Ball stomping sister
By Derek Blake
Nick ran into the room, his friend Justin followed quickly behind and slammed the door. They turned to each other and laughed, a combination of fear, excitement and relief. They were playing a new and dangerous game with Justin's sister, Heather. The goal was simple - protect their balls from her.
It had started a week before when Justin told Nick that his sister had kicked him in the nuts. Nick didn't have a sister, and had never been kicked there, but he was fascinated by it. He knew, as all boys knew, that it was the worst possible thing that could happen to a boy. Hence, he feared it tremendously, as any boy would, but there was something else. A different side of him wanted to get kicked there. The mere thought of it brought as much excitement as it did terror.
He couldn't stop thinking about it all week. His fantasies had focused on Heather, as she was the only girl he knew who had kicked a boy there, and from Justin's tales, she had really come to enjoy it. It was now a daily routine in their house, she would try to kick her brother in the balls, and he would try to avoid her as much as possible.
According to Justin, Heather's revelation about boy's balls had come when they watched the movie Total Recall. The scene where Arnie was laying on the ground, and Sharon Stone stomped on his balls with high heels. Well Heather had a new pair of white high heels, and that scene had made an impression on her. She now wore them around the house all the time, and tried to introduce them to her brother's testicles as often as she could.
This was the first time since her revelation that Justin had a friend over. Justin had hoped that it would protect him. The day started normally enough, the two boys playing outside. But Nick couldn't get his mind off of Heather and her white high heels. He wanted so badly for her to slam her pointy toe between his legs.
He eventually convinced Justin that they should be mischievous and break into her room, which was strictly off limits. The two did. There really wasn't much of interest in there for them, it was all girls stuff. Justin grabbed one of her stuffed animals and was playing with it mockingly when Heather came bursting in. She looked at the two of them, fire in her eyes. She was wearing a skirt and white nylons. She looked to her heels on the floor by the closet. The two boys looked at them also, then ran out of the room. They ran to the bottom of the steps and stopped. What would she do? In no time, she appeared at the top of the steps, heels on, and came running after them.
The chase had begun. Obviously, the boys had a bit of an advantage since Heather was in heels, but she was an athletic girl, and getting used to the heels, so she was not far behind them. They ran down to the basement. She chased them in a circle around the room until she got Nick trapped in a corner. Would this be it? he thought. He even stood with his legs a bit wider than one would expect a boy to do in this situation. She approached him. Their eyes met, they stood there for what seemed like an eternity, then her eyes lowered down to his crotch.
Nick's excitement was now overtaken by that other emotion - fear. He may have had some weird desire that most boys did not have, for a girl to kick him in the nuts, but he was still a boy. He liked his balls, and he did not like pain. Everything he had ever learned told him that a kick to the balls would be the worst pain he would ever experience. And it may prevent him from having kids some day.
The terror overtook him just as Heather set her leg back and then let her foot fly forward. The pointy toe came flying upwards, but instead of piercing into a pair of testicles, it met only air. Nick had dodged the kick.
Heather was furious. Nick could see it in her face. When her foot was flying forwards, she had a look of determination and satisfaction. But it had been robbed from her.
Nick's flight instinct kicked in and he ran as fast as he could away from Heather and out of the basement. He saw Justin by the stairs. "Come on," yelled his friend. They ran back up the stairs and into Justin's room.
The boys were exhilarated. As most boys did, they found that a hint of danger made the game all the better. The two waited, but did not hear Heather in pursuit. There was no lock on Justin's door, so he held it shut. After several minutes, the two relaxed. The fear dissipated, and they began laughing and joking. Justin sat on his bed. Nick took the floor.
Now that the terror was gone, Nick found he was disappointed with himself for having dodged the kick. The desire began to build back up in him, and was stronger than it had ever been. Perhaps in a sub-conscious desire to re-enact that Total Recall scene, he laid out on the floor, legs spread out. It seemed that Heather had lost interest, but a part of him hoped that she would come and finish what she had started.
Heather was not the type of girl to quit. But she was becoming quite the hunter. She knew that sometimes waiting out your prey for the right moment to strike was the best strategy. Slowly she opened the door a crack and peered in. Justin's back was to her, as he was on the bed facing Nick, who lay in the centre of the floor, legs wide - a perfect target.
For Heather, too, that scene from Total Recall came flooding back in. This was her chance to nail a boy in exactly the same way. Her kicks on Justin to-date had all been standing kicks with her pointy toes. She had yet to stomp a boy's nuts with her devastating heel. The exhilaration flowed through her, and she readied to strike. She would only have once chance at this.
Nick was talking with Justin, when he saw a slight movement and saw that the door was open a crack, and was getting a little wider. It took him only a second to realize that it was Heather. And just as that realization hit him, the door flew open and she came darting into the room. Because he had seen her, he would have just enough time to roll out of the way. That is what his fear instinct was pleading with him to do. But the fantasy in his head had become too strong. He would not miss out on this opportunity to fulfill it, no matter how terrified he was of what was to come next.
So Nick laid there, did not move, as Heather came running in towards his spread legs. In two strides she was between his legs. This made him feel utterly vulnerable and helpless. She raised her right heel. To this moment, she had been focused solely on his groin, but time seemed to slow down, and for a split second (but what seemed longer) she looked at Nick. It was a look that said "I've got you. You are mine. There is nothing you can do to change this - only I can decide not to inflict this horrible pain on you." She saw Nick's eyes widen in terror, and projecting complete helplessness. It seemed to her they were begging, pleading for mercy. Then a smile came to her face, a smile that said, "But no, I am not merciful. I am going to enjoy every second of this."
And with that, her heel came crashing down. Nick's excitement and terror spiked to levels he had never before experienced as he saw the heel descend, like a flash, towards his most vulnerable body part. The white heel smashed into Nick's right testicle. The wind was knocked out of him in an instant. His vision went white, as if a flash of lightning had just went off in his head. He didn't realize it, but he had just let out a piercing scream. The heel continued downwards as Heather put all of her weight into it. Nick's testicle was now trapped against his pelvic bone. A great pressure now overcame him. Instinctively his body spasmed as it tried to relieve the unbearable pressure and pain. Nick thought he was dying.
Heather was transfixed. At this point, many girls would have jumped off, been scared, felt bad about what they had done. But she felt nothing but excitement and a desire to keep putting on more weight. She wanted to crush him.
Justin was in shock. In only a matter of seconds, the whole scene had unfolded, and now his friend lay screaming in agony, struggling to free his testicle from beneath his sister's heel.
The scene went on. Nick was crying and screaming, grabbing at her heel, trying desperately to move it. He looked up at Heather's face, pleading. But what he saw on her face was not mutual. There was no pity. She was absolutely enjoying this. She took in his pleading glance, but in return offered only an evil smile. She had him, and she was going to destroy his balls.
Finally getting back to his senses, Justin lept off the bed and tackled his sister, pushing her into the corner. They wrestled briefly, and Heather's knee came flying into Justin's balls. "Ahhhhhhh" he screamed in pain.
It was enough to make him back away in fear, and he got to his feet, but was cupping his balls, bent over, the pain coursing through him. It had been a hard, unforgiving knee that made perfect contact with both of his balls and flattened them between her white nylon-covered knee and his pelvic bone. He wanted nothing more than fall to the ground, curl up in a ball, and throw up. But his pain was nothing to that of his friend, so he mustered up his strength and stood his ground, standing guard over Nick, whose screaming and crying continued. Now that he was free to move, he began rolling around, too, in an effort to dislodge the pain, but to no avail.
Heather stood up. Her blood began to cool, and rather than strike again, she took in her handiwork. She had never nailed a boy so well. She couldn't believe the agony she had caused him. The best part is she hadn't realized that it would be so funny! She began to giggle, and then laugh loudly.
Justin stood there, despondent, cupping his balls, looking at his sister, in her skirt and heels. She didn't have a pair of testicles between her legs, he could not reciprocate the pain she had just inflicted on them. Heather took in the scene for another little while, but when she had eventually had her fill. Nick was now whimpering and crying on the ground, not rolling around anymore.
"It really sucks being a boy. I am so glad I'm a girl," she said, looking at the two, then down to her wonderful high heels.
And with that, she left.
She was done for now, but this would not be the last of it...