Garrisonville - Where women own your balls pt.2

Part one can be found on the link below.


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Hello, Jennifer Thomas here again to bring you installment two of the Garrisonville ballbusting chronicles. 


This time we bring you onto the debt collectors within the city. A little back story is in order before we hand you over to Marion Pinner, one of the debt collector enforcers. 


When the current regime took over the city and began investigating the corruption within the government within the city, they found multiple men guilty of malpractice and embezzlement. They couldn't get enough to convict many of the men within the companies accused of the crime, so they came up with a punishment package which involves weekly ballbusting from a chosen enforcer as their way of repaying their debt to the city. This was issued in the form of a sentence which is to be carried out with ballbusting on a basis chosen by the new government for the number of years they felt suitable for the crime committed. This was mostly on a weekly basis, but if needed this could be reviewed if further busting is needed to make the perpetrator tow the line. 


Oh…….one more thing. Every enforcer had to fit certain criteria. They need to be 6ft tall minimum barefoot. They need to be strong and powerful. This is to ensure when ballbusting they show their dominance completely. 


What they choose to wear on their feet used to be flat boots as standard. But in recent years this has been relaxed to allow the women to wear whatever caused the most discomfort to the men. Especially when many of them had a particular weakness for specific footwear. 


The city really is full of pervert men who need putting in line. 


Now let's allow Marion to share her story this week of her debt collecting exploits with the worst offender of all. 


Marion Pinner's story - March 2nd 2030


I've been an enforcer collecting debts for the past two years. I was headhunted by the government from my home in Kenosha in Wisconsin. At 6ft 4in tall barefoot and a trained wrestler I was perfect for what they were looking for. I'm 34 years old but do I look it? Dare you to defy me haha. 


Anyway, today's assignment takes me to the home of Don Shaw, a 43 year old former boss at the power station. For years this racist, sexist and narcissistic man was embezzling money from the government and making record profits at the behest of the poor members of the city. All the men and women of the city despise him for his actions. But he managed to escape prison as he used multiple offshore accounts to hide his profits. 


The government however see through his lies and sentenced him to 40 years of ballbusting to be administered by the debt collectors agency three times a week. This arrangement is in place until he begins to show remorse and also hand back money he has used to profit from the government. To this day he has not shown either. So he gets regularly ballbusted by two specific members of the debt collectors. Why? Well as a racist me and my colleague are the only two who fit the criteria of people he hates. As an African American woman when I show up to ballbust him I have to subdue him as he resists constantly!


Anyway let's get onto the session details……


I arrived at Don's house and took the stairs up to his room. I tried to be quiet so took my stiletto heels off my feet and stepped up each step slowly in my nylons. I always wear hot pants and a comfortable top so I have good mobility. 

As I creeped up to his room I stepped in and noticed he was still asleep in his bed. Easier to take the bastard by surprise. 


I sit astride Don and use my thighs to keep his arms against his side and I clamp my hand over the top of his mouth. 

"Wake up Don, I'm here for your punishment sweetie", I whisper into his ear. His eyes bulge open and I instantly see the fear in them. It stirred up some warm feeling in my pussy to know the bastard was scared of me. As I'm taller, stronger and heavier than him I knew he was incapacitated before he could even fight back. I take some gaffer tape and clamp it across his mouth. I don't want the neighborhood to get jealous of the fun I was about to have!


I then slowly move my hands behind me. Don was already naked so I clasp my large right hand over his oversized balls, which are still nursing his last beating, and tighten them gradually. All the time I'm silent just looking at his reaction. He's fighting to free his arms but the perspiration on his forehead and pain in his eyes tell me I'm having the desired effect. The racist bastard was seething at being manhandled so easily by this ebony babe, I knew it and so did he. I spend a good solid few minutes squeezing and prodding his balls with my fingers. His moans and groans are truly terrific to hear and my pussy was getting more and more heated as I began enjoying myself. He was in agony and I knew it. He had even made gagging noises a few times as the pain pulsated up to his brain and informed him he was in deep trouble. Once the fight in him eased off I took the opportunity to tie his hands to the pink furry handcuffs Mrs Shaw keeps handy for his punishment sessions. Now he couldn't cover up or strike me with them. I then restrained his legs to each bed post so he was spread in a star shape naked to the bed.


"Now Mr Shaw it's time I stepped up the pain levels to insane levels. Sweetie, this is going to hurt you so much. And remember……if you cum, I will report this to the agency and you will be brought before them for more punishment". I have to inform him about this due to his thoughts and beliefs regarding me and my colleagues. Any insubordination is usually punished with increased sessions, or a trip to the college to become a slave for the trainee students. 


Don had never cum in a session before. But his wife had recently told us that he has a huge nylon fetish. So big he usually cannot control himself in the presence of them. It was as I stood up off the bed to put my heels back on he noticed them. And by the time I stood back on the bed to stand at the foot of the bed facing him and his worthless balls I noticed he was hard as a rock. His pain had been replaced by renewed sweating and fear. He knew this session was going to destroy him, mentally and physically. 


"Awwww Don, I see you've noticed my sexy nylons. Don't you worry, the next few hours will be spent with them becoming acquainted with your balls. Sweetie I'm going to kick those balls until you cum". 


I started kicking his balls with force. Not too hard to lose his hard on but hard enough to hurt him deeply. Each kick I landed perfectly into his balls was met with a groan only a wounded animal would make. He was red in the face and perspiring profusely. I kept laughing at him and demeaning him. I watched as his cock kept slamming into his chest and bouncing back upright. I loved the sound my kicks were making but what was making me feel wetter and wetter was the feeling of his balls crushing against my nylons. I could feel the increased swelling with each kick. I knew it wouldn't take long for his cock to betray him. And sure enough about ten minutes into my kicks he cum all over his chest and my last kick slammed into his balls. I kept the foot firmly planted in his balls with my pointy tip crushing into his left testicle. He groaned and moaned for a whole minute before passing out in pain. 


I then removed my foot from his balls and began fingerings my wet pussy. I lowered my pussy onto Don's face and rode it against his unconscious face for a few minutes before I erupted myself all over his face. 


When he eventually woke up a few minutes after I had recovered he realized his face was soaking wet. He could smell and taste my juices. Far from being disgusted by it I noticed he was becoming aroused again. 


"Oh dear sweetie. It looks like I'm going to have to report you to the agency Don. You couldn't control your urges and I'm afraid due to your prejudices it's not going to go well for you. I may as well make sure you suffer before I have to leave". I giggle a little and then decide that I have to capitalize on his weakness even more. I take off my stilettos and place my nylon foot against his balls. I slide my foot further up so I'm pushing his cock against his chest. He is once again rock hard. 


I start slapping his cock against his chest with the sole of my nylon foot and slamming the heel into his balls lightly. Don is struggling against this playfulness from me and once his cock is aroused enough I lift my foot up high. I then slam it down hard against his cock and balls and then begin twisting my foot hard left and right. I do this for about 15 secs or so and repeat the process. The caged animal in me was unleashed and each time I slammed my foot into his balls with my nylons I made sure it was a more powerful blow than the one before. Don was on the brink of cumming and passing out again. Then just to really 'rub' it in I begin sliding my foot slowly up and down his shaft. I can feel his cock twitching below my feet as his groans turn from pain to pleasure. Within a minute he has cum all over my foot. I remove the gaffer tape from his mouth and put my cum stained nylon foot in his mouth. "Lick my foot clean of your mess sweetie, you're going to pay for that misdeed". He couldn't help it, I know. But I'm the boss bitch here. 


Now it was time to finish the bastard off once and for all. I only had a small amount of time left. So I decided to really torture him this time. I put a fresh layer of gaffer tape over Don's mouth and whispered I his ear. "Now it's time for my thighs to get a work out sweetie". I giggled again and began climbing on top of Don. I then used a free hand to help manoeuvre Don's cock and balls between my thighs about halfway between my knees and the top of my legs. He was once again hard as a rock. My huge muscular thighs then began crushing his cock and balls whilst I placed my hands beside Don's head and watched him squirm and scream into his gag. My face was inches from his as I teased and tormented him. 


"Cum again for me sweetie. I promise this time I won't make you clean up your mess. Please your goddess sweetie". I knew the constant flexing of my thighs was causing him more pain than anything I had done so far to him today. His bruised and swollen balls were being massacred between my extremely strong legs. As Don kept trashing his head about, caught between a mixture of agony and longing to be unconscious so he couldn't feel the pain anymore, his coco began twitching again. As I felt that sensation between my thighs I began to flex my thighs again pumping the pressure, then releasing it and pumping again. Almost like I was squeezing milk out of a cow but with his balls. As I began to climax myself again I felt Don's cock begin to stream out cum again. His orgasm outlasted mine and after a full minute his cock finally went flaccid and stopped squirting out his cum. 


"That was fantastic sweetie. I'll be seeing you again shortly". I then placed a leg below his head and my other over the top and as his cum on my thigh began to get smeared over his face I squeezed him hard enough to render him unconscious. 


I went back downstairs and let Mrs Shaw know I was leaving and she went upstairs to administer her daily dose of pain to her worthless husband. 


And that was the end of my session with Don. I reported him to the agency and instead of sending him to the college to be a slave to them my bosses decided to administer their own dose of punishment to Don. He was ordered to be ballbusted daily for the duration of his sentence by all the debt collectors we had. 


And they always wore nylons.