Sadistic Stepdaughter

Sadistic Stepdaughter

By Bob

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Mark was enjoying a pleasant evening when his stepdaughter Sandra stepped into the living room. At 18, she was almost the complete opposite of her mother, Mary, Mark's new wife. Whereas Mary was tall and very fit, having been a pro soccer player, Sandra was a petite girl, standing at only 5.2 ft. Their only common feature was their chest. Mary owned the most impressive set of breasts he had ever seen, they were perfectly rounded and very perky despite their size. Sandra's were nearly as big but looked even larger on her petite frame and she seemed to like flaunting them at every occasion.

Tonight was clearly one of these as she only wore a flimsy tank top which left the bottom of her breasts bare, leaving no doubt that she didn't wear a bra.

"I'm going out" said Sandra while heading towards the door.

"Wait a minute, you are not going anywhere dressed like that! Besides your mother isn't here and she told me you weren't allowed to go out this week" said Mark while putting himself between the door and his step-daughter.

"You could get attacked by a pervert!"

"What's wrong with the way I dress?" asked Sandra while pulling a little on her top, which made her breasts move in a wonderfully enticing way.

"And I can take care of myself!"

Mark laughed.

"Look, you're only 5.2 ft and not very strong, if a guy manage to catch you alone he won't have any trouble doing to you whatever he wants!" said Mark while trying very hard not to let his eyes stray towards her chest.

"Ok, stop me then!" said Sandra while moving past Mark to open the door.

Mark caught her by the arm and pulled sharply to take her away from the door. Sandra, however, didn't seem fazed by his rough treatment and, instead of the fear he expected, just smiled and took a step back. She then sent her leg flying in an elegant arc between his legs, her shin connecting solidly with his balls. In the worst pain of his life, despite fighting it with all his might,Mark could only slowly fall to the floor, and quickly adopted the classic foetal position of a man stricken in his most vital place.

"See, I told you I could take care of myself" giggled Sandra.

"And I didn't even kick that hard! You should ask John if you want to know how it feels like, he cried like a baby" said his step-daughter proudly.

Mark couldn't help but being surprised, his 17 years old son stood at 6,3 ft and had been into karate for several years. There surely was no way that he had been reduced to tears by his step-sister who was almost half his size.

Sandra must have sensed his disbelief because she added :

"Remember how he was limping last week? He said he pulled a muscle while practicing karate. Well in fact, he got a little too impressed with these", said Sandra while lifting her large breasts a little with her hands, which allowed him to see her chest almost entirely from his position on the floor, and caused a painful stirring in his very sore groin.

"I don't mind looking, but touching is something else. I couldn't let my step-brother just grope me like that. I kicked him so hard his feet almost left the floor!" laughed Sandra.

Mark was becoming very angry. He couldn't let her get away with humiliating his son and himself like that. He slowly got up and glared threateningly at his stepdaughter :

"Do you think I'll let you get away with that! You won't get me by surprise again, I'm going to spank..." Mark's voice was cut abruptly when the hard tip of his step-daughter booted foot slammed in his balls, smashing his testicles against his pubic bone. This time the movement of her leg had been a blur, leaving him no time to react. His eyes bulged and he fell on the ground in a heap, writhing in agony and making gurgling noises.

"Men, they never learn!" sighed Sandra, "Well, now you know how a hard one feel! I did you a service anyway, now you know what will happen if you make mum angry. Her legs are stronger than mine, and she always kick full force!."

"Oh and I wouldn't tell mum about what happened if I were you" she added to the still writhing form of her step-father, "I could get grounded but she will bust your balls SOOO hard for not managing to keep me from going out" said Sandra, giggling.

She suddenly stopped, smiling.

"Oh, but it's good blackmailing material : I just got a good idea! From now on, you do everything I say or I'll be talking to mom. An if you think your balls hurt, wait for mum to begin to bust them! Dad's were always so sore, he walked cross-legged" added Sandra with a smirk.

Mark couldn't believe what he was hearing! But if his petite step-daughter could hurt his testicles like that, he dreaded what his new wife killer legs would be able to do! He probably couldn't take much more abuse than that.

"OK, let's seal the deal! I need to know that you are ready to do whatever I say! Get on your knees and show me your nuts." said Sandra with a determined glint in her eyes.

"Are you crazy! I'm not showing you my balls" shouted Mark in a still slightly high pitched voice.

"If you don't do it, I'm gonna kick those balls again! Twice!"

Mark went blank with fear at the idea of so much more abuse to his already hurting testicles. He slowly got up to his knees, fighting against the nausea that threatened to make him throw up and took his already swelling nuts out of his pants.

Sandra giggled and quickly snapped some pics with her phone.

Mark knew he was doomed now. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid, but the idea of more ball abuse had frightened him out of his wits.

"Haha, they're so red! Do they hurt a lot?"

Mark just groaned.

And then cried in agony as the booted foot of his stepdaughter impacted his testicles for the third time of the evening, putting even her second kick to shame.

"And now?" asked Sandra giggling while leaving by the front-door.

Mark was puking on the floor when she closed the door, his balls sending agonizing pain waves radiating through his body.

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The day after, Mark's nuts were still very sore. Even with a long icing, they had very noticeably swollen and had turned to a dark shade of blue. He was lucky that Mary was away on a business trip or he would have had some very awkward explaining to do. He was still thinking on how Sandra had so effortlessly hurt him the day before when she entered his room.

Her outfit was even sluttier than the night before and he noticed with dread that she wore what looked like steel toed boots.

"I'm going out" said Sandra with an amused glint in her eyes, "What do you say this time?"

"Hum, ok?" answered Mark hesitantly. He definitely couldn't handle getting the same treatment than last time.

"Not the correct answer but a lot closer than yesterday! You're improving. You should have said "How much do you need?"" said Sandra while laughing slightly. "Show me your balls! I want to see the results of yesterday." she added suddenly.

"No! Please! They still hurt a lot!" whined Mark.

"I don't think you understood our new relationship. When I say "Show me your balls!", you get them out, you don't say "No! Please! They still hurt a lot!" she said, mimicking him. "This time I will give you two kicks AND a good squeeze if you don't get them out quickly".

"But you still kicked me last time" whined Mark pitifully.

"Well, one is better than two don't you think?" Sandra said smiling. "Now show me those balls! You'll regret it if I have to fish them out!"

Mark hesitantly took out his nuts to display them for his stepdaughter's attention. He hoped against all odds that she would go easy on them this time.

"Well, they're not that bad! I've seen many in much worse shape than these." teased Sandra while snapping a quick shot with her phone.

She suddenly took hold of his offered nuts in a grip that seemed like steel and guided him toward his desk, instructing him to put his two hands on it while she stayed behind him, still holding him firmly by the testicles.

"I'm feeling nice tonight, so I'm giving you a chance to get off lightly" said Sandra while giving him a light squeeze. "I'm gonna give you a medium strength kick. Let's say 5 on a scale from 1 to 10. If you remain standing, that's it for today and you can go back to nursing your nuts" added his stepdaughter, smiling. "But if you fall, I'm gonna squeeze those like that for like 1 minute!" she exclaimed while increasing her grip on his balls to nearly unbearable levels for a few seconds.

Mark was again in agony and would have been a heap on the floor if not for the hold his stepdaughter had on his testicles. He couldn't handle one minute of this! He needed to stay standing! Surely he could take a medium kick from a 16 years old girl without falling to the floor, he tried to convince himself.

"Ready?", she asked while relinquishing her hold on his nuts and taking two steps back.

"Please! Wait!" tried to plead Mark.

"Well, ready or not, here I come!" exclaimed Sandra while sending her left foot flying between her stepfather's legs.

Mark only had time to see her steel-toed boot impact his naked testicles with what seemed to him like tremendous force before feeling again the excruciating pain he had become all too familiar with. He tried with all his will to stay upright but his stepdaughter's kick had been perfect and he felt himself fall slowly to the floor.

"Haha! Too bad for you!" laughed Sandra. "And I even used my left foot to give you a chance" she added with a smile. "Well I guess you know the drill now. Don't keep me waiting!" ordered his stepdaughter.

Mark was still in a haze of pain but he understood the veiled threat. He wasn't sure his nuts would survive one minute of squeezing but he couldn't give her any excuses to dish more punishment to his severely hurting testicles. He slowly rolled over and removed his hands from his balls, allowing his stepdaughter easy access to his most prized possessions.

She slowly took hold of his testicles, taking her time to find the perfect grip, and then suddenly squeezed with what felt like tremendous force. Mark's pain reached new levels. His whole world was now reduced to the two orbs that were so sadistically grounded together by his stepdaughter. After what seemed like an eternity, the pressure suddenly stopped and he was able to go back to the foetal position he was now so familiar with.

His stepdaughter examined her handiwork on the floor, a huge smile on her face. That was fun! Well, she would have to ease up on the kicking before her mother return if she didn't want her stepfather's black and blue balls to give her away, but squeezing was fun too!

She took a fifty from his wallet before heading out knowing he wouldn't have dared to protest, even if he hadn't been in too much pain to notice.