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Saturday, March 5, 2016
(f/Mmm) The Powder of Submission - NEW!
So, I've been sitting on this story for, oh, about nine years. And the reason why it's been so long in the making is that I wasn't sure if it would be popular and accepted. For two reasons: 1. it takes five pages before the action starts, and 2. it's essentially bisexual ballbusting, and I wasn't sure if anyone would like that (except by those of you who ARE bisexual). At any rate I've finally decided to finish it, so here it is! For your convenience I've marked (in red text) where the action starts in case you don't want to bother with the introduction.
The Powder of Submission
Crystal was weighed down with
her four light shopping bags, but decided to visit one last boutique on Rodeo Drive before
going home. All the sales staff knew her here of course, and she could always
count in getting good service. A latté to moisten her soft-pink lips, a
complimentary bag of cosmetics, and if she felt she needed it, a wonderful foot
massage to ease the burden of a hard day of shopping. While relaxing in a plush
leather chair, the sales girl would always gush over whatever outfit she wore
that day, and compliment her excellent fashion sense, right down to her ruffled
socks and $5000 Guess sneakers.
Crystal opened the door to
receive a cool blast of conditioned air. The young blond sales clerk stopped
what she was doing and came over and kissed both of Crystal’s cheeks.
“Oh. Another winning
combination, Miss Lacy. Chanel skirt with a D&G pleated blouse is perfect.
And that cardigan shows off the Tiffany broach to a marvel.”
Crystal preened. “I know. Isn’t
it gorgeous? And look at these,“ tipping her head to one side, “Mikimoto
diamante and pearl earrings. Made personally, just for me, of course.” Crystal smirked while she
let the girl ooh and ahh over her good fortune.
“So,” said Crystal, “what’s new today? Has the McQueen
spring line come in yet?”
“Oh, well. I’m sorry, no it
hasn’t,” frowned the clerk. But then she brightened. “But . . . Mrs. Vanders
did ask me to tell you she had something special for you, next time you came
in. I can go and get her. Wait here!” The clerk tottered off into the back of
the store, her heels clacking loudly on the marble floor.
Crystal pondered this sudden
turn of events. Mrs. Vanders was the owner of the boutique, and only ever came
out to greet the richest of the rich, and usually the older, more distinguished
had only seen her on one or two occasions. ‘Hmmm,’ thought Crystal, ‘She must have something really
special for me.’
After a few seconds, the elegant
and beautiful Mrs. Vanders came out. She had platinum blond hair in long waives
that perfectly framed her face, and wore a curvaceous, low-cut red dress that
perfectly framed her ageless body. The proprietress gave a distant greeting,
and then gave the young girl an appraising look, arms folded over her chest and
one eyebrow arched.
“You’ve been an excellent patron
of our little store,” she said, finally, in a slow, sultry voice. “I’ve seen
you many times. Everything you’ve purchased has been chic and expensive. You
obviously appreciate only the best, and that’s a valuable trait. It’s what I
like to see in my clientele, and I think it’s time you were offered a bit of
what this store is really all about.”
Crystal cocked her head in
confusion. “Like, what do you mean?”
A small smile twitched in the
side of the matron’s mouth. “I think you should save your questions ‘till we
are alone. Follow me.” The woman turned smoothly, and her tight knee high dress
shifted over her body as she walked with perfect precision into the back
followed, and Mrs. Vanders closed the door behind them.
“Have a seat,” she said to Crystal, then took one
herself, across from the girl. She assessed the young girl before her, and then
stopped to look fully into Crystal’s
eyes. “Do you fully understand what it means to be rich?”
Crystal remained still and
silent, not knowing how to respond. Then she said, “Of course. I means that I
don’t have to do any cleaning or go to a crappy school.”
Mrs. Vander’s eye’s narrowed.
“No, my dear. Being rich means that you can have anything you want. Anything.
Lesser people will say that fulfilling your desires, and any wish you have is a
fantasy. Genies in bottles and the digital magic of Hollywood. But for those with true wealth,
the kind if wealth you have access too, anything is possible. Do you understand
me, anything.” The beautiful blond bombshell’s eyes had a wicked gleam to them
as she said this.
Crystal cocked her head,
incredulous. “What do you mean anything. I’ve been to hundreds of stores, all
over the world. I can buy anything I want. What could you have that they
Mrs. Vanders frowned elegantly
at the insult. Then, she reached under her desk and pressed what must have been
a concealed button. The wall behind her slid aside, revealing a series of
smooth metal shelves, illuminated with concealed lightning, and filled with cut
glass vials that glowed like diamonds. Each bottle was a work of art, and each
contained a liquid or powered of a different hue.
“What are those?” asked Crystal, now curious.
“What are these?” said the older
woman mockingly, as she got up to go stand by them. “These my dear are some of
the most powerful substances ever created. Each one a work of chemical art.
Each one capable of extreme power. Each one virtually priceless in its rarity.
These are the elixirs of youth, of power, and of total control, and which only
the most privileged women can have access too. I think,” and here she paused to
gaze down at Crystal
and assess her again, “that you are ready to join them.”
“No way!” said Crystal. She got up and walked to the cabinet
to look at the bottles. “Are you saying these things are, like . . . like
magical potions? What do they do?” She reached out to touch one, but her hand
was stopped short.
“I didn’t say you were ready for
all of them, my dear, just this one. Sit down.” Mrs. Vanders removed a bottle
of peach colored dust from the shelf and set it down, not in front of Crystal,
“In front of me is something I
think you’ll enjoy. It’s something every woman wished she could have, at some
time or another. It’s called the Powder of Submission, and it makes any male
who eats it your utter, and complete slave. One teaspoon of this powdered
miracle will cause any man to re-arrange his entire existence to suite you and
doing anything you desire, but have no memory of what happens during that time.
The effect only lasts for 24 hours, but oh, what a time you can have.” Mrs.
Vanders smiled at Crystal.
“Tell me, my dear, isn’t’ there anything you would like to do to a man that
would require such persuasion? Anything you’d like that they would never
willingly submit to?”
Crystal slowly grocked the
potential of such a substance, and then nodded slowly, then faster and faster.
The older lady’s smile turned conspiratorial and she leaned forward. “Tell me.
With this in your hands, would you make a man do for you?”
Crystal gushed enthusiastically
with the first thing that popped into her head. “Well, I saw this one movie,
like, once, and, like, oh my god, this blond chic totally nailed the Terminator
guy, I think he’s like Governor, or something, in the nads, like over and over.
You should have totally heard the crunching noise Arnold’s balls made when that girl hit them.
It was way awesome,” she said breathlessly.
“I’d so totally love to do that
to my boyfriend and stuff. All the guys I know, really. They’re all such
jerks,” said Crystal
Mrs. Vanders leaned back and
absentmindedly brushed a invisible spec off her red skirt. “Is that that all? I
mean just a few hits?” She gazed at Crystal
thoughtfully and then leaned forwards again.
“I don’t think you understand
the power of what I’m offering you, Miss. Lacy.
If subduing men is what you enjoy, with one command, you could have
every male you know down on his knees waiting for you to crack his manhood like
a lobster shell. Just imagine the noise a well place kick would make, or better
yet, when you pop one. Oh yes, didn’t
you know? Men’s testicles are incredibly delicate, and I’m sure even that
dainty little foot of yours could burst their nuts like ripe grapes. If emasculating
a man is what you find fun, imagine them offering up their ‘manhood’ too you,
and then having them cleaning up the mess afterwards so you could go out and
have a facial. They wouldn’t remember any of it, and you could even pretend
that they did it to themselves. It would be, shall we say, the perfect crime.”
“Are you saying,” said Crystal,
as she slowly caught on, ”that I could make Ron and my dad and my dip-wad
brother let me do anything to them, and do anything I say? And not remember it
at all?” Crystal’s
eyes went wide with enthusiasm. “Oh my god, that’s totally awesome.” A thousand
forms of humiliation flashed through her head. The possibilities were endless.
And then suddenly, her expression turned
shrewd. “How much will this ‘man-control’ cost me?”
Mrs. Vanders smiled slightly,
and then took out a small lavender card, made of stiff, expensive paper and
wrote down something with a black S.T. Dupont pen, its gold plaited nib
scratching loudly in the silence. She passed the card over to Crystal.
Crystal could barely keep from
sucking in her breath. She was used to throwing down thousands of dollars in a
single purchase, but this was something else entirely. The figure had an awful
lot of zeros. Still, as she considered the powder and its powers, this would
not only give her something to brag about to her girlfriends at school, but it
would give her an opportunity to get revenge on her irritating brother and her
horny boyfriend. And, what the heck, even let her bust the two balls that
helped make her. All those zeros’ were actually starting to seem like a
“Do you accept checks?” She
The proprietress smiled wryly.
A half-hour later Crystal was back at home,
the limo driver having dropped her off before going to collect Ron, her
boyfriend, and that reject of a brother Eric from the skateboard park where
they were practicing like delinquents. David, her father, was in the atrium on
a chaise longue sipping on a mohito and working away on his laptop. David, like
many people in Hollywood was a movie producer,
and also like many people in Hollywood
he had a flawless body – toned, tanned and trim. He wasn’t bulky, but smooth
and muscular, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and wore vintage gold wire
rimmed glasses. Today he had his shirt off and was only wearing some khakis and
some white socks. As Crystal
came in she noticed that his pants set off his bulge to nice affect and she
couldn’t wait to take control of what lay beneath them.
“Hi dad,” she said, walking over
to him, and then leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.
David looked up, “Have a nice
day shopping?” he asked with a smile.
“Oh yeah. I found some things
you wouldn’t believe.” Crystal
walked up the marble staircase to her room and put away the cloths she’d bought
and then spent some time deciding on an appropriate outfit for busting
testicles. Something girly and pink should do nicely. She undressed and then
slipped into a Nina Ricci dress, put on some soft pink cashmere socks and
finally some nice pink heeled Blahniks with little bows at the toe. She re-did
her makeup to match the pink tones of her outfit, plumped up her pert breasts,
and gave herself a manicure, pink of course. Just about the time she’d finished
she heard the two boys come through the front door, talking loudly as they
always did. Crystal
went over to the bag containing the powder, slipped it into her cleavage, and
walked down stairs to make her “menfolk” something nice and soothing to drink.
“That three-sixty was KILLER,”
“Yeah, did you see the way I
edged off the side wall?” said Eric.
“Totally. You’re like a god, or
something. Next time you’ll show me how to do that,” remarked Ron
The two teens were gabbing in
the hallway. Ron, Crystal’s
boyfriend, had dark brown hair, a decent body, and clear tan skin. Eric was
somewhat shorter than Ron, had sandy brown hair like his father, and was in a
scruffy outfit, suitable for skateboarding. You’d never guess that his father
was a billionaire.
Crystal stopped in front of
them. “You two totally look like you could use something to drink. I was on my
way to fix myself a Coke Zero, care for something?”
“Thanks, hon,” said Ron. “I’ll
have one too.”
“Like get me a soda now, woman!”
commanded Eric, snapping his fingers. Crystal
stuck her cute little pink tongue out at
him. He returned the gesture. Crystal
kissed Ron on the cheek, pivoted on her heel and walked away. Crystal decided she was going to humiliate
and punish Eric the most, the little brat.
“Dad, can I freshen your drink?”
she said loudly.
“Sure, honey, if you wouldn’t
mind. There’s a pitcher in the fridge.”
Several minutes later Crystal returned, the
little vial between her breasts now empty. “Here you go, dad.” She watched him
take a long, sustain drink.
“Thanks,” he said, never looking
up from his monitor.
Then she walked into the living
room where the two boys had settled down into an Xbox 360 game. She set the
drinks down in front of them. Both boys grabbed their soda’s and guzzled them
smiled to herself. Mrs. Vanders had said it would take 15 minutes for the
powder to take effect, so all she had to do now was wait. In the mean time she
would make a call to her aunt Teresa. Teresa was a plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills, and
wealthy in her own right. She was also a man-hating, ballbusting lesbian, and Crystal had no doubts that she’d be only too happy to come
and fix up three men once Crystal
was done with them. Crystal
also had time to set up the video camera so that she could blackmail her
brother with the footage.
Crystal looked down at her pink
Versace watch. The fifteen minutes was up. She walked into the living room.
Both boys were playing their game. Now it was time to see if all those zero’s
she'd paid would pay off.
“So boys, how you feeling?”
“Fine,” they both said. The were
both wrapped up in their game, but their voices had a slight "zombie"
quality to them, like they weren't all there. Crystal decided to test her video camera
first with some old fashioned humiliation. She turned it on and said to Eric,
"Eric, tell me how much you love to suck cock and balls."
To her surprise, Eric dropped
his controller and turned to face her.
"I LOVE to suck cock and
balls," said Eric in a completely deadpan voice.
"OK," said Crystal, "Tell Ron
how much you want to suck HIS cock and balls."
Eric reached over to his friend,
who was still playing, and rubbed his basket. "I want to suck your cock
and balls, Ron," said Eric in a seductive voice.
"Ron," said Crystal, "Let Eric
play with your nuts and cock."
"OK." he said simply.
He dropped his controller too and unzipped his fly. As usual the horndog wasn't
wearing underwear, and with gentleness Eric reached into Ron's pants and pulled
out the boy's equipment. Then, as Crystal
zoomed in with her camera so she could film the action, Eric leaned over and
began to gently lick and suck on Ron's cock. Naturally, it began to harden.
"Take it all in,
Eric," said Crystal.
"I want to see you deepthroat that thing."
"Mmmmhmmm," said Eric.
He began to give Ron head, and Ron moaned. Crystal had seen his dong plenty of times,
but never this big and engorged. It was as big as a dick could possibly be, and
suspected it was the Powder's effect.
"Eric, squeeze his balls
too, like you're trying to pop them."
replied, his mouth filled with man-meat.
"Awww FUCK, my nuts,"
moaned Ron as Eric began to squeeze one nut in each of his hands.
"Do you like that,
Ron?" asked Crystal.
"Tell the camera how much you love having your dick sucked and your balls
"Oh yeah, it's great. Eric
has a great mouth and . . . 'nnnnngggg' . . . FUCK my nuts feel so good being
"Tell him to squeeze
"FUCK. Eric squeeze me
harder, make my nuts mush." Eric really bore down on the twin gonads. Ron
began to cough, and using her hand to lift up Ron's shirt, Crystal got a close up of his muscular abs
rippling from the nut-pain. Meanwhile, Eric was really using his mouth to good
effect as he gave Ron an expert blowjob. Crystal
giggled. It was great to see her lame-ass brother worship some other guy's
prong. He'd never live this down. The little twerp considered himself to be a
real lady's man. She could blackmail him with this for the rest of his goddamn
"Ron, are you getting close
to cumming?" she asked her boyfriend. She knew from experience that Ron
had a short fuse.
"Oh yeah, nnnnnmmmm, CRAP
this is so hot. SHIT that hurts."
"OK, then. Eric stop what
you're doing and get undressed I only want your socks on."
Eric stopped sucking instantly
and scrambled on the couch to get undressed. He pulled off his shirt, then his
pants, shucked off his shoes and slid down his underwear. He was sporting a big
ol' woody too.
"Ron, since Eric was so
nice as to worship your manhood, why don't you return the favor? But before you
do, give him, like, lots of passionate kisses."
The two teens were best friends,
but neither of them would in their entire life would want to french kiss each
other. But, thanks to the Powder, they had no choice. Ron grabbed Eric by the
back of the head, and pressed his lips to Eric's, plunging his tongue deep down
the other boy's throat. It was hot. It was steamy. It was electric. They were
really macking. In fact they seemed to be really into each other, one boy
naked, the other with his tackle hanging out and rigid prick pressed against
the other's. Crystal
began to get a little bit aroused herself. She briefly wondered if she should
start watching gay porn online. This was HOT.
"Ron, worship my brother's
dick and then jack it while you suck hard on his nuts."
"Oh YEAH," said Ron.
"Love to." Ron stopped kissing his naked friend, and leaned over. He
kissed just the tip of Eric's dick, gently tonguing his piss slit, and then
mouthing and sucking on just Ron's purple head and then letting the head pop
out of his mouth. Suck, *pop, suck, *pop. Then he ran his tongue down the
length of Eric's shaft to go and slurp in his dangling huevos. Ron's cheeks
bulged with Eric's two fat eggs, and with one hand he stroked Eric's rigid
Eric's boner was already leaking pre-jizz and Crystal zoomed in to see
it seep out in little spurting drizzles. Eric was groaning as Ron's tongue and
teeth worked over his balls. Ron was pulling them and sucking them hard.
"Ron, do those nuts taste good?"
"Mmmhmmm" he gurggled.
"Why don't you pick one and try chewing on it.
Eric, choose one of your nuts and BEG Ron to try and pop and eat it."
"Oh fuck yeah. OK. Ron baby, chew on my left
nut. OH yeah. Oh, it's so thick and fat and full of sperm butter. FUCK yeah.
Jeezus that hurts. Chew on my tough oyster and then swallow it and eat it. I
want it to become part of you. My little nut in your stomach." There was a
pause as Ron processed the instructions and then "AAAAAHHHHHHHH"
screamed Eric as Ron really did bite down hard on the big left testicle that
was between his molars. But testes are tough, and no matter how hard he chewed,
the damn thing simply wouldn't burst. Seeing this, Crystal told him to stop. She didn't want
blood and gore all over the place.
"Ron stop chewing on his balls. Get up and get
undressed except your socks. We're going to go into the living room."
Ron instantly stopped what he was doing and shed his
cloths. Soon he was just like Eric. Both had nice muscular bodies, lightly
tanned and smooth as butter.
"Follow me, boys," said Crystal. The three marched into where Crystal had set up a
still camera, on a tripod, and she told the two teens to get on their hands and
knees a short distance from it while she oriented the camera and focused it
properly. When it was just to her liking, she let it be and stood in front of
her brother and her boyfriend.
"Now here's what's going to happen. I'm going to
stand behind you and kick your heuvos and when I do you're going to bark like
the naughty dogs you are. Let's see if I can't rupture one of your balls and
turn you from studs into bitches. Understand? And no letting your faces drop. I
want you both looking into the camera while I punt you. I want it to capture the
faces you make when I flatten your onions."
Both boys bobbed their heads in acknowledgment. Crystal circled around so
that she could see their dangling scrotums and the vid-cam on the tripod and
chose her brainless boyfriend first. WHAM. A solid kick to his ball-sack. Ron
howled. She kicked her boyfriend between the legs again. SMACK. Ron gurgled in
the back of his throat in pain. Then Crystal
went sideways to kick her brother's balls, not just once or twice but six
times. Her foot almost hurt from connecting with his hard little balls. Stupid
boy. Stupid boy who ululated like a wounded wolf looking straight into the
couldn't be more pleased.
Back and forth between them, she went, occasionally
squeezing their ballbags to check for ruptures and herniation. 'None so far',
she noted. Both boy's bodies were covered in sweat both from the pain and as a
byproduct of the powder. For a full ten minutes the boys received an
unforgiving pummeling of their livelihoods just for their sister's twisted
sense of enjoyment. Finally Eric collapsed and actually wretched while Ron was
rolling on the marble floor whimpering as he held himself. Crystal smiled cruelly. This stuff was too
good to be true.
Leaving the boys to their own miserable states, she
walked into the adjoining room where her father was.
"Dad, like how are you feelin'?" she asked
"Fine," he said in a curious monotone.
"It's getting rather hot in here dad, why not
take off your pants and underwear."
"Good idea, sweety" The sexy 30 year old
set aside his laptop and stood up. He was already bare-chested and undid the
belt buckle holding up his khaki's. Then he pulled down his pants and his
boxer-briefs. Out popped his cock and balls. The very set that had given Crystal her life.
"Dad, get on your knees, put your hands on your
head, and BEG me to totally kick your big fat balls. Like, right now."
stood there, hands on her hips with a pout on her face, her injected plump pink
lips pursed in displeasure.
"Of course dear, anything you say. You're my
little girl, after all." The handsome man knelt before his daughter and
spread his knees. He wasn't erect yet so his dick somewhat hid a full view of
his balls. Crystal's
frown deepened. She yelled to her brother, "On second thought, Eric get
your nutsack in here and give dad a nice blowjob. I want him hard when I crack
Eric and Ron limped in, both holding themselves. Eric
got on his hands and knees, crawled over to his father, and gently sucked in
his father's dick. Ron just stood and watched. Crystal had an idea. She reached under her
dress and pulled her pink panties down and stepped out of them. She sat down on
the edge of the chaise longue and spread her own legs.
"Ron, come give me some pleasure with that
tongue of yours. I want that whirlwind tongue of yours moving at full tilt
Ron just nodded and kneeled before his girlfriend. He
stuck his head under her dress, between her legs and began to lap at her tight
pink Valleygirl twat, nosing it deeply. Crystal
moaned. So did her father. Her brother was doing his best to get his father
rigid with excitement. Even in such a large room, the smell of sex began to
permeate. You know the smell, that heady mixture of saliva, pre-jack and a
dripping honeypot. Musky and sweet.
In the middle of Crystal's pleasure, Eric's voice broke in.
"Dad's hard now sis."
Electricity was mounting in her mound. "Like
totally keep him hard. I'll deal with him in a second." Crystal used her hands to pull Ron's and head
and tongue deeper and deeper in her. Oh, the pleasure was pure liquid Ecstasy
(which she'd tried once at a rave she went to). Finally a shuddering and waves
of pleasure splashed all over her body like warm tingling lightning. Ron came
up for air, and Crystal
licked her moist pink lips. She used her hands to make Ron look up at her and
then she blasted his balls with her leg. The pain his eyes was amazing. He was
so vulnerable right now, both his balls and his face beet red from being worked
over. She kicked him again, and then again until he sagged to her feet.
"Eric trade places with Ron. Ron, go give my dad's
cock some desperate loving. And Eric I'm going to film you going down on
Both boys complied and soon her stupid brother was
worshiping her pussy just as Ron had. But of course she had her video camera in
one hand, and was able to film both activities.
"Dad how is Ron doing?"
"Mmmm. He's great Crystal. His mouth is warm and moist and he
has great suction."
"Excellent. Eric, tongue me better than that or
I'll make you suffocate. Yes, that's better. Oh yes, mmmmm." Crystal was bucking her
hips into Eric's face while David, her father, was bucking his hips into Ron's
face. Soon she was in the throws of another orgasm, from her brother's
stimulation and she made sure to focus on her brother's face between her legs
and the grunts he was making trying to please her.
David was moaning in pleasure, but Crystal would soon change that. When she'd
had enough of Eric's pleasuring she got up. "Eric, Ron, Dad, on your hands
and knees and spread your legs for me."
All three males were rock hard and eager to please
their tormentor. Crystal
set up the still camera again, and then proceeded to kick them in the balls for
about a half hour. She drove the hard pint of her high heels into their
vulnerable heuvos. Their nuts bounced, their erections waggled back and forth
and their faces displayed their pain for the camera. it was wonderful! Well for
least. Eventually she stopped and took a breather while the men held themselves
and moaned. Eric was actually crying a bit, and Crystal zoomed in on the tears on his face.
After today, Eric wouldn't never again be able to claim he was a "super
Crystal got a glass of water for herself, and some ice
cubes. She sipped the water and ran the ice over her breasts and popped them
inside her pussy to cool herself down. Her nipples were as hard as rocks, and
her cunt was a floodplain of moisture. Time to permanently cripple her father
and her brother. Ron she would leave intact in case she decided to marry the
big lug. She could always break him after their first child.
She walked back into the living room and snapped her
fingers to get their attention. "Dad and Eric sit with your butts on the floor and spread
your legs for me." Holding the camera in one hand she walked up to Eric.
"Tell me which testicle I should burst Eric."
The brown haired boy looked up at her "Which
ever one you want sis." Crystal
jammed her foot into his junk. "No, I want YOU to choose. Tell me which
nut to crush and how much you want it destroyed."
"OOOOPPHHH. Ok," he croaked, "I guess
you should destroy my big ol' lefty. It's my favorite nut and I think it should
"And . . . ?" Prompted Crystal, jamming her foot into his package
"And I really want you to pop it, sis,"
said Eric as he licked his lips. "See, I'm all hard and excited that
you're going to nut me, sis. So please do it now, and make it painful."
"Like I totally will," she replied with a
cruel grin. Crystal
stepped down on his left ball and began to grind it into the unforgiving marble
floor. Be fat ball squished flat and ballooned at the edges. Eric squealed like
a stuck pig. It was wonderful. Crystal
could feel his manhood going flatter and flatter and she pressed and twisted
the toe of her shoe to make the testicle's destruction as painful as possible.
Flatter and flatter it went and Eric's whine got higher and higher pitched, but
to actually record the testicle's pop so she stuffed her panties into his mouth
so that they all could hear it. And it happened several minutes into her
crushing it. A soft little "POP" could be heard and then his nut's
contents oozed into his scrotum. Eric's eye's rolled back into his head and he
fell back into a dead faint. Now it was time for David to lose a nut.
Leaving her lame brother comatose, she walked over to
her father. She stood between his legs and stepped out of her high heels. Now
she was just in her little pink fluffy socks, and she placed her right heel
over his right testicle. She bore down on the nugget.
"Tell me what it feels like, daddy, to burst your
"Oh SHIT that hurts so much, honey. It's like my
whole world is coming to an end."
"It is father. I promise you after this month,
your reproductive life will totally come to an end." She ground her heel
into his soft ball until it too burst with a "POP" but she wanted to
hurt him even more so she stomped down on the squishy little thing for quite a
while, the camera picking up the squelching noises it made as it was turned to
goo. It wasn't too long before her father passed out as well, and she let him.
Crystal walked over to Ron and told him to stand up and let
her have access to his nuts, which he did. She then proceeded to knee his puny
nuts until he too fainted. She was surrounded by hunky guys who'd passed out,
naked, on the floor, with huge, puffy, swollen scrotums. It was wonderful. Crystal filmed their
supine forms and then turning off the camera she went upstairs to have another
shower and to clean up their mess. But . . . . she was already thinking about
her next trip to the boutique to buy more of the Powder of Submission.