum and pulled the trigger.

Berry exploded into her just as Saunders’ head exploded into a fine red mist. Linda collapsed onto Berry as she experienced the most mind-numbing orgasm of her life. She lay on top of him; the only sound their breathing, for nearly five minutes.

Over the next two days, Linda supervised while Lt. Berry buried Linda’s newest conquests. Although it wasn’t really necessary, she got a perverse thrill out of pointing the gun at the hapless soldier while he worked and occasionally clicking the now-empty weapon. She refused to let Berry mark the graves in any way preferring to masturbate herself to climax over each filled grave as she relived the experiences in her mind and Berry stood and watched.

The Marines’ camp was low on supplies and Linda knew their pick-up would be coming soon. She also knew she couldn’t let Berry get on that transport ship with her. She could kill him easily enough. There was plenty of guns and ammunition at the Marines’ camp and she certainly wouldn’t have had any difficulty in taking out the young man in hand-to-hand combat but she wanted a little something different.

She decided that she would make Berry one final meal. He was surprised to see her cook; up until now he had done all of the cooking (and cleaning and whatever other chores there were to be done). As Berry set the table in the Marine’s camp, he never noticed Linda slipping the drugs into his food. They sat down to eat and the young nurse was positively beaming.

“Those Marines’ transport ship should be here any day now. You must be excited to be going home,” Linda said with glee. Berry was taken aback again. Nurse Colville had never really talked to him before, just barked out orders, which he dutifully followed.

“Uh, yeah, uh, I guess so,” he replied. Linda smiled. She knew anyone else would kill to get off this godforsaken island but this young Marine was so subjugated to her will that he didn’t know what to think.

“Too bad you’re not going,” she stated matter-of factly. Berry gulped. He knew this moment was coming. She was going to kill him. He thought quickly. He knew he couldn’t beat her. Maybe he could run. Run and hide until the transport ship arrived. He bolted from his seat and ran towards the jungle. But something wasn’t right. His feet weren’t moving like they were supposed to. In addition, he was feeling lethargic, tired, like he was moving in quicksand. He turned and saw Linda walking towards him, laughing. Then everything went black.

Sometime later (hours, days?) Berry awoke in the middle of the jungle. As his head cleared, he couldn’t believe he was still alive. He got his bearings and ran to the Marines’ campsite. His first thought was to look around for the cruel, young nurse but she was nowhere to be found. In fact, the entire camp was nowhere to be found. Everything, the tents, the supplies, the guns, was gone save for a small box sitting in the middle of what was the campsite.

Berry picked up the box and read the note attached: “Dearest Lt. Berry, while you were sleeping, the transport ship arrived. You were looking so peaceful I didn’t have the heart to wake you. Besides, I couldn’t have you telling stories about me to those other big, bad Marines, now could I? I’ll always remember our time together. Love, Nurse Colville XOXOXO P.S. I left you a present. I’m sure you’ll know what to do with it.”

Berry threw the note down and opened up the box. Inside were a service revolver and a single bullet. Berry knew he had no options. There was little food on the island and, without quinine, malaria would soon infect him. He put the bullet into the chamber, spun it around and placed the barrel in his mouth.

“CLICK.” The sound resonated in Berry’s ears as tears streamed down his face.

“CLICK.” He muttered a silent curse.

“BLAM!” The young lieutenant was no more. His lifeless body slumped to the ground; his head oozing blood.

Two hundred yards away Linda Colville sat watching the Marine take his own life, through a pair of binoculars. Her other hand busily penetrated her moist box and her orgasm coming only moments after Berry’s shot rang out.

Breathing heavily, she decided to take a dip in the ocean. She was covered was sweat and needed to cool off. As she approached the water’s edge, she spied in the distance a large grey ship. She grinned. Her story was now straight – how Berry had raped her, killed the other Marines and then despondently committed suicide.

As she washed off her smooth skin, she thought to herself, “I wonder how many big, strong Marines are on that ship…”

The Jenna Sosa Story

Woman kicks cop in groin, lands in jail
THE JOURNAL NEWS
(Original publication: October 13, 2006)
PEEKSKILL - After a police officer stopped Jenna Sosa for blasting her car stereo and driving with a suspended license, she could have gone to the police station, where she would have been charged, processed and released.
But instead, the 20-year-old Peekskill woman kicked Officer Christopher Vazeos several times in the groin, sending him to the hospital and herself off to the county jail, Detective Sgt. Eric Johansen said today.
The incident began around 12:20 p.m. yesterday on the 1000 block of Park Street when Vazeos pulled Sosa over because she was playing her car stereo too loud, police said.
He ran a check on her driver's license, which showed that it was suspended, a misdemeanor, police said. Vazeos then placed Sosa in the back of his cruiser to bring to the station for processing.
While Sosa was in the cruiser, Vazeos saw her talking on her cell phone. When he tried to take it away, she kicked him several times in the groin, sending him to the Hudson Valley Hospital Center, police said.
He'll miss at least a week of work, Johansen said.
Police charged Sosa with second-degree assault, a felony, third-degree aggravated unlicensed operation of a motor vehicle, a misdemeanor, and violating a city ordinance on loud car stereos.
She was arraigned in City Court and sent without bail to the county jail.
"Had Sosa behaved as one would have expected, she likely would have been released from custody after receiving a couple of tickets." Johansen said in a release issued this morning.
"Instead, she decided to escalate the situation by assaulting a police officer causing him to be removed from duty, and is now sitting in the County Jail pending a future appearance."

by number2

Jenna sped down the road, the new Justin Timberlake hit blaring out of her red convertible’s customized car stereo. She was headed to pick up her best friend Tina then they were going out for a night out at her favorite club for a little drinking, a little dancing and, if she felt like it, an unforgettable night for one (or two) lucky guys.

She touched up her lip-gloss in the rearview mirror, not an easy task to do with her long brunette hair whipping in the wind. Too late, she saw the telltale red-and-blue lights behind her.

“Shit!” she exclaimed. She had recently lost her license, a natural occurrence for a girl who loved to drive fast. She knew how to deal with this. As she reluctantly pulled over to the side of the road, she undid the top two buttons of her silk blouse. After she shut off her engine, she hiked up her already too-short skirt exposing most of her tanned and toned legs.

Officer Vazeos had seen this all too often. Another spoiled daddy’s girl with a graduation present car and a stereo that cost more than his month’s salary.

“License and registration,” he mumbled even before looking at the girl in the car.

“Here you are officer,” Jenna said sweetly. “Is there some sort of problem?” Reaching for the IDs the frazzled officer finally saw the woman he had pulled over. Simply put, she was the hottest woman he had ever seen. Her heaving breasts were barely contained by her top and her skirt was so short he thought he could see ‘something’ in-between her impossibly long legs.

“Um, ah, yeah,” he stammered. “Your, um, stereo was uh, way too loud.”

Jenna beamed. He was right where she wanted him. “I’m sooooo sorry,” she cooed. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Uh, mmm, okay,” the hapless officer mumbled. “Let me, um, just run your license and I’ll let you go with a warning, I guess.” He stumbled back to his car, his raging hard-on straining at the front of his pleated pants.

Jenna sat in her car and steamed. She knew if he checked her suspended license, she was fucked.

Moments later, he came back to her car. “Miss Sosa, I’m afraid your license is showing up as suspended. Please get out of the car. I need to book you down at the station.

Jenna sighed, grabbed her purse and stepped out of her car. Officer Vazeos nearly had to bite his lip as her looked over her perfect form. In her six-inch clear platform heels, she was almost as tall as he was and when she brushed her perfect, young ass against him, he almost shot a load.

She calmly entered the back of his car and crossed her legs, resigning herself to the fact that she was going to be booked. It wasn’t the first time and she knew he daddy would be right down to bail her out. As the door closed, she remembered Tina; she had to call her and let her know what had happened.

She took he cell out of her purse and hit “2” on the speed dial. Just then, Officer Vazeos decided to steal one more quick glimpse at the vixen he had ‘captured’.

“Um, miss, no phone calls until we get to the station,” he said through the window.

“Just one quick call to my friend to let her know I won’t be coming…”

Officer Vazeos opened the back door. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist,” he said reaching for the phone.

Jenna swung her legs onto the seat trying to hold off the rude policeman. Not unexpectedly, she saw his huge boner as he moved in closer.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “You’re trying to rape me!” Before the officer could say or do anything, Jenna thrust her platform heel into his groin, sending him sprawling backwards out of the car.

Jenna tried to get out of the car using the door behind her but it was locked. She shimmied across the seat to the open door and jumped out, only to be met by a barely recovered Officer Vazeos. He grabbed her, but in his weakened state was no match for her fiery Latin temper. She wheeled him around, shoved him against his own patrol car and shot two hard knees up into his ballsack before letting him fall to the ground.

“You thought I was a defenseless little girl you could have your way with!” she spat at him. “Well now who’s defenseless?”

Meanwhile, the call to Tina had gone through and through the garbled conversation she had made out the word ‘rape’ and quickly called 911.

Jenna heard the approaching sirens and smiled. This rapist cop was going to get what was coming to him.

Through a haze, Officer Vazeos tried to cope with what had happened. He wasn’t sure what was worse – the humiliation he was sure to suffer at the station house or that fact that he was so turned on by being destroyed by a hot 20-year-old. He looked through watery eyes to see Jenna standing before him, hands on hips, saying something he couldn’t make out. He reached out towards her, unable to speak.

“Un-fucking-believable,” Jenna thought. “This son of bitch wants more. Fine then. I’ll give him some more.” She strode confidently around the officer on his hands and knees and eyed the space between his legs. With all the power she could muster, she swung her legs forward, feeling his testicles crush up against the top of her foot before he went flying forward, collapsing on his face.

Just then, the other officers arrived. Seeing one of their own on the ground, they had no choice but to arrest Jenna and book her on aggravated assault charges. Officer Vazeos was sent home for a week to recuperate (but mostly what he did was masturbate to the thought of Jenna smashing his balls).