An Arrogant Male 4 – Repercussions

Final Part of a four part story. Best to read in order, the first part can be found at:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/11244sm/an\_arrogant\_male/](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/11244sm/an_arrogant_male/)


Looking at the three naked males lying on the floor, their hands safely secured behind their backs, I reflected on how the evening had worked out for them so far. Beth, seeking revenge on her former boyfriend Mark, had severely beaten and bruised his balls and tied them in a noose so tight that they had now turned blue. Earlier in the evening, he had been reduced to a bubbling and pathetic wreck, but now he lay there quiet and stunned, simply praying his torment would come to an end. Keith, Mark’s housemate, still lay motionless on the floor having passed out following Kalinka’s brutal assault on his testicles. The extent to which they remained intact was unclear, but they were not looking good. The third male, James was currently concussed, his head proving no match for a frying pan. Unlike the other two males, his balls remained unharmed, but his shoulder was still bleeding from the stab wound inflicted by Kate.

Turning my attention to Kalinka, there was no resemblance to the timid, weak and downtrodden prostitute who had arrived earlier at the door. Though still dressed as a prostitute, very short miniskirt and a bare midriff, she now looked commanding and powerful, the epitome of some majestic amazon. Seeing two former male abusers lying naked and helpless on the floor brought out in her a sadistic fury which had led to Keith’s balls destroyed. Mark was only saved from her wrath by the arrival of James and seeing her intense hatred of him, I feared for his safety when he came to.

“He will kill you, you know,” Mark blurted out, “he is a fucking lunatic and the people he knows are even more dangerous.”

He spoke to me but kept a wary eye on Kalinga, relieved to see her eyes and hatred focussed on James. His words disturbed me greatly, though, as I was already realising that everything had got completely out of hand. Going to the Police was not an option for us as we had committed assault, grievous body harm and perhaps even attempted murder. Neither was not going to the Police an option, as I was equally convinced that James or his “dangerous” friends were not going to be forgiving over this matter. Beth and I had been flying by the seat of our pants so far, but now we were at a total loss as to what we could do next. Our rising panic as we saw the hopelessness of our position soared when we heard James coming to. No panic from Kalinka, however, she calmly advanced on James picking up the duct tape as she went.

Sitting on his chest, she placed duct tape along his face, before he became fully compos mentis.

“I need your phone pin and the code for the safe,” she asked, quite respectfully I thought.

His reaction was to sit up and try to throw her off him, and despite the fact that he had no use of his hands, his strength allowed him to make some progress. Her response, however, was to grab his hair in her left hand and thrust her right thumb into his left eyeball. I winced as he fell back on to the floor.

“Grab and spread his legs”, she instructed us, a request which prompted Beth and I into action.

Rising from him, she walked almost casually behind Beth and stood between his now wide open legs. He looked at her defiantly, even though he must have known what was coming. Certainly, I knew, and felt myself becoming aroused again as she raised her foot high before crashing it down into his testicles. Writhing and kicking his legs furiously, we struggled to keep a hold, but a second stomp followed by a quick third left him paralysed with the pain. His whole body was shaking and his screams and whimpers were only muffled by the tape.

“When I next ask a question, I do expect an answer,” she informed him, and yet no question came.

This may have been because Kalinka didn’t think James was ready to talk or she was just enjoying herself too much. Now, kneeling between his legs, she began kneeing his balls, over and over again. He could only lie there, shuddering with each impact, having to take the pain but unable to communicate because of the duct tape. On and on she went, reducing this powerful male to an empty whimpering shell. I’m not sure she would have stopped if I had not shouted out, “Enough”. My intervention brought her out of her frenzy, and she rose moving once again to straddle his chest.

The earlier look of defiance on his face had been replaced with that of fear and defeat. Kalinka, on the other hand, looked triumphant and ripping the duct tape from his mouth, she asked for his phone pin which he mumbled out, albeit somewhat incoherently. Beth was asked to get his phone and check the pin, which fortunately for James was correct. He then gave the code for the safe which Beth was asked to save which she did on his phone. Kalinka then reapplied the tape over his mouth and used the remaining duct tape to secure his hands behind his back. No resistance was offered, I suspect he realised he would not be able to take any more pain.

“You now drive us to his flat” she said, “I will get my passport and take my freedom”.

“Hold on”, I replied, “That’s OK for you, but once you’re gone, he will just come after us.”

“No, I have a plan,” she stated with a supreme confidence which I did not share.

Kalinka explained her plan and given we had no alternative in any case, we had no choice but to go along with it. Beth’s role in the plan was to babysit Mark and Keith, not a difficult task given their condition. My role was to transport Kalinka and James back to his flat, using his car. It seemed simple enough but how would we cope with him if he kicked off, maybe on the way out to the car, something I feared was quite likely. Although it was dark, the street was well lit and anyone could have been out and about. Undeterred by any negative thoughts, however, Kalinka found his keys and handed them to me. She then ordered him to stand and taking his balls and penis in her left hand, she simply dragged him to the front door. Had I not been so nervous, it would have been a very comical sight, but I couldn’t believe her rashness when she unhesitatingly opened the door and pulled him out into the night

“Open the boot please,” she asked me, and dragged James to the back of the car before putting him headfirst into the car boot and slamming the door shut.

Only as I headed to the driver side did I realise how much I had been sweating and how lucky we had been that no one was about. In fact, everything had been quiet until I screamed on entering the car as for the first time I saw a female figure sitting in the back seat. Calm as ever, Kalinka sat in the passenger seat and explained that it was just Zuzanna, and that she had simply been in the car all this time, waiting for James to return. I found it odd that Zuzanna had not reacted to the fact that she had seen us bundle Keith into the car boot and put it down to her being petrified. Kalinka spoke to her in what I assume was their native language, it might have been Romanian, presumably explaining what had been going on. Her reaction initially seemed to me to be one of alarm which was perhaps understandable.

“Where to?”, I asked Kalinka, as I fired up the engine, “which way do I go?”

Unfortunately, Kalinka had no idea as she had never taken any real notice of where James was driving to. In fact, she didn’t even know the house address. Momentary panic was replaced by relief when I scrolled down on the car’s Sat Nav system to “Recent Destinations” where I found “Home”. Ten minutes later, we had arrived and Kalinka finally recognised her surroundings. We parked in his drive where the three of us got out and headed first for the boot to check on James. Asking me for the keys, Kalinka then headed for the front door, disappeared inside and started putting lights on all over the house. This had the effect, of course, of lighting up the drive and so making more visible our forthcoming efforts to get James out of the car. This task was far from easy, as he was stiff from being in the boot as well as being cold, naked with no use of his hands. Between the three of us, however, we managed to push and pull him into the house.

Once inside, Kalinka disappeared upstairs I supposed to open the safe. This left Zuzanna and I alone with James in his living room. After about five minutes, James seemed to recover, maybe the warmth in the house had reenergised him. Out of the blue, he suddenly lowered his head and charged straight at me. Caught completely unawares, I was knocked off my feet and he turned his attention towards Zuzanna. Seeing his charge, she managed to dodge out of the way with the result he collided against the wall. Zuzanna, then seized his arm by the elbow and swung him round trying to throw him against the opposite wall. Unfortunately for James, his hands were still secured behind him and so he couldn’t protect his head form banging, not against the wall, but on the pointed edge of an impressive marble fireplace. Initially relieved when he collapsed unconscious on the floor, we became a bit concerned when we saw a pool of blood appearing below his head.

At that point, Kalinka arrived carrying two carrier bags. She glanced briefly at the unconscious but showed no concern, stating simply, “We have to go”.

As we drove back to Mark’s house, Kalinka opened up another phone, one which she had retrieved from the safe apparently. Thankfully, James had used the same pin as for his other phone. As she was composing some text, she explained that this phone was used by James exclusively to contact the Traffickers. The text was short and simple, “Girls have escaped. What do I do?”. Once the text had been sent, she removed the sim card and threw it out of the car.

“What was the point of that?”, I asked.

She explained that the Traffickers would now think that the girls would likely go to the Police and that this would make James a liability.

“Do not worry about him,” she suggested coldly, “he will be dealt with”.

Of course, I still did worry about James. If he got free, he would come after us and if he didn’t, and Kalinka was right, the Traffickers would deal with him. I also worried about Mark and Keith and how Beth was coping with them back at the house. In fact, it was with a great deal of trepidation that I entered the house only to find a relaxed and smiling Beth.

In our absence she had convinced the two males that the best way out was to involve the police and claim they had been attacked by a group of girls in their own house. It was such a fantastical account, that given no one would make it up, there was a chance that it would be believed. Indeed, there was forensic evidence at the scene, including Mark’s bruised testicles and Keith’s one remaining ball. The further benefit of this tall tale was that they would get immediate medical attention. As the alternative was that we would send to all their contacts, friends, relatives and work colleagues, our earlier video evidence of their abject humiliation, they had to agree.

Zuzanna was fascinated at the sight of the two subdued and naked males and couldn’t resist from taking advantage of the situation. No great pain was administered, she simply fondled their private parts and examined the damage we had inflicted upon them, smiling to herself as she did so. Meanwhile Kalinka showed us the contents of the two bags. As expected, she had retrieved her and Zuzanna’s passports but I was gobsmacked at the amount of cash that she had stolen from the safe. We had no time to count it but there must have been thousands of pounds. Kalinka’s passport contained the contact number of her cousin, the woman she had hoped to stay with when she was first trafficked over here. As she had been missing for months, her cousin’s relief when Kalinka phoned her was palpable and Kalinka was given her address in Eastbourne.

Our final task before leaving the two males was to dial 999. On hearing the operator asking, “Which service do you require?”, Kalinka sweetly responded, “Police and ambulance, we have just fucked up two pathetic males.”

On leaving, I drove James’s car to the nearest car park followed by Beth. Leaving it there, we all drove in Beth’s car back to my house. It was far from easy to sleep and difficult to get up the next day, but we managed to do so in time to drive Kalinka and Zuzanna to London Victoria Station where they got a train to Eastbourne. That was the last time we either saw or heard of them. We did, however hear further of the three men.

“Girl Gang Abuse Men!”, was the screaming and quite sensational headline in the local paper the following day. In a quite sensational report, the police warned all men to be on guard against a gang of female vigilantes whilst medical staff at the hospital released, rather indiscreetly I thought, details of the abuse received by Mark and Keith. Articles appeared quite regularly over the next 5 days or so and we were pleased to see reported that, after a delicate procedure, a knotted rope that had been restricting Mark’s testicles had been removed and that Keith had still one functioning ball left. To both Mark’s and Keith’s relief, this storyline was subsequently replaced by the murder of a man found in his house. This man was found naked and dead in his house, the speculation being that a sex trafficking gang were involved. We were never sure whether James had bled out from his crashing against the fireplace or if, in fact, traffickers had done the deadly deed. Whatever, we did acknowledge our role in his demise. Set against, Kalinka and Zuzanna were now free and we were in the clear. We were happy to settle for that.