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Didn't quite have time to complete the drawings, (I've done 2) but they will be up tomorrow. Meanwhile, the adventures of Cherry and co continue,
PART 3
The Big Bust, or, the Complete Humiliation of the Male!
So, the plan Cherry had was that she and 4 of her friends, acompanied by Claire, would seek to find a way in the complex of Madame Rouge, which was a pretty big place, protected by high walls. The 2 other girls, who were exceptional climbers, would, separately from each other, look to find a way to climb in. And Cherry calculated that if things went wrong for the main attack party, hopefully the other 2 could help them. 1 of the girls who would be alone was Lola, and we'll start by describing her and how she got on. Lola was a lovely but diminutive lady, only 5 feet tall. With a curvy, but small, body, pert little face and black hair usually tied in a pony tail, she looked the picture of innocence. But that lovely little figure was trained to fight, was as hard as it was beautiful, and Lola could kick like a mule!
She had no troble clambering over the 20 foot wall, and found herself in the car compond, where the crooks kept their vehicles. There was nobody about, and she entered a building that was evidently used for maintaining cars, and it was there that she met 2 men. They assumed she was an associate of Cherry, of whom they'd been more than a little scared of meeting, but they couldn't imagine that this litle example of womanhood could be a threat to them. And her clothing made them salivate! A tight pair of jeans and an equally close fitting white top. This sexy attire was no accident, but was a ploy to distract the men. Cherry always advised her girls that the best way to drop a man was to put your boobs in his face, and as he gawped at them, put your knee in his balls! "Hi guys." Lola cheerfully greeted them.
"Ooh hello, little thing," a man smirked, and looked at the other, who added, "You look my dream come true. I hope you like a good fucking, 'cos that's what your gonna' get."
"Actually," a still smiling Lola replied, "I'm not your dream, but your worst nightmare. And I'm not gonna' be fucked, but your about to be well and truly fucked!"
"Is she serious?" One man laughed, and, grinning, they approached her. As the leering men got near Lola whirled through 180 degrees and drove her booted foot into the groin of of one man, the force generated by her spinning motion making the man feel like he'd been kicked by a horse. Before his startled friend could react she'd dropped the foot that delivered the kick to the floor and with the other back kicked him in the same spot. With both men doubled up holding their balls, Lola delivered another back kick, this time to the face of one, though only to rock him back a step, so his legs were apart. With the target opened up for assault, she put all her strength into kicking up, as she turned to face him, into his crotch. As her instep hit his groin from below, his battered testicles were bounced up like ballons just released into the air, the man letting out a horrible sickening scream as he clutched at his injured manhood. The other fought against the pain in his balls to try and stand, reaching out to grab Lola, only to recieve another kick, skilfully delivered by a straight motion of Lola's leg that drove her boots toe deep into his testicles, causing pain that was not only severe and sickening, but sharp, like a wound from a knife.
With each of her opponents incapacitated Lola clanced around the workshop, and seeing that a nearby table, obviously used as workbench, had two vices attached to it's side, she had a wicked idea. She dragged one man to the table, and undid his trousers, lowered them and began to pull his underpants down. An attempt by the man to resist was ended by a punch in the nuts, and Lola then dragged him up and on top of a vice, secured his balls in it, and tightened the device around them. He screamed and screamed, tears of agony and terror streaming down his face, as he lay on the table , his balls gripped in the vice!
It didn't take Lola long to do the same to the other man, he also needing a punch in the balls to fully pacify him before securing his battered manhood in the other vice. She tied each mans hands behind their backs so they couldn't free their balls, and with a big grin, stood back to admire her handiwork.
The sound of someone entering the room made Lola look round. It was one of Madames girls, who on seeing her was startled, but regained her composure and asked if she was on of Cherry's friends. Lola confirmed that, and the girl introduced herself as Flo. "We're all on your side, we want to get out, all the girls are tired of working for this evil organisation, and especially we're tired of the disgusting so called men who..." At that point her voice trailed off as she saw the two guys, and that they were both crying bitterly. Looking closer she saw why, and burst out laughing, laughing so much she couldn't speak for a moment. "Oh god," Flo eventually managed, between her laughs, "you've really got them by the balls.!"
Lola grinned, and Flo continued, "But you may have a problem. They found out Babs had betrayed them, she's locked up, and they've got a trap for your friends. Not sure exactly what it is, but I do know their going to arrange to let them in, then spring whatever plan it is they have."
"Thanks for letting me know," replied Lola. "Theres another girl, she's called Annette, who should have found a way in on the compounds other side, if we go there to meet her maybe we can stop whatever it is these guys have planned."
"No prob with me," Flo answered, "we'll pass where Babs is being held if you think it's the right time to free her. And I'll give you all the help I can, I think all the girls here will. But one thing I gotta' do before we go." With that Flo produced a digital camera from her pocket. Worth saying here that Flo was a very attractive lady, and like all the girls who worked for Madame wore light grey trousers, very tight, and a grey fitted blouse. She was a sexy sight, and enjoyed being so. But the men here did not know how to treat a lady, and she and the other girls had endured many crude comments from them, and sometimes uninvited touching up, so Flo was loving the sight of two of those men with their balls in a vice. She pointed the camera at the weeping men, "Give us a smile boys," she gloated, "I'm gonna' put you on YouTube."
to be continued
Hi poolman,Quote:
Originally Posted by poolman2
Glad you like this story, it's been spinning round my head for a long while and I'm really enjoying finally putting it out in a written tale, and illustrations will follow soon.
You've made an interesting point in both your posts about putting the story in it's descriptive context. That can be an awkward balance, let me explain. Obviously people read a ballbusting story to read about ballbusting, but writing something like "a beautiful girl kicks a guy in the nuts and he bends over in agony" isn't going to interest anybody, you need more to get peoples attention. But, if you overdo the background context you could bore people, and they'll stop reading. So, I decided to begin the tale by getting straight into the action, to get peoples attention. Maybe that is the right way, maybe it isn't, but I am having great fun with this story, and I hope everyone who reads it is to.
I look forward to hearing more from you,
Try
I take your point Messalina (BTW you have a lovely name, you say you come from Scotland, is it a Scots name?) and while I have fantasies about a beautiful girl doing to me what my heroine Cherry and her friends do to men in my story, I wouldn't, obviously, really want to be *********. Or have my balls put in a vice, as happens to 2 guys in the latest update to my tale.Quote:
Originally Posted by Messalina
To me ballbusting is about the total ****** subjegation of a man to a woman. She's attacking the very organs that are the literal essence of his manhood, and you can't get a more forceful rejection than that! But I don't want my heroines to be man haters, so there has to be a reason for them to bust him, he's got to be a bad guy. And then when a girl, the 'weaker' sex, puts him in his place, that's the turn on! Or at least, it works for me.
Hi try,
This is another good installment in your story, but shouldn't it be called "Part 4" since you previously did a "Part 3." One more housekeeping comment: If you could shorten the paragraphs, and leave a blank line between each, the story would become all the more readable.
I think your story might be one of the few that actually a good plot inside an entertaining ballbusting yarn.
Please do keep up your good work.
Regards,
poolman2 :bananawin
At last some drawings I've managed to complete. For anyone who hasn't read the story so far, Babs is one of the characters, I think I've made her look sexy.
Another point. The size limitations of images uploaded to FD can seriously harm the quality of the pics I do when I put them here. I'm not complaining, this is a free forum, and we should all be grateful for that. But it causes me problems when preparing drawings for uploading. It happened with these three, and can anyone explain to me how it is that I scan a drawing as a PNG at 300 dpi, it has a size of about 3,500 by 2,500, and comes in at 280 KB, to large for FD. I use an image editor to reduce it to 800 by 650 and it now is 300 KB! So I have to reduce it a lot further, which also reduces it's quality still further. Honestly, I thought learning to draw was hard work until I got a computer! They are wonderful machines, but they can drive me round the twist!
PART 5
Annette, the girl Lola had spoken of to Flo, had also ascended the outer wall, and on reaching it's top, saw one of the men below her. Dropping down the walls side so she was hanging to the top by her fingers, she launched herself from it to land with her thighs around the head of the unsuspecting male. Before going any further it should be explained that apart from being female and beautiful, Annette's build was completely differant to that of Lola. Annette was an amazon, six feet tall, her voluptious body having really dangerous curves. And when she landed on the man below her, the impact not only propelled him to the ground, but her wonderfull thighs gave him no chance of escape as they gripped his head. His cheeks were ****** to almost cover his mouth as she squeezed, until he was so breathless he could resist no more. At that point Annette released her hold, and getting up from the ground, she grabbed the testicles of the prone man, and applied her considerable strength to crushing them! He screamed, through his tearful cries he begged her to let go, but she just patted his head, saying, "Now now, don't make a fuss little man." With a wicked grin Annette then she then rose to her feet, dragging him up by his balls, continuing to squeeze, not stopping till she could feel that his manhood was ruined, permanently. Annette released her grip, letting him sink back to the ground, his screaming now having stopped, replaced by soft crying. "There," she said, " that didn't hurt, did it. Well, actually, it will have hurt, and will still be hurting, rather a lot. But never mind." With a sexy smile she winked at him before leaving.
While Annette was having fun, Flo was guiding Lola to where Babs was imprisoned, and when they entered the corridor containing the cells they were confronted by the sight of a man who held Babs by the arm. On seeing the two girls he was startled for for a second, but on recognising Flo asked who the other girl was.
"She," answered a smiling Flo, "is the lady who is going to bust your nuts."
He looked at Lola for a second, then burst out laughing. "She isn't big enough to bust the nuts of a puppydog! Never mind a man!"
"Oh," Lola enquired, "are you a man? You look like a silly little boy."
"Cheeky little bitch, aren;t you! Time you were taught some manners." And with that he lumbered forward, reaching out to grab Lola. She almost casually stepped aside from his flailing hand and gave him a kick between the legs. Hard enough to hurt, but not as hard as she could have, she was playing with him. He gasoped as he covered his painful groin with his hands, and almost screamed at Lola, "You fucking little bitch! I'm gonna' punch your sweet face in!"
He raised himself, threw a right hook at Lola, which she dodged by simply taking a step back, and when followed with a left, Lola dropping to one knee to avoid that blow, and to deliver one of her own, a hard punch to the crotch. And a hard punch it certianly was, Lola had stopped playing now, the man almost falling to the floor as he clutched at his wounded balls.
"Gosh, I sure would love to find a man," said a smirking Lola, "do you know where I can find one?"
Now, if he'd had some sense, that guy would have fled. But Lola's words stung his male pride, and fighting the pain in his groin he rushed at her, thinking that if he could just grab this little witch, then, with his greater size, he could crush the life out of her. But you know what they say about the plans of mice and rapists, and sure enough his aims were not fulfilled. Lola stepped to one side, raised her right leg to kick him in the shoulder, so that, as she intended, to keep his balance he had to spread his legs. And with his groin exposed, well, I guess you've worked out what her next move was. A perfectly executed kick that made him feel like his balls had exploded, as, in a sense, they almost had. After letting out a scream, he fell to the floor, moaning softly.
"Nice one!" A jubilant Flo cried. Babs, grinning with pleasure and amusement, now took hold of the mans shoulders and hauled him to his feet. "Oh, poor little wimp, do your nuts hurt? Let me show what my feelings are for you, never had the chance before." Babs then slammed her knee up into his balls, and as he cried out with pain she burst into laughter.
"Oh let me have a go," a laughing Flo cried, and then gave him the same treatment. Lola laughed to, "It's good to see we're all having fun! Now, let's make sure he's permantly out of commission." She told Flo and Babs to hold him by his shoulders and make sure his hands weren't at his groin. He was now to weak to resist. and Lola despatched two kicks into his balls, connecting with such a thump that even Flo and Babs winced.
They'd let the male, or ex male to be correct, fall to the floor, and Lola asked Babs where he'd been taking her. Babs smile disapeared as she replied. "I've got some bad news for you I'm afraid. Cherry and the others have been captured, that creep had been sent to get me as Madame Rouge wanted me to see whatever it is they've got planned for them, I'm sure it's not nice, and I expect I'd have been sharing it."
"Ok," Lola replied, "there's a girl called Annette who is in this place, we need to find her, she can help us resucue the others."
"After we've found her," it was Flo who spoke, "we could go to the girls quarters, the men are barred from there. And it wouldn't be hard for one of the girls to find where your friends are."
Lola pointed out that at some point in time the opposition was going to find the guys she'd dealt with and would realise there was an intruder in the compound in addition to to those they'd captured, and would look for them.
"I have thought of that," replied Flo, "but if they do come to the girls quarters they'll tell them they've seen someone they didn't recognise at, oh, the other end of this place."
Lola was silent in thought for a few seconds before speaking again. "What you say sounds good apart from one flaw. Are you sure we can rely on every girl in Madame Rouge's employ to help us? It only needs one to betray us, and it's endgame."
"I think we can trust them all," replied Flo, "we all hate these oafs Madame employs, and her, most of us didn't quite realise what we were getting into when we agreed to work here, You should have seen the reaction amongst the girls when Cherry ********* three guys, we had a party that night! But no, I can't guarantee all the girls will all be on our side. Do you have any other ideas?"
"Not one." Lola responded.
But now luck was on their side, as they soon found Annette. Before they had Flo told Babs of how Lola had trapped two men by their balls in vices, making the latter whoop with delight. "Oh, I do wish I'd seen that!" cried a laughing Babs. "I've got some photos," Flo replied, "you can enjoy seeing those."
They saw Annette when they came to a small courtyard, in the centre of which was a man lying on the ground, curled into a ball and clutching with both hands at his crotch, weeping bitterly. Annette was near to him, holding a crying man by his groin, humming to herself as she examined the fingernails on her free hand."Damn," she exclaimed, "I've broken a fingernail."
It's worth describing Annettes clothing here, it consisted of very tight fitting denim shorts and an orange crop top, low cut that showed her perfect pair of 38d's, well, perfectly.
"Hi Annette," Lola called, "I see your enjoying yourself."
Annette glanced at them, "Hi Lola," she replied, "the guys here are such fun to play with, I'm having a great time. Erm, who are your friends?"
"You've heard of Babs," was Lola's reply, indicating toward her, "and this is Flo, she's also helping us."
"Cool. What's next?" Annette walked over to them, the man she held by the balls being compelled to go with her.
"Not good," was Lola's reply, "Cherry and the others are prisoners, but Flo knows someone who can help us, so that's where we're going."
They began to walk away, but seeing that Annette still had the man she gripped in tow, Lola asked "Is he coming with us?"
"Oh I'd forgot him." Annette looked into his half open, crying eyes, and blew him a kiss. "Sorry to have to leave you lover, but gotta' go. Here's something to remember me by." She then applied all her power into squeezing his balls, and Annette, as I've already mentioned, is a very strong lady. The muscles in her arm visibly tightened as she squeezed, and when she released the man from her awesome grip, he sank to the ground, weeping pathetically. It might be difficult to decide which caused him the most pain, the knowledge that he was no longer a man, or the appalling agony that emanated from what was left of his testicles.
more to cum, sorry I meant come:)
Ah, so I have to concede that I've shown my inability to count! But thanks for pointing it out, and that I need to take care about paragraphing, I'll do my best, but I'm not great at grammar and such like, so if you can be tolerant of my errors.Quote:
Originally Posted by poolman2
The most important point is of course the story. It's interesting that you mention the plot, as I'm trying to expand ball busting into what you might call the mainstream, so it's a story that has it's own merits as well as plenty of blows to male groins. Some, perhaps the majority, on this forum, see BB as a part of a sexual activity, some liking the scene where it's done in an environment of dungeons and women in leather. I'm not knocking that, each to their own, but that's not for me. What I love is girls who are pretty but tough, and can kick the shit, or preferbly the balls, out of us mere males. That's what the tale I'm doing describes, it's something I hope could catch the attention of people not immediately turned on by ballbusting. It's my dream to see someone make a movie like this. There have been many films of tough girls roughing up men, but I've never seen one that was, apart from the occasional moment, any good. For a start they don't have nearly enough kicks in the balls. I don't know if you've seen 'Enter the Seven Virgins' or the 'Doll Squad'. Each had potential, and did indeed have a couple of good moments, but overall they disapointed me. So, I do what I can, to write, and draw, the fantasies I'd love to see. And that is a lot of fun!
PART 6
While Lola and Annette had been leaving a trail of smashed testicles behind them, things had not gone so well for Cherry and the others. They had sought to enter Madame's compound in the most obvious way, by it's main entrance, and had been surprised and disturbed to find it unlocked and unguarded. "Something is wrong," Cherry whispered, "this is to easy.
She was acompanied by three fellow female warriors, Jessica, Una and Libby, and we'll leave descriptions of them aside for the moment, other than to say they are all formidable fighters, and very sexy! Claire was also with them, and she, also speaking softly, told Cherry there was a gatehouse just inside. The girls approached it to see if there were any occupants, and such was their attention occupied by it they didn't see a concealed door in the outer wall, cunningly disguised to look like brick, open. Before she could react Claire found an arm had been placed round her neck and a knife pressed against her throat, her assailant being none other than Madame Rouge.
"Don't move an inch," Madame told the other girls, "not if you want your little friend here to keep breathing."
As she spoke a group of men emerged from the house, and grinning with triumph tied the hands of Cherry and her three friends behind their backs, which they, for the sake of Claire, were ****** to accept without resistance.
"There boys," Madame said with a laugh, "told you this would work, and there were you all worrying about getting your balls kicked in by these bitches. Honestly, scared of a few girls, what is the state of manhood becoming?"
She turned to face Cherry, "Like you I take the view that if you want a job done well you get a woman to do it. And a big thank you for returning the lovely Claire to us, now we can contact her father and reopen negotiations for her ransom. You and the others, I'm afraid," she added with a grin, "don't have much longer on the earth. Your going to taken to my quarters where I'll interrogate you, and I've told my boys that when I'm finished they can do as they wish with you. Believe me, that won't be very nice!"
Some of the men were laughing, all were leering at the girls, and getting uncomfortably close to them.
However, though Madame's plan had worked well so far, it was about to get the proverbial spanner in the works. As they were about to leave a man came running toward them. "Madame," the breathless man said on approaching them, "there are more of those girls in the compound. We just found two fella's in the garage, and they'd been. " he paused, as if even telling what he'd seen disturbed him, "left with their balls gripped in a vice."
Some of the other men visibly winced, a couple, in an *********** movement, placing their hands over their crotch. Madame glared at Cherry, "How many other girls are here?"
Wouldn't you like to know."
"We could beat it out of her," suggested one of the men.
"We could, "replied Madame, "but there's no way of knowing if she was telling us the truth. And that reminds me, that guy I sent to get Babs should be back by now, wonder if he's been nobbled to. Right, I'll take two of you with me, we're going to put our guests in the cells for the time being, and I want the rest of you to get every man in the place searching for these girls."
They hesitated, one man murmuring "Balls in a vice! God, that's awful."
Madame raised her voice till she was nearly shouting, "Are you men or mice? Don't answer that, just go get those girls, now! I don't know why your all so worried about your balls, seems like none of you have got any."
All the men looked scared, but they did as she said, leaving Madame, two men and their prisoners to walk inside the main building and then to the cells. And on arriving they found that, as Madame feared, the man she sent earlier was lying on the floor, moaning softly that his balls were ruined.
"Not going to be easy recruiting staff," Cherry observed, "when word gets around that guys who work for you risk losing their balls."
Madame reply was a stinging slap across Cherry's face. "I've had more than enough of you bitch. When my boys are subjecting you to their perverted fantasies I may even watch."
It had been Madames intention to imprison Cherry and the others in the cell, when she was interupted again, this time by the sight of about a dozen men approaching. "What's up now?" she asked as they neared.
One stepped forward to addrress her. "Me and the guys have been thinking,"
"That's new," Madame interupted him.
"We've been thinking, " the mans voice was raised slightly, "that we don't need you any more. We're getting our balls kicked off and you couldn't care less. And we've been here long enough to have learnt how to run the show, we know all your criminal contacts, so we just tell them you had a terrible accident, fatal like, and now we're in charge."
Madame through her head back and laughed. "You jerks couldn't organise a booze up in a brewery!"
"And that's the bloody arrogance we're sick of!" He shouted back.
One of the other men said he'd show her who was in charge now, and placed his hands on her breasts. "Nice tit.." he began to say, but his words were stopped by the reaction of Madame, for she grabbed his shoulders, pulled him toward her and kneed him in the balls so effectively even Cherry was impressed, the man slumping to his knees, gasping with pain.
"I don't put up with that from anybody sonny, least of all a little worm like you."
Some men suggested they give Madame a beating, but the man who'd spoke first, and appeared to be the leader, waived them back.
"The only reason I'm not punching your lights out, " he told her, "is because I don't want you to have any injuries that don't look," he smirked now, "accidental."
"My my," replied Madame, "you do have bit of brains."
The men tied Madames hands and having put all the women in the cell, left. Claire glared at Madame.
"It's a pity my hands are tied or I'd wring your neck. You were ready to cut my throat, you evil bitch!"
"Oh don't be a silly girl," the other woman replied, "it was never going to come to cutting your throat open, it was obvious your friends would do as I said, rather than watch you die. And whatever you think of me, we have a common enemy now, so we might as well work together.
Claire glared at her for a few more seconds before speaking again. "Do you trust her Cherry?"
"No. "Cherry now addressed Madame. "As you say we have a common enemy, so we are allies now, and I'm even prepared to forgive the slap you gave me. But if you betray us I'll inflict an awful lot of pain on you. And this operation you've been running here, it's going to end today, and forever. Understood?"
Madame shrugged. "I don't have a strong bargaining position, so yea, whatever you say."
"Oh and the knee in the nuts you gave that guy, that was very well done," Cherry added.
"I've had a lot of practice. I'm not a trained fighter like you but I've lived in some rough places and I've left more than a few men with a painful crotch, and I do mean men, not the pathetic wimps I've been ****** to employ here.
"What do we do now?" one of the other girls asked.
"We wait." Cherry replied. "Either Lola and Annette find us, and hopefully how to free us, or those guys return, intent on doing whatever dastardly deeds they have in mind. Whatever, we're going to have some fighting to do soon." She turned to face Madame. "You may have to give that well practiced knee of yours a bit of work today."
"I can hardly wait." She replied.
And while all this happened, Lola, Annette and their new friends reached the girls accomadation. Following introductions, Madame Rouges girls explained that there had been a takeover by the men, and that Madame was imprisoned with Cherry and her friends, in the cell that Babs that hed earlier been held in.
"We've been confined by the guys here while they look for you," a girl called Jasmine explained. Lola asked if there'd be a guard at the cells, Jasmins replying that wasn't likely. "It has a door of steel two inches thick and a fancy electronic lock that can only be opened if you have the code."
"Which," Babs joined the conversation, "I happen to have. I've been Madames personnel assistant and know some of her secrets, I'll write the code down for you." She did so and handed the paper it was written on to Lola.
"What," it was Annette who spoke now, addressing Jasmine, "do you think those guys have planned for you?"
"I dread to think," she answered. "They'll need us, we know how to operate the computer software, do the accounts, but I think we'll be prisoners, not partners, and no doubt they'll satisfy their lust on us to."
Lola reflected that at least that meant their there was little danger of any of these girls betraying them. She turned to Annette, "We need to rescue the others but one of us should stay here to give these girls some protection, in case any of the guys come back. Which would you prefer?"
"Oh," responded Annette, "ok if I stay here?"
Lola agreed, and after she'd left Jasmine mentioned that she'd done a bit of judo, in case they needed any help. "That's good," replied Annette, "but it's best if you try and stay out of the fighting." She then addressed all the girls, of whom there was about a dozen. "There isn't time to give you all training in unarmed combat but I can give you a bit of advice. If you need to fight remember this, men may be bigger and stronger, but they one weak spot, or rather two, hanging between their legs. So if you have to fight, go straight for their bollacks. Kick them, knee them, punch them, squeeze them, pull them, every chance you get, and always as hard as you can. But if you can, leave the fighting to us, we know how to handle it."
When she got to the cells Lola found there was a man at the door. She dealt with him quickly, there was no time for playing around. A sidekick to the balls doubled him over, a swinging high kick to the face straitened him up so she could bring her foot up into his crotch with a brutal blow, and as he bent over again another kick in the face rocked him back against the wall, and also broke his nose. And it gave Lola the time to use one of her beautiful legs to deliver a perfectly accurate kick that drove her foot deep into his testicles, breaking them. Without a backward glance Lola strode on, leaving the weeping male to contemplate a life in which, from now on, sex could not be a part.
She opened the cell door, and after she and Cherry and the other girls had greeted her with hugs, she explained the situation.
"All the girls," she informed them, "who worked for Madame," are in their accomadation. The men are out trying to hunt us down, so, only thing left to do now is go take them on." She glanced at Madame and asked, "Is she with us now?"
"Of course," Madame Rouge herself replied, "I've seen the error of my ways, and now I'm fighting for truth and justice!"
"She also," observed Cherry, "has a bad sense of humour. Circumstances have, however, ****** her to join us, and she could be useful." Cherry now spoke directly to Madame. "You can show us where the computer records, and everything we need to bring this place down, is. The deal Madame, is this. You help us and when we leave I'll let you go. But remember this, if you let us down, I'll break every bone in your face. Ok?"
"You have", Madame replied drily, "such a convincing way with words."
to be continued
I can't believe you made a ballbusting story utillizing the bond girl from On Your Majesty's Secret Service! I've actually had some BB fantasies with Bond girls, but not as vicious as yours lol. You actually made up your own story though ha ha, it's not directly based on the movie except for the Bond girl.
Hello Try,Quote:
Originally Posted by try
How are you? Sorry, for the tardiness of this reply. For the record, I hail from the "Aud Sod". A.K.A. the "Emerald Isle", to many. However, my mother was Greek. In fact, I lived on Mikonos til I was six. This is whence comes, my name. BTW, I'm pleased you've a clear view of the distinction twixt fantasy and reality. I feel for some, the line has become... "blurry".
"To me ballbusting is"; a brutal act of violence. Also, a vicious sexual assault. The organs are not merely the metaphorical measure of a man's fortitude, the difference between a winner ("It took rocks for Frank to quit his job after buying a house") and a loser ("Frank's boss has him by the balls since he bought that house"). As you correctly point out, the testes are "The literal essence of his manhood".
Your cojones produce about 95% of your testosterone, which of course spurs sex drive and sperm production. This gives a fellow; the deep voice, musculature and facial hair that define maleness. The male body is highly dependent on testosterone. The loss of this vital hormone (absent HRT) eventually, leads to life-threatening conditions and or disease. Think, atrophy of the body's muscules and osteoperosis. Ironically, osteoperosis is thought of as a "woman's" disease! ;)
However, (disturbingly so) ballbusting is sometime's necessary. In real life, I mean. Some men, give a woman little choice!
This is why, I can relate (somewhat) to your rationale that, your female characters have "A reason to bust" someone. However, the "turn-on" for me is "When a girl, the 'weaker' sex", ends the "career" of a wife beater or sexual predator! :o
Warm regards,
Messalina
try,
This story is getting better and better. Keep up the good work.
poolman2 :bananad:
Hi Sackman,Quote:
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I'm not sure which Bond girl your refering to, I haven't seen all the Bond movies. It would be fun though to see a few Bond girls doing what my heroines do in my story, like Caroline Munroe for example, that would be nice:)
Thanks. And I have tried to take heed of your advice about it's presentation, but maybe not perfectly. And I know my spelling and grammar aren't always right, but I'm not a professional writer, I just do my best. And, of course, what matters most is the story. Which, btw, I'm about to upload the final instalment of.Quote:
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Thanks for telling me of how you got your name, I did think it sounded Greek.Quote:
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And in my story it is sexual predators who get what they deserve at the hands, and feet and knees, of avenging ladies. I've tried to portray them as not men at all (which they definitely aren't after my heroines have finished with them!)
but just bullies and cowards.