Betty and the Burglars

By noriko

"A double, without ice," Darren said to the bartender. Yesterday had been a good day for business, and he was going to celebrate. A few weeks earlier, he had overheard a kid talking about his parents going on holiday for a few weeks, and had been savvy enough to find out the family's address. The stuff they had hauled out that night had to be worth at least 3-4 grand, a TV, a VCR, a brand new computer with all the bells and whistles- that family would sure have a shock when they got back. But hey, they seemed pretty well off judging from the apartment- it wouldn't hurt them too badly, and Darren and his mates had the money to have some fun for a while.

As the barman served up a drink, Darren spotted a woman out of the corner of his eye. She seemed kind of oldish, but she had a really nice chest, and from what he could see her ass didn't look half bad either. Seemed worth a shot, what the hell.

"Yo, barman," said Darren. "Send one of your finest over to the lady." If she accepted it, he'd score tonight.

Sure enough she accepted, and without even looking up. There was something strange about her though. She didn't seem at all interested in anything, like she was in a deep depression or something. And she didn't even acknowledge Darren, to his disgust. Her mind seemed just somewhere else.

Darren had wasted his money though, so he decided he might as well follow through. Mustering up an air of male suavity or something of such sorts, he paced up to the table at which she was sitting.

"Yo, baby," he said in a manly sort of way (he thought). "The name's Darren. What's yours?" The woman didn't even acknowledge his existence, and just kept sipping her drink, the drink that he had bought her. Her eyes were blank, as if focused on some point far away. Darren decided to step it up a few gears (hey, what good was she if she wouldn't give some ass).

"Hey baby, it's a cute booty you got there. How 'bout you give me some of that ass."

The lady's head shot 'round like she had just sat on a pin. "What?" she said icily. "Are you trying to chat me up?"

“Ummm…” was Darren to answer to that. “Well, baby, I was just, um, sort of wondering whether you be lookin' for some male companionship, that's all."

"Because I'm not that kind of girl, shorty. So just leave me alone."

Shorty? Yeah, Darren was short, 5 foot 2 when he wore his tall shoes, but he hated being called shorty. That was what people had called him in school, and hearing the word just about gave him a rash. Anyway, height doesn't matter that much in bed.

"I may be short," shot back Darren, drawing himself up to his full height. "But I've got one thing to tell you. I'm proud to inform you that I have the biggest most enormous goddamn Johnson that you have probably ever seen."

The woman just burst out laughing, because that had been the last thing she had expected to hear. She laughed and laughed, until tears were coming out of the corners of her eyes. Darren didn't see what was so funny, and found the whole thing kind of weird actually, but hey, he had somehow made her laugh. Maybe he had a chance after all.

"I like that shorty," the woman spluttered, trying to stop laughing. "That was good. I like that. But listen, I'm just not that kind of girl. Last time I had sex was in the Summer of Love, 1972."

1972??? No way! Sure she looked a bit oldish, but she didn't look THAT old.

"It's never late to get started again," suggested Darren helpfully.

"Sorry, shorty, but that's just not the way I am. I'm an independent kind of woman. I don't have men in my house, and I like it that way. So you can take you big enormous goddamn Johnson and go." She couldn't hold out anymore and just burst out laughing again.

Single woman living alone eh? Darren was beginning to be interested for a whole new reason. Judging from the way she dressed, she didn't seem too badly off either. He didn't need to tell his mates for this one- this was a job he would keep just for himself. He would get some merchandise with which to finally get the money buy the new Toyota 7-series he had always wanted, and he could get some ass too. Her handbag was open, and a purse was gently peeking out. If he could just… Got it! Everything was A-OK. This job would be a pleasure.

* * * * *

Betty Armstrong, age 52, single, no kids. Some nice looking credit cards, a driver's license, a membership card to a gym (so that's where she kept that boobs and ass firm). And she lived on one of the swishiest streets in town- if she didn't have a big Rottweiler or something in the backyard, this job would be a dream.

Darren's wiener was hard as rock at the thought and he could hardly think straight. He would pounce on her while she was asleep, force her legs apart, and ah... pre-cum was just about oozing from his penis. He couldn't wait one more second. He would do it tonight- right now! Hardly able to walk straight because of his erection, Darren got onto his bike. Betty Armstrong here I come! He was far too pre-occupied with such thoughts to notice the eyes following him from the bushes.

Apple Tree Avenue 43 yes, no mistake about it, this was the place. And a nice house it was too - 2 big floors, a nice garden, no dog and what do you know, there was even a ground-floor window that didn't seem properly locked. Edging it open slowly, Darren crept in.

* * * * *

In the bedroom, Betty Armstrong was lying on her back on the bed, naked as the day she was born. On a TV screen in front of her, a self-defense video was playing. She hadn't originally been planning to watch the tape, but her friend Edna from the bridge circle had forced it on her after she had successfully used a technique described there to foil an attempted robbery.

She had been awoken by a sound downstairs, and when she went down to see what the matter was she spotted some fat kid going through her jewelry drawer. Determined not to be a victim, she had rushed the man, but had thrown her to the ground and pulled a knife out of his pocket. Undeterred, and seeing that the man was in a corner, Edna had stamped up between his uprights. Her short summer nightie, now hiked up around her middle, had given her bare legs all the freedom they needed. Letting out a yelp, the man was forced to drop his knife, and he tried to find a way to get on top of her, or at least around her. At least out of the corner. But there was to be no escape. Edna, who had learnt from her self defense tapes that a man is helpless against a concerted attack to the genitals, even when performed by an elderly lady or a child, and who was incensed with rage at having her home violated, had stamped up again and again- his thighs, his stomach, and as his legs bent and closed and his hands came down to shield his testicles that had been hurt by her first attack, she even got one upward stamp into his solar plexus. As the tape had said, her attack proved more than he could stand, and he collapsed to the ground, being kicked all the way. As soon as the man was on the ground, Edna had scrambled to her feet, and as he had tried to get up she had kneed him in the face. He tried to get off the floor again, this time leaving his legs wide open, and Edna had not missed the chance. Holding her frilly silk nightie up around her middle so that it would not get in the way, Edna had rammed her foot into his weak spot full force. From there on in, the matter was one for the police.

Betty had been skeptical about the whole self-defense industry for a while - she hadn't really believed a woman, especially an older woman like herself, could successfully bring down and defeat a physically much stronger man in a fight, or even offer up enough resistance to deter him from committing a crime. If the man was committed, his superior strength and technique would always show through, and she couldn't believe a poke to his wee-wee or any other technique would stop him if he was serious, and certainly not knock him out. But Edna's story had made her reconsider- after all, Edna was almost ten years Betty's senior, and was not exactly a model of physical fitness- and yet she had completely disabled a younger man twice her size. Something about that made Betty so wet- she could hardly listen to the story as Edna told it, because she was afraid she would cum any second and make a fool of herself in public. But in the privacy of her own home she could be alone with her fantasies of the male penis, male testicles.

On the tape, she watched some expert explain about female self-defense. It was all she had dreamed it would be.

"If a woman gets into trouble," the instructor on the screen explained, "she should never forget that her best friend is the man's testicles. A good blow right between a man's legs, even a not-so-good blow between his legs, can knock any man unconscious. However much muscle-power a guy has, he can never grow muscles on his testicles."

The pictures of male genatalia on screen the though of what was in a man's pants. The hair in between Betty's legs was dripping. "I want balls," she thought, her body bathed in sweat. "I want a penis and balls. I want to touch them, to hold them, even to hit them. I want them right now." Her body was bathed in sweat as she rolled uncomfortably on the bed.

"Women should know," the voice on the screen went on, "that women who know about the male pain centre and who decide to struggle win almost 70% of the time. More than 2 in 3. And often by knocking their opponents unconscious. If a woman decides before a fight that she will focus her attack between her opponent’s legs, her chances of winning the fight are far superior to that of the man."

The picture on the screen was of a naked man walking through a field, his penis and balls gently swaying from side to side. This was too good. This was more than Betty could take.

PART 2

"If a woman finds herself in trouble," the instructor continued, "she must remember that even a light blow to a man's pain centre will immobilize him completely. Visualize where his balls are, then kick them, knee them, punch them, bite them, grab and squeeze them if you can, slam something into them. Never underestimate how much it hurts a man to be hit there. It doesn't matter how you hit them- there was a thirteen year old girl in Thailand who was alone in a girls' shower and was attacked by a rapist. She remembered what her mother had taught her about the male anatomy, and threw the bar of soap she was scrubbing herself with at the point just below the bulge in his trousers..."

Betty's nipples were as hard as little rocks. A naked actress on the screen was acting out the counter-attack. "And once you've hurt him, be sure not to let up. A lot of women are successfully raped or killed after they think they have already immobilized their assailant. Once you start your attack, don't stop or let up until he's completely disabled and you can safely get away. The girl from Thailand didn't let up. After she had him stunned with her well-placed throw, she pushed her would-be-rapist up against the shower-room wall and kept driving her thigh between his legs again and again until he went limp in her hands. Don't stop after one blow. Hit, squeeze, or twist his testicles until he dies."

Betty couldn't take any more. Her swollen clitoris was pulsating with sexual excitement, and her eyes closed as she reached out to touch it, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. In her mind's eye she could see her friend Edna lying on her back, slamming her feet upwards again and again in the direction of the small balls of flesh that made the robber a man. She imagined him naked, his legs clamped tight shut and his hands trying desperately to catch or at least to block the devastating attack of a woman well into her 60's. She imagined him staring at Edna's crotch as she delivered kick after kick, wishing he had pussy lips too instead of balls. Betty let out a groan, her legs slightly twisting, unable to hold in place because of all the excitement.

Just at that moment, she felt an enormous penis sliding right in between her legs, deep into her vagina. Darren had just come into the room, and seeing what was before him on the bed had been unable to resist. And he had succeeded in creeping in so quietly that she hadn't noticed his presence until that moment.

The orgasm hit before the realization. "oooouuuuuaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" cried Betty, unable to take it anymore, her whole body going into spasm out of sheer pleasure. A split second later she realized that there was something on top of her. It felt unbelievable. She felt a mouth slowly close around her right nipple, and hairy skin rub roughly against her big swollen clitoris. It was a feeling she had never felt before in her life. The pleasure was so intense that she was just losing all muscular control.

As Betty opened her eyes she began to realize there was a man on top of her, in her… and he had no business being there. She had to push him off but the feeling was so intense. There was so much friction right where she needed it between her legs. She curled into another orgasm.

"I'm..." she tried to say, but it was swallowed into another "aaagh!" It was Darren now she realized - why it was him she still could not fathom. Could it be that he was raping her? Either way, when he had talked about his big enormous Johnson, he had not been exaggerating. Darren's technique was superb. She was hardly down from one orgasm when her body was already writhing with the next.

"I'm… going to... Ooooh… kick your… Haa… oo… aaaa… balls…" Betty panted between waves of incredible pleasure.

Darren wasn't even listening. Goddamn it this chick might be old, but she was hot! He'd never been in bed with something like this before.

Betty wanted to fight back, at least she thought she did, but the orgasms were too powerful, and they kept on coming. She hadn't felt this way since 1972. No, 1972 was nothing compared with this. Out of the corner of her eye she could see forms on the TV screen of girls hitting guys where it hurts. This was like a dream. The next orgasm was so hard that she felt she was blacking out. Her whole body was shaking; she could take no more of this. Why wouldn't he cum? Gathering all her strength, Betty squeezed her vagina tight as hard as she possible could, wrapping her legs right around him. She couldn't afford to black out; this guy had broken into her house. Who knows what he might do to her if she were to fall unconscious. But the feeling was unbelievable. The incessant wriggling of the small body on top of her.

The powerful squeeze on his penis was more than Darren could take. He didn't want to come; this was just too good, and he didn't want it to end now. But his penis was being squeezed so hard inside Betty's warm wet vagina that it was no use - the more he tried not to come, the more futile it became, and in the end the muscle wall behind his testicles just gave way and began to spasm, shooting his full load deep into Betty's vagina. His mouth opened into an, "Urgh!" He experienced one of the most powerful orgasms of his life.

The frantic squirming and wiggling of sex slowly gave way to a feeling of total relaxation, as two sweaty bodies slowly relaxed into one another. The circumstances, the world around them, it all became irrelevant. The self-defense tape was still playing in the background, but nobody was listening. It didn't matter anymore that one was a burglar and the other an older woman, all there was now on the bed were a man and a woman, who had acted out in their own flesh the purpose for which god created two sexes in this world.

Betty was the first to talk. "That was unbelievable," she panted from underneath.

"Yes," agreed Darren, his intentions of rape and robbery replaced with a feeling of utter peace. "You've got an unbelievable body. I've never had sex like that before."

"Your penis," panted Betty, her vagina dripping with warm, sticky fluid. "Your balls. Your sperm. I want you so much."

"Your pussy, your breasts, your legs," responded Darren. "I would marry you."

Everything was so peaceful, so pleasant, Darren would have wanted to lie there forever, but the sex had somehow stimulated his bladder, and he had to urinate.

"Where's the bathroom?" he asked.

"Just down the hall, on the right," answered Betty, rolling out from under him. This was like such a dream; she could hardly believe any of this was really happening.

* * * * *

"Hum, hum, hum, hum," whistled Darren to himself as he relieved himself into Betty's toilet. Holding his still swollen penis in his hand as he peed, Darren thanked god for having given him Willy and the twins. Today they had performed sterling service. It had all been so incredible. It was good to be a man.

WHOP!

It was lights out for Darren.

"Sorry old bean," hissed Redge from behind. "You wanted to steal a plum job for yourself, eh? Forget your boys? We'll deal with you when we're done with the bitch. Boz!"

"I can read your mind, Redge," said Boz, clicking the handcuffs onto the unconscious Darren. "We don't wants him getting' away, does we now? I guess it's our turn to taste some tender pussy."

* * * * *

"Darren is a long time, isn't he?" thought Betty to herself. "It's been five minutes already. I wonder what's keeping him in the bathroom for so long…"

Slowly, her body still shivering from the sex she had just had, Betty rolled out of bed, and slipping on a short frilly nightie walked out of the room to check. Slowly she opened the door to the bathroom, he wasn't there either. Could it be that he had just left her? Like Santa Claus, had he just slipped into the house, given her a present, and then disappeared never to be seen again? Stranger thoughts yet floated through Betty's mind, as she was an old-fashioned kind of person. Maybe he had been an elf, who, seeing her sexual desire from the land of the faeries, had…

Strong hands suddenly seized Betty in a bear hug from behind. It was Boz. Waiting patiently in the shadows, he had found his perfect moment, catching the older woman completely off guard.

"NO!" screamed Betty, realizing she was being attacked. "I WON'T LET YOU!" She had to stop him; she wouldn't allow herself to be raped. She had to attack backwards. She tried to find his face with a backwards head slam, but she failed. His testicles, she had to get at his testicles. Screaming with all her might, Betty tried to wiggle her hands which were pinned by her sides backwards, feeling for his nads. Even his penis was okay. If she could get it she would just pull and pull.

Boz understood what she was up to, and tightened his grip. This woman might be old, but goddamn it she was struggling hard. If she could get his testicles in her hands it would be the end. Boz suddenly felt vulnerable.

Realizing that she was getting nowhere, Betty struggled even more desperately. Scenes from the video she had just watched flashed through her mind. "Remember that even a light blow to a man's pain centre will immobilize him completely. Never underestimate how much it hurts a man to be hit there. It doesn't matter how you hit them, once you've hurt him, be sure not to let up. Hit, squeeze, or twist his testicles until he dies." Mustering up all her strength, Betty bent forward, lifting Boz's feet off the floor. Her first thought had been to somehow throw him over her shoulder and then dive down at his crotch, but when that didn't work, she charged backwards, ramming him into the wall, her desk, the edges of her cabinet. He was bent forwards leaving his balls undefended from a blow from behind. Anything she could ram him backwards against, if she could ram it into the right place.

Wham! Wham! The corner of the desk-table in the corner smashed first into Boz's upper thigh, then into the tender point between his legs and buttocks, right near the place his balls were vulnerably dangling. It hurt like hell, and would probably bruise badly too. He had thought he had her- but she just wasn't giving up, and he couldn't believe how vulnerable his balls were making him as he was trying to stop her from getting free. He kicked backwards hard, pushing the table out of the way, but almost allowing her to slip out of his grip as she bent forwards all the way. One more inch and he felt he would lose his grip, sliding over her back and landing on the floor. In an attempt to regain his footing, Boz released his bear hug, trying to get his feet back onto the ground. He had to control her- and he had to stop her screaming, before one of the neighbors called 911.

As Boz released his grip, Betty was able to use her arms again. She needed a weapon - there were some scissors on the dressing table. She charged for them, but Boz was right behind her, seizing her again as she reached the table. One arm wrapped around her slender middle, as the other grabbed the wrist of the arm reaching for the scissors. Betty was almost there. She touched the scissor handles, but her arm was violently turned away as Boz, lifting her feet off the ground, swung Betty 90 degrees to one side. The dressing table came crashing to the ground and with it the scissors.

"I've got you at last," panted Boz, clamping his hand over her throat to stop the screams. Goddamn bitch, she had tried to kill him. She deserved to be strangled.

Betty's thoughts got more and more desperate. No, this could not be happening. She could not breathe. She would die. She couldn't even scream for help. She began flailing around for all she was worth. She suddenly felt something soft against the back of her heel.

“Aaaaaargh!” A man's scream filled the room. The grip on Betty's neck was released, and her feet landed back on the floor. In an instant she realized what had happened- during her desperate flailing, she had for some reason been cycling in the air with her feet. Her mind had not been functioning clearly, but some primal female defensive instinct had taken over.

Betty didn't even bother rearranging her nightie, which had been hiked up almost up to her breasts by Boz's lifting motion. The only words that flashed into her mind were from the cassette "once you've hurt him, be sure not to let up." Boz's hands hadn't even had time to come down to cover his hurting crotch yet when Betty ploughed into him full force, smashing him backwards hard into the wall. She had him in a firm forward bear hug, and this time she wasn't going to let go. Forcing her head right into him to avoid counter-attack, she squeezed his rib-cage as hard as she could, making it hard for him to breath. One good shot and it would all be over. Betty violently pulled Boz to one side, forcing him to open his legs in order to keep his balance. She rammed the upper half of her slightly chubby female thigh it there as hard as it would go.

Boz screamed out in pain. Whack, whack, whack, whack! Over and over again she kicked him, squeezing herself into him as hard as she could in order to keep his body under control. With her squeezed into him like this, he could not bring his hands down to shield his balls, or even fall to the ground to somehow protect his nads. Her thigh came in again and again until he stopped struggling.

True SD Story

By Nancy

Found this true story on a self defense forum for sharing success stories - legend

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Hi everyone.

Here's our story.

This incident happened in July 1993. I've noticed that most of the stories posted here involve stranger on stranger types of attacks. In contrast, my story is a typical family violence incident. For that reason, I have love in my heart for everyone involved and there are no bad people here and I'd feel sad if any of them were ever hurt. This is just something that happened one evening and has since been forgotten. There are no lingering resentments and we all get along fine now. Also understand, because I was working when this incident happened, I will be telling this story as it was told to me by my husband, my younger sisters Colette and Lynn, and by the doctors who I spoke to afterwards. My story isn't exactly a self-defense success story in the sense that Jenny's story is. However, we did have a heroine of sorts – my middle sister Colette. Although, for my husband and I, you could say that this was our first lesson in self-defense.

During the summer of 1993 Colette needed a place to stay for several weeks until her new apartment would be ready for her to move into; so my husband and I invited her to stay with us. It was early on a Saturday evening and Colette and my husband were in the living room watching television. My husband had been drinking scotch and water that evening as he sometimes does on the weekends; and his drunkenness only made the situation worse. Suddenly and without warning, my youngest sister Lynn came storming in through the back door without even knocking. She was shouting at the top of her lungs, "WHERE IS THAT LITTLE BITCH!!! I'LL KILL HER!!!

The next thing my husband knew, Lynn was pulling Colette by the hair and was punching and kicking her as hard as she could – right in our own living room! Lynn is much bigger and stronger and Colette never really had a chance. Meanwhile, my husband, who's just a "big teddy bear" to begin with, was in a half-drunken stupor and he just sat there, momentarily frozen, and watching in stunned disbelief as Lynn kept right on punching and kicking with Colette desperately trying to escape……….

The thing that my husband didn't realize, and the thing that brought about this violent incident between two close knit sisters was the fact that Lynn had just found out that Colette had been having a fling with her live-in boyfriend. Understandably, Lynn was pretty mad about it. In fact, she was absolutely livid!

As they struggled, Lynn pushed Colette back into our wooden living room table. They both fell backwards and went crashing down together right on top of the table -- and collapsing all four table legs. At this point my husband finally realized that it was time for him to actually step in and do something to break up the fight. The situation had reached the point where either Colette was really going to get hurt or else our expensive stereo and TV equipment would be ruined.

My husband then went over and lifted Lynn off of Colette, but when he did Lynn kept right on struggling and fighting with him trying to get back at her. My husband had never been in a situation like this before. He'd never had to break up a fight before in his life and he was totally clueless about how to go about restraining someone as strong as Lynn is without hurting her. The more Lynn struggled, the more force my husband needed to use in order to control her. My husband was able to push Lynn out of the living room and into the hallway leading to the bedrooms. He was trying to keep her as far away from Colette as possible. Nevertheless, Lynn did a terrible thing to my husband. As they were struggling in the hallway, she kneed him as hard as she could -- right in the groin.

Lynn told me later that when she kneed him he just screamed and then fell to the floor. She said, "One moment he was standing, the next moment he was just down." My husband would never actually hit any women, but he did tell me later that he wishes that he'dpunched Lynn in the stomach right from the get-go. I can't say that I blame him for feeling that way either. As far as I'm concerned, I'm just glad that I wasn't there to see it happen. The next morning one of my husband's doctors would jokingly refer to this little fiasco as being simply "That kick".

The struggle between Lynn and my husband only lasted a few seconds, but it gave Colette enough time for her to run too the kitchen where she grabbed a steak knife. Colette was totally freaking out by this time and upon seeing the sorry condition that Lynn had put my husband in, she just pointed the knife at Lynn and screamed at her, "GET OUT!!! GET OUT NOW OR I'LL USE IT!!!"………Colette was dead serious and Lynn was well aware of it.

Colette chased Lynn right out of our apartment with the knife in her hand. So it was Colette's quick thinking that actually ended the ruckus. Thank goodness for kitchen utensils!

When Colette was sure that Lynn had left the building she then went back inside to check up on my husband. He was standing up under his own power by this time, but he was still in unbearable pain. In fact he would stay in that condition for the better part of the next two weeks. It was obvious to both of them that he needed medical attention so Colette drove him straight too the ER. Lynn had nearly castrated him!

The strangest thing about this whole incident was the fact that Colette actually escaped with only a few minor scratches and bruises while, on the other hand, my husband needed to be rushed to the hospital with Colette doing the driving. Somehow I don't think that Lynn ever imagined that things would turn out quite like they actually did…..

Colette called me at work from the hospital and told me about everything that had happened. My shift hadn't ended yet, and on a Saturday night it was impossible to get someone to cover for me. By the time I finally arrived at the hospital my husband had already been admitted for testing. When the doctors learned that I was waiting in the lobby one of them came out and told me that they were pretty sure that my husband had a ruptured testicle and that he'd need an immediate operation to have it removed. He also said that they needed to run more tests first just to be sure of their findings. Fortunately though, throughout the night and into the next morning, all of the tests came back negative and the only thing that was actually wrong with my husband was that he just had allot of internal bleeding and swelling in his scrotum. Luckily Lynn had only ruptured several large blood vessels in his groin, but his testicles were never ruptured. And we were also lucky that the swelling in his groin wasn't blocking off his urinary track and preventing him from urinating. The doctors told us that urinary obstruction is a possible complication with these types of injuries and that it requires several days of treatment in a hospital.

Thankfully, the operation was called off. My husband was sent home the following afternoon with an ice pack and a prescription for painkillers and another prescription for a drug to prevent the injury from becoming infected. However, one doctor did say that they couldn't make any promises about my husband's fertility. Right before my husband and I left the hospital, the same doctor told me that he was "very--very lucky".

Internal infection was our biggest worry at this point and it was still a very serious concern. The doctors told us that if an infection ever developed that it could be a very serious complication and that it could even result in my husband needing an operation to have one, or both, of his testicles removed. Thankfully, that never happened. Because my husband works on his feet all day, the doctors advised him to take two weeks off from his job and to stay in bed as much as possible. They also told him that his injury would take six weeks in order to heal completely. I think that this was the only time in his life that my husband has ever actually followed a doctor's advice. That was a very scary time for the both of us……..

Naturally, Lynn's explanation for why she found it necessary to knee my husband in the groin would have actually been comical if it weren't for the fact that it was so scary.

"I don't have balls so I didn't know that this would happen!? I'm sorry!"

As far as she was concerned this was just another technique that she had learned – or should I say, "perfected" – in a self-defense class. However, she really didn't know that there's a big difference between kicking a guy in the shins as opposed to slamming her knee into his groin! Pathetic! Who's teaching these classes anyway? Thank goodness that she at least had enough sense to stay away from his eyes and throat…….

Anyway, my husband's injury healed just as the doctors hoped that it would, so he's okay physically. The only lasting effect from the injury is a cyst that developed on one of his testicles as the injury was healing. That cyst can be quite painful for him in the hot months. Lynn also gave my husband's ego a bruise that took much longer to heal. Months and months after the injury happened; for some reason, he was worried that he might still lose a testicle or something. My husband finally mentioned his concerns to our family physician, but the doctor said that he was fine but he recommended that he get counseling for post traumatic stress syndrome. He never did though. Unfortunately, "That Kick" was a very upsetting thing for my husband to have to go through; and it was totally unnecessary……..

Someone in this club had asked if anyone knew the effects that a kick in the groin can have on a guy. Well, here you have it. I hope that this answers your question?

An ironic sidebar to this terrible incident is that several years later Lynn finally was married to a guy who she only knew for a few months. The marriage didn't last long though. The guy that she married was a bodybuilder and, I think, a steroid junkie also. Anyway, the guy started beating her early in the marriage, and for her own safety, she had to leave. One time I asked her, "Why didn't you use your self-defense on him like you did to my husband?" Just like I suspected, she didn't have an answer for me.

In 1996 I took six months of Kempo Karate in a very reputable school. From the very beginning we were being shown strikes directed at all of the vulnerable arias. However, the thing that nobody stopped to tell us about was the different kinds of injuries that we could cause if we actually used these techniques. In effect, the school was sending trained killers out on the street, and without giving them a full understanding of their capabilities. In fact, most of the self-defense literature that I've read is even more irresponsible! These idiots just skip right over the fact that we live in a society governed by the law of the state -- and not the law of the jungle! In light of my own experiences, I can understand why Lynn might have done the thing that she did to my husband. Nobody bothered to educate her………

The Lesson

By mulation

Okay... this is my first story, so you'll have to excuse any crappiness…

Jim was a stud and he knew it. He was the captain of the varsity football team at his high school and it certainly showed. He would always flaunt his muscular body around with tight-fitting shirts and pants that would show off the bulge of his prominent manhood. The girls would all swoon when he swaggered by in that special way of his.

All of them, that is, except for one. The one girl that Jim wanted more than any of the sluts he could get a dime a dozen. Her name was Kimi. Kimi was the captain of the cheerleading squad. She was Asian-American, and had inherited the best of races. She was tall with long, shapely legs and the kind of breasts most guys jacked off to in the magazines. She also had an exotic look that just drove Jim crazy. But despite his best efforts, Kimi ignored him for the most part.

One day, while the football team and cheerleading squad were out practicing on the field, Jim decided to try and get Kimi's attention. He "accidentally" threw the ball out to the track around the field, where the cheerleaders were practicing their routines. Kimi, who had noticed Jim's previously attempted advances as well, decided that enough was enough. She picked up the ball, and walked over to Jim, a seductive smile on her face.

When she reached him, she swung the ball underhand between his legs stopping an inch away from the young man's crotch. He yelped in surprise, and jumped back, prompting bursts of laughter from both teams, who had seen the entire thing.

"What's the matter, little boy?" Kimi asked mockingly. "Afraid that the big bad cheerleader might hurt you in your little ballsie-wallsies?"

At this Jim straightened up and puffed out his chest. "In your dreams," he replied. "I ain't afraid of anything, especially not a little girl like you!"

At this he pushed her and laughed as Kimi fell to the ground. The football players laughed at how easily Jim had put Kimi in her place. Jim, who was ultimately the gentleman, however, offered a hand to help Kimi up. She gave him her best smile as she took his hand, but the smile soon turned into an angry scowl and, before anyone could make out what had happened, it was Jim who was on the ground and Kimi who was standing over him laughing.

Jim was really angry now. He got up and put up his fists, ready to teach this puny girl a lesson, no matter how hot she was. Kimi merely stood there, shaking her finger at him while saying, "Tut, tut, tut. You should know that fighting's bad. But okay, I'll take you on," she said. Seeing that he was preparing to strike, she added, "However, I think both our teams still need to practice, don't they? So how about tomorrow after school in the gym? I'll have one of my girls see you tomorrow to tell you the rules." And with that she and the rest of her team walked away to continue their practice.

The next day, one of the younger cheerleaders, whom Jim recognized as a girl named Jenny, approached him as he was entering the cafeteria for lunch.

"Ok, Kimi said to tell you the rules. There are going to be three bouts: One boxing match, one wrestling match, and one free-fighting match. There are no holds barred, but there are a couple of ground rules you need to familiarize yourself with. First of all, matches are to be fought in the nude. Second, there is to be no kicking or wrestling holds in the boxing match, and no blows at all in the wrestling match. The free-fighting match can be fought any way you choose. Whoever wins at least two of the matches will be declared the winner. The loser will have to be the winner's slave for a week. The first fight will begin at 3:10 in the gym, and the next fight will be held the following week at the same place and time, followed by the final fight the week after that. Good luck... I think you're going to need it," she said.

It was 3:00 and Jim walked into the gym with his signature swagger. He strutted his way to the locker room, stripped off his tight clothes and donned a robe that he would wear until the fight. The thought of him fighting Kimi, the girl of his dreams, with the both of them naked and with no rules keeping him from doing what he wished with her brought him to a raging hard-on that poked out through his robes. The very thought of his hands on that body got him so turned on he started stroking himself. He was almost at the brink of orgasm when Jenny came in to check up on him, denying him the release that he craved so badly. Oh well, he thought, he would be able to do whatever he wished with Kimi for a week after he had taught her a lesson. That would certainly make up for this interruption now, he said to himself.

When Jim stepped out of the locker room, Kimi was already in the ring wearing nothing but her gloves, shadow-boxing. Jim climbed into the ring as well, and took off his robe and had the girl help him with his gloves.

"Are you ready to lose?" he taunted.

"I don't lose," Kimi replied.

After this short exchange, the bell rung, signifying the beginning of the first round. Kimi was lightly jumping back and forth, obviously waiting for Jim to make the first move. But he didn't… or couldn't. He was hypnotized by Kimi's enormous breasts swinging up and down, side to side. Kimi realized the effect she was having on Jim, and pointed this out to him.

"So you like these?" she asked, cupping them in her gloves.

Jim snapped out of his fantasy world and tried to get his mind back on the fight. They danced in and out of each others' range, feeling each other out. Jim, however, was obviously still thinking about Kimi's naked body, as he had a humongous erection. Kimi put on an evil grin as she saw his cock rise. It was time to strike.

With surprising speed and grace, Kimi had dashed in, ducked under Jim's frantically thrown right hook and come up with an uppercut to his balls! But fortunately for Jim, Kimi hadn't thrown her full weight into the punch, aiming only to reveal his male weakness to him. Jim, however, had other things on his mind.

As soon as Kimi's gloved fist had come into contact with his testicles, his whole body had been on fire. He had been hit a couple times in the groin during football practice, but he had had a cup on to absorb the impact, and had only felt a fraction of the pain an actual blow could do. He dropped to one knee as he grimaced in pain.

"That was an illegal punch!" he protested.

"There are no holds barred, remember?" she replied sweetly.

"I'll get you for that cheap shot, you little bitch," he said through clenched teeth.

"Ohhhhhh," Kimi said sarcastically, "did the poor little cheerleader hurt the big dumb jock's balls?"

Jim said nothing and instead concentrated on getting back to his feet and staying there. As he rose to his feet, however, Kimi had managed to throw a couple more punches into his face and stomach, softening him up some more. Jim was now afraid to suffer yet another punch to his balls, and so had one gloved hand protecting his family jewels, leaving him unable to fight at his full potential. Kimi, realizing this, had used his vulnerability to her advantage, feinting attacks to his groin and then striking him somewhere else.

As the match proceeded, Jim began to tire visibly. His movements were more sluggish, and he was bleeding out one side of his mouth. Kimi, on the other hand, still looked as fresh and energetic as when she had started the fight. It was the classic tale of a smaller, faster fighter slowly chipping away at a much larger and stronger opponent. Although Jim, at the beginning of the fight, could have laid Kimi out for the count with just one powerful punch, he no longer had the strength to do so. But the match continued.

Finally, when it appeared that Jim was no longer able to continue with the fight, Kimi decided it was time to put the football jock in his place. She moved in for the kill with a quick jab to the chin, followed by a left hook into his flank. She then followed with a much slower feint to Jim's face, attempting him to get his hands away from protecting his balls.

Jim fell for the trick hook, line, and sinker. As he moved his hands to stop his face from being smashed in, Kimi dropped towards the ground and delivered a devastating uppercut to Jim's testicles, this time with all the force she could muster.

The effect on Jim was instantaneous. His jaw dropped and he was in far too much pain to even scream or even breathe. Instead he crumpled, rolling around on the ground in a fetal position, muttering something that sounded vaguely like, "my balls... my balls..." He was definitely out for the ten count and Jenny raised Kimi's hand in victory. Round one had gone to Kimi.

Jennifer's Dream Come True (part one)

By mstewa1

This is my first post so feedback welcomed!! If response is good sequels will be written.

Jennifer was waiting for her lousy hubby to get back. She had found out earlier that day he had been cheating and she was waiting for revenge. She sat on the sofa in her new shiny black platform thigh boots with a six inch heel, her leather mini skirt, leather gloves and leather corset. She wasn't waiting long as Jason strolled in the house five minutes later. He walked into the room and was shocked by what his wife was wearing. He had a funny feeling that that night he wasn't going to like what she was going to do. He tried to act cool and asked how she was but as soon as she mentioned his mistresses name Julia he knew the game was up. He was about to explain himself when she demanded that he strip naked and lay down on the floor with his legs spread. He argued but a swift kick to his balls took the wind out of him and he complied.

He laid on the ground naked and began to whimper as he knew he was going to have a whole new experience.

Jennifer wasted no time and stood over him with her platform boot just over his balls. She stamped on them and swashed them in upon contact and held her boot on him as Jason tried to use all of his withering strength to lift her boot off him. But with his wife standing at 6 foot, 2 inches tall and physically strong legs he had no chance. Upon seeing her husband try to fend her off she took some rope and tied his hands to the table to prevent this happening again. She then stood over him again and proceeded to do the same and stamp on his balls swashing them again. She was beginning to enjoy herself and was getting excited over what power she had over him. Jennifer then began to kick Jason repeatedly into his balls using more force every time Jason yelling as the pain intensified in his unprotected sac.

After about 50 kicks Jennifer stopped and untied Jason telling him to kneel with his legs spread so the onslaught could continue. He complied and again she kicked him with more force than before leaving a echo of whimpering from Jason to sound the room. Enjoying herself, Jennifer stopped after 50 again and inspected the damage with her leather glove working her way over his balls with her index finger. She began to rub the bottom of his dick and worked her way up. Jason always admired her magic fingers and before long he was fully erect. Jennifer saw this as an opportunity to squeeze his sack together, once again leaving Jason to cry in pain.

Jennifer had a brainstorm at this point and tied Jason back up again to prevent him recovering fully and proceeded to get her phone and dial in Julia's number. As soon as Jason knew who was on the end of the line he knew he was in trouble...

To be continued...

The Shoe Store Clerk

By MsBoots69

While working during X-mas vacation at a mall in Denver while I was in college, I took a part time job at a shoe store called "The Freaky Pair" which specialized in hard to find HIGH heels and all up to date "fashionable" shoes.

I worked from 10am until 9:30pm one day and dealt with over 150 totally complete assholes {customers} that demanded everything and really had me in a really pissy mood!!!!

While I was locking up and doing inventory a security guard walked up behind me and asked me if I needed a hand? BIG MISTAKE!!!!! Besides the fact he was a fat obnoxious pimply young kid, he grabbed MY ASS which you do not do without me wanting me to!!!!!

Well somehow I kept my composure and said "sure" and told him to come in back and we well have a few "KICKS" together...

I led him into the stockroom and told him to wait by the curtain while I used the bathroom. Which was really time for me to get and slip on a pair of size 7 1/2 red pumps that laced up the front and had long strings that wrapped around my ankles and legs and tied in a big bow just below my knee, with a nice 4 1/2 inch heel that was very wide at the top but tapered smaller than a #2 pencil at the bottom!!

I snuck up behind the kid and he was just standing there leaning over a small counter and I hauled off and kicked him as hard as I possibly could, all he could do was stand there in shock and lean over the table more opening up his crotch even more and again I let him have a perfectly placed red toed shoe in his balls!!! This time he fell to the ground on his backs screaming STOP PLEASE, but all the days frustrations only made me deaf and all I did was change my shoes into a pair of brown suede boots with a thick chunky heel and then I stomped him so hard he sat up and I seen him crying, not moving, just holding my ankle while my boot heel was grinding into his balls and all he could do was cry!!!

I wanted to try on all the shoes and see which ones were the best on this kid but I thought he had enough and helped him out of the store and leaned him up on the banister by the steps and held his head up so he could look me eye to eye and rammed my knee into his beaten nuts for one for the road, he fell so hard to the floor and balled up like a little baby!!!! Oh well!!!!

I went back into the store to lock up and looked at all the shoes I could of used as weapons and really CRUSHED the kid, and just smiled and walked by him still balled up on the floor and told him how lucky he really was I was a nice girl!!!!!!

The Mary Avon Lady

By MsBoots69

It was in late November in Seattle and I was rushing door to door to get all the X-mas orders in I could by the deadline. All I kept thinking about was I need to stop this b.s.!! I'm going to be 40 next March and this door-to-door stuff is getting old. Even though I was weathering the old age looks thing really well, thanks to all my products and five days a week at the gym, I need to get myself a office job. The make-up kits felt like they weighed 100 pounds today. The houses seemed like they were a mile apart and these high heeled boots were killing my feet but appearance is EVERYTHING in my business!!

I finally made it up this long driveway and sat down my bags, straightened up my long trench coat and wipe d the spots off my patent leather boots all the way up to my calves where they stopped. It was then I noticed a scuff I made on the 3 1/2 inch heel on these steps which really pissed me off. I just spent $200 for these boots!!

When the door opened a big guy in normal farmer gear, the coveralls and baseball hat, smiled with both his teeth at me, and asked me, "What can I do for you sugar?"

"SUGAR?" I shook it off and asked him if I could speak to the woman of the house please.

He smiled again and said, "Sure," and invited me in.

I knew right away there was no way a woman of the house lived here. There were too many empty beer cans and dirty dishes everywhere!! This big guy yelled out, "Hey Jethro, this here little gal is looking for the woman of the house," and laughed out loud.

Well Jethro called out, "I be right there Bubba," and in walked in his double, right down to the bibs and hat.

I shook my head and said I have GOT to get out of this business!! I was just taking off my trench coat when they were both eyeing me up and down. I had on a short red skirt that hugged my old but very firm butt with a matching blazer with a silk thin white blouse under it, business but attractive. Like I said, appearance is everything!

Well just then Bubba walked up behind me and grabbed both my ass cheeks with both hands and started to squeeze and laugh. And here comes Jethro. I snap kicked him so fast and hard I think I paralyzed him and I instantly came down and stomped my spike heel into the top of Bubba's foot causing him to scream louder than Jethro!! I then spun around and rammed my knee into Bubba's nut sack causing him to double over, giving me time to turn and snap kick Jethro again keeping him immobile!!

Bubba was starting to stand straight and I took three big strides and buried my boot toe-deep into his crotch, lifting him off the ground and quickly dropping him and Jethro must have came to because here came the big hick. I easily side-stepped his rush and bent down and punched his jewels as he ran by causing him to stop and double over. I then KICKED the hell out of his balls with three hard full power boot full from behind - down he went!! Bubba was lying on the ground crying and I ran and football kicked off his crotch as hard as I could causing him to sit up then I continued with a roundhouse to the side of his head knocking him out cold!! Back to Jethro, he was still down so I walked to him and held up his right leg and kicked him six times over and over right into his balls and knocked him out with a snap kick in the middle of his big forehead!!

There this over-the-hill woman stood in the middle of this pigsty with these two out cold, so I smiled and got my makeup kit and painted their faces with the brightest colors I had. They really looked like clowns now! I added up all the makeup I used on them, wrote out a fake receipt, took the cash owed out of Bubba's wallet, walked down to his crotch and put the receipt on his balls and lifted my knee to my face and stomped down with the spike heel landing right on his left nut!!!!

He didn't even wake up, and probably wished he hadn't when he does!!! I looked at my boots and saw that damn scuff and walked to Jethro and stomped his balls the exact same way as Bubba and he didn't move either!!! I then took $25 out of his wallet and left him a note that I took the money to have the boot scuff I got while stomping on your balls repaired!!

I gathered up my kits, put on my trench coat and straightened it up and headed out to the house next door and said to myself, "I have got to get out of this business!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The Mad Driver

By MsBoots69

I woke up late for work and was having a bad day. It was a normal crappy Monday morning and nothing was going right!! There was no coffee, no shaving cream and I stepped in a pile of puppy droppings barefoot!!!

I get through that and the I can not find my car keys, I tear up the house looking for them and finally find them and run out of the house only to trip over a bag of garbage my lazy son left on the porch that he was suppose to take out last night!

I finally hit the road and I get to my first stoplight and a black T-Bird with smoked windows is just sitting there after the light turns green. I back up to go around but the car takes off like a bat out of hell!!! I get to the next light and the same T-Bird does the same thing. I am starting to get pissed but the car takes off and pulls into a 7-11. I keep going and after a while I go to turn left and this black T-Bird flies past me and whips into the left turn lane making me slam on my brakes to just avoid rear-ending this asshole!!! He then takes off and this guy seems like he is destined to make himself a pain in the ass along my whole route!! Finally he cuts me off again and pulls into a mini-mall parking lot and by now I was really pissed and decide I need to kick this guy’s ass!!!!!

I whip in behind this guy and block him in and I get out ready to kick his ass and I started by kicking in his rear quarterpanel!!! Well finally the door opens and out comes a dark blue pump with two ankle straps with studs buckled around a really dark tanned leg followed by the other leg!!!! Both attached to the most beautiful petite blonde with spiked hair wearing a matching blue skintight sundress with mirrored sunglasses and tons of jewelry!!!

Before I could close my wide opened jaw she kicked me so hard in the balls I couldn't believe it came from that little babe!!! I was doubling over from that kick as she pushed up my head and blasted me with three knees that I swore came from a 300 pound man!!! I went down instantly!!!!! She then walked up and kicked my with her pointy toe of those pumps again forcing me to close my legs around her foot making it hurt even more. She would then take her foot out and stomp her stiletto heel right into my balls causing me to open my legs again!!!! After four or five rounds of this back and forth torture she finally took a deep breath and kicked me so hard with those pumps again I must have slid back two feet and I though I was blacking out!!!

As she was walking away all I could do was watch her cute ass in that tight dress and her long high heels tapering away when she reached into her purse and pulled out a set of keys and unlocked a door and turned to look at me and flashed the most evil smile at me while I laid there unable to get up and wondering if I would ever get a hard on again!!! As she went inside and I was fading in and out of consciousness I read the sign on the door - Welcome to Miss Diamonds Dojo… The Self Defense Specialist!

I was having a really crappy day!!!!!!!!!!!

The Hypnotist

By MsBoots69

I was alone last Friday night and thought I would go to the local riverboat casino and try my luck on a little blackjack. I got to the boat at 10 p.m. for the 10:30 cruise and it was already sold out. I never have any luck... So I went to one of the lounges to wait for the next cruise and had a few rum and cokes to pass the time when she asked me if she could sit down at my table with me!!!!!!!!

I looked up and saw the most beautiful woman I have ever seen; she was tall, slender and really built like a brick shithouse!!! She had long reddish curly hair and had to be six feet tall. She was wearing a short tight dark green leather skirt with a white sweater that was short sleeved with buttons up the front that showed off her perfect breasts, she also had on a waist length black coat and the most dangerous looking pair of black ankle boots I had ever seen, they had a four inch metal heel with a matching silver toe tip and the laces were wrapped tight along the top around a buckle around the ankle and I don't think I have a shoe fetish but I couldn't take my eyes off her legs or those shoes!!!!

We had three or four drinks together and I was buzzed and told her I would rather take my chances gambling with a chance at her than on the boat now!!! She smiled and said she had a idea!!! She picked up my hand and led me out of the bar to her hotel room, and told me she had a bet in mind! When we got to her room she made me another drink and proposed her bet. She bet me she could hypnotize me and make me feel like I have NEVER felt like before!!!! She said we would both put up 500 dollars and the winner got all the money and the loser would be a slave to the other for one hour!!!!!!!!!

So that seemed simple enough, and I would have a fun time either way, so I agreed and we started. She moved all the furniture out of the way and had me stand in the middle of the room with my hands on my hips and took off her gold necklace and started waving the heart shaped pendant in front of my eyes and was talking to me with a very whisper!!!!!!!!!!

The next thing I remembered was waking up on the floor in the middle of the room and feeling perfectly normal except for the fact I was 500 dollars short and I had a video tape laying on my chest with a note saying to enjoy the room for the rest of the night and to have a drink because I was going to need it really bad!!!!!!!!!!

So I went to the TV and put the tape into the VCR and made a huge drink and hit play. There was this beautiful redhead talking to me and I was still feeling kinda under trance but could not explain it. She said this was going to hurt her more than me but watch and enjoy the show. I was standing in the room all alone when she walked in wearing a latex mini-dress and those same hot boots!!!!!!! I didn't know what was going on but she looked amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!! She walked up to me and put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the throat and then smiled and blasted me in the nuts with the hardest knee I ever saw, and it was on ME!!!!

I didn’t even budge and I felt like I was in the twilight zone, watching her knee me in the balls that hard and I couldn't even move or feel it???? She then backed up and kicked my balls dead-on in those boots!!! Not one or two times but it musta been 30 or 40 times. Each time harder and harder and the whole damn time I am not even moving or acting like I feel anything????????

She finally stops kicking me and looks at the camera and says, “You will never forget this image and you will cringe every time you even hear the tap of a spike heel but here it comes,” and she steps back and runs up to me and kicks me so hard in the crotch. I am sitting there watching her lift me up to my tiptoes with the force of that kick but I do not move or fall or even feel the damn thing!!!!!!!!!!!! She then lays me down on my back and lifts her leg up and slams down that metal spike heel into my balls and I still am not moving or even act like I feel it??? She musta stomped that heel into my balls 10 or 15 times until she tired herself!!!

She then kisses me on the cheek and "I bet I would make me feel like you have never felt before but I felt normal???????????

As she was leaving she stepped in front of the camera and told me this, “You need to keep this tape and anytime you doubt the power of a woman you need to watch this and remember who is in charge!!!!!!!!!”

“AND BY THE WAY... IF YOU ARE WONDERING IF THIS REAL OR WHY YOU ARE NOT FEELING ANY OF THE EVIL BALLBUSTING YOU JUST WATCHED YOURSELF RECEIVE, IT’S BECAUSE IT IS ALSO PART OF THE HYPNOTISM. WHEN I STOMP MY HEEL ON THE FLOOR WHILE YOU ARE WATCHING THIS YOU ARE GOING TO FEEL EVERY PAIN AND KNEE AND KICK YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE POSSIBLE TO FEEL WITHOUT DYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND I GUARANTEE YOU WILL KNOW YOU LOST THIS BET FAIR AND SQUARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And with that she lifted up her leg and all I could do was beg and scream to the TV, “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” AND AS SHE STOMPED THAT METAL HEEL INTO THE FLOOR I STARTED TO VOMIT AND SCREAM AND BALL UP ON THE FLOOR FOR THE NEXT FEW HOURS UNTIL I COULD EVEN SIT UP AND HOPE THIS WAS JUST A BAD NIGHTMARE BUT I STILL HAD THE VCR REMOTE IN MY HAND AND MY BALLS WERE THROBBING UNCONTROLABLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Hairdresser

By MsBoots69

I started working for CC last July at her hair salon which is attached to her house in a small town in Ohio. CC is the kindest and caring friend I have ever known. She is the perfect mother of her four year old little girl and works hard for her family. The problem she has is her husband, a lazy, rude obnoxious ass named Jake. He is off work due to a work injury and all he does now is sit around and drink all day and drive CC crazy.

Well after he was off work about four months, he really turned into a jerk. He was always yelling at CC, always embarrassing her in front of her customers by coming into the shop and yelling at her for stupid reasons. Well finally he crossed the line and started to hit her. He was 6' 2", 210 lbs and she was 5’1" and 90 lbs so this is a really fair match, right?

I tried to mind my own business but one day she came into the shop after lunch crying her eyes out and holding her stomach. The bastard was lying on the couch and she tried to cuddle up with him for some unknown reason and he punched her in the crotch three times. I thought she was going to die the way she was acting in so much pain. Well enough was enough!!!

The best part was CC had enough too and wanted him to feel her pain in any way possible so she happily agreed to my plan. We waited until Friday and started our plan of revenge!!!! I showed up to work with only one thing in mind, to be the biggest prick teaser I could ever be and Jake was the receptionist!!!! I wore a short blue mini-skirt with a matching blue tank top vest that buttoned up the front with a white waist length sweater when the customers were around, but when Jake was around I teased him with all I had.

During lunch CC took her daughter over to her mom’s and I started to really tease Jake. I almost felt sorry for the jerk but NOT!!!!! We finished our schedule and after we locked up I put on a pair of silver ankle boots with a short three inch heel but with a very hard and pointy toe!!

Jake must of been really horny because he was even hanging around in the shop so CC talked him into a shampoo and a haircut which made my job even easier!!!

CC positioned Jake into the shampoo chair at the low sink and started to wash his hair. She deliberately let some shampoo into his eyes and when he complained she wiped his eyes with a towel and when the towel was around his neck she sat on the floor and about strangled him while she pulled him tighter into the chair. And BINGO he was lifting his butt up while fighting the choking and I stepped into it and blasted him with all I had with the top of my boot toe right into his balls!!! He grunted loud but CC kept pulling tighter and even I couldn't tell you how many times I kept kicking his crotch, each time harder and harder after thinking about what this jerk did to this sweet little girl!!!

He finally stopped moving off of the shampoo chair and I thought CC HAD CHOKED HIM TO DEATH BUT HE WAS STILL BREATHING AND I WOUND UP AND LET HIM HAVE ONE MORE POINTY TOE PERFECTLY LANDED IN HIS NUTS AND HE JUST SLUMPED OUT OF THE CHAIR WHEN CC LET HIM LOOSE. I don't think he was totally unconscious but when I stomped on his balls with all my weight all he was muttering was, “I am sorry CC…”

I guess we will see??? I hope so for his sake because I still have my thigh high stilettos if he really wasn't!!!!

The Bouncer

by MsBoots69

I was broke and running out of gas and had no place to go as I pulled into this small Texas town and parked my car and looked for a place to get a cup of coffee. I took the last 20 bucks out of the ATM and found a little cafe and went in to rest awhile.

I was reading the local paper and when I got to the classifieds I saw an ad that called for a bouncer for a local night spot. The ad said a position was available for a man who could handle any situation and had brass balls for the occasionally unwanted situation which meant it was probably a dive and I would earn every penny, but I needed the money and the ad said it paid 200 bucks cash nightly!!!!!!!! I served six years in the army and knew I could take care of myself so off I went to clean up and go for this job.

I got to "The Hot Spot" and asked for the manager and after a lengthy talk, got the job. I started at 7 pm and was supposed to work until 3 am and then I would get paid.

The place was dead quiet??? The couples were just sitting around talking, slow dancing and the place was deader than a nursing home?? Around 1130 pm all the guys were slowly leaving and nothing but girls were arriving... and I mean knockouts, all dressed with bells on, each trying to out dress the other. By 1 am there were no men at all but about 200 of the hottest woman I have ever seen.

Then BB showed up!!!!!!!!!!! The owner of the club. After saying her hellos she finally walked up to me and introduced herself. She was a babe. She towered above me with those 6 inch heeled platform boots that went all the way up to just below her crotch and was wearing a leather bikini bottom with a matching leather vest and gloves!!! I am 6'2" and I was looking into her chin because of those boots!!

She handed me a drink and grabbed one herself and toasted to me, “Welcome to my club,” and we both downed the drinks and as she walked away her ass was driving my sexual drive to the limits, By the time I turned around to check on the dance floor... the room started spinning faster and faster... the girls were all becoming blurry... my eyes were slowly shutting closed... and my legs turned to Jell-O... damn, the drink... the bitch!!!!!!!!!

When I woke up I was feeling really queasy and was not sure where I was but I straightened out quickly when I realized I was tied up spread eagle to this machine that would turn me any which way possible!!!!

Then I saw BB!!! She was laying on a throne-like Cleopatra type couch with all these girls rubbing her boots and arms and shoulders as she was sipping on a drink and said, "Welcome back" and told one of the girls to welcome me back properly and the girl got up on her red pumps and brushed off her red spandex dress and slowly walked up to me and put her arms on my shoulders and kneed me as hard as she could right in my balls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All I could do was cough and choke back the pain because this damn machine would not let me move at all!!!!!!

All I heard was giggling from all of these girls and BB asked, “Who is next??”

Well the next girl was wearing cowboy boots with a big cowboy hat with skintight jeans and a skin tight white tank top walked up and kicked the toe of her boots into both balls at once, I thought I was going to pass out! But all I saw next was a white platform sandal with a seven inch heel and a three inch toe slamming into my nuts!!!!!!!! It would have hurt less with a 2x4, but I still was awake!!

The next girl turned the machine so I was upside down with my legs spread and balled up both fist and raised them over her head and down they came catching only my right ball but it felt on fire!!!!

Next two blondes walked up and they turned me right side up again and one stood in front of me wearing a loose pink dress with low pink heeled shoes but she had to be 6'4" tall and her girlfriend walked behind me and was much shorter but had on blue ankle boots with a rounded toe and was wearing a blue lacy skirt and dress combo. Well, the Amazon stepped back with her right leg and rammed her knee into my burning balls and before I felt the full effect the other blonde kicked me from behind in those blue boots and all I could do was glance down and see the top of her booted foot crash into both balls and the rounded toe catch my dick at the same time!!!!!!!

After three rounds of this they laughed their ass off and walked off watching me finally vomit but I was still awake!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They were applauded for their efforts but BB just sat there smiling and enjoying the show!!

The next girl turned me on my side with the machine and did three super-hard roundhouse kicks with the back of her black pump and spiked heels hitting me square on my dick and balls, she had on a short loose black skirt and when she kicked it flew back showing that was all she had on!! Normally that would make me explode in my pants but under the circumstances all I could do now was pray the indescribable pain I had in my crotch would let off!!!!!!!!!!!

Finally BB must have seen enough because she rose from the couch and slowly walked around me strapped to that machine and when she got back in front of me she stopped and put her hands on her hips and ripped off the fastest, hardest snap kick that felt the full force of her platformed pointy toed boot!!!!!

I really was fading out now but I was out of vomit and the pain now spread into my entire stomach and I was almost to the point of begging for someone to castrate me to stop this fire in my balls!!!!

BB nodded to a girl and she walked up and stuck a smelling salt under my nose and I jerked awake!!! She then lowered the machine so I was flat on the floor and walked up and just put her tall spiked heel against my balls and I screamed even louder!!!!!!!!!

She then started to twist and grind that spike into my crotch causing me to pass out only to be awakened by the salts again... then she stomped her boot into my balls over and over, not caring if her heel or bottom of her boots were crushing my balls just as long as something was....She then raised me up on the machine and put a envelope in my pocket and thanked me for being a really good bouncer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She then rammed her knee into my nutsack over and over until I finally passed out from the burning pain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I woke up in Arkansas in the backseat of my car with an envelope stuffed into the zipper of my jeans. Inside it was $200 cash and a picture of those thigh high boots with a red lipsticked kiss on the bottom of the photo and a note on the back to remember the Hot Spot!!!!!!!!!!!

AS I LIVED IT....

By mrballs

Last night I was driving off in my car looking for a good blowjob at a moderate price. There were a lot of hot looking girls I've never seen before. My eyes ran over beautiful legs, my thoughts were about what those legs are capable to do in a self defense scenario... if pointed straight hard into the balls. I was continuously repeating in my mind this cool English expression - "Crush the attacker’s balls! Crush! Crush!” In Italian it doesn't sound as good!

I saw a beautiful blonde girl, but dressed in a normal way, jeans and black leather jacket. I stopped my car and asked for the price, while my eyes were staring at her body...I noted that she had good legs and well shaped flanks, was about 170 cm tall and 60/62 kg of weight, so she wasn't very slim but had a hard body. I noted a vague resemblance with Kim Basinger and she had what I was looking for: a great mouth, beautiful lips. Anyway I turned my car and took another turn around.

After a minute or two I returned and asked, "Where?"

She replied, "In the car!"

MrBalls: "Come on!" She entered my car.

MrBalls: "What is your name?"

She: "Angela." I drove to a nearby deserted parking lot while I was thinking of the pleasure she was to give me!

MrBalls: "Where are you from?"

Angela: "Bulgaria." I stopped the car.

MrBalls: "How old are you?"

Angela: "What do you think about it?"

MrBalls: "Twenty!" (lie!)

Angela: "ahahhaha...I am 24! And you?"

MrBalls: "I am 29!"

Angela: "No, it is not possible you look younger...a teenager! Turn the light on!" She observed my face, with an incredulous expression on her face.

MrBalls: "Thank you!"

I paid her; touched her big (!) hard tits and then I put my pants down and exposed my small cock and my vulnerable balls to her, while she put the condom on it. She was clever and after a moment I was enjoying her mouth on my cock. Angela then said something about her ability to do a man, to make a cock hard and to finish it into her vagina.

Okay, my hands were on her hot legs and ass while my cock was only at its 70% of erection, when I decided to ask her the QUESTION.....my obsessive QUESTION...

MrBalls: "Go only with the hand...can I ask a question to you?"

Angela: "Ok...Do you want to touch my naked tits?" (She had her dress on)

MrBalls: "No, no...I want only to talk about it...have you ever kicked a man in the balls?"

Angela: "No." (Damn, I knew it!!)

MrBalls: "I mean have you ever kicked a man in the balls for self defense?"

Angela: "Yes! Some time ago!" She continued to massage my cock...

MrBalls: "What? Tell me about it! I like it!" (frozen)

Angela: "I am good until a certain point! This guy, there were two guys, was about to stole my bag...I wasn't working yet and I keep the money into the car, so I kicked him in the balls with my boots, now he is probably in HOSPITAL carried by his friend!"

My cock soon reached the maximum of is dilatation, still in her right hand! She showed me her right boot: Black, 9 cm heel, with a large heel and flat point. I couldn't resist this female any more. I was immediately about to cum. I felt the sperm was reaching my glans, just before the explosion.

MrBalls: "I am coming! Put it in your mouth!” She did it and I came with long wet pulsations in her sweet mouth!!!!

I soon felt empty with my soul overpowered by her femininity. How is it possible? How can it be that a weak woman can really "CRUSH" the testicles of a stupid male? How can those beautiful eyes aim at his crotch, without fear, simply "go for the nuts" and completely humiliate a much stronger male?

She had completely disabled him using her lovely feet, knowing that her "1/2 kg boot", she said to me, was more than sufficient to DESTROY a male. She knew it; she wanted it.

And, after an hour or two, she completely disabled my balls giving me the maximum of pleasure, with extremely sweetness!

The contrast is too strong for me. I've always the same reaction when a girl tells a similar story to me.

After a moment she was about to leave and I asked for some details and she insisted on the hospitalization. I'll surely return to her to know how was the attacker like, if he was bigger, etc.

She left my car and went to her post by feet. I put my pants on and passed along watching her great looking ass.

If it is all fictitious? Is it possible she invented this story for me? I don't think so because she had no time to construct the situation, she gave me the details with a calm speaking. I am sure this story is true! (I've collected a least a dozen similar stories from whores...) But when I'll return to her, searching for more details, I could verify it with well done questions.

I turned home, washed my groin, entered the bed and masturbated again! I felt asleep very late last night...