Little Cousin Emmi - Chapter 4: Red Hot

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Chapter 4 - Red Hot

“One! Two! Three! ”Emmi counted off, the delight obvious in her tone. The red leather boots rose and fell again and again, their pointed toes striking like hammers against Stan’s already tender nuts. He could feel them throbbing more and more with every impact.

“Four…Five…Six…” She had only given him about 10 seconds rest before the next burst. She seemed to be enjoying this too much. Her hips swayed as she delivered each kick, laughing with sadistic delight each time Stan cried out and writhed in pain.

SMACK!, SMACK! SMACK! With each kick, his cock jerked back and forth, remarkably still hard. But she ignored it, focusing on his balls, and escalating cries of pain. Stan had never thought ballbusting would hurt so much. He strained uselessly against his bonds as Emmi kept up her assault. Every time the tip of a boot sank into his meaty flesh, he howled odd sounds of pain, each time more than the last, but his little cousin showed no signs of stopping the assault. He thought he heard her giggle between kicks.

Fourteen…Fifteen…Stan was shaking at this point yet she continued, slowing her pace slightly but unrelenting nonetheless. He could barely breathe, could only croak out hoarse cries as she took her amusement at his expense.

“Ahh slave, now your cock is shrinking.” Emmi mocked. “Does it not appreciate my attention?” She didn’t really care if he stopped enjoying it; this wasn’t about him. What she did find fascinating was the idea of seeing just how much pain she could make him take before she was satisfied.

Before he could respond, Stan felt another bust of searing pain as she delivered three more powerful kicks, each one sending shockwaves of agony through his body. His nuts were burning, aching with each impact, but she seemed only to be enjoying herself more.

“Nineteen…Twenty!” Emmi counted as she deliver two hard and firm kicks, one from each leg. Stan let out a long, high-pitched squeal, sending her into a giggling fit of laughter. She braced her hand on Stan’s back to keep from falling over.

"OK slave," she said, composing herself. Her voice then dripped with menace. "I think I'll give you an extra few seconds, just enough time to catch your breath, and then...I'll deliver the final blow."

Stan's eyes widened with fear, his body trembling against his bonds. "No, Emmi, please," he begged, his voice hoarse. "I can't take much more. Please, I'm begging you, don't do it."

Emmi laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "I promised to show you just how much control I have over you, and I always keep my promises. And that’s Goddess Emmi to you, bitch! "

As Emmi moved back to prepare for her next kick, she savored the sheer agony on Stan's face as he realized he would pay for that mistake. His eyes were wide with pain, and his mouth was open, gasping for air. He was squirming in his bonds, trying to escape the impending doom his balls were about to feel.

Stan's eyes widened with fear, his body trembling against his bonds. "P-Please Goddess Emmi, have mercy," he begged, his voice shaking. "I c-can't take any more. I'm begging you.." Stan's heart raced, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Emmi laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "Mercy? From me? You should have thought of that before you asked for this, cuz. Now, count to three for me."

"O-One," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Emmi stepped her left foot forwards, positioning herself.

"T-T-Two," Stan continued, his voice breaking.

With a sudden swift, powerful motion, Emmi brought her boot swinging forward, the instep of the boot crashing into Stan's dangling orbs. His testicles were crushed between his body and the read leather, the pain unbearable. He let out a primal scream, his body convulsing as the agony consumed him, shaking entire the table.

“Threeeee!!!" Emmi shouted with delight. She straightened back, stepping away from the table, her eyes alight with satisfaction as Stan's face contorted with pain. Tears began welling up in his eyes.

As Stan lay on the table, whimpering and moaning, Emmi couldn't help but feel a rush of pleasure. She had never felt so powerful before, and the sight of Stan's suffering was like a drug to her. She knew that she was in control, and it was a feeling that she never wanted to give up. "There, there…" she began softly. "That's about…" She paused, and for the first time since she'd begun, seemed to look genuinely concerned. She approached the table slowly, hands rising to touch his back gently. "Stanley…Are you alright?"

Stan lay gasping, his teary eyes squeezed shut against the agony as he tried not to cry. At that moment he wasn’t even sure if his balls were still attached. “muh…muh, my…” he croaked.

"Oh, Stanley…I’m sorry" she began, her voice soothing. She squat down behind him and gently cupped his aching balls in her left hand, her fingers kneading slowly and softly, gently massaging then. With her right hand she caressed back and forth from his lower back to outer though, smoothly gliding her fingers along his tense and quivering muscles to soothe and calm his pain. “Shhhh, its ok…just relax” she said softy as she continued the trauma care.

After several minutes the shaking had subsided. Emmi stood up, leaned over Stan’s ass, and laid on top of her cousin, her chest pressed against his back as she gave him a hug. Stan could feel her soft breasts against his shoulder blades. Realization washed over him as he grasped just how sexy this session was. He did not fetishize his cousin, but it was still incredibly hot being dominated by a small female. And she was physically bringing to life his deepest, darkest fantasy!

"You did so great, big cuz, I’m proud of you.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as her lips neared his ear. “I just wanted to…" With a sensual moan, she craned her neck, her lips brushing against his ear. They pressed against his skin, her tongue flicking out, tracing along the curved shell. Stan's body shivered with delight. “I just wanted to help you…” she whispered, her breath tickling his ear as she again ran her tongue inside the helix. Before Stan could realize, his cock had grown rock hard.

Emmi’s voice suddenly grew loud, "Help you see how much PAIN you could take, ya big bitch!" Without warning her teeth sank into his earlobe, making Stan yelp in pain. She growled, a low, bestial sound that vibrated through him and seemed to echo all through his body. She kicked her boot-clad legs wildly in the air with giddy delight, exclaiming “Oh my god, this is so much fucking fun!”

As she slid off his back behind him, Stan nearly spasmed as her left hand suddenly wrapped around his nutsack, using it as a handle to stop her fall. His body arched as a shockwave soared through him, accompanied by a yelp of surprise.

Emmi laughed out loud as her right hand squeezed his throbbing shaft. “My, my, Stanley, clearly you ARE enjoying this! Why all men this simple, so…primal?” As she stood up she gave his balls an extra little squeeze before releasing her grip, resulting an audible gasp from her still-tied cousin.

“Well, that’s about it for this pair…the boots I mean!” she laughed at her pun. “Hey Stan…what pair of boots should I test out next?” Without waiting for an answer, gave his bruised sack a playful slap, then skipped off to her closet, excited to start round 3.




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