The Pavlov Cupid's Plan - Part 4
It had been a few months since Katie gave him such a brutal lesson. Mandi was cleaning the apartment when a notebook fell open on the floor. She picked it up, and a stick drawing of a man astride a balance beam immediately reminded her of her boyfriend's accident. Puzzled, she opened it and began to read through it. Her eyes narrowed with growing anger as she discovered how he had manipulated her into falling for him.
*Pavlov? What am I? A dog!* she thought, her heart pounding. It was even more annoying because it worked. She was kinda impressed with how he had put his balls on the line like that though, she thought, her breath quickening as she remembered the pain etched on his face. But he clearly deserved a good lesson.
All her life, her kindness had stopped her from acting on her desires, but not this time. When he came back, she smiled at him sweetly, hiding her anger.
“Hey, how was your day?” he asked, oblivious.
Without a word, she kneed him hard between the legs, her gymnast leg propelling her kneecap with tremendous force.
“THUD!” The impact was brutal.
“AAAHH! MY BALLS! MY BALLS!” he screamed, his voice high-pitched and full of disbelief. “You’ve crushed my balls!”
He collapsed, clutching himself, his eyes wide with shock. She thought about how easy it was to bring him down and felt a surge of arousal at his extreme reaction.
“You manipulated me,” she said coldly, holding up the notebook. “Pavlov? What am I, a dog?”
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, his voice cracking. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Save it,” she cut him off. “I can forgive you, but it’s going to cost you.”
“Anything you want,” he croaked, still writhing in pain.
She leaned in close, her eyes dark with intent. “I’m going to hurt your balls again now.”
“No, please, Mandi, don’t,” he begged, but she didn’t relent.
“You said anything,” she reminded him, grabbing his balls. They felt warm and firm in her hand, the weight of them pressing into her palm. She could feel the contours of each testicle, the ridges and smooth surfaces.
Once she had a good grip, she squeezed hard.
“AAAGH! NO, PLEASE! MY BALLS!” he cried, his voice desperate.
The pain was excruciating, his vision blurring as he struggled to stay conscious. He begged her to stop, his pleas barely coherent. When he looked close to passing out, she reduced the force, letting him gasp for breath, then started again.
“PLEASE, MANDI! I CAN’T TAKE IT!” he sobbed.
She comforted him with soothing words, her voice gentle. “You can take it baby. You've done it before.”
“Who squeezes harder, Katie or me?” she asked, her arousal growing with each squeeze. Her pussy was drenched, her body reacting to his suffering.
“You... you do,” he whimpered, his voice weak.
Satisfied, she continued to squeeze, her grip relentless. His desperate begging only fueled her arousal, her drenched pussy throbbing.
Mandi straddled his face, effectively shutting him up. She could feel his breath against her, each gasp and whimper sending shivers through her body. She continued to squeeze his balls, sometimes using both hands to amplify the pressure.
“MMMMPH!” he cried, his voice muffled by her thighs.
She felt his body convulse beneath her, the pain she inflicted rippling through him. She trapped his already grotesquely swollen testicles together with one hand, feeling their distorted shapes press against each other. With her free hand, she delivered a crushing punch.
“THUD!”
“MMMFFFF!”
Another punch.
“THUD!”
“MMMMM!” His muffled cry grew louder, his body jerking in agony.
A third punch.
“THUD!”
“MMMMMMMMM!” He screamed into her, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure through her.
She could feel his testicles compressing under her punches, the resilient orbs flattening and shifting in her relentless grip.
She resumed her assault, her hands working in tandem to squeeze and punch his vulnerable balls. Each impact was met with a muffled cry, making her pussy throbbing.
“THUD!”
“MMMMMM!”
“THUD!”
“MMMMMMMMM!”
His cries grew louder. Her own arousal reached a fever pitch, her body responding to his pain with an intensity she had never known.
Mandi’s pace quickened, the rhythm of her punches and squeezes becoming more intense. She felt the tension building inside her, each muffled cry from him sending another jolt of pleasure through her body. She could feel his testicles flattening and shifting under her relentless assault.
“THUD!”
“MMMMMM!”
Her own breathing grew ragged, her thighs trembling as she continued to straddle his face. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, his desperate struggles only adding to her arousal.
“THUD!”
“MMMMMMMMM!”
The pressure inside her built to an unbearable peak. She squeezed his balls with both hands, feeling their grotesque swelling under her fingers. She delivered one final, crushing punch.
“THUD!”
“MMMMMMMMMMMM!”
Her body convulsed, a wave of pleasure crashing over her like never before. She moaned loudly, her entire body shaking as she experienced an orgasm more intense than she ever imagined. She felt the release, her muscles contracting and relaxing in a symphony of ecstasy.
She could barely keep herself upright, her vision swimming. She finally released his swollen testicles, her hands trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Mandi didn’t know what to say, her breath coming in short gasps. She had never felt anything like this before, the combination of power, arousal, and release leaving her in awe. She shifted off him, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm.
She looked down at him, seeing the pain and disbelief in his eyes, his face drenched with sweat and tears. She reached out, gently caressing his cheek.
“Shh, it’s okay,” she murmured, her voice soft and soothing.
He whimpered, still clutching his swollen testicles, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
She leaned in closer, her touch gentle and reassuring. “I’m sorry for the pain, but you needed a lesson.”