Part 6
Sarah ran up to Alice, panting. She was almost doubled-over, hands on her knees, gasping for breath.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” Alice asked her friend.
“Yeah,” she panted. “Just…need…a…moment. Alice waited patiently. Sarah was one of the few people in the world that Alice genuinely cared about. “Okay,” Sarah finally said. “I ran all the way to find you.” She looked at her BFF and asked “Have you met Molly?”
Alice shook her head. “Who’s Molly?”
“The new girl. She just transferred. Rumor has it she was expelled from her last school for kicking a boy in the balls so hard that both of his nuts ruptured.”
Alice sighed in pleasure. “Ah, that’s the dream. Boys want to bust a nut and I just want to bust their nuts. I think I should meet this Molly. I think we could become friends.”
“From what I heard, she’s only been here one day and already got six boys in the balls.”
Alice whistled. “Wow. I’ve never done that many in one day. Maybe six balls total, but not six sets. I definitely have to meet her.”
Sarah shook her head. “No, she doesn’t want to be your friend. She’s your competition.”
Alice gave her a confused look. “What are you talking about? What competition?”
Sarah looked at Alice with a look of mock disappointment. “Oh come on Alice. You know perfectly well what I’m talking about.” Alice did have a bit of a reputation for destroying testicles. She had only had one boyfriend and by the time the poor boy broke up with her, he was speaking in a soprano voice. The soccer coaches asked her every year to join the team because they knew about her kicking power. Hell, Alice even did a science project one time about ballbusting. She herself was slightly surprised she hadn’t been expelled yet. “Everyone knows you’re the queen of kicking nuts. Molly wants to take your title from you.”
Alice narrowed her eyes. “It’s definitely time to meet this girl.”
* * *
During lunch period, Sarah pointed out Molly to Alice. It wasn’t hard to figure out which one she was. Not only was she the only girl that Alice didn’t recognize, but she also currently had Jimmy Parson’s crotch firmly in her clenched fist. The boy was on his tip toes with an agonized expression on his face. They saw one of Jimmy’s friends attempt to pull Molly off him, but he was quickly dispatched with a backwards kick between his legs. He “oomfed” and went down to the ground in a fetal position.
“You must be Molly,” Alice said, walking up to her potential rival.
“And who are you, bitch?” Molly asked, still crushing Jimmy’s nuts. He looked like he was about to pass out.
“I’m Alice.”
With a crunching sound, Molly finally released her hold on Jimmy, who collapsed to the floor as some other boys gathered around him and his friend. She turned to Alice and said with a haughty look. “Oh, so the so-called queen of ballbusting. They talk about you at other schools, you know. Frankly, I’m not impressed. Back at my school, if I told a boy to give me his lunch, he didn’t complain that this was his special diabetic food. He gave it to me, and thanked me for the opportunity to feed me. But these boys? They have no fear of girls.” She spread her hands, gesturing around. “It’s not entirely your fault. All the girls should be doing this. For too long males have dominated women, and it needs to end. And I’m going to take back power one testicle at a time.”
Alice rolled her eyes. “Nice speech, drama queen. Don’t get me wrong. Boys have a major weakness down there, and it needs to be exploited more.” Almost as if demonstrating a point, she lashed out a fist at a random boy walking by and caused him to collapse to the ground, gasping for breath. “But I am the queen of ballbusting here and you had best not forget it.”
“We’ll see about that,” Molly said and strode away. She passed between two boys and lashed out both fists, getting them both in their baby makers. As the boys curled up in pain, one fighting back tears, Molly turned to Alice and give her middle finger.
“I hate her,” Alice said to Sarah. “She is going down. No one is taking away my title.”
“So what are you going to do?”
“Hit more boys in the balls than her!”
* * *
And so began a week of terror for all those with balls. Between Molly and Alice alone, forty-seven boys were ballbusted for the sake of the competition, plus three others that got their balls busted because boys were naturally idiots and deserve a good kick in the nuts. Molly and Alice had such a fierce competition going that the boys were starting to call out of school with the excuse of their balls being too sore and swollen. Finally, the usually overlooking Principal Kelly had to make an announcement that this practice needed to end before a boy was seriously injured.
“I guess I won,” Molly bragged. “I sacked twenty-four boys in the nuts. It seems you only had twenty-three. What a shame,” she snickered.
Alice narrowed her eyes and said, “Oh yeah? Hey Nick!”
A boy turned about and flinched when he saw who called his name. “No, please no. I’ve never done anything to you!” He backed away, but found himself with his back pressed against a locker.
“Relax,” Alice said. “Just calm down.” She smirked at Molly, then turned back to Nick. “This won’t hurt toooo much!” she said and drove her knee into Nick’s groin. For good measure, she ground her knee around, feeling his nuts being pulverized. She let go before she turned him into a eunuch and said to Molly, “Twenty-four!”
Molly was about to retaliate when a teacher came over and asked what happened to Nick.
“He snapped my bra,” Alice lied. “I had no choice but to defend myself.”
The teacher shook her head. “Would you like to press charges against him?”
“Oh no,” Alice said. “I think detention for the rest of the week will be enough punishment.”
“We’ll let Principal Kelly decide on that, but I’m sure he’ll be getting more than just a week. I’m proud of you for defending yourself.”
“Aww, thank you,” Alice said blushing. “Well, I’ve got to get to my next class now.”
“This isn’t over,” Molly hissed.
* * *
The next day at gym class provided Alice with the perfect opportunity to prove her superiority. They were playing dodgeball, and Alice had convinced Coach Johnson to allow them to play boys against girls.
“Okay, but you better not lose,” she said. “The last thing we need to hear is a bunch of little male fucktards bragging about how they won.”
Normally a teacher wouldn’t use a word like “fucktard” with her students, but Coach Johnson and Alice had a special relationship. Alice was typically one of the best athletes and Johnson was the only one who had convinced her to play soccer one year. Unfortunately for Johnson, Alice was too interested in kicking other types of balls. Coach always turned a blind eye to her testicle bruising habits.
“Don’t worry. We’ll win.”
Now wearing their required gym clothes, Alice sauntered over to Molly. “Let’s settle this once and for all. Dodgeball, boys against girls. Whoever nails the most boys in the nuts wins.”
“And what do we get for winning?” Molly asked her.
“Bragging rights.”
“That’s not enough.”
Alice thought. “Okay, the loser isn’t allowed to hit boys in the balls anymore.”
“No way!” Molly almost shouted. “No game is worth giving up that!”
“Why? You chicken? Afraid you’ll lose?”
“Oh, I know I’ll win. You’re on.”
With both teams lined up, Coach Johnson rolled a bunch of dodgeballs onto the floor, stepped out the firing lanes, and blew her whistle. It was a mad dash as boys and girls both ran towards the balls. Some scampered back, trying to be tactical with their throws. Others immediately fired. Alice was disheartened to see Molly already take out a boy with a clear shot to his gonads. He fell to his knees, holding his balls, howling in pain. Alice thought she saw Coach Johnson trying to hold back a smile. Anger fueling her, Alice picked up two balls and fired both at two different boys. She was naturally right handed and managed to get Tony Phillips between the legs. However, even though she picked off Tyler Morrison with her less dominant left hand, she missed his nuts and instead hit him in his thigh. She quickly dodged a ball fired at her head and heard a thump as the girl standing behind her went down hard.
Another boy howled in pain, and Alice saw Molly smiling triumphantly. Catching a ball in midair and firing it away, she took out another boy. Alice was amazed at Molly’s accuracy. “That’s three already,” Molly said.
“Shit,” Alice muttered. She had to pick up the pace. She saw a ball going towards Candice Spellman. Normally, Alice would have let it hit her, as she hated Candice. But in this case, she needed ammo. She caught the ball and hurled it back at the crotch of the shocked boy who had just thrown it. “That’s one less boy having kids,” she laughed.
The game went on and fewer and fewer players were left. Both sides were severely depleted, though only one had half their players in the fetal position. Alice winced as she saw Sarah get hit. She picked up the ball and tossed it to Alice, who angrily took out the boy who just picked off her friend. Another direct hit to the nuts!
“I’m up to eight” Molly taunted.
“Shut up,” Alice said, who only had six. There were only three boys left. She’d have to hit all of them between the legs to win. “Bullseye!” she said, scoring another hit. “Seven,” she said to Molly. Then Alice had an incredible idea. She dodged a ball and bumped into Molly, trying to make it look like an accident, which caused her to be pushed directly into the path of a dodgeball that had been fired at Candice.
Molly took the hit and went down. “You bitch!” she screamed at Alice. She jumped up and got in her face “You did that on purpose!”
“Molly!” Coach Johnson yelled. “You’re out. Go sit on the bleachers with everyone else who’s been eliminated.”
“Cunt” Molly said to Alice.
“Yeah, yeah, go on loser.” Alice waved her away dismissively.
“Thanks for saving me,” Candice said. She was then immediately hit by two balls and stomped away.
Just me and two boys left, Alice thought. It didn’t look good. She grabbed a ball and used it to first block a throw and then fire it at the now unarmed boy who had just thrown at her. He managed to jump over the throw, but Alice had already picked up another one and nailed him on the way down. He gasped in pain and held his aching balls. Just me and Aaron now. Aaron was good, real good. There was a reason he was the last boy standing. They traded throws several times, neither managing to score a hit. Finally, Aaron slipped and fell down. This gave Alice time to pick up two dodgeballs. As Aaron stood, he grabbed a ball. Alice fired one at Aaron’s head. He used his ball to block her throw, which was exactly what she wanted. With his nuts now unprotected, she threw the second one right at his crotch. He fell to the ground, tears forming in his eyes.
“That’s nine!” she said, jumping in the air. “I win! I win! I win!”
“You cheated,” Molly said. “You pushed me!”
“Oh, stop being a sore loser. You only got eight boys in the nuts and I got nine. I won. And just to show you I’m a good sport, I’ll even allow you to kick some boys in the nuts, as long as you ask me for permission first.”
“Why you little-” she started, but didn’t get to finish because Coach Johnson interrupted her.
“Principal Kelly wants to see you in her office. Now.”
“Ugh! What did I do now?” She stomped off towards the office.
“Congratulations,” Coach said. She glanced around the gymnasium. “There sure are a lot of boys that won’t be able to jerk off tonight.”
“Eww,” Alice said, a look of disgust on her face.
Coach Johnson just laughed. “Can someone call the nurse? Aaron and Marcus aren’t able to stand up.”
* * *
The next morning, Sarah came running to Alice again, panting hard again. “Now what?” Alice asked exasperatedly. “Did another wannabe ballbusting queen transfer here?”
Sarah shook her head. “No. Molly’s gone.”
“What?”
“Yeah. She got expelled already. That’s why she was called to the office yesterday. Jimmy Parson lost a nut.”
Alice’s jaw dropped. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. She squeezed them so hard that she caused one of them to rupture.”
“Oh my god,” Alice said. “Jimmy’s kind of cute too. What a shame.” The thought of his testicle exploding was going to fuel her own sexual fantasy that night.
“And if the rumors are true, this is the second boy she’s done this too. At least Jimmy kept a nut. The last boy lost both of his. Looks like you pushed her for nothing.”
Alice shrugged. “Molly was a bitch. She deserved to be pushed.” Then she smiled at her best friend. “I think this calls for a celebration. Pick any boy you want, and I’ll crack his nuts for you.”
“Well…I’m still annoyed at Johnny for getting the last bag of Doritos out of the vending machine yesterday.”
“Works for me!”
Part 7
It was the end of the school day and Ms. Galloway, the school’s top math teacher, just couldn’t wait to get home. She had a date tonight and had a feeling her fiancé might propose. But first, she had a “tutoring” session.
Knock, knock came the sound of the door. “Come in,” Ms. Galloway said. Two nervous boys walked in.
“You wanted to see us, Miss?” Robbie asked. His eyes darted, and he noticed two other people in the room. His face went pale, and his knees went weak.
Noticing his reaction, Stevie looked around and noticed who else was there. “Oh shit,” he whispered and looked like he was about to bolt for the door.
“Please, boys, take a seat,” Ms. Galloway said. One of the other figures, Coach Johnson, moved to the door and locked it. She pulled the curtain down over the window and then, for good measure, placed a desk in front of the door.
“W-w-w-what’s going on?” Robbie stammered. He sounded like he was about to have a mental breakdown.
“And what is she doing here?” Stevie demanded, pointing at the third person in the classroom. It was a girl known around the school for being merciless to testicles. The school choir had gained more than one soprano thanks to her.
Alice snarled. “Point that finger at me one more time and I’ll break it off.” Stevie quickly dropped his finger and rubbed it, as if imagining what it felt like to lose his finger. Coach Johnson smiled broadly, but Ms. Galloway was more rational.
She held up a placating hand and said, “Now, now, Alice. Let’s not start this meeting off with violence.” It’ll get there soon enough, she thought. “Boys, you’re both on the swim team and I know most of the girls in this school love seeing you in your speedos.” All three women laughed as the two boys blushed. “But you also are both in danger of failing math.” All three women scowled as the two boys put their heads down. “Normally, I wouldn't worry too much. I don’t expect much…brainpower from a couple of males. But there is a mandate throughout the school district that you must maintain at least ‘C’ average to stay on an athletic team.”
Coach Johnson interrupted. “That leaves two choices for you two idiots. Either quit the swim team or raise your grades. As dumb as you two are, you’re too good at swimming for me to let you quit. So that’s not going to happen. That leaves one option: raise your grace to a ‘C.’”
The boys looked at each other. They didn’t seem to know which part was worse. The constant berating of their intellectual abilities - by teachers, no less - or how they were going to raise their grades.
“You asked earlier why she was here. Well, Alice has agreed to help you boys raise your math grades,” Ms. Galloway said
“Yeah,” said Alice. “It’s time to raise your grades, instead of your dicks. I’m sure you both have hard-ons right now.”
The mere thought of boners almost made Ms. Galloway sick. Penises. Such disgusting organs. And to think, some women liked putting them in their mouths. The only place Galloway thought about putting them was down a garbage disposer, not that she would say that out loud in front of students.
The two boys squinted suspiciously. “How?” Robbie asked. It was the first time he had spoken in a while. “How is she going to help us raise our grades?”
The three women shared a knowing smile. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” Alice said evilly. The two boys gulped.
“Stand up and come to the chalk board,” Galloway told them.
She drew on the board. “Calculate the degrees of the angels” she pointed at various spots “here, here, here, and here.” She pointed to each spot. “You have two minutes.” When the boys started whispering to each other, Galloway snapped, “No talking. You each have to figure it out on your own.”
Alice stood the boys, stretching her legs. Johnson had taken a seat at one of the desks, with her arms and legs crossed. “Time is up,” Galloway said. She looked at their work and shook her head. “Astounding. Out of a combined eight answers, you boys managed to get one correct. And based on your work, that was sheer luck. Now, please remain facing the board.” She backed away and nodded to Alice.
Robbie was the one who got an answer right, so Alice rewarded him by starting with Stevie. She kicked him from behind right between his legs with all her might. Stevie screamed in agony and fell to the floor.
“What the fuck!” Robbie said, but before he could process what had truly happened, Alice ducked and uppercutted him in the crotch. She could feel his balls compress against her knuckles. It felt so good. Robbie let out a soundless gasp and stood there frozen for a moment, before finally grabbing his balls and falling to his knees.
Galloway sighed. “I thought we were going to work our way up to blows like this. Now look at them. Neither one can stand up.” She threw her arms in the air and glared at Coach Johnson.
Johnson shrugged. “I can’t blame Alice. She may have been a little overzealous, but she just wants to help other students perform better at school.”
“Exactly,” Alice said. She leaned down and looked Robbie, who was still on his knees, in his eyes. “Sucks to have nuts, doesn’t it?” When he didn’t answer, she grabbed his hair. “I said it sucks to have nuts, doesn’t it?” Robbie nodded, tears in his eyes. “You’d be better off without them.” She reached into Galloway’s desk and pulled out a pair of scissors. “Remove your hands, and I’ll fix the problem for you.
Coach Johnson took Alice by the shoulders and led her to a seat. “Chill out, Alice. I need these boys swimming in our meet next week. They’re two of our best swimmers. They won’t be able to do that if they’re in the hospital.”
“Fine, fine,” Alice said. “It’s just such a rush.”
By this point, Galloway had both boys on their feet, though both were hunched over, cupping their balls. “Next question. If train A is traveling at 80 miles per hour and is leaving from port C, and train B is traveling…" She continued reading the word problem, but the boys were in so much pain, they heard nothing. “Well?” Galloway asked. “What’s the answer?”
“Can you…can you repeat the question?” Robbie asked.
Galloway sighed. “Alice?”
“No,” Robbie cried. “Please.” He backed away, until he was against the chalkboard, with nowhere to go.
Alice strode up, and swept her arms under his, raising them above his head. Then she rammed her knee into his groin and began grinding.
Stevie watched in horror and started crawling towards the door. Coach Johnson smirked. “You really think you’re going to be able to move the desk out of the way, unlock the door, and get out here before anyone notices? Alice! Robbie’s already unconscious. Teach Stevie his lesson.”
Alice let Robbie fall. Galloway managed to catch him before he cracked his head on the floor. Alice kicked Stevie in the side, hard. When he rolled over in agony, she grabbed his legs. “I saw this in a wrestling match once,” she said. With Stevie’s legs held in her hands, she stomped down on his balls. Stevie gasped, but made no effort to cover his balls. Perhaps he was in too much pain to move. Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp. Pop! “Oops,” Alice said.
“Oops, what?” Galloway and Johnson asked.
“I think I popped his balls.”
Coach Johnson briskly made her way to Stevie, whose eyes had rolled back in his head. She undid his pants, pulled down his boxers and felt around in his scrotum. She breathed a sigh of relief. “He still has both. I think it was just his zipper you heard break. He should be fine for the swim meet next week.” She turned to Galloway. “This isn’t working. They’re too stupid.” Come on, Alice.” Then they removed the blockade and left the room.
Ms. Galloway looked at the two boys on the floor. What a mess, she thought. Poor Stevie still had his pants and underwear around his ankles. Galloway shivered. Such hideous things, the male genitalia. She looked at her watch. “Oh shit! I’m gonna be late.” She hopped over Stevie’s body, did a quick pulse check, then ran out the door for her date.
* * *
After all the pain and agony they went through, neither Robbie nor Stevie could swim at the next meet. They were both grounded for coming home from school at nearly 3 AM in the morning (it had taken that to revive and crawl home). None of their mothers believed the story that two teachers and another student had tortured their balls for fun. In fact Robbie’s mother was such a believer in tough discipline and so as punishment for her son lying, kneed Robbie in the nuts herself.
Part 8
It was a scorching hot day, but Alice was content. She was sitting in the shade on her front porch, a cool lemonade in one hand a testicle-shaped stress ball in the other. She was fantasizing about having an actual pair in her hands, squeezing the fertility right out of them, when a young man walked by her house. The man was holding the leash to a dog. Alice’s mood immediately darkened when she saw the dog squat on her front lawn and drop a deuce. The man and woman just kept on walking. “Oh hell no,” she said. She put down her lemonade and testicle stress balls and stomped over to them.
“Hey shit-for-brains!” she yelled.
The man said indignantly, “Excuse me?”
“Your dog just took a shit on my yard,” she said pointing. “And you were just going to leave it there? You know, there’s laws against that.”
The young man peered. “Oh, I see. Well, I don’t think my dog did that.”
Alice threw her hands in the air and practically screamed. “Well where the fuck do you think this came from?”
“That’s not my dog’s poop. I know what his looks like and that’s not his.”
“I saw him poop!” she yelled. “Pick it up before I…” She trailed off, so angry she couldn't even finish her sentence.
The man smirked. “Before you what?”
“I hate men so much”. Alice was fuming and couldn’t contain her fury anymore. It was hot, so the man was wearing some loose mesh shorts, and the target was too inviting. Her leg lashed out quick as a bolt, and her foot connected squarely with the man’s vulnerable balls. She reveled in the look of pain that spread across his face.
He mouthed a wordless “oh fuck”, and crumpled to the ground. Seeing its owner attacked, the dog went for Alice too. She was delighted to see the dog hadn’t been fixed yet. She kicked him in the nuts too. The poor dog couldn’t even grab his balls, like the man was currently doing.
Alice rolled her eyes. “Now, pick up your dog’s shit!” Huffing and puffing, the man pulled out a bag and picked it up.
A woman passing by walked over and put her hands on his shoulder.“Are you okay?” she asked.
“No, I’m not okay! This bitch just kicked me in the balls!” He looked at his whimpering dog. “ And she kicked Jack too!”
Alice waved her hand dismissively. “I did you a favor. Now you don’t have to get Jack fixed. I just did it for you!” she laughed.
She went back to the porch, wiping sweat from her forehead. As she sipped her lemonade and absently played with her testicle stress balls.
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