Kandor Stories

[ChiefSoreballs]

http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/kandor/index.htm

this stuff is mainly about scissoring, but there is some VERY intense ballbusting, especially in the "....assassination...." stories.

check out "The Assassins Arena of Death", if you ever wondered how a girl could deal with a 8-foot tall manbeast, thats one of my favourites.

[ChiefSoreballs]

just for your convenience I add the excerpt from the story I mentioned above:


The manbeast stirred in his cage, picking over the bones of the man
he'd been fed hours ago. The meal wasn't a meal, it was a tease, to whet
his appetite, and it had worked. The manbeast wanted more, and he wanted
it now. Angry, he rattled his cage and howled. The crowd heard it and
began to chant.
"Gruneau...Gruneau...Gruneau..." the women chanted loudly so the
beast would hear its name, taken from the man who created it in a lab
experiment that resulted with the inventor being shredded and eaten by
his creation.
Attendants slid open the huge iron gate that led to the passageway
to the arena. Gruneau sloughed off toward the dim lit at the end,
squinting as he neared the opening, having been in near darkness most of
his life. His huge paw-like hands scraped the earth as he shuffle-ran up
the entryway, eager for battle, eager for blood, male or female. It
mattered little to him. He'd never lost.
He burst into the center of the arena to the shrieks and hoots of
women, who appreciated seeing the manbeast as much as the 36-inch cock
that hung between his hairy thighs. Gruneau was technically half-man,
half-ape and could therefore could have human emotions. He knew the
cheers were for him. He flashed what could pass for a grin, a smile
spreading across the leathery features of his humanoid face, raising his
ape-like arms to the crowd, his huge cockhead lifting off the dusty
floor of the arena in the process.
Deanna Jansen stepped out of the dark at the far side of the arena
and the crowd went insane. The long, black-haired beauty was a crowd
favorite, and looked lethal and gorgeous in her heavy leather bra and
panties, and steel-toed black leather boots, high cut, up around mid-
calf. She had deadly lower limbs and used them to great effect, either
to kick an opponents nuts to mist or scissor-squeeze his head right off
his shoulders. Or both. Deanna was equal in her dispensation of death.
But this would be a battle of far different proportion. She'd
fought only men before, but as she approached Gruneau, she felt no fear,
only a tingling in her leather clad pussy at the impending orgasm that
would be hers once the battle was won. There was no 'if'. It was 'when'.
Gruneau sensed her confidence and swelled to his full 8-foot
height, baring his drooling fangs high above her, arcing his arms above
his head, claw-nails scraping each other. Deanna shrugged and steeled
herself for the fight. The crowd hushed.
Gruneau lurched forward and Deanna scooted between his legs to the
other side. He whirled to face her and lurched again, and she evaded the
rush once more. He was big and would tire easily and after a few more
rounds like this, he slowed a bit.
Deanna took the advantage, jumping up on his back, snaking her long
lean legs around his hairy middle and pulling him into a full nelson to
immobilize his huge arms and claw-fingers. She locked up her leather
boots and squeezed, slicing the powerful bodyscissors deep into his
ribs, the strong thigh muscles punishing the bone.
But it wasn't enough, not yet. Gruneau was big, genetically
designed to withstand a lot of pain and although Deanna had literally
broken men in two with her scissors, she wasn't making a dent in the
beast.
"C'mon, you big fucking lug," she growled into his ear, bending his
head down in her full nelson as her legs chewed at his sides. "I'm
giving it everything!!"
Gruneau started to waver a bit, from side to side. Deanna's lethal
legs were slicing into vital arteries inside somewhere, compressing
blood flow and making him stagger. She grit her teeth and redoubled her
scissor power, but he wouldn't go down. Her legs finally tired and she
slid off, to the disappointed groans of the crowd.
"I saw her snap a man's spine in those thighs once," a woman in the
crowd whispered to a friend. "I hope she hasn't lost it."
"She needs to go after those balls, they're big enough," the friend
whispered back, as the crowd sensed Deanna was at a loss, or at least a
draw.
Deanna ran and leaped and ended up standing atop the giant's
shoulders. She jumped up and came down hard, slamming her ankles inward,
ringing her booted calves off the beast's ears. The shot rattled him and
he blasted his claw-hands up to grab her, but she'd rolled away quickly.
She knew she had to strike fast and leave faster. Quick strong hits
would be the way to destroy him.
"Give me an opening, you big fucker, c'mon, lemme get my feet in on
this," she growled to herself.
Gruneau rushed and she evaded him. The big beast's lumbering would
prove his undoing; Deanna raced around behind him and launched her long,
lean body at his legs in a flying crossbody tackle. It worked. The
monster went down to his knees. Deanna quickly jumped and blasted both
feet off the back of his head. He crashed to his face. The crowd started
cheering again.
"Gotta work fast, girl, gotta work fast," Deanna hissed to herself,
leaping on the beasts back now and working one foot up and down,
pummeling the back of his hairy skull with the thick heel of her boot.
"Gotta keep you down for a minute, boy!!"
It worked. Gruneau's face snorted up big clouds of dust on each
kick from Deanna's relentless foot, and he was quiet for a moment as she
now stepped off him. She grabbed one big arm and scissored it up between
her thighs, using her hands to bend his claw-fingers back, snapping
each, one by one, and then bending back his wrist until it snapped.
Gruneau howled in agony and came around just enough to toss off the
smaller woman. She rolled away, just ahead of a deadly swipe from the
manbeast's remaining good hand.
The monster had never been hurt like this before and he was angry.
But his anger clouded his judgment and as he rushed her, Deanna again
hit him from behind, flattening him to his face with brutal kicks and
immobilizing him with another series of bone-breaking jolts to the
fingers and wrist of the other hand. By the time Gruneau staggered to
his hairy feet, his arms hung uselessly at his sides.
"Beautiful," Deanna said to herself. "It's coming together...damn,
it's good to have a plan!"
The leggy assassin leaped feet first, blasting the heavy soles of
her shoes off his ugly face, staggering Gruneau backwards.Again she flew
at him and again he staggered back. Three times, four times, and the
fifth flattened the burly monster. Deanna quickly stood on his throat
and started a brutal barrage of flat-footed kicks down onto his face.
Teeth shattered and clattered aside, lips exploded in red, eyes
blackened around leathery sockets. Gruneau could only lay there and moan
and take it. He'd never been whipped this badly before and didn't know
what to do.
But Deanna did. To the cheers of the crowd, she quickly sat on his
chest and peeled off her heavy boots, tossing them aside. She then
resumed the foot assault, ramming the heel of each foot into his closed,
bloodied eyes.
"I love the feel of flesh under my feet," she gushed, feeling her
pussy tingle with each sinking of a heel deep into the beast's eyeballs.
"Mmmmmm, damn that's good!!"
She was running low on energy, so much she was putting into this
awesome beating of the unbeatable man-beast. She sat across his face now
and fitted her lean thighs around his neck. She could barely cross her
ankles; his throat was nearly as big around as most men's waists. But
she hooked up and bucked up with her ass, letting out a high-pitched
victory squeal as she neckscissored her victim until he choked and spat
up blood. She snapped her legs out again and again, bucking her hips up,
thundering her lean thigh muscles down into his trapped, hairy neck.
"Love to slice your fucking head right off in my scissors, you
goon!!" she screamed at him. "But I got another idea!!!"
She let go and walked to his legs, kicking them apart. His
monstrous cock hung over a pair of balls, each the size of huge
watermelons. She used two hands to lift his prick up over onto his
belly, where he landed with a slap. She then scooted her deadly legs
down and around his balls, putting him in a nut scissors, locking her
feet and squeezing her lethal thighs together, a thick bubble of brown,
hairy ball meat billowing out from the back of her thighs as the quads
in front nestled up tight against his cock stem. The crowd screamed with
delight.
"YEAH!!!!!!!!" Deanna roared, gritting her teeth and putting a 100-
percent scissor squeeze onto his massive nuts, which were turning bright
blue in her leg grip.
The manbeast couldn't move, his hands busted at his sides, his
balls trapped in the tight legvice of one of the world's most beautiful
supermodels. Deanna squeezed with explosive power now, feeling the nut
meat move under her scissoring thighs, little pops of flesh diminishing
the size of his big gonads as she slowly crushed them to paste.
And his huge cock stirred and stiffened and the crowd went bananas.
Three feet long and two feet round, the monstrous cock stuff straight up
in the air. Deanna went insane and kept crushing his nuts until they
were reduced to big bags of sponge, and then she let go, only to leap up
and throw herself around that cock.
"Now THIS is a head worth scissoring!!" she screamed to the crowd,
letting her legs lock around the head, rubbing her pussy into the
sensitive back of the beast's huge prick.
Deanna rode it like a cowgirl, bucking up and down, jerking off the
monstrous meat in her violently humping scissor grip. The beast couldn't
fight back, didn't want to even if he could. What was left of his ball
package twitched and Deanna knew what was next. She looked at the huge
hole at the head of his cock as it flared open. She smiled and kept
squeezing - and ducked.
A huge guttural roar came from deep within the beast's broken body
as a river of pure white come spewed from his cock, a thick ribbon of
animal spunk that jetted out, up and over, landing with a huge splash on
his bloodied, moaning face. Deanna tightened her thighs horribly on the
prick, scissoring so hard she felt his cock collapse under the squeeze
but not letting up anything in terms of come flow. Another huge river of
spunk exploded out and hit him in the face again, and another. His
broken face was pure white now and as his mouth opened to yell, another
blast filled it and choked his throat. Deanna squeezed the scissors
harder, milking him, riding the monster cock up and down, flexing her
thighs, jacking him off, bucking and humping. Another arc of thick come
splattered into his mouth and another and another. For three solid
minutes, a never-ending river of spunk erupted from Gruneau's cock and
into his mouth and he soon drowned in a sea of his own goo.
The crowd stopped cheering. The beast was dead. They'd never seen
anything like it. Then Deanna unlocked her quivering thighs from his
withering cock and stood, arms up, drenched in sweat and covered in
Gruneau's come that has splashed off him and all over her, huge, globs
of gooey spunk in her hair, on her luscious breasts and all over those
deadly legs and feet.
The crowd's collective voice returned as one and shook the
foundation of the stadium. The beast was dead, broken and mangled on the
arena floor, gagged on his own spew.
And the day wasn't even over yet.

[Snoodle]

"Are you not entertained?"

[wantbigbreasted]

Some how I don't find it very arousing.

[Richter]

I've always loved Kandor's stories. They have a recurring theme of pushing the balls back into the body that I like.

My favorite one: http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/kandor/interrog.txt

It's an interrogation where the woman sits on his chest and grabs his balls, then pushes her knuckles into his prostate. She squeezes them and massages his prostate with her knuckles, making him cum over and over without touching his dick. My wife and I actually recreated this one in real life.

One of my favorite parts:

She worked his balls know, mauling them to the point of pain, pulling down on
them and using the force of her curled knuckles to press into the area between
his nuts and asshole, massaging his prostate from the outside. She was a pro
at this and without laying a hand on his cock, she made him come within one
minute of her manual assault. He moaned in the muffled clamp of her ass as his
cock spewed a huge load up and over her arm, splashing some on her face. She
was totally concentrating on the task literally at hand and licked her lips
more of a way of clearing an annoyance than tasting his spew.
"Where are they?" she asked, lifting off his face momentarily again.
"Please...stop....sore....." he rasped before going under the leather-clad
interrogator's suffocating ass again.
She worked the hand more, milking it, the only sound in the room now the
squish-squish of his come around his balls as she worked them and his muffled
grunts in the sweaty clamp of her ass. His cock never went hard, and in five
minutes, he was shooting another load from her nut massage.
"Where are they?" she asked.
He couldn't answer, he could only wheeze. She sat harder this time, devouring
his entire face. The hand worked, the linear sinew and muscle of her forearm
dancing under milk-white skin. A thick layer of nut cream lathered up like
foam between her knuckles as his still-stiff cock bobbed against her wrist. It
took 10 minutes this time, but she worked his balls to another orgasm, a much
smaller one that dribbled out now and ran down his cock to her wrist. She
ignored it and kept working his balls. She would not let him go soft. He was
babbling straight up her ass now.
"Mgngmasdfmfmmmmmshglfff..." he groaned inside the sweaty maw of her gripping
ass meat.
"Where are they?" she said robotically, not even lifting off his face,
instead intensifying her ball kneading motion so the squishing noise grew
faster and more frantic.
His cock softened on the fourth load it shot in the last half hour, a tiny
dribble of nearly clear fluid from his beleagured prick.
"Where are they?" she asked. He was nearly out.
She kneaded his nuts harder now and it didn't matter that his cock was just a
nub twitching above the madly pulsating web of knuckles of her hand as she
massaged him. He came again, without benefit of a boner, his pitifully wet,
small load barely pulsing out of the wounded eye of his soft meat. She worked
him more, harder, to a sixth, seventh, eighth orgasm, made all the more
painful by the searing burn in his lungs from lack of air. She was barely
giving him a sliver of space to suck in a breath through his nose that was
mostly impaled now inside her tight asshole after the leather of her g-string
had sweatily worked itself aside.
Her hand was completely crusted over by the 10th orgasm she'd milked out of
him. When she stood up finally and shook the cramps from her fingers, a thick
sheet of congealed man goo sloughed off and slapped down into his babbling
face. Joanne found a towel and cleaned herself off, walking back to look down
at him, his head at a gruesome angle to his shoulders, courtesy of the calf
scissors she'd used on him earlier.