Alice's Ballbusting Adventures, Parts 1 to 5

Alice's Ballbusting Adventures, by Cypher4

“Hey Bobby. You know what my favorite musical is?”

“No, what?”

“The Nutcracker!”

CRUNCH!

* * *

“Hey Mark. I heard a new joke. Knock knock.”

“Uh…who’s there?”

“No more.”

“No more who?”

“No more nuts for you!”

CRUNCH!

* * *

“Hi Zack. You know why soccer is my favorite sport?

“No. Why?”

“Because we kick balls!”

CRUNCH!

Chapter 2

"What a shitty day this has been," Alice complained to her best friend Sarah as they walked home from school. "The vending machine in the cafeteria stole a dollar from me, I failed an algebra test, and I tore my brand new jeans. My mother is going to kill me when she sees this."

Sarah sympathized.  "I passed my algebra test, but only barely. It was all because of that boy Peter. He messed up the curve."

Suddenly, a roll of thunder sounded in the distance. "Fuck!" Alice said. "Now we have to walk home in this shitty weather."

Sarah shrugged. "It's not that far. We should be home before it rains too hard."

Alice practically growled, "I wish I hadn't gotten....up...today..." Alice began trailing off and she noticed something. Or more accurately, someone. "It's that little shit Peter. The one who messed up your curve."

Sarah peered. "Yeah I think it might be. So what?"

Alice had an evil glint in her eyes. She began walking towards the unsuspecting boy. "Peter!" she bellowed. 

The boy turned warily. "Are you talking to me?" he meekly asked. He had to be dreaming. No way one of the hottest girls in the school was talking to him. He felt his pants starting to get tight.

Alice noticed too. He's kind of cute, she thought. In a dork kind of way. And judging by the tent in his pants, she had his attention.  "I have something I have to tell you," she said in her sexiest voice. 

"Wh-wh-wh-what?" the boy stammered. 

This is too easy, she thought. Alice put her hands on Peter's shoulders and whispered in his ear. "You fucked up my friend’s curve and made her fail the test."

"What? No I didn’t…"

With her hands still on his shoulders, Alice jammed her knee up into the boy's nuts as hard as could. For a moment, Peter just stood there. It was almost as if the pain was so tremendous, it was preventing him from doing anything but stand there, slack-jawed. Finally, he squeaked out a high pitched groan of pain and went to grab his balls. But Alice wasn't having it. She pressed down even harder on his shoulders and forced her knee up higher and began grinding. She was dimly aware of Sarah off to the side, laughing her ass off. 

Finally, Alice's knee began to hurt, she withdrew her knee and watched him fall to the ground, hands clutching at his balls, as if that would somehow stop the pain. Alice looked at Sarah, who was now doubled-over in laughter and smirked. "I don't think Peter's had enough." She bent over and grabbed the poor boy's legs and raised them in the air. Peter was still holding onto his testicles.  "Do you want me to break your hands too? Help me out here Sarah."

Sarah managed to stop laughing long enough to come over and held his hands above Peter's head. Alice slammed her foot on Peter's balls as hard as she could and ground her foot like she was putting out a cigarette. Peter looked like he was about to pass out. Alice decided to give him one last parting gift before he went to sleep. With one foot still planted squarely on his nuts, she raised the other foot off the ground and put her entire weight on Peter's testicles causing him to finally pass out.

"Whew," she said, wiping her brow. "I really worked up a sweat."

"Is he okay...?" Sarah asked, peering down at him.

"He's still breathing. But I don't know if he'll ever get a boner again." Alice and Sarah laughed.

"I have something to tell you. I was going to say it earlier, but you had me laughing so hard I couldn't get any words out."

"What is it?"

"That wasn't the Peter who fucked up my curve! It was a different Peter!" With that, they both burst out laughing hysterically. 

"You mean he was just some random boy I just turned into a girl?"

Sarah nodded. 

Alice shrugged. "Oops."

"Well, do you feel better now?"

"A little. But this distraction means we're definitely going to get caught in the rain now."

"Tell you what. You know my brother Alex? He ate the last slice of his birthday cake last night even though he knew I wanted it. Mom said he was allowed to since it was his cake and I had already had three slices. Well, Mom's not home right now, but Alex will be."

Alice nodded thoughtfully. "Your house is much closer than mine. Let's skip the rain and go turn your brother into a new sister."

Part 3

This is embarrassing, Alice thought. After all the bragging the boys had done about their superior athletic ability, Coach Johnson had finally agreed to let them prove it. A girls vs. boys volleyball tournament. The boys were actually winning. The one boy Danny was killing them. Without him, the girls would be winning. Alice would almost hate Danny, if he wasn't so cute. In fact, she had a little bit of a crush on him. He was smart, polite, and the gym shorts gave a very clear indication of what he was packing down there.  

"It's not fair," Sarah complained. "They have all the physical advantages. Height, weight, strength."

Alice confided in her best friend. "Don't forget they have something else we don't have. Two little orbs hanging between their legs."

"Yeah," Sarah said, confused. "I had sex ed too. But I don't know why you're bringing that up. How is that supposed to help us beat them?"

"Funny you should say 'beat them.' That's just what I plan to do."

"What do you mean?"

"Just watch."

"Girls!" Coach Johnson yelled. "Are we going to play the rest of this game or just talk all day?"

"What do you expect?" Alex, an asshole boy everyone hated (including most of the boys), responded cockily.  "That's what girls do. They're all talk." Most of the boys laughed, except Danny. He's so sweet. Seeing the withering glare from their gym coach, Alex quickly added, "Um, no offense Coach Johnson. I didn't mean you of course. "

She hopped down  from her chair and stood chest-to-face with Alex.  She leaned over and whispered "Listen little boy. I agreed to let you have a shot to prove your point. But we all know that having a dick doesn't make you superior." Coach had her knee bare inches from Alex's nuts. "I'd be very careful about talking smack out here in a game that's all about smashing balls." Alex gulped nervously. "Do we understand each other?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied meekly.

Coach Johnson perked up. "Good." She climbed back up to her seat and said, "Let the game continue."

"What do you think she said to him?" Sarah asked Alice.

"I think she said what I'm planning to do.

"And what's that?" Sarah asked, exasperated.

"Just wait and see."

"Grrrr."

Alice bided her time, waiting for the perfect moment to nail that little prick Alex. In the meantime, she watched the boys score again. And again. And again. Fucking Danny, Alice thought. It'd be so much nicer if she was actually fucking Danny.  She was now directly facing him across the net, distractedly staring at his crotch as he moved around. I wonder why he's not wearing underwear. Not that I'm complaining. 

"Alright boys," the little shithead Alex said. "One more point!" He disgustingly grabbed his crotch. It was enough to banish all thoughts of Danny as she instead thought about destroying Alex's crotch. She watched as the two teams hit the volleyball back and forth, wishing fervently for the ball to come to her side of the net. Then it happened. The ball went over to the boy's side. 

It was almost in slow motion. She watched as Alex hit the ball to Danny, who leapt in the air to spike it. Alice timed it just right and reached under the net and plowed her fist right between his legs. She felt his balls go flat against her hand, giving her a rush of adrenaline. Danny let out a quiet little moan and collapsed to the floor, in the fetal position. The ball landed on the boy's side, saving the girls from elimination.

"Foul" Alex called! The boys all ran towards Danny, some seeing if he was okay, some trying to hold back giggles. The girls did not even attempt to hide their laughter, especially Sarah. Alice, for her part, was trying to cool herself down. Damn, that was hot, she thought.

"Coach!" Alex said. "Alice hit Danny!"

Coach Johnson smiled sweetly at Alex. "I didn't see anything happen. Alice, did you hit poor Danny?"

"No, Coach," she said innocently. 

"Girls? Did any of you see that?"

One of the nicer girls, Melissa, looked like she was about to say something, but one look from Coach Johnson shut her up. They all shook their heads "no."

"It's your word against theirs. I didn't see Alice reach under the mat and plant her fist directly into Danny's groin, making him drop like a sack of potatoes." Everyone seemed slack jawed at her vivid description. "Nope, never saw that all. It's a real shame though. It looks like Danny isn't able to keep playing, which means the boys have to forfeit. The girls win!" The girls all cheered.

"No fair!" Alex said. "We were winning and she cheated."

"It just goes to show," Alice said, sauntering over to Alex. "Don't mess with girls. We're way better at hitting balls." With that she slapped Alex in the nuts, hard. He made a choking noise and went to the floor. 

"Melissa?" Coach Johnson called out. "Would you mind going and getting the nurse? Tell her she might need a couple stretchers."

Part 4

“Okay, who would like to present their science project next?” Mrs. Adams asked.

Alice raised her hand and walked to the front of the class.

“Okay,” Mrs. Adams chuckled. “I guess Alice is going next. Whenever you’re ready, dear.”

“Thank you,” Alice said, smiling. She began passing out copies of her report. “My project is how many kicks to the testicles it takes to make a boy cry.”

“I don’t think this is an appropriate science project.” Mrs. Adams huffed out sternly.

“Well, it’s what I did my project on.” Alice turned back to the class and rolled her eyes. “As I was saying before I was interrupted, I theorized the average boy wouldn’t last more than three kicks to the balls.”

One boy in the class, named Evan, scoffed. “No way a girl could make me cry, even if she kicked my balls.”

“Well, dipshit, after my presentation, you can volunteer to be the demonstration subject.” The boy paled and sank lower in his seat. “That’s what I thought. Anyway, I tested my theory by randomly kicking ten different boys in the balls. It was hard to kick again at first because boys are babies and kept grabbing their nuts like a bunch of little wimps. So I had Sarah help out. Thanks babe!” She waved to her friend, who blushed and waved back. “Sarah held their arms back so they couldn't cover themselves up. I tried to kick each boy as hard as I could to make the test more accurate.” Some of the girls in the class nodded thoughtfully. Mrs. Adams sat at her desk, with her jaw agape, unable to believe what was happening in her class.

“My results are as follows: Three boys cried after only two kicks, those losers. Another three boys cried after three kicks. Two more cried after four kicks. And the last two lost it after five. My hypothesis was right as the majority of boys cried at three kicks or less.” She bowed and a few girls in the class clapped. “Thank you,” Alice said sweetly. “Now for the demonstration part. I believe Evan wanted to volunteer. Any other boys? I really want more than one set of nuts to kick.”

Mrs. Adams stood up. “No, that’s not necessary, Alice. We don’t need any demonstrations. In fact, I’ll have to talk to the principal about this project of yours.”

Alice was genuinely confused. “I followed the scientific method as close as possible. I don’t know why you’re upset. It’s not like I kicked you in the balls.” 

Before Mrs. Adams could respond, the bell rang and the class started packing up their things. “Okay, we’ll do the rest of the projects tomorrow,” Mrs. Adams told the class. She looked at Alice. “I’ll go speak to the principal about your project right now, I think.”

“Uptight cunt,” Alice muttered when Mrs. Adams was out of earshot. She saw Evan leaving the classroom and got a wonderful idea. “Think I can’t make you cry, huh?” she said to herself. She walked up behind the unsuspecting boy and…WHAM! Evan went down fast and hard. Alice practically fell to the floor laughing. “One kick,” she mocked. “One measly kick and you’re crying. Wow. Didn’t even need anyone to hold your arms back. One kick. I’m so glad I don’t have balls.”

Principal Kelly thought Alice followed the scientific method to the closest of her abilities and gave Alice an A. Evan received detention for disrupting a fellow student's presentation. He also spent an hour in the nurse’s office, with an ice pack on his groin.

Part 5

The boy was on his tiptoes, face grimaced in pain, a tear rolling down his cheek. Alice had her hand wrapped firmly around his nuts. “Now say you’re sorry,” she told the boy - she couldn’t be bothered to learn his name. The boy only croaked out a sob. Alice shook her head and somehow - surprising even herself - she squeezed harder. She didn’t realize her grip could get any tighter. “Say sorry” she said sternly. “And all your pain can stop.”

“S-s-s-s” the boy panted.

Alice sighed. “You’re starting to hurt my hand by making me squeeze this hard. In case you can’t tell, this isn’t a comfortable position.” 

Sarah tapped her foot impatiently. “Alice, come on. We’re going to be late for class.”

“If this dumb little shit would just say he’s sorry, we’d be on our way.”

“I don’t think he can form words right now,” Sarah said. 

Alice scrutinized the boy’s face. “Maybe you’re right. Can you speak right now?” The boy shook his head ‘no.’ Alice gave a long-suffering sigh. “Fine.” She released her grip slightly. “How about now?”

“Sorry,” the boy whispered, words coming between his sobs.

Alice leaned in closer. “What was that?”

“Sorry,” he managed to squeak out, but Alice continued to squeeze.

“Alllllice,” Sarah said, dragging the name out.

“Fine.” She let go of the poor boy’s balls. He let out a long exhale of relief, but it was not to last. Alice drove her knee into his groin. The boy didn’t grunt in pain; he was incapable of sound. He just fell to the ground in the fetal position. Alice turned to Sarah and they began walking away. Alice blew on her fist.

“Feel better now?” Sarah asked, chuckling. She glanced back at the boy, still on the ground, vainly clutching his injured testicles.

“Yeah, actually I do.” 

“So…what did he do?”

“What do you mean?”

“You made him say sorry. But I didn’t see him do anything. Why were you so mad at him?”

“Oh him? He didn’t do anything. I was so pissed off about waking up late this morning, then Mom gave me shit. He just had the unfortunate luck to be the first boy I could get my hands on. A good little ballbust really brightens up my mornings!”

“So why’d you make him say sorry?”

Alice looked at her friend like it was obvious. “I didn’t want him to know he was just picked at random. I had to make him think he deserved it.” They both laughed. Alice and Sarah made it class just before the bell rang. The boy walked into class fifteen minutes later with a slight limp and was given detention for being late.