Ballbusting Analytics - The Second Night part 1

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Ballbusting Analytics – The Second Night

Part 1 – The Demonstration

The week absolutely crawled by for Kammie. Her anticipation for the second night of the Ballbusting Analytics class was nearly unbearable. She had really enjoyed watching the video presentations, but she just knew the live demonstrations would be even better. And they were going to get to talk to and learn from the professionals! She didn’t think it could get any better than that!

*****

The days crept by until at last it was time to get ready for class. Kammie wanted to look her best, hoping she would be chosen for some type of class participation or demonstration. She put on her best blouse and a sleek miniskirt. Tonight, she decided she’d make her long legs as attractive as possible, so she wore a pair of ultra-sheer smoky-colored pantyhose. And for the finishing touch – she wore her smooth black leather Via Spiga pumps with four-inch stiletto heels. God, she felt powerful in this outfit; it was perfect. She was so ready. She looked in the mirror and admired herself. ‘Testicles, beware,’ she thought.

*****

Kammie was the first student to arrive in the classroom. Christina was already there, chatting with another woman. Kammie immediately recognized her as the woman who had destroyed the two sets of balls in last week’s video. They looked over at Kammie as she found her seat. Christina smiled and said, “Anxious for the class to begin, are you?”

“You bet I am,” Kammie admitted. I can’t wait to see the live ballkicking demonstration.”

“I’m sure it will exceed your expectations,” Christina said. “We’ve never had a disappointed student in our class.” She paused for a moment and then continued, “I could see your face light up when you saw Rachel. I could tell right away you recognized her as the star of our video.”

Kammie nodded enthusiastically. “I sure did. It is nice to meet you, Rachel. I was so impressed by your work. You are a consummate professional.”

Rachel smiled. “Thank you. I’ve been at this for several years and have had a lot of practice.”

“Do you happen to know how many men’s balls you’ve destroyed?” Kammie asked.

“I haven’t destroyed all that many balls; I’d guess about 20 to 25 pairs. But I have kicked or otherwise abused the balls of hundreds of men.” A look of pure delight washed over her face as she softly added, “And every one of them loved it.”

At this point several other members of the class began to file in. They too all recognized the visitor. One could feel an air of excitement building as the women took their seats. It wasn’t long and all the class members had arrived and were settled in.

Christina walked to the front of the room and began, “Welcome back everyone. This is the second and final night of our Ballbusting Analytics class. As you have no doubt noticed we have a guest here. I’m sure most, if not all of you recognize her as the ball destroyer from last week’s video. Ladies, please welcome, Rachel Woodson.”

All the women applauded ardently. Rachel bowed her head and modestly accepted their praise. When the applause died out, she said, “Thank you all so much. You are very kind. I am only doing what I’ve discovered is my life’s passion. I have to tell you, for me, there is no greater sense of power than the feeling of a man’s testicles flattening under my foot or shoe.”

Several soft moans of pleasure could be heard when she said this.

Rachel grinned broadly and continued, “The first segment of tonight’s class will be a live ballbusting demonstration by… ME!”

The women in the class applauded again.

“I will show you some of my favorite techniques. I will kick barefoot, with flats and, of course, high heels. I won’t be kicking nearly as hard as I did in the video when my intention was to destroy the balls. But rest assured; the men whose balls feel my foot tonight will not be at all happy.”

More applause and a few cheers.

“After I complete my demonstration, all of you will have the opportunity to try your favorite kicking method on one of our ‘volunteers’.”

This time, some knowing laughs.

“All right, we’ve got a lot to do tonight, so Christina, if you would be so kind as to bring our first subject…”

Christina walked over to a side door and opened it halfway. “Number one, if
you would join us please?”

A rather small man emerged and reluctantly followed Christina to the platform at the front of the classroom. He wore only a pair of gym shorts. He stood and faced the class, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked fearfully at Rachel as she stepped up onto the platform. She was wearing an elegant blouse, a moderate length skirt that ended an inch or two above her knees, and a pair of mid-heel smooth leather pumps. Her long legs were bare.
She towered over the man, even after she kicked off her shoes. “Please take off your shorts,” she directed.

The man obediently slid his shorts down and kicked them off to the side. Now naked, he again stood in position facing the class. Rachel reached over and cupped his testicles in the palm of her hand. The man flinched a bit, but Rachel didn’t squeeze him. She whispered in his ear as she softly manipulated his balls in her hand. In a moment or two his small penis had swelled to a full erection.

“That’s nice,” Rachel encouraged. “Get that thing up and out of the way. I want my foot hitting your balls, not your dick.”

The man looked up at her with sad eyes.

Kammie watched intently. She could tell he knew what was coming and that he didn’t want it, but he knew he had no choice – Rachel was going to kick his balls with her bare foot.

“All right, I think you’re ready now,” Rachel said. “Please spread your legs and keep your hands behind your back. If you behave yourself I won’t kick you as hard as I can. Mind you, this is going hurt your balls like they’ve never been hurt before, but just remember – it’s only my bare foot.”

Rachel directed the man to stand sideways to the class so the women watching would have a better view. When she was satisfied he was properly positioned, she took a step back and then let her foot fly straight into her unwilling target.

SMACK

The top of Rachel’s foot landed a direct hit against the man’s dangling scrotum. His balls compressed to half their normal thickness. His eyes opened wide in surprise and then he gagged and fell to his knees.

The women in the classed laughed at him. “Come on you wimp!” one woman called out. “She barely touched you.”

Rachel shook her head in disgust. “Sad but true,” she lamented. She crossed her arms under her breasts and looked directly at the fallen man and said, “Get up. I didn’t kick anywhere close to as hard as I can. Your deal is that you’d take a minimum of five kicks, but you’d get ten if I wasn’t satisfied. That was your one and only chance. If you don’t stay up after each of these next four, you’ll get five more and they’ll make these first five feel like love taps.”

The man, a terrified expression on his face, struggled to his feet and resumed the proper position to accept Rachel’s kick.

SMACK

The second kick was a bit firmer than the first, but this time the man managed to stay upright. The fear of the consequences for not doing so was all the inspiration he needed.

SMACK

The sound of kick number three resounded through the classroom. The man’s knees buckled, but he didn’t fall.

Rachel smiled. “That’s better. If you take these next two without going the floor, we’re done. If not…”

The man looked at her anxiously and mumbled, “I stay up… I’ll stay up… Please…”

SMACK

The fourth kick was the hardest yet. The man threw his head back in agony as his looked as though they would give out, but somehow he held his position.

“You realize, “Rachel teased, “that I could easily kick you hard enough to put you down any time I wanted to. But in the spirit of fairness, I won’t do that. I’ll just make the last one hard enough to challenge you.”

“Th-thank you, Ma’am,” the man wheezed. He had a funny look on his face and his legs looked pretty wobbly. Kammie didn’t see how he could stay standing even if Rachel only gave him an easy one.

Rachel stood in front of the man for a few seconds. He had her hands resting on her hips and she tapped her toe as she let the suspense build. Then she abruptly sent her foot flying into the defenseless balls dangling from the man’s tortured groin.

SMACK

Kick number five made the loudest noise yet. His eyes wide in shock, a look of disbelief came over the man’s face. He staggered and Kammie could tell he wanted nothing more than to curl up on the ground in the fetal position and clutch his groin. But to his credit – maybe it was the absolute terror at the thought of having Rachel kick him five more times – he didn’t do that. He somehow managed to stay on his feet.

Rachel nodded in appreciation at the man’s determination. “All right, sir. You have passed. You may do as you wish to ease yourself.

The poor man immediately sank to his knees and cupped his hands over his dangling balls. Pathetic moans emanated from deep within his throat as he suffered the aftermath of Rachel’s cruel kicks.

After several minutes Christina helped him to his feet and led him out of the classroom.

Rachel then spoke. “That is barefoot ballbusting 101. Pure and simple; nothing complicated. A nice set of balls ripe for kicking and your eager foot more than happy to oblige.”

Christina returned and looked at Rachel. “Ready for the next one?” she asked.

“Of course.”

As Christina went to the holding room to bring out the next subject, Rachel explained, “For the next demonstration I’ll be wearing a pair of simple classic black leather flats. They have a nice hard heel about half an inch high. What’s nice about that is it gives you a little more mass than just your bare foot. And it’s easy to keep your balance while kicking when wearing shoes like that. Most women don’t realize that kicking while wearing high heels is quite difficult. It’s not easy to deliver a powerful kick while balancing on a stiletto-heeled pump.”

The women looked on as Rachel pulled the designated shoes out of a small suitcase at the side of the classroom. She dropped them to the floor, the soles making a distinct ‘clacking’ noise as they hit. The she slipped her feet inside and returned to the front of the classroom, where Christina now presented the next male victim.

The second man was a bit taller than the first, but not by much. Rachel was decidedly taller than he.

“All right, you have the same deal as the first one. Take five kicks without falling and we’ll be through. But if you go to even just one knee at any time – that earns you five more. And, since I warned you ahead of time, you don’t get a second chance. Now, get those shorts off.”

The poor man meekly lowered his shorts and lightly tossed them aside.

Rachel walked back and forth in front of him several times, letting him hear the ominous clacking of her shoe heels.

“Do you like my legs?” she asked.

He nodded and said, “Yes ma’am. They are very pretty.”

“How about my feet? Do you like them, too?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think you’ll still like them after they’ve crushed your balls?”

The man swallowed nervously. “I – I…”

“Oh, never mind,” Rachel said impatiently. “Get your legs spread and we’ll find out soon enough.”

The man assumed the proper position and Rachel eyed her targets. She drew her leg back and before the man could even look down, her foot shot forward and landed squarely against his balls. The toe of her black shoe made first contact exactly where his penis rose from his scrotum, right above his balls. The momentum caused her shoe to drive forward and push firmly over the defenseless organs, compressing them most uncomfortably. The man gasped and hopped back a step, but he didn’t fall.

“Not bad,” mused Rachel. “But that was the easy one. The next four will be a lot harder.”

He drew in deep breaths as he readied himself for kick number two.

SPLATTT

The telltale sound of shoe leather against bare skin resounded as Rachel sent her shoe swiftly into his balls a second time. She kept her word; this one was delivered with decidedly more force than the first. He bent over and coughed, but again he did not fall.

“Up! Quickly,” Rachel commanded.

As soon as he was in position kick number three found its mark.

SPLATTT

This time his knees buckled and it looked like he might lose his balance, but he hung in and stayed on his feet.

“You’re pretty tough,” Rachel acknowledged. “Most men would have gone down after that one. Think you can handle two more like it?”

“I – I hope so,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

“Because you know what will happen if you don’t.”

“Yes. I’ll get five more.”

“I don’t think you want that to happen, do you?”

“No, ma’am.”

“All right. Let’s see if you can hold on. Stand up straight.”

The man grimly took his stance and waited. He didn’t have to wait long.

SPLATTT

For the fourth time Rachel’s shoe crashed into the man’s balls and for the fourth time he didn’t fall.

“I’m impressed!” Rachel smiled as she circled her victim. “Just one more and you’re done. Good luck.”

Rachel turned and gave the class the most wicked grin imaginable, unseen by the man. Kammie wondered what Rachel was going to do. She found out soon enough when Rachel turned around, swung her leg and delivered the most powerful kick she had executed all evening. It approached the force of the one she had used to annihilate the man’s balls in last week’s video. The poor fellow hadn’t expected anything like it.

SPLATTTTT

Down he went. It would be unusual, if not impossible, for a man’s testicles to suffer a collision of such magnitude with a woman’s foot and he not collapse.

A collective gasp arose from the class. None of the women had expected Rachel to drop him that way. That is not to say they didn’t enjoy it; they most decidedly did.

As the man rolled about on the floor in pure agony, Rachel bent over and lightly patted his shoulder in a half-hearted attempt to comfort him. “Sorry about that,” she apologized. “I just couldn’t resist letting you have a really good one. In the spirit of fairness, I’ll give you that one and call it good. I won’t give you five more even though you fell. Besides, I doubt your balls could take five more kicks without rupturing.”

Christina moved in and spoke softly to the stricken man. After a moment or two, with her help, he arose and she led him away.

“He’ll probably walk bent over and bow-legged for a week,” Rachel said in amusement.

“You are such a cruel person,” Christina scolded Rachel as she returned.

They looked at each other for a few seconds and then could no longer hold back. They both broke out into gales of laughter.

“Yeah, like you wouldn’t have done the same thing,” Rachel taunted.

Christina just grinned. “Maybe.”

The women in the class were really enjoying the proceedings. Each and every one of them was so looking forward to having a turn at kicking.
Christina and Rachel continued their good-natured bantering for another minute or so before Christina got back to business and announced, “It’s now time for Rachel’s final demonstration of the evening – ballkicking while wearing stiletto heels.”

“As I said before, kicking while wearing high heels is very difficult,” Rachel began. “It is much more difficult to keep your balance than if you are barefoot or wearing flats. Despite the difficulty, it is my favorite way to kick. The high-heeled shoe has an elegance to it that gives its wearer a look and feeling of enormous power. Until I got my first pair of high heels, I was just an average teen-aged girl without a lot of self-confidence. But, when I borrowed a pair of my mother’s and walked around the house in them, a new sense of self worth exploded in me. I soon learned I had always had it in me; the high heels just caused it to bloom. I no longer need to wear heels to exert my dominance; I can do it no matter what kind of footwear I have on. However, as I’m sure you all know, but maybe don’t fully understand why or how, is that high heels do give you a certain aura of power when you wear them. Your legs look longer and more alluring. That said, doesn’t using your high heels to kick a man’s balls seem logical? We know who will win that battle every time. Your symbol of power easily conquers his.”

Murmurs of understanding could be heard throughout the class. Kammie mentally slapped herself. ‘Of course, it was so simple to see now,’ she thought.

“Christina, would you bring out our final victim, please?” Rachel urged. As Christina walked to the door to the holding area, Rachel went to the suitcase and removed the pair of shoes she was going to use in the final demonstration. Total silence fell over the room when the class members got their first look at the shoes Rachel would be using in her final demonstration.
These were absolutely the sexiest pair of shoes Kammie had ever laid eyes on. She couldn’t be sure of the exact name, but she knew they were from a top designer. The shoes were made of buttery soft black kid leather. The heel was a wicked-looking stiletto at least five inches high. The styling was that of a classic pump, but the toe was open, just big enough to teasingly expose the wearer’s big and second toes. And, there was a strap attached at the top of the heel portion that wound around the ankle. Kammie, as did all the other members of the class, watched anxiously as Rachel slid her feet into these masterpieces of feminine footwear and securely buckled the strap. They fit her as though they had been custom made. When she stood in these shoes, she was a tower of awe-inspiring female dominance.

Christina escorted the final ‘volunteer’ to the head of the classroom. He was not a bad looking man, but he trembled with fear. And when he saw Rachel up close he began to vibrate in terror. His entire body shook as he took the last couple of steps to the spot Rachel was pointing at.

Tears flowed freely down his cheeks. While he had not seen what had happened, he had heard the sounds of Rachel’s feet smacking into his compatriots’ testicles followed by their agonized moans.

Rachel reached out and cupped his chin in the palm of her hand and lifted it so he could look her in the eye. “What’s wrong?” she asked innocently.

“Oh, what you did to the balls of those poor men… and now you’re going to do it to me… and with those shoes… How can you be so cruel?”

“I’m not being cruel,” Rachel countered. “You came here of your own free will. It was explained to you what was going to happen.”

“I – I know, but at the time it didn’t seem quite so frightening.”

“This is reality, my good man,” she stated easily. “It’s not my fault you didn’t fully grasp we are serious about what we do here. These women paid a lot of money for this class and they expect a professional demonstration. And that’s exactly what we are going to give them. I promise I won’t kick you hard enough to permanently injure you. But, I will promise you it will hurt – a lot. Now, please remove your shorts so we can begin.”

With shaking arms the man pulled off his shorts. He wasn’t sure where to put them, so Christina finally grabbed them and tossed them aside. Then she took hold of his shoulders and guided him to where she knew Rachel would want him to stand. He looked at her with pleading eyes, hoping she could somehow intervene and put a stop to this, but Christina simply shook her head walked away.

Rachel walked up to him. Had she been barefoot, she would have stood noticeably taller. In her magnificent high heels, she absolutely dwarfed him with her dominance. She reached out and began fondling his testicles with her fingers.

“Relax,” she said, her voice soothing. “It will be over before you know it. Just take five kicks without falling and we’re done.” She looked him straight in the eye as she added, “But if you do fall, I’ll kick you five more times. I can’t guarantee the health of your balls if that happens.”

The poor man sobbed openly. “Please don’t ruin me,” he begged. “I’ll try my very best to stay upright.”

“Merely trying won’t be good enough,” Rachel warned. “You have to succeed. Whether your balls survive is completely in your control.”

Rachel’s fingers continued teasing the man’s balls until his penis stood tall in a proud erection. “Not bad,” Rachel observed. “Let’s see how long you can keep it that way.”

Letting his balls drop from her fingertips, Rachel turned and stood in front of the man, hands on hips. She lifted her foot and gently nudged his testicles with the toe of her shoe. The contact was like an electric shock and his penis twitched.

“Naughty boy,” Rachel scolded. I guess you really do like these shoes, don’t you?”

Still sobbing, the hapless man nodded with embarrassment.

“It’s too bad you’ll never feel the true pleasure they could give you. You’ll only be experiencing the pain.”

With that, she drew back her leg and sent her shoe in a graceful arc directly into his wide open balls.

SPLATTTT

“Mmmmmph!” the man moaned as he doubled over and reached to grab himself.

“No you don’t!” Rachel warned. “If you try to protect yourself, I’ll add five kicks!”

The man quickly withdrew his hands and clasped them behind his back.

“Much better! And don’t close your eyes, either. I want you to see exactly what’s going to happen to you.”

The man took a couple of deep breaths and steadied himself for the next kick. He didn’t have to wait long.

SPLATTTT

Rachel’s expensive high-heeled shoe rocketed into his aching balls a second time. The force lifted him up onto his toes and he hopped back a couple of steps. But his didn’t fall. But his penis was wilting. The full erection he sported only moments ago had almost completely succumbed to the punishment Rachel had dealt his balls.

She didn’t wait but half a minute before she delivered kick number three.

SPLATTTT

His balls, being quite pliable, compressed to less than half their normal size from the crushing impact of Rachel’s designer shoe. While the leather may have been soft, her kicks were not. His knees buckled and he took a couple of waddling steps before he managed to right himself and stand up.

“That was pretty close,” Rachel taunted. “I don’t think you can take two more like that with falling. What do you ladies think?”

Eager comments erupted from the class members.

“No way! He’ll go down on the next one.”

“He’ll take one more and then the last one will floor him!”

The unanimous opinion was that he’d fall. The only question was on which kick.

Rachel did a quick little dance step before her foot pounded his balls for the fourth time.

SPLATTTT

A laser guided missile couldn’t have been more accurate. The tip of her shoe perfectly bisected the point between his balls and distorted each one an equal amount. However, the man somehow managed to stay on his feet. He screamed and cried, but his fear of the consequences gave him the inner strength that he needed.

Rachel shook her head in disbelief. “You are a lot more determined than I gave you credit for,” she confessed. “Not many men have withstood what you have.” Then, “Just one more and you’re a free man.”

Rachel stood in front of the terrified man and slowly bent over and adjusted the strap on her shoe. Then she stood up and looked him straight in the eye. “Ask me for the last kick,” she commanded. “Beg me to kick you.”

“Oh, dear,” the man’s voice cracked as he spoke. “Please ma’am… please kick me.”

“Where?”

“In… in the balls, ma’am.”

“Hard?”

“Y-yes, please.”

“Hard enough to ruin you?”

“If – if that’s what you want to do, then yes,” the man sobbed helplessly.

“Don’t worry; I’m not planning on doing that. If you remain stay standing for a full minute after this kick, then no more. If not… you know the agreement.”

The man took a deep breath and presented himself to Rachel for the finale. He steeled himself and prepared for the worst.

Without any hesitation, Rachel launched kick number five.

SPLATTTT

She had to resist the temptation to really let him have it. Instead, she delivered it with similar force to that of the other four kicks. The problem was the cumulative effects of those kicks made this last one seem like she kicked him much harder. He squealed like a stuck pig as her shoe drove deeply into his testicles. He nearly toppled over backwards, but he waved his arms around and regained his balance. Then he stumbled forward and his knees bent. He nearly went down, but he again regained his balance. He bent over and leaned his hands on his knees and took several deep breaths, which helped stabilize him.

Christina was looking at her watch and counting down the time. “Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three… two… one… That’s it! You made it!”

The man sighed in relief and slowly collapsed to the floor in a heap.

“Oops! I counted wrong,” Christina corrected herself. “It was only fifty seconds, not the full minute. Sorry!”

The man wailed in horror. “No… no… NO! PLEASE! I couldn’t take any more!”

Rachel walked around the grief-stricken man several times, her lethal high heels ominously clicking. Finally she looked at Christina and smiled. “Go ahead. Tell him.”

“I was just having a bit of fun with you,” Christina confessed. “You made it, with plenty of time to spare, actually. I didn’t start counting right away.”

The look of relief on the man’s face was priceless. Then he fainted dead away.

End part 1

[Anymous1]

Wow Kickthem

Amazing story! I absolutely love your series and I absolutely look forward to your next chapter (part 2). Your writing is very captivating and I really appreciate all of your great contributions.

Huge fan!!!

[poolman2]

kickthem,

Magnificent!

I look forward to several more parts of this top notch ballbusting story in your inimitably superb prose.

poolman2

[kickthem]

Thanks Anymous1 and poolman2. Part two is about one third complete. I don't know if I'll have much time to work on it over the weekend. And I have a good idea of what's going happen in the new demostration video, but I'll leave that as a surprise.

[gfgfgf]

Kickthem
I love you article.
Since I finished reading after, I let it fascinating.
please continue to.
I've been waiting for
and I've been looking forward to this article series

[tobedommed]

dang

you are really good. You should write more and have your own website for your stories or something

[jorge123]

I love it!! The story should continue

[jorge123]

There are some amazing stories....I am so sad that all of them are death