One Friday night as Ken was getting ready to perform his almost weekly ritual his secretary, and former women’s studies (read: bitch) major was working late. This situation had happened many times, but Stephanie had never thought anything of it, until that day. Ken’s office had 2 windows, a big one facing Steph’s desk, and another smaller one out to the hall. Ken was always sure to close the big one’s blinds, but the smaller one didn’t have any, so he’d just stack books in front of it. Well, as Stephanie was walking out of the office she happened to glance in the window and for whatever reason, the books were knocked over.

There Ken was, peeping on the sexy goth girls and jacking off, in his office no less. Just the thought of this pervert spying and wanking to these girls disgusted her so much she left immediately, she had some planning to do. When Steph got home she went to her wardrobe, one thing her boss never noticed about her was that she too was in to goth culture, particularly the clothing he was so fond of. While she’d never worn any of it out, Stephanie had a good pile of sexy, lacey, goth clothing her boss would jizz himself just looking at. She quickly selected an outfit, tight ribbed black corset with lace that pushed her tits up, long stockings held up by a garter on her skirt that was so short it could have been a belt. She looked at herself in the mirror as she applied her makeup and did her hair, preparing to confront her perverted boss.

As Stephanie walked back to her office to confront her boss about his sexual deviance she strutted down the street, assured of her sex appeal by the catcalls and howls of passing men in fast cars that suggested they had small dicks. Despite being completely offended Steph couldn’t help but feel sexy, because she looked the part. Any other day she would have stopped and brought these pervs down a few pegs, but today she had a mission.

Getting back in to the office wasn’t hard. She was relied on and trusted in the office, so she had keys to everything. She walked right passed the sleeping security guard and up to the stairs to her office. Had the lazy guard been awake he could have easily used the opportunity to get a good look up her skirt as she climbed the stairs. Too bad for him.

Stephanie hadn’t actually thought her plan out all that well beyond this point. She knew what she wanted the end result to be, but wasn’t sure how to get there. As she envisioned her pervert boss rolling on the floor of his office moaning and groaning about his aching testicles she’d be able to remind him why women are superior and deserve to be treated with respect, not oggled from afar. She started getting excited thinking about all the pain he would be in and she just couldn’t help herself but smile.

Stephanie used her master key to unlock her bosses door and stood in the most provocative pose as she caught him red handed jerking his dick like there was no tomorrow.

*knock, knock, knock*

“Hey there bossman, no need to do that alone, let me help you with that big hard cock”, she was laying it on thick, bending so he could see her ample cleavage and gyrating her hips in the most suggestive way. “Why beat it off, when you could fuck a dirty little goth girl like me?”

Ken thought he hit the jackpot. Who knew his secretary was so hot and so open to fucking him? He was like a magnet to her corset covered breasts, licking them and rubbing his face in them while he groped her ass. He was too preoccupied but Stephanie was rolling her eyes in disgust, she couldn’t wait to take him down.

“Here, let me have a taste”, Stephanie slid down to her fishnet covered knees and started playing with his dick. Ken felt waves of elation as she slowly teased his erection. He was so enraptured with the sensation that he didn’t even notice Steph pull the long black ribbon from out of her corset and tie it around his balls. By the time she had finished the knot it was too late and Ken was still oblivious.

*WHAM*
Stephanie gave a sharp uppercut to his nuts, and with nowhere to move the balls took every bit of the force. Ken hit the ground immediately, wincing and holding his aching nuts. He tried to quell the burning pain in his groin but as his hands went down Steph tugged on her ribbon and made his pain all anew. “ooh, that’s got to hurt you damned pervert”.

Steph slowly stood up and her corsette fell away no longer being held together by the ribbon. Her breasts bounced as she stood at full posture, nipples covered with pieced of black tape in X’s. As Ken groaned and looked up he felt so intimidated, this woman he had always looked down on had so much power over him suddenly. He felt completely emasculated to be at the heels of a girl, even as sexy as Steph.

As Ken pleaded to be let go Steph had an idea, why should she be the one with all the fun? He was jacking off to those poor oblivious girls across the street. Ken was in no condition to stand, his balls hurt so bad, but he didn’t have a choice. Stephanie yanked on her ribbon like a dog’s leash and Ken was forced up by the pain it caused in his nuts. “You’re pathetic, you have to go wherever I want you to and there’s not a damned thing you can do about it.”, she yanked again for emphasis.

“We’re going on a trip, and you’re going to stay as my bitch. Keep up or I might just pull so hard your little nuts will fall right off!”

Stephanie pulled Ken along by her black ribbon and dragged him out of the office causing unprecedented pain to his balls as she went along. Ken was powerless to Stephanie and had to bear it. As they left the office and down the stairs they past the sleeping security guard, who would have loved this sight, before making it down on to the street. Steph pulled Ken along like a little bitch with her black ribbon around his balls, crossing the street to the front doors of the nightclub.

“I’ve got a present for the girls inside”, the bouncers let them in, a good judgment call as they both planned to have kids one day.

The loud music blared as Ken was dragged passed dozens of gorgeous goth girls, all done up in their makeup and piercings and belts. Despite being completely humiliated and in a ton of pain he couldn’t help but get aroused as he passed all these beautiful females. Everyone stared at them as they passed, and if they weren’t apparent then they were certainly obvious when Steph dragged Ken on the club’s stage.

“Hey ladies, this jackoff thinks he can jerk it to you every week from his office window across the road. Let’s say we get a little revenge?”, Stephanie pulled another ribbon out from her skirt and another two out from her boots. She then used them to tie Ken up so he was spread eagled with his balls dangling low and vulnerable. His arms were tied behind his back and he couldn’t move. As Steph stood there in nothing but her black thong, fishnets and tape she stood triumphantly, “Who’s first?”

A cute little blond goth with tiny perky tits and a row of piercings across her eyebrow took the stage. As Ken looked down at her giant platform shoes he knew it was going to hurt. Her leg swung back and in an instant flew forward, crushing his testicles against his pelvis. He cried out in pain, scream echoing through the club as all the women he’d masturbated to laughed at his pain, which they would never know. Stephanie laughed the hardest, knowing how much power she had over this man.

As the night went to morning a line of women kicked, punched and squeezed Ken’s balls until he could take it no more. He felt like dying from all the genital abuse, but could do nothing to stop it. What made it worse was Stephanie, the whole time teasing him by rubbing herself as she jerked off to the sight of his nuts getting destroyed. Poetic justice some would call it, but Ken didn’t have the luxury of thinking about things like that, his balls consumed his whole mind.

The kicks came straight through the night, but it was a taller red headed goth with long curly hair that finally did them in. She wanted to see how durable his balls were and squeezed them between her fingers until they just couldn’t take the pressure and burst. Ken let out an incredible yell of pain as his balls were turned to mush and all the goth girls cheered like kids who had just broken open a pinata. Ken immediately fell unconscious and Stephanie, along with a few other girls dragged him back to his office, past the sleeping security guard and left him there, a destroyed man.

Kate was a few years older than Matt, and before he came around she distinctly remembered Christmas being a much more exciting affair for her, simply because the holiday budget was entirely spent on her. As soon as Matt was old enough to tear wrapping paper her pile of presents was significantly diminished. She felt bad for the youngest, Lissa as she’d never known what it’s like to get an awesome Christmas because their parents were always too busy buying Matt new football gear or video games or whatever he wanted.

It was Christmas morning 2008 and all three of them awoke extra early and ran down to the living room to open their gifts. Almost an hour passed and once the flurry of bows and wrapping paper the three were left with yet another lopsided assortment of gifts. Both Lissa and Kate got a few bargain bin DVDs and new toothbrushes. Matt got a brand iPod and a new laptop.

Lissa went in to her room to check out her new videos, but Kate just sat in the living room steaming mad. And that’s when it happened. Their father sat next to Matt and told him there was one more gift, handed him a small box which opened to reveal keys to a brand new motorcycle waiting in the driveway. “Oh my god Dad! Thank you!”, Matt shouted as loud as he could. Matt and his parents went out into the driveway to check it out but Kate would not be joining them.

Kate stormed in to Lissa’s room to fume. Lissa had been watching one of her shitty DVDs, it was something about a self aware android struggling with it’s sexuality while trying to fit in with a strict Muslim family who doesn’t know she’s a soulless machine originally designed by a rogue branch of the Canadian military to hunt Carmen Sandiego and get that bitch to stop stealing history. Kate sat and watched it with her sister for a few moments when suddenly during an argument between Carmen Sandiego and one of her goons she kicked him in the balls to teach him a lesson.

The goon fell on his knees and clutched between his legs, rolling on the ground in absolute agony. That’s when Kate got the idea. “Lissa, do you think it’s fair every year Matt gets the best gifts at Christmas? I mean, we behave just as well right? What’s the deal with Mom and Dad?”

“I don’t know Kate, I’m just happy to get something.”, Lissa innocently replied.

“That’s sweet, but it’s not fair. All we get are shitty DVDs about robots or something and he gets and iPod!”, fumed Kate.

“And a laptop.”, added Lissa.

“And a MOTORCYCLE!”, Kate was really upset.

“Wait, Matt got a motorcycle?! WHAT THE FUCK?!”, Kate had never heard her sweet little sister swear before, but it was a good sign that she’d be up for what she’d planned. “We need to get some payback.”

“What if I told you I had a great plan to make him wish he was never born? What if I told you we could hurt him in a way you could never possibly imagine?”, Lissa nodded gleefully. “Come closer, let me fill you in on the details.”

Kate explained her plan to Lissa and the two were brimming with giddiness as they went through all the ins-and-outs of how they were going to seek their revenge through schadenfreude. It was later that evening when their parents had gone out to Holiday Mass that Kate and Lissa threw their plan in to action. Matt was sitting in the living room, trying to get his music from the laptop to the iPod when Kate walked in.

Now, despite the fact they were brother and sister Matt found Kate rather attractive. She was a tall brunette with lengthy wavy hair and a rockin’ body. Her boobs were a hefty C cup and her stomach was well toned. She walked in wearing nothing but a matching white and black bra and panty set, her breasts heaving as she breathed and the tight panties clinging to the shape of her hips and pussy. Matt knew he shouldn’t but he was totally turned on by his sister.

“Merry Christmas Matt”, Kate said as she stood beneath the doorway to the dining room. “Can you come here? I need help fixing my brastrap, the last clip won’t connect.”

Matt jumped out of his chair and flew across the room to his sister. “You’ll have to turn around.” he stammered out, flustered by the situation. Kate did a 180 and rubbed her ass against his crotch in a rather provocative way. She felt he was getting really hard, which was perfect. Matt clipped the bra together and Kate spun around.

“Oh look!”, Kate exclaimed, “Mistletoe.” She pointed up to the collected bundle of leafy holiday spirit and smiled at Matt. “I guess that means we’ll have to kiss. Matt knew it was wrong, but she was just too hot and he was really horny. He leaned in, closed his eyes and puckered up.

Kate put her hands on his shoulders to brace him when sharply from behind little Lissa thrust a running kick square in to Matt’s balls. As she pulled her foot out of his crotch, Kate flung her knee in to it really hard, squishing his balls between her hard knee and his pelvis. Matt was in sheer agony, his balls felt like they’d been crushed and he fell to the floor, curled in a fetal position and shaking trying to get the pain out of his crotch.

“Oh, I’m sorry Matt. Does that hurt?” Kate teased as she grabbed his knees and yanked them apart. She placed her foot on his testicles and pressed down causing Matt to enter a whole new realm of discomfort. His nuts were trapped beneath her bare feet and there was nothing he could do but grin and bear it. Kate kicked him one more time for good measure and turned to walk away.

Lissa stood in front of her and was laughing hysterically as she saw the big strong brother she, and half of her school, looked up to roll around on the ground like a big wimp. She’d never seen a boy get hit in the balls in real-life before and was now fully aware that the movies she’d seen were hardly exaggerating. Kate stood in front of her and gave the motion to high-five to celebrate their successful plan but was cut short when she saw Lissa gasp.

Matt had somehow mustered the strength to lean himself forward enough to launch a rather fierce uppercut between Kate’s legs. His fist smacked her pussy and recoiled to clutch his wounded balls, expecting Kate to be joining him momentarily. The blow would have put any guy out of commission, his balls obliterated at the sheer force of the blow. Kate spun around in shock, she felt a sting in her cunt, and winced in pain a bit.

“You fucking dumbass!” Kate yelled. “You have to be the stupidest fucker I’ve ever met. Who tries to down a girl with a blow to the cunt?! I don’t have balls retard, I’m not weak like you.” Kate stood in front of him, legs spread in much less pain than he’d hoped. “You are so pathetic, look at you. Rolling around like a little weak ballbusted boy.”

“It was a fluke shot…I didn’t hit you very hard…”, Matt stammered out as the air had mostly left his lungs.

“Fine, you want to see how weak your balls make you? Stand up and give me your best shot to my pussy. Then we’ll see who’s laughing.”, Kate heckled.

“Kate, don’t! He’s really strong!”, Lissa was worried.

“Fine!”, Matt pulled himself together and stood square in front of Kate who stood defiant to him, legs spread, arms at her side. Matt pulled his leg back and punted her straight in the crotch.

“OH GOD!” Kate screamed, falling to the floor. Her hands flew to her groin and she began rolling back and forth. “Ow, it hurts so bad!”

“Ha, you stupid bitch! See Lissa, balls or pussy, it hurts no matter what you’ve got.”, Matt was laughing and gesturing to his crotch, leaving his legs conspicuously open.

“Gotcha!” Kate laughed as she revealed her bluff, reaching up and grabbing Matt by the nuts. The look on Matt’s face was priceless, he knew he was fucked. Kate pulled down with all her might and Matt buckled his knees in order to save his testicles getting ripped off. He fell to the floor in sheer agony, down to Kate’s level. “These are the weakest things in the world Matt, my pussy could never cause me this much pain”, Kate squeezed really hard for emphasis, “in fact, there’s no way you could even grab my pussy Matt, there’s nothing there to grab!”

“Please, let go. I’m sorry.”, Matt was crying now, his balls were on fire.

“Matt, I’ll tell you what. I’m going to do you a really big favour.”, Kate pulled both his balls down to the bottom of his sack. “I’m going to make you a lot less weak, I’m going to make you just like one of us girls.” She tightened her grip around his scrotum “I’m going to take your balls from you and you won’t ever have to worry about getting them hit again.”

“NO! PLEASE! Don’t break my balls!”, Matt begged.

“But Matt, believe me. It’s much better to have a pussy. Think about it. You won’t need to wear a cup to football games anymore.”, Kate giggled as she put more and more pressure on Matt’s balls. “And you’ll never get yourself in another situation like this, that’s for sure.”

“Kate, I’m begging you. I don’t want to lose my testicles.”, Matt’s tears were flowing from his eyes.

“I’m sorry Matt, you should have thought of that before you assumed we were all as pathetic as you.”, Kate was pressing her thumb in really hard now. “Say goodbye to your balls Matt, they’re going to be gone for good.”, Matt just shuddered from the pain. Kate clenched as hard as she could and his nuts popped. Matt went unconcious from the pain and collapsed on the floor.

When he woke up he was laying in his bed in tremendous pain. He reached in to his pants to see if his nuts were really gone for good. His hand slid past his belt and came across a little note card. He pulled it out and read it:

Merry Christmas Matt,
You get to keep one of your nuts!
It’s a Christmas miracle, I know.
Ever tell anyone about this, and I
guarantee you’ll regret it.

Love, Kate and Lissa

You see, Lizzie knew a lot about society; the way society treated her as a young, innocent, vulnerable little girl and how she would always get her way if she played her cards right. As she was getting dressed for her shopping spree date she fondly recalled another boy who took her to the mall a few months back. His name was Giles and the poor boy didn’t want to pony up and buy Lizzie a nice bracelet she had been eyeing.

When he said “No way.” Lizzie immediately darted her hand to his groin and grasped his balls between her fingers. Giles didn’t know what to do, he was completely at her mercy and couldn’t do a thing to resist. “You’re going to buy that bracelet for me bastard.”, she whispered into his ear as her grip tightened, sending painful shockwaves through his system. “Because if you don’t, I guarantee your little nuts will not survive this.”

“You crazy bitch, fuck you! I’ll call security!”, he replied defiantly. Lizzie twisted his balls as tight as she could and pulled on them to bring him closer. “Oh yeah, dumbass? Watch this.”, Lizzie let go of his balls and thrust her knee in as hard as she could, smashing his tiny balls between her knee and his pelvic bone. Giles’ eyes bulged out of his head and he instantly fell to the floor in a heap, convulsing and covering his balls with his hands in a vain attempt to quench the pain. Lizzie stooped down, pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and began fluttering up her eyes.

“What’s going on here?!”, a nearby security guard demanded as he rushed to the scene. All Giles could do was groan and roll onto his back and look up Lizzie’s short skirt as the security guard got his story together.

“Oh, thank god you’re here! This pervert here tried to touch my pussy! I don’t know where he came from, but all of a sudden I felt his hand up my skirt and I just reacted.”, Lizzie pleaded making the officer cling off every word. “Please, get this man out of the mall before he sexually harasses anyone else.”

Without a second thought the security guard hoisted up the ballbusted date and dragged him out of the mall. All poor Giles could do was think about his complete vulnerability and the power girls like Lizzie had just because they were female. He cursed his still throbbing balls as he was tossed out on the street and forced to nurse his aching groin on a bench outside.

It was a while before things got clear again, but Giles distinctly remembered watching Lizzie walk out of the mall with another man; on her wrist one rather expensive parting gift from him. She turned around and mocked him clenching her ball-less pussy and making a pained face, teasing him because she’d never know the pain and weakness of having testicles.

Just the thought of returning to her playground at the mall was getting Lizzie all wet. She desperately wanted to just show up late and pleasure herself right then and there, but she knew that the anticipation would be well worth the wait. She finished dressing and headed out the door to meet Jeff.

Jeff was really excited for this date, Lizzie was probably the seiest woman he’d ever get a chance to date and couldn’t resist thinking about the idea of them going steady if he played his cards right. How jealous all the guys would be at school he thought, imagining her clinging off his arm as they wandered the halls. Poor Jeff had no idea what he was getting himself in to.

The two met at the food court and chatted briefly, Lizzie said she wanted to go try on swimsuits, Jeff’s dick hardened almost instantly. Half stunned by disbelief, Jeff was dragged in to a rather costly swimwear store. Lizzie immediately darted off, and Jeff just sat down near the changerooms, waiting to oggle her body as she tried on different suits.

Liz returned rather quickly with what looked like a speedo. “Here you go, put this on.”, She demanded throwing the tiny blue and black garment on his rapidly deflating crotch. “The stall over there is free.”, she gestured to an empty changebooth. “Please? I want to see you’re big sexy muscles.”, she said batting her eyelashes before Jeff could protest. Jeff got out of his chair, marched into the room and after a few moments walked out to show Lizzie.

“What do you think?” He said to a back-turned Lizzie. Now was her chance, Lizzie spun around hard and quickly eyed her target that little lump in the front of his shorts. As she spun she snapped her hand into a fist and smacked it straight in to Jeff’s vulnerable groin. “Huh?”, she said innocently as she used her acceleration to drive her fist even harder, grinding his sore balls into his pelvis.

“Gah!”, Jeff screamed as he slumped to his knees, holding his balls in misery. His crotch had erupted in fire, his testicles throbbing and all because of a slight tap from Lizzie. “Oh, oops.”, giggled Lizzie. “I’m sorry Jeff, did I get your balls? Does it really hurt that bad?”, Lizzie went down to his level and removed his hands. “Here, let me rub it for you.”, she slapped her palm into his nuts and began kneading them like dough, causing wave after wave of horrid sensation to ripple through Jeff’s body.

“Wow, I really got them good. It was such a light tap though, are you sure you’re not exaggerating? I can’t imagine anything being that painful.”, Lizzie was now rubbing it in as she collected some clothing. “I’m going to go change, you wait right here. Like you could walk in that state. haha!”

All Jeff could do while Lizzie changed in the room was kneel on the ground, clutching his pained groin. He felt the complete weakness of being a male and felt so embarrassed he had been floored by such a slight tap.

Lizzie quickly emerged from the changeroom and held her arms up high “Tah-dah!”, she said to a back facing Jeff. “Excuse me Jeff, how rude are you?”, Lizzie paced around to the front of him, her hands on her hips and her feet shoulder width apart. She looked down at him and scoweled.

“I come out here to show you my bikini and you’re still going on and on about your balls. Pu-lease, give me a break, that can’t hurt that bad, look!”, Lizzie spread her legs a little wider, stretching the fabric of her bikini bottoms smooth against her smooth pussy. Jeff’s eyes couldn’t be seperated from the sweet vision of her perfect groin while his was in such agony. Lizzie raised her arm and slapped her pussy as hard as she could.

She let out a little noise and that was it. She didn’t fall to the ground, she didn’t curl up in a ball and she didn’t clutch two dangling orbs that caused her pain. “See, nothing. You’re so weak, and as a punishment, you’re going to buy me this bikini.”, Lizzie demanded as she tossed him a rather heavy price tag.

Jeff pushed out the first few words he could since his balls sent him reeling, “Fuck you!”. Jeff raised his hands off his balls and gave her the finger.

“Well then Jeffie boy. I though you were brighter than that.”, Lizzie snapped her bare foot straight into his balls, magnifying the pain a million fold with a direct hit on both testicles. She felt the two orbs compress against her foot as she pressed them against his body. “You see Jeff, there’s a big difference between you and I.”, Lizzie lifted her knee high and stomped down on his balls, crushing them on the floor. “While I can bring you to untold worlds of pain through your balls. You can never return the favour.”, She lifted her other foot up off the ground, placing her full weight on his gonads.

“I’ve got a pussy, no balls. I will never know the kind of pain you feel and you can never hurt me like this. It’s the advantage I have of being a girl, so you have to do what I say and like it. Or else I make your balls disapear.”, She twisted her foot, smooshing his nuts almost to the breaking point and then jumped. Lizzie’s entire body concentrated into her foot, her entire weight came smashing down on Jeff’s left ball, crushing it completely beneath her. Jeff looked up at Lizzie’s unprotected groin and felt a sublime jealousy; she would always be able to control him because she didn’t have balls and he did.

Jeff was a tough guy, he didn’t black out when Lizzie popped his ball. “Oh, and as a girl, I can also do this.”, Lizzie ran out of the changeroom shrieking. “Help Help! There’s a pervert in there! He was peeking under the stalls while I was changing!”.

Immediately two security guards came to apprehend Jeff and he was carted away. As they took Jeff away in his Speedo Lizzie picked up his pants and fished out his wallet. Lizzie smiled to herself, it was just too easy.

Normally I would just kick a guy in the balls if I felt like it, but this job pays to well to risk getting fired. Instead of pinning one of those fuckers hard while they’re pouring their coffee or something I bottle it all up for my lovely evenings out.

Today was an expecially trying day. Jim from the next cubicle over kept popping his head up while I was working and I had no idea why. He did it like 6 or 7 times before I finally just got fed up and asked him why he kept looking over at me. The bastard, he flat out told me, “Your bra, it’s rather nice.” I looked down and the top 2 buttons of my blouse were undone, giving the pervert a damn good view of my breasts. I wanted to punch him square in the balls, right through the cubicle wall if I had to. Again though, restraint must be retained in the workplace, but someone’s balls are going to pay tonight.

I made my way home to my apartment rather quickly, I was frustrated to no end and wanted to get the night’s proceedings underway. I took a quick shower and walked to my wardrobe to pick out an outfit that would seduce any dick-minded moron into doing whatever I wanted. As I panned through shirts and shoes I settled on a tight leather miniskirt and a haltertop that pushed my tits up and of course a sexy pair of pantyhose. I looked in the mirror and examined my naked body, my god was I hot.

My legs were long, I’m a tall girl, and they met my ass nicely. The thing everyone always loved was my boobs, they were large (not too big), but perky. They were firm enough and never sagged, even when I was naked. If I had to complain about something it would be my stomach, it’s not muscular but it’s not fat. I’d love to have a nice toned midriff, but it’s far too much work and male trainers are always too touchy (an incident I’ll have to recount later).

The thing I love most though is my crotch. Below a smooth patch of hair is my secret weapon. Guys go crazy for pussy, they need it like they need air or something. You dangle the possibility of them seeing your cunt and a man will follow you to the ends of the earth. I love it because of the power it brings, to completely control a man’s mind so I can control his balls.

I’ve often wondered what it was like to be kicked in the balls. I mean, I’ve done it to a lot of guys in the past but it’s something I’ll never fully understand. When I’ve asked guys how it feels they’ve always described it as this sensation that spreads through your body. Some say it’s sharp pain, some say it’s dull I personally have no clue, but it’s always hilarious to watch a man clutch himself and beg for mercy.

I dress myself and head down the elevator. Entering the garage I’m getting more and more excited and I crank my stereo in the car and rock out all the way to the strip club. My friend Velvet is getting off her shift soon and we plan to hit up at least a few bars tonight and mess with the boys.

When I pulled up I was expecting her to be ready to go. I waited for a good 5 minutes from after her shift ended before I decided to investigate, she was really killing my vibe. I parked the car and got out, walked through the club to room BB and stood outside waiting, the door was locked which meant she had a client and I was told never to interrupt.

I was getting impatient and decided to see if I could hear something from the back door. I walked around the joint into the alleyway when the door kicked open and there was Velvet, tossing another ball-less corpse onto her pile. 3 in a night, wow. “You better have some energy left!”, I called to her.

“I’ll be out in a minute!”, she responded. I went back into the car and it wasn’t long before she was racing across the road, tits bouncing in her blouse as she jogged. She was wearing these incredibly form fitting shorts and this thing that was more of a bra than a shirt. She loved showing off her midriff, unlike me she was well toned, I guess from all those years dancing.

The car pulled out of the parking spot and we made our way to the bar. “What was that all about?”, I asked her.

“Oh nothing, just a little side job, if you know what I mean.”

“Well, you better have some energy left in you ’cause I’m tense and I need my backup.”

“Don’t worry, the boys won’t see it coming.”, we both laughed as we pulled up to the bar and stepped out of the car.

We had to hit different joints every now and then, we’d become rather well known and for our little game to work the men had to be rather unwise to our fun. Now, most who fell victim usually kept their mouths shut, but there are the few who voice their problems. I imagine it’s hard to take a ball-less man seriously, but nevertheless stories get around of the two ballbusting bitches that love to seduce and destroy.

The place we’d picked was a new one, small chance of running into anyone we knew and still plenty of dumb men waiting to loose their nuts. We walked in and sat down at the bar, waiting for the right guy to approach us.

“Excuse me ladies, I couldn’t help but notice…”, If I had a dime everytime someone’s pickup started like that.

“Come with us.”, Velvet said and pulled him by the belt to the car. The idiot was only more than happy to oblige and found himself in the backseat making out with her before too long. I started the car and we pulled away to our little cabin near the beach.

“So, what’s your name?”

“Chuck”, he said in between tongue lashings.

“Interesting, we’re going to have a fun night, Chuck.”

“I can tell!”

“You have no idea…”

We pulled into the cabin and it was seconds before Velvet had Chuck pinned to the bed, ferociously making out with him. I noticed his dick getting good and stiff as Velvet ground her smooth pussy into him. While she was distracting him I went to the closet and pulled out our materials, a few leather straps and other little toys.

While Velvet was busy cramming her tongue down his throat I tied the knots around his wrists and feet. Spreading his limbs out across the bed. I always wondered why Velvet got to be the seductress, but I simply relish in the fact the knots need to be good and she is hardly as skilled with her hands as she is with her feet.

Once the final knot was tied and Chuck was completely imobalized Velvet just up and got off him, leaving him lying flat on his back, spread out with a boner raging in his pants. “So, which of you want to fuck me first?”, Chuck said as he wiggled his hips what little he could as an inticement.

It was time. I stood up on the bed between his legs, pulled my foot back and let loose. The first kick is always the most painful, especially if they’re not expecting it. Because his legs are bound there is no moving or flinching and hi balls recieve the entirety of my bare, pantyhosed foot ramming into his nuts. Instantly tears well in his eyes and the bonds strain as he pulls on them to cover his balls, but it’s useless.

Wham, again my foot slams into his sack, doubling the horrid sensation. Flailing now Chuck looks like an absolute tool. I get oon my knees and pull out a pair of scissors. Starting from the leg up I cut his pants right off, but stop when I get to the crotch. I jab at his balls in their sack, hard, but not enough to break skin. It’s so strange how they move about when prodded, but Chuck’s thoughts are far from the peculiarness of testicles.

His legs are already spread and it’s all too easy. I gas pedal his crotch, pulling on both legs as my foot grinds his nuts against his pelvis. I can only imagine the burning feeling of my finely netted hose rubbing against his balls, it must be hell. Chuck screams as loud as he can in agony, calling Velvet and I all sorts of obscenities, but it makes no difference. No one can hear him from the cabin and regardless of what he says, both Velvet and I are very lovely people that just happen to have a very malicious hobby.

Velvet taps me on the shoulder and says she wants a turn. She always liked stepping on groins, putting her full weight on them to see how much pressure they could really take. According to Chuck’s screams not a whole lot. His voice was so loud as we decimated his nuts, and ground them into a fine pulp beneath Velvet’s feet. I pulled off my sweaty pantyhose and shoved them in his mouth to shut him up. They were covered in my pussy juices from watching Velvet work Chuck over, it was an extremely erotic experience and it jut turned me on.

Velvets feet lifted up and down, marching in spot on his nuts, left right left right. She was brutal and the now silenced Chuck could do absolutely nothing to retaliate. Even if he wasn’t bonded what could he do? Hit us in the balls? Not likely, Women don’t have them and if he tried to just plain hit us, the likeliness one of us would land a solid shot on his groin is more than likely considering how dangly, obvious and easy to whack they are.

All this ballbusting had made me really horny so I got on top of Chuck’s face and began grinding my pussy into his face while his balls were being ground into the bed. Velvet went down to her knees and had the brilliant idea to squeeze him while I rubbed my pussy across his nose, forcing him to smell my cunt. I could see Chuck’s pain, his balls were red and swollen and he was kicking, what little he could, and was in a world of pain.

I on the other hand was in paradise. The stimulation on my cunt was extacy and I wanted the ultimate release, something I knew could only happen when he finally lost his nuts. Velvet and I traded places, me down near his balls and Velvet rubbing her smooth perfect crotch into Chuck’s face, his cries for help still muffled by my diry pantyhose.

Looking at his balls I wondered why nature would be so cruel to men, giving them these painful orbs that just sat there, dangling in the most vulnerable place. I’m glad I don’t have balls, they will never cause me to completely submit to two random women and will never bring me the pain poor Chuck is about to recieve.

I reach forward and grab Chuck’s dick. As Velvet grinds her pussy into his nose I start stroking the cock, it raises instantly at the last pleasent sensation it will ever recieve. I decide to go all out and thrust the dick into my mouth, sucking it hard, getting it nice and thick. Chuck is in a world of pleasure and I bring it to an abrupt end.

With both hands I grab the super-hard cock and bend it in half. Chuck flails in protest, but he doesn’t have a choice. In one quick motion I snap the cock and it limps to the side in a weird bent way. His dick is useless now and no one would ever be able to fuck it, but that’s not everything.

I reach forward and grab Chuck’s balls, one in each hand and begin to squeeze, and I mean REALLY hard. His balls start caving and poor Chuck is just flailing in agony beneath Velvet’s taunting. How he wished he had a pussy and could maybe join these ladies in taking down some poor unsuspecting man, but no. Instead he had bals, balls which were now being increasingly pressured by my tremendous grip.

This can’t go on forever, so I just finish it. Squeeze and pop! There goes Chuck’s nuts, now perfectly useless to compliment his useless dick. He passes out and curls instantly when we release the bonds. Forever more his cock and balls will be worthless to any woman that ever wants him. The only way he can please anyone now is by licking pussy until his tongue bruises.

As for me and Velvet, our adventures will continue, we fingered eachother while Chuck’s convulsing body was sleeping. We always do this after a bust. Who knows, maybe next time yours will be the balls we break.

He said that when they went they needed to ask for Ms. Velvet, she was to sexiest and most accommodating woman in the club, able to fulfill any fantasy. Steve and Bill generally regarded their acquaintance as a pretty weird guy, but Velvet did sound good so they got ready and headed out for a night on the town.

The boys saddled up to a few bars first, getting nice and drunk before heading over to the strip club. They stopped at a convenience store for some condoms (just in case) and by the time they pulled up to the joint they were definitely ready for some action.

As they approached the door two girls wearing sexy short skirts and platform shoes greeted them and brought them inside. As they teased the boys, asking them what sort of service they’d like today they brought up Velvet and wondered if they could get a private show.

Forking over a couple hundred bucks each they were escorted down a long corridor of doors, each marked with a different letter combination, Starting at AA they proceeded to wait on the bench outside room BB.

Sitting and waiting the boys listened to the sounds of sex all around them; each room seemed to have some activity going on inside that was more than a little exciting. However, as they listened to room BB it was dead silent. They shrugged it off, presuming Velvet wasn’t in yet but reality was much more painful.

“Alright baby, how do you want those balls crushed?” behind the door Velvet was still with a client, a short middle aged office worker still wearing his work clothing. He lay down on a large bed, his legs spread and staring up at the lovely looking lady.

She was tall, wearing sexy black lingerie that showed off her hourglass figure. Her tits were large and bouncy as she kicked the poor client over and over, bashing his nuts into his pelvis. Legs were long and powerful, each kick was like a piston and as the poor man looked up her long blonde hair formed a weird sort of halo against the light.

Velvet however was far from an angel; she routinely invited men into her room for a special treatment. Some requested it, some were just painfully surprised, but they all left losing their balls to her.

Her toes curled over the man’s balls and pulled them to the end of his sack. Then she lifted her other foot of the ground and put all her weight down on his groin, squishing his balls completely.

He convulsed as the pain jolted through him before they popped and he blacked out. Through a back door Velvet tossed him into a dark alleyway and he was left to fend for his ball less self.

Meanwhile outside the room, Darin and company were getting impatient. “Hey, are you in there? I’ve got a hard on that needs to be taken care of!” Steve joked as he banged on the door, ignorantly guffawing with his friends.

Just then the door slid open and out came Ms. Velvet. The boys agreed, the dweeb from work was right, she was smoking hot. She stood in the doorway, legs spread as their eyes ran up past her thighs to her smooth pussy and they knew they were in for a good time.

“I take it you’re first macho.” she said, coyly twisting her hair in curls.

“If that’s alright with you birthday boy.” Steve looked back at Darin for approval, getting a satisfactory nod of consent. “Alright then, let’s get that ass moving”, Steve slapped Velvet’s soft backside as they walked into the room.

The pad was an interesting place, decked out in red the walls, carpets, drapes and linens all had a dangerous feel to them. There was a large bed, a closet for costumes and toys. Velvet brought Steve in and closed the door behind her. It made a strange hiss and click noise as it locked, preventing any sound from escaping.

Steve was getting really excited at the prospect of fucking this completely wild girl. He fished around his pockets for a condom and took off his shirt, he was expecting the time of his life.

Velvet walked up to Steve and sat down next to him. She coyly played with his hair as she began warming him up, playing her fingers down the back of his neck, across his chest and between his legs. She felt his dick stiffening and grabbed hold. He was really turned on.

“What do you like best about me?” she asked bluntly, forcing his eyes to re-gaze up and down her body. He examined every inch of her se frame and was trapped gazing at her soft, sexy ass.

“That sweet behind miss.”, he said as he marveled at it’s sexy round shape. He wanted to just reach out and grab it.

“Alright then buddy, how about a little lap dance? Take your clothes off and sit here.” She gestured towards a hard steel chair with no arms to get in the way. Steve got up off the bed and moseyed over to the seat, cringing as his now nude balls felt the cold as they rested on the hard cold steel.

Velvet wasted no time; she began working her ass into Steve’s boner hard. She grinded back and forth against the cock and got it really hard. Steve was having a blast and he was getting ready to blow his load all over her.

Velvet then suddenly sat down on the edge of the chair. Steve’s dick slid up, rubbing against her back as her ass squished his nuts into the chair. Here was no warning and no protection for poor Steve as his balls began flattening beneath her ass.

“Gah!” he screamed, but Velvet only giggled, leaning back and coyly playing with his hair once again.

“What’s the matter hun? Something wrong?” She leaned back farther putting more weight on his sensitive testicles.

“…my balls…hurt…” he muttered out, barely audible as he tried to suppress screams of anguish.

Velvet began winding her hips, effectively grinding his nuts into the chair really hard. The pain was unbearable and Steve began to tear up.

“Here, let me take care of that for you.” Velvet lifted herself up off the chair temporarily freeing Steve’s balls and quelling the pain for a while. He was hurt bad and rested his body back against the chair and closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to leave his body.

When he least expected it Velvet jumped up in the air and slammed her ass hard down against his balls, they splattered against the chair and beneath her she felt a pile of mush beneath her ass. Steve’s dick shot its last load and it went all over her back, covering it in now bloody semen.

Steve went unconscious and fell to the floor, his balls made him horny enough to come to the joint, and now they were the reason he was leaving. Velvet opened the back door to the alley behind the club and tossed his naked ball less body out. Closed and locked, she headed to the entrance to invite her next guest in.

Outside Bill and Darin were completely oblivious. They had no idea their friend and wing man had just lost his balls to the sexiest woman around. Naturally they were more than a little bit excited when the door began to open and Velvet stepped out to greet the next customer.

“Wait, where’s Steve?” Bill asked wondering where his friend had gone. He took a peek into the room and although he couldn’t see much past Velvet’s sexy body he was sure Steve wasn’t in there anymore.

“Oh, he had to leave. Emergency or something.” she’d never really been scrutinized like this before and was a little nervous with her answer. “Who’s next?” she winked diverting attention from her fumbled lie. “How about you sweet thing?” she grabbed Bill by the belt.

“Wish me luck”, he called back to Darin as he sat patiently in the hallway, waiting in anticipation for his big birthday bust.

Walking in Bill felt very different than Steve had. He was uneasy about Velvet’s odd response, but thought nothing of it as he was too horny to worry about his bud. He paced the room and sat down on the bed where Steve had so naively rested before him.

“What do you like best about me?” Velvet asked as she ran her fingers over his body, the same she had done to Steve and countless others. “What turns you on?”

Bill took a moment to reflect and said, “It’s those tits of yours. I want to suck them like there is no tomorrow.”

“Hmmm, that sounds good.” She said as erotically as she could, slipping off her bra to release her breasts from their prison. She pulled Bill’s hands up and he began massaging them and playing with her nipples.

She began getting aroused and they got really pointy and really hard. She pushed Bill onto his back, resting on the bed and went down to his crotch level. She ripped off his pants and began rubbing his cock against her boobs. The smooth skin grazed his dick over and over as his spread legs took in the tit fuck. Bill’s legs began twitching from the pleasure and he was really enjoying himself, his dick was the hardest it had ever been and he didn’t want it to stop. But Velvet had other plans.

She pulled her chest backwards and thrust forward. Her nipples struck Bill’s poor balls instantly, causing them tremendous pain. They were still rock hard from his massaging and as they crushed his nuts into his pelvis they only got harder. His balls were in so much pain and they were going to burst, he knew it.

Begging he muttered out something unintelligible before he simply couldn’t stop screaming and flailing. Velvet’s sound proof room left Darin and all passersby oblivious to his torment and when they finally gave beneath the pressure of Velvet’s nipples, Bill finally feinted just as Steve had. His dick spattered out a final load that landed all over her large soft breasts.

Again the door was opened and she threw his naked castrated body out into the rainy alleyway. Steve was still there, still naked and still with an empty scrotum. The two friends now lay knocked out, on top of each other like the trash they are sexually.

Velvet went back out into the hallway and smiled as Darin looked up, his turn was finally here and he was going to have his birthday celebrated right, or so he thought. “You’re up kiddo.” Velvet beckoned him in and Darin was not one to argue. However, something was troubling him. First Steve didn’t return and now Bill as well.

“Where’s Bill? Did he have an emergency too?” Darin asked suspiciously. He couldn’t imagine what exactly was happening to these guys, but he never would have guessed the truth.

“Umm, no he… uh… He wanted to take a shower. Shot himself in the face, if you know what I mean.” She winked for effect. The lie seemed to work as Darin stopped questioning and just followed her inside. He sat on the bed that had broken his two friends and would now break him.

Darin was a little different than the other guys. He had a much larger dick and a larger set of balls. Velvet liked that, but a bust is a bust and she wasn’t about to let personal preference get in the way of her job.

“What do you like best about me?” Velvet asked as she kissed his neck.

“Right now, those lips.” Darin snickered as he felt tingles up and down his spine.

“Alright then.” Velvet got on her knees and pulled down Darin’s jeans revealing the dick she’d felt up and anticipated. It was big and blowing it would not be easy but she had to.

The dick entered her mouth and Darin was in ecstasy. His legs stiffened from the pleasure and he was in heaven. He’d had a lot of good blowjobs in his time, but this was the best. She moved her tongue so deftly up and down his dick and when she started sucking his balls he knew she was a goddess.

Then it hit him, he felt her teeth braze his nuts and it was too late. She wasted no time, and bit into them hard. The skin bruised and she crushed his left ball between her lips and it turned to mush in a flash. Darin wailed at the top of his lungs and she shifted her mouth, chomping and taking out the right.

Darin blacked out instantly his balls bitten clean in half within his scrotum They would never get any action again. His dick kicked and stirred and like his friends’ shot it’s final wad. It flew up and Velvet caught it in her mouth, swallowing the cum from the balls she liked so much.

She opened the door and tossed his body out into the alley. The three of them were going to be a complete wreck when they woke up. She’d never have to worry about something like this and laughed as she walked back in.

“Well, I suppose you can come out now.” She called and the closet opened. Out came their coworker, the weird guy that had recommended the place initially.

“Here’s the cash. Thanks again. Those guys were real assholes.” He handed Velvet a stack of bills.
“No problem, anything for my favourite client.” She kicked the man in the balls and he hit the floor. “Let yourself out.” She muttered as she went out the front door to relax in the break room, another paycheck earned.

She always wore hose, sexy tan leggings that fit over her long legs
and made Chuck crazy. He loved the way they stretched over her thighs
and when she took off her shoes from a long day of work he’d have to
hide his boner from the sight of her sexy feet. When she wore a short
skirt and high heels Chuck could hardly contain himself.

He had to hide his obsession from her because, in all honesty, it was
more than a litle weird. Their relationship was a little rocky, Chuck
often did not meet his wife’s sexual expectations, and he didn’t want
to rock the boat. He carried out his perversion in secret while she
was out to work and she never knew, until today.

He slunk upstairs and picked a used pair up off the floor near her
side of the bed. He held it close to his face and breathed in heavily,
the smell was intoxicating. It reminded him of how strong she was,
walking around her firm all day putting men in their place and
asserting herself as a dominant female.

Chuck pulled down his pants and underwear, his cock raging hard from
the anticipation, and slid on his wife’s nylons. His dick made an
unatural bulge in the hose, these were meant for a female crotch that
lacked such obtrusions. He grasped his shaft through the hose and
began stroking it with extreme pleasure.

It was pure bliss, he loved the feeling of the nylons on his dick and
felt the extacy as he conjured images of his girlfriend’s sexy legs
that had occupied the hose just they day before. His hand slid up and
down, sending waves of sensation through his body.

While Chuck jerked his dick off in his girlfriend’s hose she was just
arriving at the office. As she opened her briefcase and searched
inside she realized some important documents were left at home. She
quickly got back in her car and raced home to get them.

The door creaked open slowly as Chuck continued masterbating in her
hose. As she walked into the bedroom to get the papers she was shocked
to see her boyfriend abusing her nylons. “You fucking pervert!”, she
screamed at him as she raced across the room and pounded her heel into
his balls.

Chuck hadn’t heard her come in, he was completely abosorbed in his
activity, but the pain in his balls made him extremely aware he’d been
busted, in more ways than one. He fell to the floor instantly,
clutching his nuts profusely as he looked up to see his girlfriend’s
sexy hose and her smooth pussy. He couldn’t resist and through the
pain of having his balls crushed he continued to stroke his dick, it
was so sexy how dominant his wife was and in an instant he came.

As his jizz filled the mesh of the nylons his wife looked down on him
in complete disgust. “You fucking pig!”, she kicked him in the chest
and pushed him flat on the floor. Chuck felt the pain as the
reinforced toe of her shoe and was helpless to her power. “You like my
hose? You like cuming in the? You sick fuck. You’re going to clean
this up!”, she got down on her knees and pulled the hose of Chuck,
disgusted at the dripping mess in her once usable hose.

As she pulled them down past his cock she grabbed his balls and
squeezed hard. Chuck’s mouth opened wide in the pain and she swiftly
shoved the jizzy nylons in his gaping mouth. “Suck them clean! Eat all
that fucking cum or you’ll lose your fucking balls!”, she squeezed his
nuts harder.

Chuck was completely humiliated as he was forced to suck on the nylons
he had worshiped for so long. The semen tasted awful, but he had no
choice, she had his balls and she would have no reservations
destroying them if he didn’t comply. As he choked down his own man
juice his wife squeezed harder and harder, furious at Chuck.

The last of the cum was cleaned off the hose and he spat them out,
“Please… let go… I’m sorry…”. Chuck could only mutter out a few
words as the pain in his crotch disabled him.

“I don’t want to hear it you sicko!”, Chuck’s girlfrend let go of his
balls and grabbed the cleanly sucked hose off the floor and Chuck
instantly curled and cupped his balls. He lay in a shuddering fetal
position as she inspected her ruined undergarment. They were spotless,
he’d swallowed the whole load and it was clean, but she still could
never wear them again.

As Chuck continued to tremble she walked over, her sexy feet clicking
her heels against the floor. She walked up behind him and wrapped the
nylons around his head, turning them into a gag. “I don’t want anyone
to hear your screams.”, Chuck could taste the scent he loved so much.
She tied them off in a double knot and draggd him to his knees.

“Kiss them!”, she pulled her foot out of her shoe and shoved them in
Chuck’s face. The smell of her feet excited him and his dick started
getting hard again. His lips pushed against the feet, through the
double layer of hose and he kissed her feet, completely embarassed but
aroused profusely. “You like this don’t you? Look at you, you’re
pitiful. Your little dick reaching up, I ought to snap it right off!”

She pulled her foot away from his mouth and swung her foot into his
balls. The shock enthalled Chuck, and then she kicked again and again
and again. His balls were being pulverized by her feet and he was
powerless to stop her. He was her plaything now and she had total
control over his body. She continued ramming her toes into his balls,
causing him more and more pain.

Chuck took it for as long as he could, he knew if he tried to stop her
she’d rip his dick off, but the pain was too much. He put his hands
over his balls in between kicks to defend his groin and his
girlfriend’s eyes raged. “You dare to stop me?” She pushed him back
down to the floor and stood up on his chest. Her nylons rubbed against
him, causing a rug burn like sensation, but when combined with the
weight it was unbearable.

She stepped forward and pushed her foot into Chuck’s face. “Smell them
up pervert, you like this don’t you? Isn’t this hat you want?”, Chuck
had no choice, she was sticking her toes in his nose and just by
breathing the scent of her feet entered his nostils. “Ugh, you’re such
a freak!”, She kicked him in the side of the head and continued to
force him to submit.

Chuck’s dick was still hard and the pain in his nuts began subsiding.
The smell of her feet was too much to resist and he began jerking off
again, unable to control his sexual will. “What the fuck do you think
you are doing? Did I say you could do that?”  She stepped back on his
balls, crushing his nuts beneath her.

She kicked his vigorous hands and kicked his dick. “You want to cum,
I’ll let you come, but it’ll be the last time ever!” She went into her
laundry bin and pulled out another pair of used pantyhose and pulled
them over Chuck’s legs, she punched his balls as she pulled them over
his cock and the pain was supreme.

Chuck lay on the floor, his legs spread as his girlfriend slammed her
feet into his crotch, squishing his balls agains the floor. She
continued to press down on his nuts with her reinforced toe, and
reslid her covered foot out of the shoe and began rubbing his nylon
covered cock. The mixture of pain and pleasure was an extreme opposite
and there was nothing he could do to resist.

His body writhed in pain while she pressed his balls into the floor
and he was coming closer and closer to cumming with each passing
stroke of his dick. She didn’t want him to cum too quickly, she’d
begun enjoying the destruction of his manhood and wanted it to last.
She pulled her shoeless foot off his dick and just stood up on his
balls, flattening them beneath her feet.

Chuck’s legs flailed as his manhood was being destroyed by his
girlfriend’s feet. He tried to scream but the gag in his mouth
prevented any audible pleas.She continued squishing his balls and
really began enjoying it, there was something sexy about making him
herr bitch and controlling him so completely.

She stepped off his balls and began just pressing down on one. She
trapped it in the side of his sack and singled all her pressure on it.
“I’m going to bust your fucking ball, better say goodbye to it!”,
Chuck screached beneath the gag but there was nothing he could do. She
pressed her toe down and it began crushing beneath the weight. As it
flattened more and more pain consumed Chuck’s body and he had to
whitness, in horror as his  lifted her foot up and stomped it down as
hard as she could.

In that one quick motion Chuck’s nut was obliterated and all that was
left was a pile of mush. He didn’t pass out and his dick stayed hard,
but he was completely riddled with pain and humiliation. He was only
half a man now, not that he was ever a real man in the first place.

She got back down on her knees and felt up his mushy bag, she’d
crushed his testicle, but there was much more to do. She grabbed his
dick, through the nylons and began stroking it hard. The pleasure was
negligible at this point, the pain was consuming Chuck as the loss of
his nut riddled his body. As she continued rubbing his dick Chuck
began getting turned on simply from the humiliation, he was completely
under her control and that was so sexy.

He began getting closer and closer to climax and his pained screams
turned into pleasured moans, all still muffled by the panty-gag in his
mouth. Chuck’s dick began twitching and was harder than it had ever
been. Then, just as he was about to come his girlfriend began bending
his dick and the pain took over again.

She folded it almost in half and it snapped, his dick snapped right in
the middle and it was crooked in an angle, completely worthless. “Try
cumming in my nylons now, you disgusting worm.” She began rubbing his
dick again, but it was losing it’s strength. As it turned into a
flaccid little nub the cum from his crushed ball splattered out and
got on his girlfriend’s hand.

Disgusted, she rubbed it on his face and removed the gag. She pulled
down her panty hose and straddled his face. She dragged him by the
hair up to her pussy, “Eat me out!”. She shoved it into his mouth and
felt his warm wet tongue stretch up into her cunt and lick all over.

She pressed her foot into his ball as he continued to suck and lick
her pussy to climax, fighting the extreme pain in his groin to try and
please her. She twisted it beneath her foot and he winced beneath her
crotch but fought on to please his new master.

His tonguetraced back and forth over her clitoris and she was getting
more and more pleasuree from the sensation of dominating Chuck. She
was going to cum and he was going to become a complete eunich.

Chuck continued to lick and suck and she pressed down harder and
harder. She screamed loudly and pressed down as hard as she could. The
orgasmic sensation raced up through her spine to her brain and she
stomped down impossibly hard. His last ball ruptured beneath her toes
and she came instantly.

Chuck was no longer a man, he had no balls or usable cock. Forever
more he would submit to his girlfriend as an oral slave, forced to
lick and suck her pussy every day. The only pleasure he would ever
receive was the joy he got from worshiping her feet and wearing her
panty hose as she tortured him and forced him to please her. She’d
become a completely dominant woman, totally control of her disgusting
perverted sex slave.

Sure, there was no faster way to bring aman to his knees, and sure it had always gotten her what she wanted. The real reason though was that it was sexy. She liked the power, she was going to be the best thief in the world simply because she was a woman. Natural advantage had put her ahead of the pack, and no man could ever stop her, his balls would always get in the way. She thought about how foolish Brad was, putting his balls on the line like this, surely he knew that if they crossed paths she’d make sure he and his balls were out of commission for good.

As she thought all this Kayla began getting more and more turned on. She stood infront of her full length mirror and gazed at her body. She took off her shirt, and pulled down her pants. She was down to her bra, containing the key to seducing men, and her panties, containing her true advantage. As she gazed at the smooth groin she began getting turned on, there was no package within and she loved it, She reached her hand down to feel the smoothness and began touching herself gently, it felt so good. She slapped herrself, feeling no pain and thinking of what would happen to a man if he tried that. His balls would send him to the floor, but she was fine.

The toll of the clock interupted her playtime, it was time to finish the job. She quickly pulled her suit back on, a sleek form fitting black number that showed off her curves just as much as her bra and p panties had. Any man she cameacross would have to take a double look before stopping her.

She left the base and headed to the museum, entering through the ventilation shaft she’d busted the other day. she snuck in carefully and slipped to the elevator, took the keycard she’d stolen from her pocket and slid it down the elevator’s slot to gain entrance. The camera’s were off thanks to her close call with the wiretap and the guards were completely unaware of her presence.

As a joke to herself she undid her shirt and flashed the camera for a tease, no one would ever see it. She zipped her suit back up and the doors to the basement holding floor opened.

In front of Kayla lay a laser trip field that stretched for the entire hallway. She stretched her limbs, going into a smooth splits and got ready for her traverse.

Women are naturally much more flexible than men, girls are unafraid to push themselves in a gymnastics environment; falling on a balance beam or ending in a splits is no problem mfor females, they have no balls to get hurt. Kayla had practiced and it was time to put it into effect.

The lasers were far from static and moved all about in a random sequence, she began dodging and weaving through the field swiftly moving about them. IT was easy as pie for her, she was loose and limber.

She was just about through, sliding underneath a final laser when another began sweeping low and another came high. The only way she could dodge it was to lay prone on the floor and pray.

Memphis hit the floor, lying flat on her back and watched as the laser slowly made it’s way across her body, sweeping just over her crotch which would have triggered it if there was a dick in her pants. The benefits to being a woman seemed endless as the laser past over and Kayla had made it all the way through.

Up next were the two guards standing at the vault doors. Both had guns and she had to be clever, even with a whack to their balls she could only take out one at a time.

There wass a bend in the hallway and Kayla thought to use it to her advantage. She hid behind the wall and kicked her heel against the wall. One of the guards heard it and began moving forward to investigate. The otherr stayed and covered his partner. As he approached the wall, Kayla reached out, grabbed him by the balls and tossed him to the ground. She disarmed him, grabbed his gun and did a roll across the hall as she shot the other guard square in the groin. The bullet pierced his testicle, bursting it instantly, spraying blood and semen on the floor.

Kayla went back and stomped on the first guard’s crotch and he went out instantly. They both kept their lives, but their dicks would be out of comission forever.

She brushed the now balless guard to the side and prepared to break into the vault. She slid in the keycard which opened a panel with microphone for the voice recognition. She pulled out her PDA and played back the clip she recorded in Truman’s office.

“Access Denied!” the computer screen showed a visualization of the vocal patern and compared it to her recording. The pattern she had was a few notes higher, a side effect from squeezing Truman’s nuts. She quickly edited the recording to go deeper and replayed it.

“Access Confirmed!” The vault door slid open and Kayla put her PDA away, preparing to snatch the jewel and assert herself as the best thief in the world. As the doors opened, Kayla saw something she neither expected nor enjoyed seeing.

Brad had beeten her to the punch, she got her first glimpse of him, already inside the vault having exited a cart the guards had brought inside, plucking the jewel from it’s resting place.

“Looks like you’re a few seconds too late. Your ballbusting methods fail you, I am the best thief in the world and thereis no way you can dispute it.”, Brad laughed as he pulled out his PDA. “By the way, thanks for the show, I’ve always wondered if those were real.” He turned the screen to face her and replayed the tantalizing show from the elevator.

“You really aren’t too bright, did you forget I was coming for the jewel too? I bugged the wire hours after you, getting both the main security feed locked down and yours. Not too bright indeed.”, Brad stepped forward as he mocked her, big mistake.

“We’ll see who’s not too bright!” Kayla swung her foot hard and fast into Brad’s groin. She felt her foot hit something hard and Brad just laughed.

“It’s a cup darling, you didn’t think I’d leave myelf open like that, did you? Men can cover their balls and protect them, women are stupid always.”

Kayla’d had enough, she lunged forward, thrust her hand straight down Brd’s pant, past his cup and grabbed his nuts. She put the squeeze on and Brad’s expression changed instantly. His muscles tesed up as he was having the life squeezed out of him.

He began curling and fell to his knees, Kayla lowered herself to compenate and tensed harder. She felt his thick dick on the back of her hand begin to loose it’s hardness, he’d been enjoying that clip a little too much. Her nails dug in as she crushed hi balls, digging into the skin.

“…please…”, begged Brad but it was too late. With one last tense Brad’s balls ere no more, he fell to the floor and corled up, vomiting and in more pain than anyone could possibly endure. he didn’t pass out like the other men, but he was still useless. Kayla picked up the jewel and hid it in her bra.

“Do you see this Brad”, she spread her legs, giving him an excellent view of her pussy. “This is why you will never win.” She rubbed it lovingly, slapping it to tease him. ” Your balls are weak, they cause you so much pain. It’s a wonder I’ve never bustedthem before.” She walked over and pulled his pants down, revealing his naked mush filled scrotum. “I know what you’re thinking now.” she began rubbing his dick but it wouldn’t get harder. “Why did I ever challenge this woman, obviously superior.”, Kayla straddled him, Brad felt her lumpless crotch and was jealous beyond belief. “It’s because men are stupid macho idiots. No matter what your balls always jeopardize the situation and I will never have to wory about it. It’s basic biology Brad, every 9 year old knows girls are better from the minute they get their first kick. it’s a shame it took you this long.”

Kayla got up and left Brad, clutching his demolished scrotum in the vault. She’d gotten the jewel from him and asserted herself as top dog, now she just had to get out.

Still no alarmas had been tripped so she would escape the same way she came in. Stepping over the ballbusted guards and through the laserfield she reentered the elevator and began ascending.

Meanwhile in the vault Brad had gathered enough strength to pull out his PDA, he was going to get his revenge. He cut both their feeds to the cameras and the main line was reestablished. The guards nearly choked on their coffee as they saw Kayla suddenly appear in the elevator, fondling the diamond. They sprung into action and were waiting for her as the elevator approached.

4 of them, pointing their guns at the doors waited nervously for Kayla to exit.She was unsuspecting and as the doors opened she received her second shock of the night.

Her hands flew up, surrendering instantly, “I have no weapon.” One of the guards came to confirm that, searching her body. He pressed her against the wall and patted her down, all over. He pressed his dick into her ass ash he searched, she fet it stiffening. Her suit was skin tight so there really wasn’t a place to hide anything. He turned her over and continued the frisk, feeling the inside of her legs and her crotch before moving to her breasts, pressing his stiff cock into her pussy.

He was just about to feel where the diamond was when she kneed him hard in the balls and grabbed him by the throught, using him as a shield. She pushed him into one of the other guards and they both fell to the floor. Kayla ran forward, stomped on his balls and jumped over their bodies to punch the third guard in the nose, I hands wentup to catch the blood and before the fourth could react, her heel flew up, skewering his nut and then flew forward to bust the broken nose’d guard.

it had to be a record, four busts in less than 20 seconds. Kalya just laughed as she walked out the front door, no man whether cop or thief could best her. She took her gem home and watched the evening news, she had a feeling there might be something interesting to report tonight.

Kayla phoned up the security firm from within the museum after seducing one of the young tour guides and ordered a van to show up to fix the cable feeds for the cameras. She left the reception desk, laughing at the poor boy beneath the counter still clutching his junk but too afraid to mention his stupidity for fear of getting fired. As she walked out of the main lobby she giggled again as she noticed poor Truman was still absent, she really must have hurt his balls.

The can showed up promptly and she greeted the repairman and told him to follow her. Distracted by her good looks the idiot presumed the business attire and clipboard were credentials enough. She led him towards a storage room in the back of the reception area she’d said was where the feeds ran. As the bumbling techie wandered around the room, looking for the feed he didn’t hear Kayla lock the door with the key she’d stolen from the busted tour guide.

Kayla always had a soft spot for men with tools, it always made it easier to get to their soft spots. She pointed the moron towards a wall and said there was a panel in behind it. As he bent over, looking for the panel Kayla stepped back and swung her foot straight between his legs. The powerhouse kick dropped him to the ground, face first and Kayla wasted no time snatching a pair of pliers from the worker’s tool-belt.

A kick to his side rolled the shambling mound of a man onto his back as she ducked to the ground between his legs. His hands quickly covered his balls fearing the inevitable, but a quick smack to the face with her new-found toy moved them up instinctively. She wasted no time and quickly had the tool clamping down on his left ball. She only needed to pop one for him to black out, he’d done nothing wrong and although she really didn’t feel bad thought he might as well keep one, if only so his wife could keep him under control.

The pliers tightened around the nut and although he screamed at the top of his lungs the deep storage room was nearly soundproof and no one outside heard a thing. It was so impersonal the way she crushed his nut, the tool really did the job, not her, but she enjoyed it none the less. The definitive crunch sound came and his testicle burst into a mess of goo. The electrician blacked out and Kayla began stripping him of his uniform.

As she undid the jumpsuit and changed she stared at the lump within his underwear, now a mangled mess inside, but still visible. She loved to compare it to her smooth pussy, she’d never be in a situation like this guy. No man could ever do to her what she did to him. She loved the fact she didn’t have balls and would never succumb to the wiles of a sexy woman only to have them destroyed.

After changing into his jumpsuit and adorning her belt, she dragged the unconscious man’s body to the back of the room and hid him amongst some crates, he’d be out long enough for her not to worry about him waking up too soon. Then she left, locked the door and headed down to the technicians office. Lucky for her the office was empty and the door was unlocked. It probably meant the in-house technician was out to lunch and would be back shortly, she had to move fast.

The wirework was simple, she was attaching a remote relay to the main feed and it would allow her to simultaneously feed her the camera’s view and mess up the security guards. Just as she was finishing up she heard someone coming in through the door. The museum worker was back from lunch, Kayla prepared to bust his balls, she’d gotten away with two today, why not make it a perfect three?

As the in-house technician came in, Kayla crouched to the ground to get a good view of their approach so she could easily swing out with a kick. That’s when she noticed, it wasn’t a pair of dress shoes walking in, but high heels. Kayla had run into what had to be the only female technician in the city. She was lost for a minute, unsure what her next action should be.

She couldn’t seduce her, sure she may be a lesbian, but the likeliness of that is rather slim. She certainly couldn’t kick her in the balls and escape, women were so much stronger and didn’t have testicles to crush. Kicking this woman would hurt her about as much as a punch in the arm. She wasn’t a man and she’d have to fight fair, something she did not have time for. She cursed her foe’s smooth pussy and her inability to dominate her instantly like she could a man and just hid quietly, hoping she would pass.

Lucky for Memphis, she did and it was seconds before the sexy thief was up and out a ventilation shaft. She kicked out an exhaust grate from the side of the building and jumped down, landing on her parked motorcycle. As she revved the engine she laughed about how a man would never try that same jump, their balls would be detroyed but her pussy was unscathed. Kayla drove out of the alleyway and made it back to her base of operations safely.

A lot of times when she’d be on the run, or when her cover was blown she’d have to fight. For her it was never a problem though, because what men consider out of bounds she had no problem exploiting. Kayla would just as soon crush a man’s testicles with her knee as she would punch him, dropping any opponent in a flash. Video tapes of the crime scene would sometimes show entire squads of cops levelled by kicks and knees and grabs to their balls from this sexy femme fatale.

Her methods had earned her a reputation amongst the rest of the truly professional thieves and not everyone was happy about it, Brad Tip was among these. Brad cried foul play to her methods, he argued that no woman could ever pull off a heist better than him and layed out a challenge to the deadly Miss Memphis. The Museum of Natural History was having an exhibit open in a week’s time that would showcase a new discovery, the world’s hardest diamond, an oval shaped rounded gem about the size of a large grape. Whoever could steal it would be declared the better thief. Needless to say Kayla accepted.

The diamond was being held in a vault deep below the museum. There were three primary levels of security guarding it. To reach the diamond an executive of the museum would need to descend the restricted elivator, monitored by security cameras of course, proceed through a laser field and finally open the vault doors via keycard and voice recognition while under watch of two live, armed guards. It was tight, but so was Kayla.

She had a week to plan and pull it off, she knew it had to be stolen before it went on display or security would magnify and she’d never have a chance. Monday she went into the museum during the day, dressed in tight miniskirt and loose blouse. They were hiring a new personal assistant and the curator was personally doing the interviews. He was a fat man, paid too much for the work he did, but not a bad person in general. However, even the best would fall to Kayla’s increadible body in the right situation.

“Let’s get it all out on the table.”, she said in a british accent to disguise her identity. “I need this job, and would be willing to do anything to get it.”, she leaned forward, making her clevage supremely visable.

“Well, I’ve looked at your credentials and you do seem like a good candidate.”, his eyes flashed downward as his dick hardened, he liked the idea of this woman working under him. “There is just one thing though.”, he was pointing to something on her resume.

Kayla got out of her seat and walked around the desk to take a look at the paperwork, propping herself up as she rubbed his shoulders. “Oh, silly me, I left a typo in.”, she began running her hands down his back slowly. “That’s supposed to say ‘skilled faxer’, not ‘skilled fucker’.”, her hands had crossed the threshold and were rubbing his hardening dick.

“Though I do say, both are admirable skills.”, the curator got up out of his seat and sat on his desk, awaiting his new assistant to ‘help him out’.

Kayla stepped back and undid her blouse, she didn’t take it off but her bra barely concealed her round breasts. She stepped forward and the fat curator’s hands instantly latched on, massaging them. Kayla’s hands slid down and undid his pants, pulled them down and started pumping his cock. The curator was really enjoying himself, this girl was a natural and her hands were so smooth. Kayla was having fun teasing the poor bastard, but she had other plans.

She lifted her hand up momentarily to start a voice recorder hidden in her earing while the other continued south. She began rubbing his balls in circles and slowly worked into a grasp, squeezing them. The curator was in shock, his balls hurt like hell but he wanted to keep going. “Say your name baby!”, Kayla said squeezing his balls for motivation. The curator stuttered a little, it’s usually ‘say my name’. “Say it!”, Kayla squeezed harder and his balls began to flatten in her palm.

“…Truman P. Sheldon…” he spoke, a little confused at her request but in far too much pain to protest. He had said it and hoped she would release his nuts, but she did not. Her grip only grew tighter and tighter around his balls as his mind reeled from the pain. As her tiny hand destroyed his manhood her other reached behind poor Truman and grabbed his keycard while the distraction was still working.She squeezed harder and harder until the fat man was speachless. Her hand gave one final tense and he could no longer take it.

“Ms.Elizabeth! Enough! Let my balls go right now or I will call security!”, he tried to push her hand off his groin.

“Call security and I will call your wife!”, her grip tightened. “Besides, do you really think they would prosecute me? Really, look at me and look at you, who do you think they’d believe anyway?”, tighter and tighter. “Tell anyone about this and it will be all over the news how you demanded sexual favours for this job.”, finally Truman could take it no longer his mind could not handle the pain and he went black.

Kayla propped him back up on his chair, did his pants back up and left a notein his hand that read “Fuck the job, I don’t care how much you’d pay me your dick is too pathetic to be worth it! Tell anyone and you’re ruined.” Truman was found later that afternoon, still passed out, but thought just to be sleeping. When they woke him up he unexpectedly cancelled his appointments and took the rest of the day off.

She loved to tease the boys at school and soon became well known for her playful antics. She quickly earned the scorn of the other girls at school as she often distracted more than a few supposedly preocupied boyfriends.

One girl became completely consumed with fury at Brit as she gre fed up with her boyfriend ignoring her as the school hottie walked by. Jaime, a girl pretty enough but never recieving the attention she deserved because Brit always stole the show. One day she gathered up the “balls” to confront Brittney.

“You’re a bitch you know that? A bitch and a whore. You prance by every day flaunting your ass to every guy stupid enough to take a glance and you get off on it don’t you? You love the attention, even though they only notice you because your tits are always in their face. If you dressed like a normal person you would be completely unremarkable!”

In a flash Brittney and Jaime were brawling; slapping eachother, pulling hair, punching. The two wrestled on the floor until Jaime’s boyfriend started to pull the two apart. As much as he enjoyed watching Britney’s spread legs, he grabbed Brittney and pulled her off, holding her at the waist and yanking.

The two fighting girls were quickly seperated, but Brit wasn’t finished. She reached up to the boy’s crotch and grabbed a tight hold on his balls through his jeans. A faint grimace could be heard as Brit’s grip tightened and his hold on her loosened.

At that point she could have easily brushed him aside, but she didn’t. She kept on squeezing, harder and harder as his balls became flatter and flatter in her palms. The beau’s eyes teared up as the pain spread through his body turning him into a flesh shell of pain. He’d always wanted Brit to handle his manparts, but he’d always imagined it wouldn’t hurt this bad.

All Jaime could do was watch as her boyfriend’s testicles were being demolished by the girl she hated most. She could have easily struck Brit and stopped her, but she didn’t. As she sat back she felt waves of pleasure watching her boyfriend’s groin being destroyed more powerful than they had ever provided intact.

Brit knew what Jaime was feeling, she could see it in her eyes. She’d always loved seeing a man taken down, and now she was sharing that joy with Jaime. She squished harder and his balls began to collapse. It was incredible he could still stand as Brit’s decision was made. Pop!

She let her grip go and Jaime’s boyfriend, with a sack full of mush, hit the floor. He didn’t faint like the other boys Brit had busted, no this poor fool was still concious in the worst pain a person could feel. He’d lost his balls to Brittney, but she’d given something to Jaime.

Brit pulled herself up, fixed her skirt, walked over to Jaime and whispered in her ear. “Fantastic isn’t it?”

That night Jaime sat at home thinking about the day’s events. She’d seen her boyfriend’s testicles destroyed and loved watching it. Just then she realized how powerful it made her feel. She could exercise that much force on any man and there would be nothing they could do back, she didn’t have to worry about that sort of thing.

These thoughts started to turn her on very much and she couldn’t fight the temptation. As she sat on her bed she reached down between her legs and started rubbing herself through her panties. Oh, it felt so good. She pushed the panties to the side and dipped her fingers in. She was wet and they slid in and out with ease.

As she fingered herself her younger brother was snooping around the hallway. In her extacy she did not hear him and forgot she’d locked the door. He burst in suddenly and just stood there with his mouth gaping.

Jaime was quick to act, her fingers whipped out of her panties and she dove across the room, pushed her brother against the wall and for the first time in her life, kneed him in the balls. The young boy had never been whacked in the groin before and it hurt like hell. His hands instinctively reached down to cup his balls, but Jaime was relentless. She kneed him again and again.

Jaime’s pleasure extended as she hurt her brother’s testicles. He may have been 2 years younger, but he’d always been able to beat her when they wrestled. Over and over she pressed her hard knee into his soft balls, squishing them against his pelvis.

“Ow! Please stop!”, he begged. Jaime did not even respond. She just kept smashing his balls again and again. “Uuuuggghh…” He moaned as he started to black out. One more vicious knee and he did.

When he woke up he was tied to a chair, Jaime was sitting on the bed again, gently rubbing herself while he was in brutal pain. Brittney was also there, tightening the knots on his legs, Jaime had called her while he was unconcious, she was the only girl she knew would understand the opportunity.

“So, I hear you like to peep on your sister.”, Brittney said. “There’s a special term we use for guys like you. Do you know what it is?”

“…pervert?”, he stuttered, still confused.

“Close. It’s actually eunich.”, Jaime giggled at Brit’s joke as she continued to masterbate. Britney stood up and placed her foot over the boy’s naked ballsack, flopped naked against the chair.

She pressed her foot down and leaned forward, grinding his balls into the wood and giving him an excellent view of her long sexy legs and up her skirt. He stared at her pussy, held beneath her panties and wished he had one. His balls were in a world of hurting and wished he had a sexy slit and could please himself like his sister instead of hurting so bad.

Brit pressed hard down on his nuts and she felt powerful. No man could ever do this to her, that was why she was superior. Never mind the fact women are smarter and men are easily distracted by their assets, this was proof she was superior to every male on the planet. She had him by the balls and the situation could never be reversed.

She lifted her foot up, relieving the poor kid’s balls of the intense pain for only a moment. She let him sit there in his dull ache while she walked back over to Jaime who was climaxing. Brit pulled Jaime’s hand away and began fingering her instead. The two pleased eachother while jaime’s brother writhed in his seat, unable but trying to cross his legs and quench the pain.

Jaime peaked and loved it. She loved Brit’s delicate touch, so much more powerful than the clumsy men that had handled her. She got off the bed and walked over to her brother, his balls still red sore.

“Aaaaahhh!!!”, the boy screamed as Jaime punched his balls hard, flattening them against the chair. As he screamed he stared at Brittney, still on the bed, pleasing herself. He stared jealously as she rubbed her painless pussy. Jaime punched his testicles again and again, multiplying her brother’s sense of inferiority.

As he felt helpless to the girls something switched in his mind. The envy he felt, it turned him on. As his sister smashed his balls and he watched Brit’s body he started to get a boner. “Brit, check this out. The pervert’s managed a stiffie!”

“Well,well. You like this don’t you? I’ll tell you what.”, Brittney scooped his balls up into her hands, kneading them roughly. “If you keep quiet about your sister and I’ll let you keep your balls. Of course, you’ll have to come here and get them busted every now and then, but they’ll remain intact. Snitch, and I destroy them for good.”, a quick tug reinforced her point.

Jaime’s brother sat there, unable to stop the pain in his groin, or reach the pleasure his cock longed for. He sat there only able to watch his sister and the sexiest ballbuster on the planet make out. This happened more and more as the months went on and he loved it.