Deserted Island
By Bdanman
Part 4
Two days had passed since Amy's latest encounter with James' testicles and he had done nothing but lay around the campsite and nurse his swollen sack back to health. Little did the two speak over those two days, until Amy finally broke their frequent silence with a peace offering.
Amy bent down and peeked into their tent, to see James holding onto his balls with both hands and eyes closed, letting out painful sighs.
"Are they still hurting pretty bad, buddy?" she asked causing him to startle a bit.
"Oh... hey. Yeah, they are still pretty sore." he replied meekly.
"I'm sorry, James. I wish it didn't have to be like this..."
"Yeah... well that makes two of us then..." he replied laying his head back down and closing his eyes, letting go a loud sigh.
"Could I maybe...offer you a treat?" she asked putting her hand on his inner thigh, just inches from his resting cock.
"Does this treat involve you beating the shit out of my balls?" James asked in an abrupt tone looking over at her with annoyance.
"Come on, James. Don't be like that." Amy said as she slid her hand over onto his crotch.
"I'm serious, Amy. Don't touch my balls." he warned as he placed his hand over here.
"Just lay back, James. You earned this." she said softly as she shushed him with her finger and began to slowly pull down his shorts.
It took only moments for his cock to spring to attention and Amy gawked for a moment at his swollen, bruised testicles. She began to lightly run her fingernails all over his sack causing James to shutter.
"Please, Amy....Don't break them." he begged quickly changing his earlier tone.
"James... would you just sit back and relax, OK?" she replied reassuringly as she started to run them up and down his hard cock.
James hesitantly sat back once more as Amy leaned forward and spit on the head of his penis. She began to rub it in all over his cock and James began to moan at her sensual touch.
It had been too long since Amy found herself filled with a thick cock like James' and she soon found herself getting incredibly wet and turned on as she stroked it. Not attracted to James but rather her use of his ample tool, she often dreamt of sitting on top of it and riding herself to a mind-numbing orgasm, using and abusing it for her own pleasure. The urge was becoming more and more difficult to manage with every passing day on the island.
She looked down at his swollen, purple sack and bit her lip, contemplating delivering what appeared would be the final blows to render his balls completely useless. It was only his earlier pleads that caused her to hold back and refrain from unleashing the punch that would likely finish the job. After all, she was supposed to be offering him a treat and who knew how long she was going to have to live with the guy, she had thought to herself as she continued to stroke him.
In the midst of her deep thought she failed to notice the pace of his breath had picked up and his back had begun to arch as his moment of climax neared. It took no more than a few moments before James unleashed his heavy cum load onto his stomach and chest. Amy was in shock by the thick and creamy amount of seed still pouring out of him considering the damaged state of his balls.
Perhaps his balls weren't yet as damaged as she thought she pondered to herself.
"I really needed that, Amy. Thank you." he said looking up at her with a smile and placing a hand on her thigh.
"One of these days I'm going to have that cock of yours, James." she smiled back while proceeding to scoop up a glob of semen from his stomach and licked it off her finger.
"Mmmm and that's some good protein." she giggled as she scooped up another helping.
"You taste soooooo sweet. I guess it was those pineapples we found yesterday, huh?" she added as James remained hard as a rock as Amy swooned over his sweet seed.
"Uh, yeah....sure....I guess..." he stammered shocked by her actions.
"You know.... if things start getting really bad out here, I might have to start sucking you off for nutrients!" she laughed.
"I bet he would just HATE that, wouldn't he?" she joked as she grabbed his throbbing cock.
"Amy. I can definitively say that I'm on board with that plan." he smirked playing along with her.
"Something told me that was probably the case." she said as she lightly patted his swollen sack causing him to jump slightly with an audible wince.
"Whatever are we going to do with these?" she asked in a pondering tone as she began to hold his injured balls in the palm of her hand causing a look of fear instantly flashing in James' eyes as she inspected them carefully.
"Uhhhhh... what do you mean, Amy?" he awkwardly replied as she weighed them.
"I mean I'm getting tired of not having any cocks inside of me. What do you say we just finish these off? I could make it real quick." she said reassuringly.
"Then you can just fuck me all of the time. Wouldn't that be great?" she added.
"Amy.... I would love to... but...." he started to reply before being abruptly cut off by her hand beginning to squeeze down on his nuts. He froze up instantly unsure of what fresh hell could be coming his way.
"Oh, James. I don't want to starting hearing any buts... we had ourselves a fair deal, didn't we?" she replied calmly as she began to apply more pressure onto his balls.
Tears began to form in James' eyes as pain and fear seared throughout his entire body.
"You could just turn around and get on all fours, James. You won't even have to see it coming."
"One well-placed kick and your cock could be inside of me every day. What do you think?" she added not letting up on him.
"Amy...please...let go..." he replied softly struggling to get the words out.
"Or maybe it would just take a good squeeze!" she exclaimed as she clamped down on his right testicle causing him to let out a howl across the island.
"Please! Please!" he begged feverishly as she squeezed the remaining life out of his nut.
"Please crush it?" she asked with a smirk knowing full well what he was pleading for.
"No! Please!" he cried out.
"Calm down, calm down..." she laughed.
"I'm not going to crush your balls....I just want to take all of the babies out of them!" she said as she let go of her grip on him.
James instantly curled up holding his balls, tears still flowing down his face.
"I'll give you 2 more days, James. And then I will have that cock inside of me one way or another. Understood?" she said in a demanding tone waiting shortly for a response but one did not come from the broken man.
"I asked if you understood!" she shouted as she roughly turned him over onto his back and menacingly raised her closed fist over his groin.
"Understood!" he yelled out as he instantly covered his swollen balls with his hands, fearful for their existence.
Amy reached out and wiped up another glob on James' cum from his stomach and paused with her finger just shy of her lips.
"Wonderful." she smiled as she began to slowly lick his cum off of her finger.
Part 5
James stayed in his tent the remainder of the day and into the evening in a state of confusion and torment. Amy's appetite for his cock had become insatiable and her urge to finish off his balls once and for all had never been greater. He gently inspected his swollen, purple sack thinking surely his testicles could no longer produce a child after their many painful encounters with Amy's hands and feet. He contemplated several times just walking out of the tent, closing his eyes, and spreading his legs for her, but he quickly reminded himself of the immense pain and suffering that would surely follow.
"Maybe I can convince her that they've already been rendered useless" he thought to himself, mind racing as he weighed the options before him.
James gingerly made his way out of the tent and Amy was sitting by the fire attempting to break open a coconut with a rock and a stick that had been widdled down to a sharp point. He avoided eye contact with her as he walked around the tent and over to a nearby tree to relieve himself, but Amy had locked her eyes onto his swollen package as he walked, staring intently at his thick cock.
As James walked back towards the tent, still avoiding eye contact with Amy, she abruptly broke the silence.
"Can you help me break this coconut, James?" she asked in frustration as she slammed the rock down onto it.
"I'm sure your thirsty as well." she added.
"Uh...sure." he replied awkwardly as he walked over and sat down beside her on the log as she handed it and the tools over to him.
"Some nuts are just harder to crack than others I suppose...." she said with an evil smirk on her face causing James' eyes to flash with fear.
Amy belted out laughing at his reaction.
"My goodness, James. Take a joke why don't ya!" she exclaimed still laughing wildly.
James slammed the rock down onto the coconut in frustration.
"Easy for you to say. You're not the one who's walking around with two swollen grapefruits hanging between your legs." he replied candidly as he opened up his legs and looked down.
"Man...those things are pretty swollen." she said looking down at them in awe. They had seemingly doubled in size since she her last encounter with them.
"Amy...let's be honest. There is no way these things work anymore. You've put them through hell! I mean, just look at them!" he pleaded feverishly pointing down at his sack.
"I hear you, James, but how can I be sure of that?" she replied.
"Well when is enough, enough, Amy? Can you at least answer me that?" he asked impatiently.
"I don't knowwww, James!" she blurted out defensively.
"What so should I just plop them down on this log and have you finish them off with this rock then?" he scoffed sarcastically handing the rock over to her.
"I mean...are you saying that's an option?" she replied with a smirk.
"NO it's not an option!" he said quickly standing to his feet, now towering over her.
"You are sick in the head, Amy. Do you know that?" he added yelling down at her.
"Now James...this is certainly not the time for insults...." she replied in a firm but calm tone.
In a moment of pure rage, James did something he never thought he was capable of in raising his hand to a woman. Catching Amy completely off guard, he roughly smacked her across the face, causing her head to violently whip to the side. She instantly held the side of her face and tears formed in her eyes. James immediately regretted his actions and quickly began to come down from his anger, still breathing heavily.
"Amy...I'm...I'm sorry..." he stammered not knowing what came over him.
Amy quickly stared up at him with a look rage in her eyes, showing clearly through the tears.
"You bastard." she said staring up menacingly at James.
"Amy...I... I don't know what came over me." he replied still in a state of shock and confusion.
"Well James, let me show what's come over me." she replied softly under his breath as she quickly stood up and drove her knee up into James' unprotected testicles with as much force as she could muster. The force of her knee lifted James off the ground as he let out a blood curdling scream and she held her knee up into his balls, briefly admiring her handiwork as James' world collapsed around him. As she lowered her knee, James instantly melted to the ground, softly whimpering as he held his already battered balls.
"Touch me again and I'll cut them the fuck off!" she yelled down at the worthless heap before her.
"You know what, I can't even look at you. Get in the tent!" she directed loudly.
James was frozen in pain and he held himself unable to move. Amy quickly grew impatient at his lack of movement and she roughly kicked him in the side.
"You have 10 seconds to get to that tent, James or I'm going to start removing body parts." she warned.
James' eyes flashed with fear as he could only muster up enough energy to get onto all fours and he slowly began his short, but seemingly endless, journey to their tent. There was no chance of him making it over there anytime soon as he slowly crawled.
Amy stared down in disgust as his purple sack swung back and forth with each slow crawl forward and walked up behind James to give him some much needed motivation.
Eyeballing her ample targets, she kicked her foot out and up between his legs connecting with James' testicles with a loud smack, causing James to again fall down to his side in pain.
"You're not going to make it, James. Shall I take the right or left one first?" she asked as James slowly got up and started crawling again, tears flowing down his face.
She had to give him some credit as she thought that one would've finished him off for good. She eyeballed her targets once more.
SMACK!
A loud sound rang out as her foot connected flush with his balls once more causing him to scream and fall to his side yet again.
"Tick tock, James! Your balls are running out of time!" she yelled as James began to again make his way onto all fours with a look of pure anguish and defeat on his face. He began to slowly take his final steps now almost to the tent.
He had finally got to the precipice of the tent and took a deep sigh of relief when suddenly he felt a hard object crash up between his legs and into his balls with such force that he passed out instantly from the pain.
Amy had picked up a several foot long wooden log and swung it up between his legs as if she was trying to win the long drive completion at the golf course. The force of her swing sent him into the tent and into an unconscious heap.
With a satisfied look on her face, she spat down in disgust at the lifeless heap before her.
"Hit me again, tough guy."
Part 6 (Final)
James groggily awoke to see his balls not only still purple and swollen, but now also covered in dried blood as the rough surface of the log Sara sent flying up between his legs had inflicted little cuts all over his sack. After only a brief moment of inspection, he began to sob as he knew there was little to no chance his balls actually worked any longer after Sara's latest ruthless encounter with his testicles.
After gaining his composure a bit, he got up and limped out of the tent, each step causing him excruciating pain. He looked around for a moment before finally spotting Sara off into the distance collecting firewood. Just the mere sight of her resulted in rage as he imagined her earlier unforgiving pummeling of his balls as he helplessly crawled back to the tent.
"I'm going to do a lot more than smack that bitch next time I see her." he thought to himself as he fumed no longer having any interest in either giving or receiving any sexual pleasure from her.
James brooded out to the water to let the healing power of the ocean wash over his swollen and tattered ballsack. The cool water felt good in relieving some of his pain.
As he swam around for a bit, he spotted a now naked Sara making her way towards him as she entered into the ocean. Still in no mood for any interaction, he ignored her until she finally had made her way out to the point where he no longer could.
"What the fuck do you want?" he asked in an angered tone.
"I was just coming to see if you were alright." she replied calmly.
"Seeing if I'm alright? Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me, you psycho?!" he yelled unable to fathom the whole situation.
"You SLAPPED me, James! A woman!" she yelled back defensively.
"Well if that's the warranted reaction to a slap, I should probably drown your womanly ass here in the ocean for what you've done to my balls!" he screamed back.
"If you touch me again, I will fucking rip off your nuts and feed them to you. Do you understand me?" she said candidly with a dead pan look of seriousness on her face.
"Well if you touch my balls again, I'm going to shove my cock so far down your fucking throat, it's going to come straight out your ass!" he replied now blind with rage, holding back the temptation to hold her head under the water.
"I'd like to see you try..." she retorted calmly, as she turned around and began to walk back to shore leaving James fuming with her parting words.
Many scenarios ran through James' head as she walked away and his rage continued to grow and grow as he contemplated the traumatic and escalating events that had occurred thus far on the island.
"I need to do something about this before she does something really crazy." he thought to himself knowing that her actions have continued to escalate further and further in each interaction with his testicles.
Not fully thinking through his plan of action, he began to quickly wade out of the water, attempting to catch up with Sara from behind.
Through the loud crash of the waves hitting the shore, Sara did not hear the brooding man fast approaching from behind until it was too late. Just as she turned around, James came lunging at her midsection, immediately knocking the wind out of her as he drove her hard into the ground. As he remained over her, he reared back his fist fully intending to inflict more damage but even through Sara's struggled gasps to breathe, she took quick action in launching her knee up between James' legs connecting dead on with his swollen sack.
James let out a blood curdling scream as he fell off of her onto his side allowing Sara a brief moment to catch her breath and compose herself.
As Sara recovered enough to make her way to her feet, so now had James began to slowly get up. As he rose to his feet, Sara went on the offensive and began to take wild swings at him. James narrowly dodging her fists, delivered his a devastating blow of his own as he connected with a strong right straight into Sara's left breast, sending her reeling to the ground in agony.
"Looks like I've found a weakness, huh?" he smirked as he hovered over her though she only remained down for a moment.
"You're a dead man." she glared as she quickly got up and charged at him again.
Her rage impacted her accuracy and her attempts did not land, but James was yet again successful at sneaking in another hard blow to her breast, causing her to cry out and drop the ground yet again.
"Come on. Get up, Sara. Fight me like a man." he said jeering her on a bit.
Sara slowly got herself onto all fours and breathed heavily as she began to sit up, but her recovery was abruptly cut short by James foot coming crashing up between her legs and slamming into her pussy from behind. The loud smack emanated across the island as the two surfaces unforgivingly met.
"Oh! Right in the babymaker!" he laughed seeing his tormentor in agony on the ground.
Sara writhed around, never having experienced so much pain before in all her life. James was feeling quite satisfied with himself as he approached Sara and knelt down far enough away from her that a physical attack was out of reach.
"Maybe I should just hate fuck the shit out of you here on this beach." he said looking into her pain filled eyes.
Sara slowly started to rise, and while James stood up and backed safely away, he failed to notice Sara had grabbed a handful of sand. As she made her way to her feet, she again lunged at James and as he took a defensive position, she unleashed her fistful of sand up into James face, rendering him momentarily blind as the sand infiltrated his eyes.
He swung around wildly trying to fend her off, but his errant swings found themselves in the wrong direction as Sara reared back her leg and sent it flying up between James' legs from behind crashing hard into his balls, sending him straight down to his knees.
"Oh! Right in the babymakers!" she yelled down at him holding her crotch mockingly.
Seeing his incapacitation, Sara wasted no time continuing her attack as she threw her fist straight into James' nose causing immediate blood splatter and him to fall backwards unsure of which body part to nurse first. She quickly straddled James while reaching back and grabbing a handful of his battered testicles, clamping down as hard as she could on them with both hands.
James flailed and was unsuccessfully attempting to buck her off of him as she crushed his balls. He was just now starting to be able to regain his vision as the sand cleared from his eyes.
"I'm gonna end this once and for all!" she yelled mustering up the strength to squeeze down even harder on them, causing James to freeze up in a paralyzing amount of pain.
"I think I can feel them giving in!" she cried out excitedly as she looked down at the helpless man.
James' eyes went wide and he gathered up enough energy to launch his fist up at her already wounded breast. She cried out at the blow but her gripped remained steadfast.
James launched another blow, connecting hard. But it was the same result.
"Fuck you! I'm going to crush them!" she yelled down at him with tears of pain in her eyes.
James was starting to feel faint as the pain overtook his body and in one final attempt, he mustered up all the remaining strength he had sending his fist into her breast one final time.
The blow was devastating and Sara could no longer maintain her grip through the pain as she released him and fell down to her side, holding her injured breast.
The two battered island mates laid on the beach both nursing their wounds when suddenly both perked up as they heard the low hum of a motor seemingly getting closer and closer. As they looked up, a small boat was fast approaching with a larger boat far off into the distance.
Excited to see another sign of life, they both shot up temporarily forgetting the extent of their pain as Sara continued holding her injured breast and James still holding his injured balls.
"We're saved!" she yelled jumping up and down and waving her free hand.
"Get me the fuck off this island!" James cried out towards the boat waving his hands frantically in the air.
As the boat zoomed close to shore, the two ran out into the water towards the boat. On the small boat was a younger man in his 30s who had spotted the two from his ship through some binoculars. He dropped his anchor and awaited the two's arrival.
"Come on in y'all." the young man motioned with a smile not at all unhappy about a sexy, naked woman boarding his boat.
"Oh my God. Thank you!" Sara exclaimed as she jumped over the side and into the boat with James struggling to make his way in, causing the young man to rush over to help him in. As James flopped into the boat onto his back and legs open, breathing heavily, the young man couldn't help but notice James' swollen and battered ballsack. He'd never seen a sack the size of grapefruit before.
"Geez, mister. What the hell happened to those?" he asked pointing down towards his crotch not even thinking to first ask about how they even got stranded on the island in the first place.
"That fucking bitch over there. She's a damned monster." he replied pointing over to Sara.
"That little woman did that to you?" he asked in bewilderment as James shook his head in acknowledgment.
"Why the hell did you do that?" he asked looking for at Sara who had now turned ten shades of red.
"Can we just get off this island, please?" she replied avoiding the man's question.
"I asked you a question." he replied adamantly.
"Just let it go, man. Let's just get out of here." James interjected defeatedly as he held his balls and let out a deep sigh.
"Ok, man. Sure thing. Let's get you to a hospital." he replied as he fired up the engine knowing in his gut that something was really wrong here.
"I can't wait to get home, lay in my own bed, eat some food, take a shower, and mmmmm finally get a decent cock inside of me again." she said inadvertently thinking out loud in her excitement.
The young man heard her statement and shot her a weird look, but Sara was in her own world thinking about all of things she was going to do now that she would be off the island.
As the young man started to put the boat into gear and head back to the main ship, he realized he had forgotten to pull up the anchor.
"Excuse me, ma'am. Do you mind turning around and pulling up that anchor for me?" he asked.
"Of course!" Sara exclaimed as she jumped up and feverishly started bringing in the rope until finally the anchor was secure in the boat.
"Good to go!" she exclaimed.
As she turned around to sit back down on their journey back to the boat, she didn't know the young man had approached her from behind and as she turned his knee drove up between Sara's legs, smashing her pussy dead on with pelvic cracking force. James shot up from his resting position on the floor of the boat at her painful scream.
As Sara cried out in agony, the young man kept her upright by grabbing her under the arms to enable him to deliver his final sentiments.
"You'll rot on this island, you bitch." he said staring straight into her eyes before tossing her off the side of the boat and into the water.
The young man quickly ran back to the wheel and let loose on the throttle as the boat began to zoom away. Looking back he didn't see any sign of her, but didn't think there was any chance of her reemergence.
He didn't know Sara and she wasn't going down without a fight...
Unbeknownst to the men, she had managed to cling to the bottom of the boat and was holding on for dear life.
"Thank you. Thank you so much. She did this to me." James told the young man almost in tears looking down at his mangled testicles.
"Don't mention it. That bitch doesn't deserve to ever get off that island seeing what she did to your balls. I really don't care what you did, but no one deserves that."
As James laid back down on the floor of the boat and closed his eyes, Sara had worked her way up and peeked over the back of the boat and began to slowly pull herself up and over until she was onboard again.
As she boarded the young man was completely unaware of her presence and Sara quickly located the nearest object she could find, conveniently a large wooden oar.
Quietly picking up the oar, she crept up behind the young man slipped the end between his slightly parted legs, before forcefully driving it upwards as hard as she could smashing the unforgiving object into his crotch.
As the young man screamed and dropped to the floor, James had popped up from his laying position seeing Sara with an evil look in her eyes holding the wooden oar in a menacing fashion.
"Did you really think I was going to go away that easily?" she smirked looking down at the curled up ball of a man before her, holding his battered nuts.
Looking over at the steering wheel and turning the throttle down on the boat, she noticed a rifle and picked it up, instantly pointing it at James with the evil look still in her eyes.
"Sara. Please put the gun down. Think about this." he pleaded.
"Come over here and place your balls on this chair." she replied patting the captains seat of the boat and picking the oar back up, still maintaining her hold on the rifle.
"Sara. Please..." he continued pleading for the mercy of his balls.
"I said place your fucking nuts on this chair, James!" she screamed causing James to jump in fear knowing she fully planned to crush his balls once and for all.
"Place your nuts on this chair or this bastard dies!" she added pointing the gun down at the young man who was sobbing, seemingly still incapacitated by her blow.
"Ok! Ok!" he cried out as he got up and walked over to the chair and knelt down, not wanting the young man to lose his life to this crazy bitch.
He looked up at Sara and gave one last pleading look, but Sara jabbed the barrel of the gun down into the young man's side in response causing James to comply with her earlier instructions as he hesitantly placed his balls on the wooden seat.
"You're about to learn a valuable lesson, James." she said as she placed the gun down and gripped the oar, raising it over her head with both hands.
"Say goodbye, James." she smiled wide looking down at his balls.
Just before she was ready to unleash hell on James' balls, the young man had shot up out of nowhere and roughly yanked Sara's legs out from under her. Luckily for James he was able to remove his balls in time, as her forehead came crashing down hard in the exact spot his balls had once sat.
As blood gushed from her forehead, the young man stood up and grabbed the gun, instantly pointing it at her.
"Get the fuck off my boat, bitch." he demanded with one hand on his balls and one hand on the gun.
Sara began to sob as she held her bloodied face.
"I just want to go home!" she cried out.
James walked up to Sara and grabbed her by the underarms.
"You are home, you psychotic bitch." he said as he mustered up all the strength he could to heave Sara up and over the side of the boat, quickly leaving her in the wake and bobbing helplessly in the ocean.
James spit into the ocean, signaling his good riddance of her as he sat down and took a deep breath, releasing a sigh of relief.
"Don't worry. She's shark bait now." the young man said again taking control of the boat.
James sat back in his seat and cradled his swollen balls with both hands, taking a deep breath.
"God I fucking hope so." he replied with a deep sigh finally feeling a sense of safety and relief.
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