Just Desserts

JUST "DESSERTS"

The lighted restaurant was empty except for Ellen, a strikingly beautiful woman with raven 

black hair, a trim hard body, and long, long, wonderfully gorgeous legs. Wearing a short 

black dress with black high-heeled shoes, she sat on a chair with her sexy legs crossed. 

Ellen was waiting for Phil, the restaurant's owner, to arrive. Phil had called Ellen, who 

worked as a food critic for a local paper, to his restaurant so they could disc uss her 

negative review of his place.

Walking into the room, Phil walked swiftly toward Ellen. "Bitch!" he said with an angry 

look on his face, "I didn't call you here to talk about your lousy review. I called you here to 

batter your pretty face to a fuckig pulp!" Moving in on her, he grabbed her hair with his left 

as he cocked back his right fist to punch her in the face. 

Still sitting with her legs crossed, Ellen quickly aimed a powerful kick between Phil's legs 

with her top leg. Her hard instep connected solidly with his balls before he could throw his 

punch. Moaning loudly in agony, Phil released Ellen's hair and doubled over. With pain 

shooting through his body from his groin, Phil was not sure he understood what had just 

happened.

Without moving from her chair or changing her position, a calm Ellen reached out with 

both hands and grabbed the doubled-over and moaning Phil by the hair . She pulled his 

head toward her and positioned his face directly above her lovely knee. Still holding him by 

the hair with both hands, Ellen lifted the head up as high as she could and brought it down 

hard against her knee. The power of the blow broke Phil's nose. Stunned and bloodied, 

Phil fell backward to the floor. As he struggled to stand up, Phil looked at Ellen, who was 

still calmly sitting in her chair. She seemed amused with the trouble Phil was having 

regaining his footing. He couldn't believe that she was beating him in a fight without even 

standing up! 

Pushing her beautiful hair back with one hand, Ellen rubbed her knee with the other. 

"We'll see what gets battered to a ‘fucking pulp' when this is over, wimp." she said. With 

that, she finally stood up. Hands on hips, she walked slowly toward Phil. The slowness 

allowed him time to stand up, though he remained unsteady on his feet. Desperate, Phil 

took two or three wild swings at Ellen. She dodged or blocked his awkward attempts to 

strike her. Before he could swing at her again, Ellen gave Phil a hard, backhand slap across 

his face that sent him reeling backwards against a wall.

The stinging blow put an abrupt end to his pitiful attempts to fight back. Walking up to 

Phil, Ellen placed her hands on his shoulders and pinned them to the wall. "Now you'll see 

what the ‘weaker sex' can do!", she chided with a sly grin. She then began delivering a 

series of hard blows to his nuts with her knee. Each time her knee struck his midsection, 

Ellen counted out the strike, "One ... two ... three ...". Each count was followed by a 

grunt of exertion by Ellen and a shrill cry of pain by Phil.

When she got to six, Ellen took her hands off Phil's shoulders and let him crumple to the 

floor in an agonizing heap. As a floored Phil rolled back and forth on his back, wailing 

loudly in pain, Ellen stood over him and savored his suffering. "Ooohh! Did I hurt you?" 

she said in a teasing voice. She then reached down, grabbed his legs and held them up and 

apart like a wishbone.

"No...no, please!", Phil begged. Ignoring his cries, Ellen started to raise her foot to stomp 

on his balls a few times and finish him off. Before she could stomp on Phil's nuts, 

however, someone grabbed her from behind. Two of Phil's male employees had being 

working late in the kitchen. Hearing the noise of the fight, they walked into the restaurant. 

Seeing their boss in trouble, they decided to help out. One of the guys, Ed, held Ellen 

while the other, Tom, helped Phil to a chair.

Ellen was at first startled, but soon started to assess the new situation. "Let's see what 

we've got here." she thought to herself. She didn't have to wait long.

"You're a scrappy little honey." Tom said, "You're gorgeous, too. Are we ever going to 

have fun with you!". Ed twisted Ellen's arm behind her back while Tom moved in front of 

her. "You sure did a number on the boss, Tough-girl. It's your turn to get battered now!" 

he said as he held his fists up to her face. He cup his left hand under her chin to steady her 

head. "It's going to be a shame to mess up that pretty face.", he said in m

ock concern.

Tom spread his legs apart and reared back his right fist to punch Ellen. Before he could hit 

her, however, Ellen unleashed a powerful kick to his groin. Her savage kick smashed his 

testicles so badly that Tom fell to his knees and pitched forward toward Ellen, dazed and 

delirious with pain. As he fell toward her, Ellen caught him in the face with her knee, 

smashing his cheekbone. Tom curled up on the floor with his hands grasping his nuts. He 

was definitely done for now. 

Shocked by the ease with which Ellen dispatched Tom while being held, Ed loosened his 

grip on her arm. Sensing this, Ellen pulled her arm free. She then threw a wicked elbow to 

Ed's stomach, knocking the air out of him. Without turning around or losing momentum, 

she followed up with a jarring fist-strike to his jaw that stunned Ed and made his knees 

buckle. Finally, she brought her hand down between his legs, smacking his balls hard and 

grasping them tightly. "You've grabbed a tiger by the tail, dudes!", she said to a pounded 

Tom and a choking Ed. 

"Now I've got you by the balls. When I get through with you, you're going to wish you'd 

been born without them!" Still holding Ed by the jewels, she started dragging him toward 

the wall. 

"I wasn't going to hurt you! Honest!", a repentent Ed protested as Ellen mercilessly pulled 

him forward.

Arriving at the wall, Ellen shoved Ed up against it and proceeded to knee his groin several 

times. After her fifth knee-strike she pulled Ed away from the wall by his hair and got 

ready to punish him some more. However, Ellen noticed that Tom had begun to recover. 

She grabbed Ed by his now swollen testicles and ball-marched him over to where Tom was 

trying to get up. "You boys don't give up, do you?." she said. "If you knew what's good 

for you, you'd stay down." 

While still holding a moaning and pleading Ed by the balls, Ellen landed a solid kick to 

Tom's face that not only kept him from getting up, but busted his jaw and laid him out. As 

Tom laid on the floor spread eagle, Ellen gave him a finishing stomp between the legs. His 

body convulsed for a few seconds and then went limp. "One down, two to go." she said.

She then turned her attention to Ed, who was now crying quietly and not resisting her 

grasp on his balls. She released the balls, turned to face him and landed a powerful kick to 

his groin. Ed let out a loud grunt as his eyes rolled back in his eyelids. The force of the 

kick lifted him off the floor and doubled him over. Ellen then grabbed him by the hair and 

brought her knee up to meet his face with a sickening thud. For good measure, she 

straighten Ed up by his hair, gave him a goodnight wink, cocked back her right fist and 

unleashed a vicious sock to his jaw. She grinned with satisfaction as she saw his eyes glass 

over and watched him stagger around a few seconds before sinking to the floor for the long 

count. "Two down, one to go." she declared. 

Ellen stood still momentarily to admire her handiwork. Her two vanquished opponent's 

faces sported cuts and bruised. The swollen bulges between their legs indicated that their 

balls had fared far worse than their faces. Not resisting the temptation, Ellen pulled down 

their pants. After gazing in satisfaction at the two bruised, bloodied, unconscious males 

lying before her, with their severely swollen and crunched testicles, her attent ion turned 

back to Phil.

Where was that coward? Looking around the room, she saw that he had partially recovered 

and was cowering in a corner. Hands on hips, she sauntered toward him. She stopped in 

the center of the room and beckoned to him with her finger. "Come to mama, little man. I 

have something for you.", she teased. He didn't move. "Don't make me have to come over 

there to get you!", she threatened. 

A scared and softly sobbing Phil moved toward Ellen. Unable to walk upright because of 

the swelling between his legs, he had to practically crawl to her on all fours. Finally 

arriving at Ellen's sexy yet deadly legs, he began to plead for mercy. "You win, Ellen, 

please!" he begged, "You've beat us! Please don't hurt me any more! You're too much for 

us! Please!" He threw his arms around her shapely legs and began kissing her feet.

"Why Phil," she said sweetly, "you don't expect me to not finish a job, do you?". Then her 

voice turned cold and foreboding, "I want to make sure that you and your boys never raise 

your hand to a woman again. If you do and I find out about it, I will find you and destroy 

whatever is left of your manhood after tonight." Ellen kicked Phil in the face, knocking him 

away.

"I'll never touch a woman again! I promise! Please! No more fighting! 

No more!" Phil cried. Ignoring his promises and pleas for mercy, Ellen grabbed Phil's legs 

and spread them apart. She violently stomped his balls two or three times. Phil's pleas and 

screaming grew louder. 

Ellen released Phil's legs. He continued screaming and rolling back and forth on his back 

on the floor, trying to grasp his swollen crotch. 

Before he could, Ellen delivered a final ferocious kick to his balls, causing him to 

momentarily sit upright. Walking up to him, Ellen grab his hair with one hand to steady 

him and leave him in the sitting position.. She then hit Phil's face with a brutal right cross. 

The sudden silence following the sound of her punch indicated to Ellen that Phil had finally 

gone to oblivion. "Three down, none to go", a satisfied Ellen said.

Ellen now pulled Phil's pants down and checked on his swollen scrotum. 

She had outdone herself with Phil. Placing her high-heeled foot on his vanquished crotch, 

Ellen held her fists in the air in victory. She dusted her hands in ceremonious triumph as 

she surveyed the limp, ball-busted male bodies around her. Ellen then executed a slow, 

sexy strut back to her table to retrieve her purse. She looked at her watch. There was still 

time to meet her boyfriend at his place. A peek in her compact mirror showed that she had 

barely ruffled her hair, though she had worked up a bit of a sweat that caused her make up 

to run some. Her fists, knees and feet ached a little from distributing so much punishment.

No matter. There would be no going out tonight. The evening's activities had made her hot 

and Ellen and her boyfriend would be staying in. Her boyfriend will agree with that, if he 

knows what's good for him. Tonight Ellen was not going to take shit from any man! With 

one last look around to make sure that no one was in need of further services, she turned to 

he door and was gone.