The Revenge Squad – by James Pendergrass

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

Chapter One………….The Capture

Chapter Two…………Revelation

Chapter Three………..Experimentation

Chapter Four…………Ballbusting Class

Chapter Five…………Changes

Chapter Six…………..Pig #1

Chapter Seven……….Camel Toe

Chapter Eight…………Sanctuary

Chapter Nine…………The Breaking

Chapter Ten………….Escape

Epilogue………………The Island

Chapter One - The Capture

It was Friday.  The bulky middle-aged man sat in late model Lincoln SUV in an empty parking lot on the far end of a suburban park.  He trained a set of binoculars across the field at 22 middle school girls kicking a soccer ball back and forth. 

His name was William Granger.  He was 41 years old and he had been out of jail for about two months.  He’d done a stint for child abuse, but it was only two years.  No big deal.  If the stupid judge actually knew some of the things he had done, he would have kept him there for much longer.  The truth was, he’d killed before and more than once.  He’d killed young people, people who didn’t deserve to die.  He would like to say he cared, but he didn’t.  He had an aching need to physically dominate women, especially the young ones.  Now he looked across the field at the girls kicking the soccer ball.  He focused on the girl guarding the net closest to him.  Her blond ponytail bobbed as ran after a lose ball.  He watched her movements carefully.  The way she bounced up and down on her soccer cleats.  She looked like she’d give him a courageous struggle before he had his fun.

William was so fixated on the action at hand that he didn't notice the young woman approach his car from behind.  The woman didn't look like a threat.  She was barely five feet tall.  She had squat features, but would not at all be considered unattractive.  She was well built, though a tad stubby.  Her little nostrils were flared, but she had pretty eyes, delicate features and a well rounded little body.  She was 29 years old, but could easily have passed for 25.  Men not overly fixated on thin women would have described her as a shapely little thing.  She was the type of woman who could sit Indian-style and fit her round body very comfortably on a small chair.

She rapped on the passenger window with her little fist and startled the man, causing him to drop his binoculars.  Now he was concerned.  What was this nosy little cunt up to?  His gun was in the glove compartment.  He thought about reaching for it, but decided he didn’t need it.

Rolling down the window, he analyzed her face.  He could have sworn he'd seen her before.  And he had – she’d been trailing him for days.  Her cute smile reassured him that there was no major cause for alarm.

Before he knew what happened, the woman reached through the open window with some kind of device and pressed it against his neck.  His entire body suddenly went rigid.  His head snapped back against the headrest.  His feet kicked convulsively and smacked against the dash.  His penis, which had been hard as he watched the blonde ponytail from afar, went immediately flaccid.  Urine flooded into his underpants. 

A van moved rapidly across the parking lot and came to a smooth halt next to the Lincoln.  A woman jumped out of the passenger seat.  Her jet-black hair framed a model's face.  She had full red lips, and deep brown eyes.  She was maybe 5'7" and had a body that caused both men and women to stare.  It was the prototype of modern womanhood – sharp curves with softness only where it belonged.  She wore a white button-down shirt that was tucked into black leather pants.  The pants framed her ass in back and a glorious camel toe in front.  Her legs tapered perfectly down until they reached sturdy knee-high leather boots. 

She raced over to assist her pint-sized lover.  The scumbag was slumped in the seat of his car.  He was heavy.  This would take some doing, but they had to act fast.  Although their purpose was, without a doubt, good for society, it was very much against the law.  Time was of the essence.

The two of them struggled to lift the male pig out of his seat and into the open sliding side door.  There, a gorgeous Japanese woman a few years younger than the other two females, waited.  She felt a chill of pleasure run down her spine and settle deep within her soul.  The capture of these unruly American men who could not control their sexual impulses always thrilled her like nothing else.  She watched her associates gather the defeated male, staying alert in case she had to step in and help them kick some ass.  She hoped he would resist a bit so she had an excuse to use violence on him.

Sure enough, the two women outside the van began to struggle.  They guy was 240 pounds of deadweight.  The tazer used by Crystal had 10 volts of electricity.  After all, they couldn't afford to take any chances with scum such as this.  Now as she watched, Crystal and Deborah could hardly move the man.  With great effort, they were able to pull him from his SUV, which emitted an irritating beeping noise.  It was a reminder that the clock was ticking and they needed to act fast.  They had to pull him across five feet of old pavement into the van.

Deborah heard a buzzing from the handheld phone attached to her waist.  It was Detective Steven Fuller’s urgent voice.  “Miss Deborah, someone on the soccer field must have seen something funny and called 9-1-1.  You have four minutes at most.” 

Suddenly, the male perpetrator seemed to regain his strength.  He felt himself being dragged by these two bitches.  Who the fuck did they think they were?  He stood up and flexed his bulky arms.  It was time to show these crazy cunts who was boss.  He prepared to do what he had done many times in his life: exert his male strength on the weaker gender.

The two women felt the man’s surge.  They both knew it was time to respond.  Crystal reached up and held his arm for dear life.  Because of her diminutive size, she needed both hands to hold him.  She was an accomplished martial artist with a brown belt in karate, but she was not nearly as accomplished as Deborah or Kimiko.  She had complete confidence that her female associates would be able to handle the male's resistance - they always did – and it would be fun to watch.  For Deborah, the statuesque brunette, it always gave her a little thrill when they struggled.  At 29, like Crystal, she was at the peak of her physical, sexual, and emotional powers.  Like Kimiko, she was a black belt in several martial arts disciplines and she was also very strong, though you'd never know it. Though her body was toned, it was not the least bit muscle-bound.  With one hand she reached across her chest, sliding her arm conveniently beneath her pert breasts.  She gripped the man's wrist and pressed her thumb just below his palm.  The man felt pain shoot up his hand and it went limp.  Then, Deborah reached behind his thick neck with her free hand and applied pressure on a hidden nerve at the base of his skull.  It was a well-practiced move and she wasted no motion whatsoever.

The man felt almost as though he'd been shocked again.  This time he felt a searing pain in his shoulders and his body once again went rigid.  The only thing that seemed to work was his nose, which could smell the light sent of perfume. 

All three women were incredibly well rehearsed at this.  They felt the man's resistance ebb and they knew the time had come to put this one away for good.  With that, Deborah pulled him toward her.  In doing so, it required the man to put more weight on the leg that was closest to her.  As he shifted, Crystal hooked her little leg inside the man's other leg.  She swept her leg against his instep, causing it to slide further apart.  Crystal moved gracefully aside so his legs had a chance to spread further apart.  They now had him off balance and exposed.

From her vantage point in the van, Kimiko knew exactly what was required of her.  In fact, she had already put her lithe body into motion.  With her slender fingers, she gripped the roof of the van and hooked her thumbs on the ceiling.  Then she stepped forward to the edge of the van, placing her Italian leather boot on the footrest.  She pivoted her hips and pulled her left leg back behind her tight body.  Then, with incredible speed and accuracy she brought her back leg forward and upward.  It came shooting out of the van and crashed into the man's open groin with a thud. 

Both Deborah and Crystal's lips turned upward in a smile as they recognized the familiar sound of boot connecting with ball sack.  Both felt a bit disappointed that they hadn't had time to disrobe the male before the busting took place.  There would be time for that later.  From the sound, they knew that Kimiko's kick had found its mark.  It usually did.  The truth was that all three of them were experts at this aspect of male discipline, but Kimiko had a certain flair that made her kicks special.  Perhaps it was her incredibly slender hips.  Perhaps it was the beautiful little feminine grunt she made at the point of impact that sounded like “hiii-ya!”  Whatever the reason, it was one of the better kicks either of them had seen. 

And both had seen male gonads punished on thousands of occasions both in video and in real life.

The man slumped forward.  His head fell forward as well.  He saw the asphalt and a piece of gum stuck to the asphalt that had been tossed there carelessly (ironically, as it turned out, by the goalie of the girl's soccer team he'd been watching).  It would be his last vision as a free man.

Kimiko wasn't quite finished.  As the man felt his entire world crashing down upon him, there was one more coup de grace to deliver before imprisoning him for good.  Still gripping the top of the van, she drove her knee up viciously toward the man’s slumping head.  The intent was clear - to knock him out.  His will was already shattered, but it was now time to shatter his nose.  Her bare knee crashed into the man's nose.  She felt the wonderful sensation of the man's bone and cartilage yielding to her hard little knee.  Had she delivered the blow a second earlier when he was more upright, she would have driven his nose into his stupid brain.  But alas, they wanted him alive.  So she waited and just broke his nose cleanly. 

Now that his lights had been effectively turned out, the man slumped forward into the van.  The women gathered his tattered remains and left the area without incident.

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"Aw Kimmie, why'd you have to break his nose?  He's bleeding like a stuck pig back here," said Crystal.

Kimiko drove the van, while the other two ladies tended to the mess in the back seat. 

"It's more humiliating that way," said Kimiko breezily, as she entered the freeway ramp and headed west out of the suburbs and toward the countryside. 

"She's right," said Deborah, as she wrapped a towel around the man's destroyed face and applied pressure.  They had been driving for fifteen minutes and the man had been moaning softly.  "That's ok, pig, just relax and do as we say," said Deborah.

The man was on his back, but Deborah had his head turned sideways so he wouldn't swallow his own blood.  She held his head firmly but there was no longer a need to be cautious.  Once they got him in the car, Crystal had injected him with a powerful drug that would ensure he wouldn't be causing them any more trouble that day.

As Deborah tended to the man's busted nose, Crystal went about relieving him of his clothing.  He wouldn't need it ever again, so she took an industrial-strength set of shears and snipped them away from his body.  She had already removed his shirt and now was just finishing off his pants.

"Yuck," said a disgusted Crystal.  "Another pants pisser."

"Gross," said Deborah.  She looked down at the man's tighty whiteys, which were stained with yellow in front.

"You should have to clean this up, Kimmie," said Crystal jokingly.  “He probably pissed himself when you smashed his nose!”

"No," said the gorgeous Japanese woman, looking at the rearview mirror and laughing.  "He probably lost it when you zapped his dumb ass."

"Maybe," Crystal said.

"Actually wait," said Kimiko, now I remember.  When I booted his balls, I could see he already had wetness in his pants.

"Whatever," Crystal said.  She snipped away at the underpants.  She wore plastic gloves to help insulate her from the filth, so it was no big deal to her.

"I think we should make him eat those for dinner," said Deborah.  She always was the most severe of the three women.  To Deborah, men were on earth for one purpose - to be used.  They all felt that way, but nobody as vehemently as Deborah.

"He's not going to be able to eat anything for a couple of days," said Crystal, now holding his underpants up with just her thumb and forefinger.  She kept them away from her body.  Even though she wore gloves, the underwear disgusted her.  She scrunched her pretty little face up as she carefully placed the underwear in a plastic bio-container they had in the corner of the van.  Then she turned her attention back to the man's now exposed groin.

"Oh wow," said Crystal.  "You really crushed his balls, Kimmie."

"You go girl!" said a delighted Deborah, staring down at the man's balls, which had swollen nearly to the size of a tennis ball.  They were purple. 

"Yeah, what a serious demolition," added Crystal, also quite pleased.

"Girl power!" said Kimiko happily from the front seat.  The two women in back repeated the phrase happily.

Crystal then pulled out the Device.  It was a black stainless steel curved ring that looked like a futuristic handcuff.  Attached to it was a curved phallic object with a bulbous head. After some of the masturbatory episodes of Pig #1, they deployed the Device right away to ensure future pigs never had a chance to pleasure themselves on the women’s property.  Furthermore, the Device had sharp spikes inside the steel cage, which caused their Pigs great pain when their unruly penises tried to swell in futility.

Crystal expertly applied it around the base of the man's cock and balls.  She fastened it in place until she felt it was appropriately snug.  The beauty of the Device was the technology behind it.  Once the man's swelling went down you would think the Device could be removed by the wayward male, but such was not the case.  The designers of the Device had taken swelling into account.  The Device was equipped with sensors that caused it to adjust automatically to which ever set of cock and balls it was attached to.  There was simply no escaping. 

Once she had properly fixed the man, Crystal then set about inserting the phallic device into his anus.  She took great joy in attaching the Device.  This was the fourth time she had done it.  Like the other times, she felt the wetness flow from between her thighs.  Fortunately her thick tuft of pubic hair gathered most of her moisture.  Unlike most modern women, Crystal preferred to keep a “full nest.”  Whereas most women liked to trim and in many cases shave their pussies, Crystal took great pride in growing a suitable triangle.  She would always scrub it and trim it prior to her sexual escapades with Deborah, as well as Kimiko.  It also enabled her to get as dirty as possible when forcing men to eat from her source of power.  And she loved making the men eat, especially their prized Detective slave-boy. 

She felt the wonderful pre-orgasmic sensations from her thighs as she prepared to complete the Devicing of her fourth man.  He would be known from this day onward as Pig #4.

"Deb, honey, can you lift the pig's legs for me, dear?"

Deborah took a break from pinching the man’s bloody nose, or what was left of his nose.  She moved toward the back of the van where the man’s listless feet were.  She carefully lifted his legs up and straddled her lover so she could do what needed to be done.  Crystal, the petite little woman with the cleverest tongue in the world, hovered beneath her, focusing on the task at hand.   As Deborah held the pig's legs high in the air, his anus was now properly exposed so Crystal could complete the Devicing.

Crystal attempted to insert the bulbous end of the phallus into the man's anus but it squeezed shut.  The man might have been immobilized, but his animal instincts had kicked in.  It was his natural defenses that kept him from allowing the object to violate his anus.  Crystal scowled for a moment.  She contemplated all the violence this man had committed in his life and it made her even more determined.  Fortunately, there was an easy solution to the problem.  The women in the van were complete experts in the operation of the male animal. There was no problem or challenge a male might present that they were unequipped to handle, and a tightly puckered anus was no exception. 

Sensing the situation at hand, Deborah looked down and said, "Squeeze his balls."

One step ahead of the advice, Deborah reached out with her short little fingers and captured the male's balls in them. She bunched up the swollen balls as she pulled them away from his body.  She began squeezing harder and harder as she applied steady pressure with the phallic probe to his anus.  It was like magic.  Just as his legs had parted a half hour earlier at the feminine urging, this time his anus parted under similar feminine persistence.  With a grunt of finality, Crystal shoved the phallus deep into his asshole.

Kimiko heard the familiar sound from the front and without removing her eyes from the highway, smiled.

In back, their job temporarily complete, Deborah waited for Crystal to step away from the male pig.  Once that was accomplished, she rudely dropped his demolished ass down onto the van.  The two women then embraced and gave each other a deep, satisfied hug before joining Kimiko up in the front seat.  They had another 20 minutes before they reached The Grounds.  Another male pig was now under their control.  They would take great pleasure in breaking him down and reducing him to a docile, obedient panty-slave.  He had no idea what he was in for. 

The three ladies savored this latest victory.  Another one had bitten the dust.  It was going to be a fun month.

Chapter Two - Revelation

(Six Years Before the Abduction of William Granger)

The church basement was a common meeting place for groups during the week.  It hosted countless AA meetings each week, but today the room was full of women.  Unlike the AA meetings, where chairs were lined up auditorium-style facing a podium, the women in this gathering made a circle of chairs. 

The regular moderator of the discussion, a placid retiree, couldn’t make it on this particular night.  Her replacement was an attractive full-figured woman in her mid 30s.  She wore a dark skirt, with dark pantyhose.  Her top framed her large D-cup breasts.  She spoke with energy and confidence, using hand-gestures to hammer home her passionate opinions.  This was her first time leading this support group for female victims of domestic violence, and she wasn’t the type to hold back.

Thanks to the confident new moderator, the conversation was more open and honest than it had ever been before.  At one point in the discussion, a gorgeous brunette spoke up.  She wore an eye-catching tight gray pantsuit.   Her voice caught in her throat as she described the day in college when a frat boy had date-raped her.  You could hear the emotion in her voice.

"That- that son of a bitch.  He got away Scot-free.  I filed a complaint, but it was my word against his word.  What are we supposed to do?  It's a male dominated world."

She tried to continue, but the moderator cut in.  "Let me correct you there, Deborah.  It is NOT a male dominated world.  That's what we're conditioned to believe.  And the sooner you ladies realize that it's not true, the sooner you will break free from the pain that you've been feeling."

For a short, attractive brown-haired woman with the baby-face, the moderator’s words were a revelation.  She had sat in these meetings for several weeks now, trying to find a way to cope with the feelings she had carried for several years.  In high school, she had been a world-beater – top of her class, great SATs, lots of friends, a clever girl with a great sense of humor.  Then it happened during her freshman year in college with a boyfriend she trusted. They had an argument and he slapped her in the face. For some reason, she was able to justify it in her own mind.  She had deserved it.  But then the abuse became more regular and even more violent.  Finally, after the fourth such incident, she had gotten help and gotten out.  After that, she stopped dating men.  She didn't trust them anymore, and tended to be quiet and timid around them. 

Over the years, she often felt angry.  Why hadn't she done anything?  What could she do now?  Ultimately she kept her head down and worked hard.  What was the point of challenging the establishment?  It was a male dominated world.  Now for the first time in five years, the woman moderator had her thinking about her life.  Why did she act so timid?  She was a young, attractive and intelligent woman with a bright future.  She had explicit sexual thoughts from time to time, some involving women; others around bizarre fantasies of even gasp dominating men.  She’d been told before that some men were into this, but how was she supposed to know which ones?

Emboldened, the little brown-haired 23-year old woman decided to go speak to the excellent substitute moderator after the meeting and thank her.  Unfortunately, the absolutely gorgeous brunette had beaten her to the punch.  She had noticed the woman since she first began the class.  How could you not?  She looked like Teri Hatcher.  Listening in on her conversation with the moderator, the short woman was surprised to hear that this dark-haired babe was touching on the same thing that she wanted to talk about.

Gorgeous woman: "I think that's so great you think it's not a male dominated world."

Moderator: "It's not a matter of think, honey, I know it.  And I can prove it to you."

Gorgeous woman:  "How so?"

Moderator: "Well, I hate to be too explicit here, but my husband is a classic example.  I make all the rules in our relationship.  I mean, everything, including financial.  He serves me like a dog."

The gorgeous woman laughed out loud, as did the short woman listening in on their conversation.

Moderator: "I'm dead serious.  Both of you can come to my house and see for yourself any time you want."

Gorgeous woman: "I'd love to.  But I have med school studies to get back to."

The diminutive woman had kept quiet to this point.  But now she surprised herself by blurting out,  "I'd love to see that as well."  Then she turned to the gorgeous woman because she also was a med school student.  Much to her surprise they attended the same school.  It was amazing they had yet to cross paths.

"I'm Deborah," said the stunning brunette with a big smile. 

"Crystal," said the little woman.

And with that, a friendship was born.

Before they left, the hostess, whose name was Martha invited them to her house for "tea and snacks" that Saturday.  "You won't believe your eyes," she said.

The two young women turned to each other as though waiting for the other to accept first.  Then, at the same time, they said “okay.”

“Great, it’s settled then,” said Martha.

After that, Deborah and Crystal went out for a cup of coffee.  It amazed them how much they each had in common.  They spoke excitedly of what they might see on Saturday.

“What do you think it’s going to be like?” asked Deborah.

“I don’t know.  I’ve heard some guys like to be, like, dominated and controlled by women, but I never knew how to find them,” said Crystal.

“Yeah, me neither,” confessed Deborah.  “For some reason I’m looking forward to what it’s like.  I wonder if he’ll wear an apron or something?”

Crystal couldn't help but feel attracted to Deborah, the way her gray pants came up around her exquisitely high hipbones.  Deborah wasn’t any taller than 5’7”, but her legs seemed so long and sleek thanks to those hipbones.  What Crystal did not initially realize was that Deborah had feelings for Crystal as well.  Crystal might not have been a classic beauty, but she was an adorable small package.  Deborah loved the way her pert ass jutted neatly away from her body.

That Saturday, the two traveled together to Martha's household.  On Martha’s advice, they wore skirts and high-heeled shoes.  When they arrived, they were stunned the scene in front of them.

Martha's husband Charlie was on his knees in front of a chair in the living room.  He was totally naked except for a G-string that covered up his private parts.  He also had a leash attached to a collar around his neck. 

Like Deb and Crystal, Martha wore formal feminine attire.  She sat proudly in the chair next to Charlie.  She grabbed his leash and gave it a firm tug.  He put out his hands, palms down, like a begging dog and said nothing.  Martha addressed the two women.

"Charlie knows not to speak unless spoken to first by a woman.  He's been trained to accept the inherent fact that all females are superior to males.  Isn't that right, Charlie?" she asked, jerking on his leash.

"Yes Superior Miss Martha, ma'am," he said.

"Good," she said, “then go to my two young FEMALE guests and give them a proper greeting.  Remember, they are women, which makes them superior to you."

Charlie looked like he didn’t need the reminder.

He crawled over in front of Deborah and Crystal, who, while incredulous, had the beginnings of smiles on their faces. 

"You have permission to speak, Charlie," said Martha.

"Oh, superior ladies.  May I have permission to worship your feet?" he asked.

Deborah and Crystal looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Sure," said Crystal.

Charlie scurried to the floor so he was belly down and began kissing and licking Crystal's high heels.  As he did so, Martha spoke, "You can worship Deborah’s when you're done," she said.  Both young women looked down at him with smirks on their faces.  They looked at each other.  Both were secretly hoping something like this would happen today. 

“This is too good to be true, Martha,” said Crystal.

“No, it’s not.  It’s true,” said Martha.  “And if you take my advice, you’ll both have your own Charlie before you know it.” 

Crystal and Deborah stood straight-legged and composed, allowing Charlie to worship their shoes.  Then, after a couple of minutes, Martha said, "That's enough, Charlie." 

He immediately crawled over to Martha and resumed his submissive doggy position.

Martha grabbed his leash. "Charlie, fetch us the snacks and beverages.  But first I want you to make sure my female guests know that you’re at their service.

"Oh superior ladies, I'm here for the soul purpose of serving your needs.  Your wish is my command."

“Good boy,” Martha said, releasing his leash.

With that, he promptly crawled into the kitchen.

"Still think it's a male dominated world?" Martha asked Crystal and Deborah.

The rest of the afternoon was a sheer joy for the young ladies.  Martha bossed Charlie around to no end.  She was completely merciless.  Charlie was wrapped around her not-so-little finger.  At one point, Martha explained that his genitals were only covered up because she did not want to offend her guests. 

"In a FEMALE dominated world, the man must expose himself whenever a woman tells him to," explained Martha.  "You ladies, on the other hand, have complete rights to privacy.  This is how we maintain complete dignity while literally stripping men of their own."

Deborah and Crystal exchanged glances.

"If you ladies give me the go-ahead, I'll expose Charlie's little secret for you."

"Sure, why not," they nodded pretending not to be as excited as they actually were. 

Martha ordered Charlie to stand in front of them.  Both young women sat cross-legged on the couch with glasses of wine in their hands. 

"I always enjoy exposing him personally," Martha said.  She stood behind Charlie and lowered his g-string to his knees.  She put her hand out to the ladies, as if to say, “here you have it.”

Charlie's world plopped out in plain view of Martha’s guests – except there was some kind of funny contraption around his penis.  Martha explained it was a chastity belt designed to control Charlie's ability to orgasm.  She explained the entire theory about how men could not control their masturbatory habits, so it was a woman's responsibility to control them.

Just the other day, Crystal and Deborah had been discussing Martha and they both described their curiosity about the key connected to the chain around her neck.  Now it all made sense.  And it was incredible.  Imagine having total control over a man's penis!  Both instinctually understood the level of power such control gave women over men.  This was getting better all the time. 

Martha went on to explain that millions of men were just like Charlie.  They were powerless to resist a calculated female assault.  She merely used her femininity to enslave Charlie.  She carefully teased him.  Then she exposed him, and trained him, and before he knew it, she had taken complete control of all aspects of his life.  He came to realize that his proper place on earth was at her feet.  He didn’t always like it – it was a hard truth to accept - but he had no real choice in the matter.

Later that day, when clearing the women's places, Charlie dropped a dessert fork on the carpet.  It was no big deal - the fork was basically clean to begin with.  After all, Deborah was a very dainty eater and had thoroughly finished the cake that was served.  The only thing on the fork was maybe a slight shade of red from her lipstick.  But Martha surprised her and Crystal by going positively ballistic!  She called Charlie and incompetent klutz.  She ordered him to go fetch a hairbrush.  A worried look came across Charlie's face, but he did as he was told.

Moments later, to the utter amazement of Crystal and Deborah, Martha took Charlie over her lap and proceeded to spank his exposed ass like he was her seven year old son and it was the 1950s.  She verbally berated him.  Charlie kicked his legs up and began sobbing.  His ass turned bright red, yet Martha continued to blister his bottom and berate him.  He was reduced to sobs.  Meanwhile, Martha had a look of pure joy on her face as she punished him.

Both Deborah and Crystal found the moment incredibly pleasing.  It was satisfying to see a male get physically dominated in such humiliating fashion, even a well-trained male like Charlie.  They also felt something else - sexual excitement.  Both felt wetness creep into the area between their legs as they witnessed the scene of female dominance.  They imagined having the opportunity to do the spanking themselves.  Martha offered Charlie's ass to them, but both decided to pass on the opportunity.  They needed time to sort out their feelings.  Plus, it was clear Charlie had been suitably punished given that his "offense" was merely to drop a fork. 

On the ride home, Deborah and Crystal could not stop talking about what had taken place.  They were amazed at what they had been missing.  They both vowed to learn more - much more.  A new world had been exposed to them.  In fact, that day two new worlds were exposed to them.  Because when Crystal dropped Deborah off, Deborah surprised her by inviting her in for another drink.  One thing led to another and the two ladies found themselves on Deborah’s bed ripping off each other's clothing.  The day's festivities had made them hot.  Their bond was immediate and deep.  Crystal was amazed such a beautiful woman would find her attractive, but Deborah laughed and said Crystal had no idea how adorable she really was.

Soon naked, they proceeded to straddle one another's thighs.  Spurred on by the amazing scene at Martha’s, both abandoned their inhibitions.  They squeezed each other in a tight embrace, kissing each other ravenously, as their crotches pushed together.  Their wet pussies met and they began hunching each other with great effort.  Their mouths met as well.  They went after each other with a hunger borne by years of anger and frustration. After that they took turns going down on each other.  They licked each other with great focus and intensity.  Their orgasms were so intense that both became hoarse from shrieking so loudly and for such a prolonged period of time.  After each had come several times, they sat in the bathtub and caressed one another.  They took turns cleaning each other's breasts, backs, and vaginas.  Then they dried each other off before collapsing into bed.  It was only eight at night, but they would sleep 12 hours in each other's arms.

The next morning, they woke up and began the whole process over again. 

Chapter Three - Experimentation

It wasn't long before Deborah and Crystal became roommates.  It seemed like a natural transition for them.  After all, they were two peas in a pod.  There was never any talk of marriage or any of that bullshit.  They didn't promise to be exclusive with one another, since they both acknowledged that it was a period of experimentation for them.  That said, to describe them as compatible with one another was an understatement.  Besides the sexual attraction, they came from similar backgrounds and pursued similar careers.  The afternoon spent with Martha and Charlie opened them up to a new world - A world where women were in every way superior to men. 

To further empower themselves, they began to take self-defense courses together.  Deborah was an absolute natural.  Always a good athlete, her ability in the martial arts was remarkable.  Crystal learned at a slower pace.  She certainly was competent and motivated, but she didn't possess the physical gifts of her dark-haired lover. 

Because it was a dangerous world, they decided to also purchase some weaponry.  It was important to both of them to always have the upper hand with males.  Men were an unpredictable animal, and both women wanted to make sure that if a man moved against them, they would be well prepared to physically neutralize them.  They both carried mace and tazers with them at all times.  They also got gun permits and made sure they had firepower around the house in case they had to deal with a home invasion.

With Martha's recommendation, they also made the joint decision to hire a male maid.  Martha assured them that there would be dozens of volunteers and she would help them with the screening process.  They placed an ad in one of the local alternative publications.  It said, "Two med school women looking for in-house male maid.  Male must be totally 100% subservient to female gender, and willing to do whatever is required around the house.  This includes all forms of cleaning, as well as personal errand running.  Absolutely no sex whatsoever."

Both young women were skeptical the ad would draw much notice, but the first time they checked the response mailbox after 24 hours, they had 63 responses!  Martha helped them select a few finalists for interviews based on the sanity and sincerity of the voice messages they received.

After a lengthy interview process, they selected Dave.  It just so happened Dave was a medical school student himself, a year ahead of them.  He was a good-looking 28-year-old guy, clean-cut, totally sincere.  Plus he had a nice ass that would be fun to boss around in various ways.

They had Dave come each Saturday to clean their place.  They made him wear tighty whitey underwear but nothing else.  Neither woman wanted to have a penis flopping around the apartment.  They had discussed this at great length.  They wanted him mostly exposed so he would be properly humbled in their presence.  But they didn't want to have to look at his penis and they didn't want it accidentally staining their expensive furniture.

It turned out Martha was right – if Dave was any indicator, men loved the idea of serving them.  He always had a huge tent in the front of his underpants as the ladies ordered him to clean this or that.  Under Martha's advice, they made it a point to be as demeaning as possible.  And it just made him grow even stiffer! 

One time, Deborah noticed he had missed a spot when he was vacuuming their room.  So she pulled down the back of his underpants and gave his ass several hard slaps.  She enjoyed the crisp sound her hand made.  “You need to be more attentive,” she said.  As she walked away, she thought, “That felt good.”

That night, Deborah told Crystal just how good it felt to spank Dave.  The next Saturday, when Dave failed to properly acknowledge a command given to him by Deborah, Crystal said, “I think I detect some attitude.”  Before he knew what hit him, Crystal escorted Dave over to the couch, where she promptly pulled him over her lap and yanked down his underpants.  She then began blistering his bottom with her open palm.  An excited Deborah went to the bathroom and grabbed her tiny wooden hairbrush and handed it to Crystal.

"Here Criss," she said with a thrill.  "This should light a fire under him." 

Boy did it ever.  Dave howled and kicked his legs.  Deborah thought Crystal would stop, but Crystal continued to punish him with stunning force.  “You are to obey the women of this household,” she said as she laid into him.  Dave’s howls soon turned to cries, and to the women’s surprise, he began shedding genuine tears.  “Oh, please ma’am, I’m so sorry,” he sobbed.  The brush left deep red marks all over his poor behind. 

When it was over, Crystal stood him up and made him apologize to both she and Deborah.  She then asked if they were going to have any more problems with him.  Through his tears, he assured them they wouldn't. 

The event made Deborah and Crystal so hot, they had to kick Dave out so they could tend to each other's burning vaginas.  Before the week was out, they went and purchased a much larger hairbrush at a local boutique from a nice older woman.  They told her the purpose of the hairbrush and to their surprise, the woman merely smiled and winked at them.  "I love seeing young women who know the way of the world," she said happily. 

After that, Dave's spankings became a weekly ritual.  They always found a reason to give him one and they made sure to reduce him to tears.  The new hairbrush provided much more coverage and made a nice "whomping" sound on Dave's defenseless buttocks.  It took the women far fewer strokes to stamp home the point they were trying to make.  Crystal, in particular, had a knack for finding his most sensitive spot and hammering home her superiority with the appropriate amount of cruelty.  She shared her talents with Deborah and soon they were both experts at reducing Dave to sobs. 

The spanking had its desired effect.  Dave became so subservient that the women could trust him to clean the house while they caught the Saturday matinee.  Then they'd return and have Dave serve them hand and foot while they lingered over a long dinner.  Sometimes they had Martha come over.  She always had a few tricks up her sleeve.  She noticed Dave's perpetual boners and told the young women that it was his way of showing proper respect for them.  Then she reached out and casually tweaked his penis through the thin underwear, which usually showed suspicious stains after Dave had been "in uniform" for an hour or two. 

Crystal and Deborah took note, and they soon took to tweaking Dave in mocking fashion when he did anything to please them.  Deborah preferred a simple pat on his crotch ("I don't want to see you have any accidents," she told him with a chuckle), whereas Crystal was a bit more risqué.  She would grab his penis through his underwear and give it a few squeezes.  Sometimes, she'd yell "honk, honk!" which drew laughter from her beautiful roommate.  One day, she'd been teasing him this way for much of the afternoon when he suddenly collapsed on his knees and began begging the two women.

"Please, please superior mistresses, can I have permission to masturbate.  I'm, I'm so pent up.  My balls are killing me."

Crystal and Deborah turned to each other.  They weren't sure how to respond, but then Deborah finally spoke.  "No, David.  We make the rules around here."  Then she ordered him to fetch the hairbrush.  They spanked him good for that one, but when he left that day, both women could tell he was genuinely sad. 

They called Martha and asked for her advice.  She said they had a great opportunity to enhance their enjoyment and increase their control over Dave.  “Use his penis against him,” she advised.  “You can force him to make a spectacle of himself for your amusement.  Allow him to cum, but make it another humiliating lesson in female domination.”

Deborah and Crystal discussed their strategy.  Indeed it would be fun to watch him humiliate himself for them, as long as he properly obeyed their commands.  They formulated a plan. 

The following Saturday, they made it a point to tweak him all afternoon.  Deborah, who usually would only pat his crotch, was especially bold.  She honked his penis several times and laughed as he swooned.  Then before he could recover, Crystal stepped in and did the same.  They had him practically drooling.  Then Deborah left the room and returned with some nail polish.  They ordered him to sit on the floor of the couch at their feet and paint their toenails while they watched a DVD.  Each made it a point to tickle his crotch with one foot while he applied the polish to the other.

Finally, when it was clear he had been on edge for a good hour, they paused the movie.  “Ok, it’s your lucky day, David,” said Deborah.  “We’re going to allow you to masturbate in our presence, except there are some rules.”  He was told he had to ask both women for permission to come before he shot his "junk." As he jerked himself at their feet, Crystal had an idea.  She didn't want him making a mess in the apartment, so she ordered him to shoot his entire mess into his own underpants.  Deborah added that he'd better not get a drop on their floor or he'd never be able to do it again in their presence. 

After receiving permission from both ladies, Dave shot an incredible amount of semen into his already crusty underpants.  The women's warning must have paid off because he made sure every drop landed neatly within the confines of his undergarment.  The women then ordered him to put his underpants back on as well as his pants, just to make sure there would be no mess.  Dave felt his sperm run down his thighs.  Wet spots began to show through his pants.

Prepared for this eventuality, Crystal ordered him to fetch a plastic apron and a pair of wooden salad spoons from the kitchen.  They placed the apron over their thighs and ordered him to drape his ass over their laps.  Then they blistered his ass, pants on, just because they hadn't disciplined him yet that day.  Deborah focused on his left cheek, while Crystal focused on his right.  Dave hoped his pants would provide some kind of buffer zone from the cruel female assault, but the truth is they did very little.  Crystal, in particular, that bitchy little thing, seemed to know exactly where the most tender nerve endings were lodged in his buttocks.  She made him howl with pain as she pounded him with the big wooden spoon.  He squirmed around on her tiny lap trying to escape her well-placed blows, but Deborah had twisted his arm behind his back in such a way that major movements caused intense pain to his shoulder. 

He cried on the ride home that night.  What had he gotten himself in to?  At first it was good fun, but now the women were calling him up and ordering him to do random errands for him.  He was concerned about his studies.  Then he thought of Deborah's perfect ass and the way it moved in her skirt when she was walking away from him.  He would sneak peaks whenever he could.  And he thought of Crystal.  She was such a little bitch, but there was something about submitting to her that he found intoxicating.  For those reasons, Dave had little choice but to continue to do exactly what they required of him.  

After Dave's little jerk off show, Crystal and Deborah were overjoyed.  They talked about it as they ate dinner that night, how easy it had become to manipulate Dave.  Crystal was happier than she'd ever been in her life.  So was Deborah.  Yet within both of them burned a desire to do even more.  Deborah was so used to men leering at her everywhere she went.  The more aggressive ones were constantly hitting her.  She found it frustrating and sometimes felt like lashing out.  Crystal was sympathetic.  It wasn't as though men didn't salivate over her as well.  Even though she didn't have Deborah's perfect body, she was good looking enough.  Just the other day, she felt eyes on her in a local shopping mall.  She turned and there was a man, obviously shopping with his wife, starting at her ass.  She was wearing a pair of jeans and a lace blouse.  It's not as though she was dressed like a slut.  But here was this pig staring at her. 

"Look at it this way," Crystal explained to Deborah, "it's a sign of the power we hold over men.  They are infatuated with our physical properties.  It makes them ultimately easier to control." 

"Good point, Crissy," said Deb.  "Sometimes I like it if a good looking, well-dressed man gives me the eye, but there are so many slobs out there."

"Why not just take it out on Dave?” said Crystal.

"I love the way you think," said Deborah.

Next Saturday afternoon, Crystal went for a five-mile jog.  When she got home, she found Deborah sitting on the couch with a huge smile on her face.  For some reason, she was wearing a black dress and black high heels.  She looked stunning.  Crystal moved around the couch and realized why Deborah was smiling.  Beneath her on the floor was Dave, in nothing but his underwear, his legs spread wide apart.  Deborah had stuck her foot deep into his crotch and was grinding Dave's penis and balls with her high heel.  Dave groaned with pain.

"Criss, you have no idea how fucking satisfying this is.  It's like the greatest frustration relief in the world!" she said.

Crystal was speechless.

"Whose the boss around here," Deborah glared down at Dave.

"You are, Miss Deborah, ma'am," he said, helplessly.

"That's right," she said, "and don't forget it."  She punctuated her words by pinning down his balls and rudely shifting her foot around his crotch.

"Ughh," was all he could say, to which Deborah replied, "That's right," again.

“Did Dave misbehave?” Crystal asked, giggling.

“Yeah, I caught him with his hand in his underpants looking at that photo of me in my karate outfit.”

“You dirty perv!” Crystal said.  "Let me try," she added.  Deborah let Crystal slide into the "driver's seat."  She began busting Dave with her tiny little white sneakers.  She had to admit she liked the feeling of grinding his male parts beneath her feet. 

"Cool," she said.

"Isn’t it?" said Deborah, eager to get back in the driver's seat.  Eventually Crystal got bored, so she let Deborah back in.  To her surprise, when she came back a few minutes later Deborah was still at it.  This time, Deborah had taken the pointy spiked heel of her pump and was effectively jabbing Dave's nuts with it. 

Wow, that girl loved to bust nuts, thought Crystal.  Later, when they had sex, Deborah went at her with as much vigor as she had in a few weeks.  She hunched Crystal's vagina with rhythm and purpose.  As Crystal approached her fourth orgasm, she wondered what she did to deserve this ridiculously beautiful sex-goddess.

The domination of Dave went on for an entire year.  For all intents and purposes, Dave evolved into the lifestyle slave of Deborah and Crystal.  He was at their total beck and call, not just on Saturdays, but also throughout the week.  Any time the women needed anything – groceries, take-out food, their laundry done, they would pick up the phone and call Dave.  He learned to answer on the first ring, because if he didn’t it meant he would get the hairbrush.  Both women spanked him unmercifully.  It got so bad for Dave that he developed a Pavlov’s dog-like reaction to hairbrushes.  Whenever he saw a hairbrush on TV, or in a store, he would immediately stiffen and feel a shock of pain in his buttocks.  For this, he blamed little Crystal, since the woman was so handy with the hairbrush that she had permanently damaged his psyche.  At home, he had to use a little plastic comb to brush his hair.

Dave wanted to continue serving his beautiful goddesses forever, but graduation eventually arrived.  He had earned a residency in a terrific out-of-state program.  It was with a mixture of trepidation and excitement that he announced his plans to Crystal and Deborah one Saturday afternoon.  He knew they would spank him and humiliate him in some creative, degrading fashion.  These girls were the sexiest, most ruthlessly dominant women he’d ever come across, and he hated to go. 

Crystal and Deborah were both prepared for this.  They knew he would have no choice but to move out, and it was actually fine with both of them.  Dave had evolved into a useful male who knew that his proper place was at their feet.  But they had grown tired of him and both had developed the confidence to realize men like Dave were a dime a dozen.  Their research over the year had led them to understand the true power of their gender, and how easy it was to lord it over the opposite sex.  That said, neither could resist the opportunity to crush Dave’s maleness one last time.

“You what?” said Crystal, feigning anger.

“You think you can just leave?” said Deborah, unable to hold back a grin.  “Crissy, hold him for second, honey.”  Crystal stood behind a confused Dave and inserted her little hand into his underpants.  She took hold of his balls and bunched her thumb and forefinger around his scrotum as though it were a sack of grapes. 

Deborah had taken her hair back into a ponytail that afternoon and it bobbed behind her head against her pink cashmere sweater.  She wore a matching pink scarf, as she had just returned from the deck where she had been studying in the cool spring air.  She reached back with an open hand and began bitch-slapping Dave’s face.  She held his chin in place with her other hand.

“You think you can just walk out on us like this, David?” she asked incredulously, slapping him again.

“I-I- I’m sorry,” Dave said breaking down in tears.  Normally he loved being dominated by Deborah.  After all, she was just about the hottest female on the planet, but it was a shock to his system to get slapped around like this.  He moved his hands to protect his face, but then he felt the pain in his balls. 

“Don’t even think of covering up,” said Crystal.  She had taken her ring finger, which was free pushed it up against Dave’s engorged ball sack, effectively wrenching the trapped orbs. 

Dave, ever obedient when his manhood was on the line, put his hands down and Deborah completed her disciplining of him by slapping him with one hand and then the other until both his cheeks were a rosy hue.  Finally Crystal released his balls and he collapsed to the floor.  “Kiss our feet,” Crystal said, but he was already in the process of doing so. 

After things settled down, the women ordered him to kneel in front of him as they sat on the couch.  They told him they understood he had to do what he had to do and they wished him the very best of luck.  Then they asked him if he’d learn his lesson when it comes to who the obedient gender was, which of course he had.  Lastly, they made him swear his eternal allegiance to superior women everywhere, and promise them that he’d do whatever he could to enhance the feminist movement.  He promised he would.  Then, lastly to stamp home the message, they paddled his ass for him. Crystal completed the job as only she could.  Since it was his final spanking, she explained she had to make sure it was one he remembered, and boy would he ever.  As usual, she located his pain centers and smacked them with precision.  “You had better treat every woman you come across like a goddess!  Do you understand!” said Crystal.

“Yes M- miss Crystal,” he sobbed.  He cries of pain and humiliation filled the room, much to the enjoyment of both Crystal and Deborah.

For the entire 35,600 word Novella, go to www.lulu.com/jmplays - Thanks for reading!  -James Pendergrass

Chapter Four – Ballbusting Class

With Dave gone, it took the women about a week to find their next male slave.  Roger was a year one med student.  He interviewed for them in his underwear, which they informed him ahead of time would have to be tighty-whiteys.  He was completely subservient during his interview.  There was a reason for this, Roger explained.  He grew up with two older sisters and a younger one.  From an early age he was well versed in the art of female supremacy.  When he was a teenager his sisters often peaked in on his frequent masturbatory sessions.  His older sisters used him to teach their young sister about boys.

That night, Deborah and Crystal had a long debate about Roger.  Deborah wanted more of a challenge - a male she could "break."  But Crystal was able to convince her that he was right for them at that stage in their lives.  They didn’t have time to train some male stooge.  They needed a gopher - someone to run errands and follow their orders to the letter.  Thanks to his proper upbringing, Roger knew his place.  He would tend to their every need without error from day one.  This was the way it should be, according to the women.  Deborah had to admit Crystal had been right about Roger. 

Both worked crazy hours as they worked toward becoming Doctors.  They had it all planned out.  Once they finished with this nonsense, they would open up their own private OB/GYN practice and cater only to women.  While Roger proved a useful sub, both Crystal and Deborah desired the occasional femdom experience that provided more of a physical and emotional challenge.  Their self-defense classes were one thing, but Deborah felt a huge need to bust nuts.  Roger wanted to have children some day, so she couldn't crush his with the type of aggression she was hoping for.  She needed some frustration relief.  Crystal felt the need as well, though usually only on those days prior to when she got her period.  On those days, she had to confess, she also felt the instinct rise in her - the instinct that made her want to do heavy damage to the silliest part of the male anatomy.

One day, Deborah arrived at home to find a very happy looking Crystal.

"You look like the cat that ate the canary," she said. 

"You'll never guess what I found on line," said Crystal.  "Check this out."

She ushered Deborah over to the computer and clicked the mouse with her long nail-polished fingernail.  The screen said:

"Are you a woman interested in female supremacy?  Have you taken self-defense classes, but now want to learn a bit about proper offense?  Live in the (location withheld) area?  Well, let me introduce myself.  I’m a lifestyle femdom well practiced in the art of punishing the male’s testicles.  My seminar is designed to turn the motivated woman into an expert ballbuster."

A smile came across Crystal’s pretty mouth.  "Let's do it!"

"I already contacted her," said Deborah.  "Her name is Naomi and she sounds wicked cool.  We're on for this Sunday evening from 7 to 9!"

That Sunday, an excited Crystal and Deborah drove out to one of the more exclusive towns in the area and found Naomi's place.  It was a huge piece of property set several hundred yards in from the main roadway in a wooded area.  They rang the doorbell and were thrilled when a male wearing nothing other than a skimpy apron answered the door.

He bowed politely and escorted them through the foyer to a back room.  It was a large room with a mat on the floor and a full-length mirror along the far wall.

The room was sparse, other than a large flat screen TV in the corner.  Next to the TV stood an attractive looking blonde woman in her 30s with a pink leotard on.  She stood next to an equally stunning Japanese woman who wore a spandex body suit.  The blonde appeared to be coaching the Japanese woman, who looked younger, no more than 20 or so.  They stood in front of a man, who wore nothing but a skimpy apron, just like the one the man who greeted Crystal and Deborah was wearing.  Except this man had pulled the apron up in front revealing his "jewels."  His legs were spread and his hips thrust out.  He was clearly presenting himself to the other two women.  As Crystal and Deborah approached, they could tell he was about to get booted in the nuts. 

Next to the spectacle was a large flat screen TV, which upon closer inspection had a rather interesting image on it.  It was a shot of the lower halves of two people.  The image was frozen at an interesting point.  Crystal and Deborah examined the video.  There was sexy set of female legs clad in a skirt, black tights, and six-inch platform heels.  One foot was planted firmly on the ground.  The other foot was at a perfect 90-degree angle high in the air, where it was frozen in perfect blunt contact with a set of balls and a penis.  The image had been frozen at the point where the platform heel had “crashed” its intended target.  The penis was splayed at an odd angle pointing up and off to the side, clearly having absorbed the impact of the platform shoe a split-second earlier.  The balls were compressed against the shoe, as the square tip of the shoe rudely occupied the physical space where the balls had dangled a moment before. 

"You must be Crystal and Deborah," said the blonde woman.  "I'm Naomi," she greeted them warmly.  "And this is Kimiko, another student of mine," she smiled.  "We have a nice three woman class tonight."  She made no effort to introduce the men in the room.  Instead she grabbed the remote control and hit play. 

The image on the screen resumed.  The man in the video collapsed on the floor in agony, while the woman stood triumphantly above him with her hands on her hips, smiling down at her defeated pray.

"That's why we're here," said Naomi.  It was now evident in the video that the woman was Naomi herself.

Crystal and Deborah greeted the other two women warmly.

"Oh, and these two fools are my male slaves/stooges, whatever you want to call them, I don't care.  They're our submissive wimps and they’ll do exactly what we tell them to do.  They are completely pussy-whipped.  Right, fools?”

“Yes ma’am,” they both said.

Naomi smiled.  “I trained them personally.  You won't hear a peep from them, unless they're in pain.  There are certain things they can't control, which is how they find themselves in this predicament in the first place."

The men bowed, submissively.  Deborah and Crystal were impressed and delighted with the way Naomi verbally dressed down her males.

The four women sat in a circle on the mat.  Naomi introduced herself.  She was a self-made millionaire who bought and sold products on line.  It enabled her to dabble in her true passion, which was female supremacy.  Shortly after divorcing her adulterous first husband and emptying his bank account, she decided from then on her future interactions with men would be one-sided, with her holding the proverbial leash in the relationship.  Men were dogs to her, nothing more.  They were put on earth to serve women.  She found there to be a plentiful supply of men who knew their place - men like the fools serving them today.

Kimiko introduced herself.  She came from a male dominated culture, but when she reached her teenage years she realized the power she could wield over men.  It came naturally to her.  She absolutely loved to dominate men, and had been looking forward to this class for some time. 

Crystal and Deborah briefly filled Naomi and Kimiko in on their development as female supremacists.  The other women nodded in appreciation of their personal growth.  Then, at last, it was time to begin class.

"Ok, so my first question to our group is 'what is the purpose of ballbusting?" asked Naomi.  She spread her hands, indicating that it was open to group discussion. 

Kimiko spoke:  "To teach men respect and humility."

Naomi: "Absolutely.  Great answer."

Crystal: "To punish male misbehavior."

Naomi: "Without a doubt.  Along with spanking, it's probably the best way to discipline the male ego."

Deborah: "I have a good one - to relieve frustration!"

Naomi: (laughing) "Absolutely, there are few things as satisfying as a well-placed knee or kick to the groin.  I assume you all have some experience with this, ladies, and does it not feel wonderful when you make contact with a set of nuts?"

The ladies all nodded their heads in agreement and smiled. 

Naomi: "Ok, any other reasons for busting a man?"

Crystal: "To remind the male that his proper place is beneath a woman."

Naomi: "True, that’s similar to what Kimiko was talking about - this idea of teaching respect.  She really hit the nail on the head – or the male in the nuts, so to speak.”

The women laughed.

“Anything else?" Naomi asked.

She waited for comments, but the ladies were silent. “Ballbusting is a perfect way of exposing male weakness,” Naomi added. “We don't have anything that vulnerable on our bodies.  But the main reason we bust nuts is to reinforce female over male supremacy, and I think you all touched on that with your comments."

The ladies all beamed at one another.  Naomi went on.  "Ok, I don't know about you women, but I'm just dying to break some balls.  Let's do it!"  With that she gave a cheer and the women rose to their feet. 

The two men who had been waiting silently both felt lumps in their throat.  They both knew what they were in for.  But they were powerless to stop the inevitability of what was about to take place.  They stood and waited for instruction.

"Ok men, said Naomi, assume the proper position!"

Both men spread their legs and lifted their short aprons, exposing their penises and balls to the women. 

Naomi went through the basic front kick with one of the men.  A strict practitioner of proper form, Naomi made absolutely sure each woman had an understanding of how best to deliver the most damaging kick possible.  She showed the women how to properly flex their hips to generate the most foot speed possible while maintaining accuracy and balance.  She went through some slow-mo kicks with the girls.  They practiced bringing their feet up within six inches of each man’s package, stopping, and then delivering an accurate, thumping short-range kick.  After just a few of these, both men were forced to double over and cover up.  Kimiko and Deborah both kicked extra hard, while Crystal, not quite as tall or leggy, wasn't quite as effective.  Naomi put her hands around Crystal’s waist and helped guide her to the right posture.  “Now, just let your lower leg fly,” she encouraged.

Crystal flung her leg upward and delivered a punishing kick, which forced her victim to bend forward at a 90-degree angle.

“Stand back up!” Naomi ordered the man.  She wanted to show off.  She stretched her foot up between his legs and ripped off several rapid ballkicks.  Her male tried to lean forward and cover up, and she got in four good kicks before he fell to the floor.

Naomi let the men lick their wounds while she showed a video of her busting a man. She put it on super slow-mo and the ladies all watched as her foot met its target.  “Notice my hip flex,” she said.  “It’s like a golf shot.  You need a proper turn to hit the ball a long way.”  She pressed the button and they watched her lovely midsection flex.  “By flexing, I’m increasing the torque of the kick.” 

She paused it again as her foot crashed into the dangling nuts.  "Notice how it's the bridge of my foot," she said, "See how it rams into this guy's balls and they have no place to escape to?"

The ladies nodded their heads in understanding.

"That's how you teach a male respect.  His balls will be sore for days after a kicking like that.  He’ll need to ice them down and he’ll have no choice but to think of who did it to him.  That’s how to deepen a man’s respect for you."

Inspired by Naomi’s words, the women went back and practiced some more.  “On your hands and knees,” Naomi ordered the men.

“This is especially painful to males because they don't know when the punishment is coming, but also because their balls are particularly exposed from this angle.  By driving your foot up from behind it causes the balls to slam against the base of their penis.  The result is usually quite devastating.”

Sure enough, Kimiko and Deborah each took a man.  They took a coordinated running start, timing their kicks, both with big smiles on their pretty faces.  SLAM!  Two female feet crushed four swollen balls and sent two unhappy men to the mat.  Deborah and Kimiko gave each other a hug of congratulations. 

After that the ladies spent some time kneeing the men.  Naomi showed them how to place their hands on the men's shoulders to prevent them from trying to move away from the blow.

She then ordered her male slaves onto their backs.  She stuck her foot out and said, "This is called the stomp and jiggle.  It's my favorite way of teaching males respect with my feet.  She planted her foot on the balls of one of the hapless men and began jiggling her foot around.  The man's penis bobbed and bounced against his chest.  He groaned in pain.  “It’s like stomping on a cigarette,” Naomi said.  “You want to make sure you put it out.”  The women laughed out loud.  Naomi was really good at this stuff.

"Now sometimes, if your male is extremely swollen like this fool, but you haven't gotten complete satisfaction, I recommend the perineum bust," she said.  "Spread your legs, dipshit." 

The poor guy, already swollen quite badly, nonetheless did as he was told.  Naomi took her leg back and began kicking the area just below his balls rapid-fire.  Every so often she caught a piece of the underside of his balls.  The male groaned as she fucked him up.  "You see," she said.  "His balls are already wasted, so this is a good way to punish another part of his body.  I guarantee he'll feel this tomorrow, right dipshit?"

"Yes Superior Miss Naomi."

"Good.  Now ladies, we all know that if you really want to teach your man a worthwhile lesson, use a rubber band or a string and tie up the base of his ballsack.  These guys are already too swollen for that kind of treatment.  But let's say you have a dinner date or something and don't have a lot of time to enforce your supremacy.  Tell your man to tie his ball sack up and one well placed knee will get your point across."

The ladies nodded their head. 

Naomi turned to the other man.  Sometimes, you don't want to ignore the penis as a viable option either.  Here's a technique I learned a few years ago from a talented mistress.  "Sit up and lean forward, nimrod." 

The man complied.  Naomi stepped forward and pinned his penis to the mat.  He grunted in pain as he looked up helplessly at her.  She took his chin in her hand and with her other hand began bitch-slapping his face several times. 

"Oh my," said an amazed Deborah.

"Incredible," whispered Kimiko.

"This is a great way to teach a man respect," said Naomi, slapping the man a few more times for emphasis.  The stunned man struggled to absorb her crisp blows.

"Ok male stooges, on your feet," Naomi ordered.

"Let's talk about the power grip," she said.  "Now we all know the expression "got me by the balls, right?" 

More agreement.

"Well there's nothing quite like grabbing your man by the balls when you want to deliver discipline.  Deborah, you take dipshit over there and watch me."

Naomi grabbed her male by his swollen balls and wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base, effectively putting his balls in a vice.  Deborah happily followed suit. 

"Now you can give him an open-handed slap," she demonstrated and her man fell like a 200-pound rock to the mat.  Deborah did the same with a similar result.

Naomi got impatient, "Get the fuck back on your feet this instant, you idiots."  Both men, obviously in intense pain, did as they were ordered to.  She took her man's nads again and Deborah did the same.  Both men were showing a great deal of pain and discomfort by this stage.

Naomi addressed the women.  "Would you believe I give them special painkillers for my class and they still can't take it?  Anyway, I love the flick," she said.  She began flicking the balls of her trapped man with her dainty finger.  "Be careful you don't break a nail with this one," she said.  Deborah did the same and both men began groaning and whining.  They tried to pull their naked asses away, but the women held their balls tight and continued to flick their little fingers at them.  Finally, after a minute of making them dance around like idiots, Naomi relented. 

"And of course, since their balls are both pretty much out of commission, the grip and twist is another good opportunity for face slapping."  She began bitch-slapping her man again and Deborah did the same.  The look of sheer joy on Deborah's beautiful face was something to behold. 

"Ok, Deb, we've been having all the fun.  Time to turn these guys over to Kimiko and Crystal for my next exercise.  Girls, sit Indian-style on the floor," she said.

Both Kimiko and Crystal sat down. 

"Now slaves, lie face up over their laps," she ordered.

The two men, both looking flushed and miserable, did as they were told.  Their backs arched as they lay down over the female laps. 

"Good," said a satisfied Naomi.  "Now girls, take firm hold of their defeated balls like we just did."

Crystal and Kimiko both took control of their men as instructed. 

"Now pull their balls away from their bodies, but be a little careful.  They've both been tenderized quite a bit."

That drew laughter from everyone in the room who didn't have a damaged set of balls between their legs.  By pulling their balls away from their body, Crystal and Kimiko caused their male subjects penises to stand high in the air "at attention."

"Great ladies, now give those silly penises some good hard slaps.  Don't hold back."

With that, Crystal and Kimiko began slapping their male cocks around.  They alternated between forehand and backhand.  Kimiko was a bit awkward, but Crystal had a great rhythm going.

"Crystal is so good at spanking," said Deborah.  I guess it doesn't matter if it's ass or penis." 

"I used to play tennis," said Crystal proudly.  "I had a great backhand."  For emphasis she whipped her backhand across and sent the man's penis flopping over his belly.  The noise was loud and pleasing.  Crystal made a grunt of happiness while the man made a groan of agony.

"Fantastic!" said Naomi.  "I love the moan!  This is supposed to be about female fun.  Let it all hang out!"

"Who's your mommy?" said Crystal, as she slapped the man's penis again and again.

"You are, ma'am," he grunted.

"Don't forget it!"

The ladies cheered.

Suddenly, to the women's surprise, the man broke down in tears and began sobbing.  Crystal stopped and looked concerned.

"Ok," Naomi said, "It's alright.  It happens all the time.  Remember, a man in tears is the sign of a well disciplined male who has learned a hard lesson."

"Amen," said Deborah.

"Here's to hard lessons," said Kimiko.

"I was more than happy to teach him," said Crystal, still smiling.

"What do you say to Miss Crystal?" said Naomi.  She put a hand behind his head and pulled him up so he was facing the women.

"Thank you for the hard lesson, ma'am," he said, still crying.

"You are very welcome," said Crystal.  She began teasing the man’s cock, which grew hard.  “That must feel better,” she said.  The man brightened for a moment, but then Crystal gave his cock another slap, drawing laughter.

With that, the women gathered around and had one final discussion.  The defeated men worshipped their feet.  Naomi explained a few more details about ballbusting.  She told them that she didn't get a chance to do "object-busting" today since their kicks and knees and grips were so effective.  But if a woman didn't feel like getting too close to a particularly dirty or vile male, they could use an object, like an umbrella, or a spoon, or whatever happened to be available. 

The ladies gathered around and gave each other hugs.  Naomi gave them all a copy of her DVD titled "The best way to a man's soul - through his balls."  They vowed to stay in touch.  Crystal and Deborah both thought Kimiko was wonderful and she felt the same way about them.  They exchanged numbers and after that day they became close friends, often sharing technique, advice - and males.