Mike's Audition: Chapter 4 - Stella's Debut
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[Mike's Audition: Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1kixxxv/mikes_audition_chapter_1/)
[Mike's Audition: Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1kmmf65/mikes_audition_chapter_2/)
[Mike's Audition: Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1krg8ac/mikes_audition_chapter_3/)
Mike's Audition
Copyright by DanWilsow. All rights reserved.
No reproduction, retransmission, re-posting on another Internet site is permitted without the expressed WRITTEN consent of the author ([email protected]). The following story is for mature ADULTS only and is pure fiction. Any similarity to actual events is pure coincidence. The story is for ADULT entertainment. The plot of the story if it were true may be considered illegal or abusive. The author neither advocates nor condones such conduct but believes in the right of free creative expression. The author understands the difference between fantasy and reality. By reading this article, the reader hereby asserts that this material is appropriate for the area in which the reader resides and is of an appropriate age to access ADULT material. Comments are ALWAYS welcome. Reader feedback encourages my writing!
# Chapter 4
[Stella](https://imgur.com/swcjr9C)
[Linda](https://imgur.com/avvOTGx)
[Emma](https://imgur.com/5pfnDp6)
"As you remember the second scene," Linda began, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she outlined the setup, "starts with Emma coming back into the room, her eyes blazing with anger and betrayal." She paused, her gaze raking over Mike's trembling form.
"Her two best friends," she continued, gesturing to the spiky-haired and busty assistants who had been watching the previous scene with a mix of fascination and glee, "will be played by my lovely assistants here, Stella and Ginger."
Stella and Ginger waved their hands, their eyes lighting up with excitement. Mike's heart sank further into his chest. He didn't know if he could take another round of this, but he had no choice. He was an actor, and this was his job. And what's more important he was restrained.
"Emma," Linda instructed, her voice a soft, seductive purr, "when you come back into the room, you're going to be filled with rage. You hate Mike for what he's done to you. You're going to scream your words with every ounce of fury you have in you."
Emma nodded, her eyes flashing with the anger that Linda had called for. Mike felt a chill run down his spine as he watched her transform into the character before his very eyes.
"And when you say 'I hate this cheater,'" Linda went on, her voice a low, seductive murmur, "make sure it's loud enough to shake the walls. Then, pick up the bat and let loose. Five hard hits, no holding back."
Emma nodded. She could see the trepidation in Mike's eyes, the way his body was already tensing in anticipation of the pain. But she had to do this. For the scene. For the role. For her dream.
"Remember," Linda said, her eyes gleaming with a dark excitement, "the hits must be so hard that we should hear distinct swishes of the bat. Each one has to be like a knife, cutting through the air with a sound that makes us all cringe. And after the hits, Mike needs to truly understand that he's sorry. He must feel every throb, every pulse of pain to the fullest."
Mike felt the weight of Linda's words press down on him like a boulder. His body was already in agony, each breath a reminder of the beating he had endured. “I’ve already truly understood everything!“ Mike wanted to scream. But he knew they weren't done with him yet. He had signed the consent form, had promised to push through, and he had no other way but not to disappoint.
"And then, Stella," Linda said, her eyes glinting with excitement as she looked at the spiky-haired assistant, "you're going to step forward." Mike's heart raced waiting for the sentence, his stomach a twisted knot of dread.
"You're going to look at Mike," Linda's voice was confident as usual, "and you're going to shout, 'It's definitely not enough!'" The words hung in the air like a curse. Mike's breath hitched, his eyes flickering to Stella. Her eyes shone with excitement. She looked like a cat ready to pounce, her body coiled with the anticipation of delivering the punishment that had been promised.
"Then you kick him," Linda said, her excited eyes boring into Stella's. "Make sure it's with everything you've got. I want to see the power in your legs, the force of your anger. Make it look like you're trying to rip his balls off with every kick."
Stella's eyes widened with excitement, her booted foot flexing with eager anticipation. The room felt colder for Mike, the air thicker, as the tension grew.
Linda's continued speaking. "Stella, I want you to really feel the anger Carrie has towards Mike." She paused, her eyes flicking from Stella's eager face to Mike's trembling form. "Make five hard kicks," she began, her voice trailing off, "but..."
The director tapped a manicured nail against her teeth, considering the scene, her eyes narrowed in thought. "No," she said finally, "I think five won't do it justice. For the realism of the scene, it definitely has to be ten times. Full force, Stella."
Mike felt his stomach drop, his heart racing as he took in the sudden change of instructions. Ten kicks to the groin, with full force. The pain he had just endured was nothing compared to what was about to happen.
Mike looked down. Her boots looked terrifying. They seemed to be made of leather as tough as her spirit. They rose high on her legs, almost to her shins, the soles thick and unforgiving. The broad square toes of the boots were like golf clubs ready to hit the ball, and the sight of them alone could make the bravest soul quiver with a mix of fascination and fear. The boots looked capable of crushing the hardest substances, and the thought of them making contact with his testicles made his blood run cold.
"And to the most interesting part," Linda said, her eyes alight with excitement. "Ginger, after Stella's done, you're going to step in." Mike felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead as he watched Ginger, the busty assistant, saunter over with a malicious glint in her eye. “What a hell could be more ‘interesting’ than kicking?” Mike was afraid of the answer.
"You say, 'He must understand what he has lost,'" Linda spoke, her voice a low, dramatic drawl. "Take the stool," she nodded towards the object, "and place it right here," she tapped the floor right between Mike's legs.
"Then," Linda said, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight, "you're going to lay Mike's balls on that stool. Gently, like you're setting a baby bird back in its nest." She smiled.
"Then," Linda said, her voice a low, thrilling speech, "once Mike's...erm...equipment is neatly placed on the stool," she gestured with a flourish, "you're going to take this mallet, Ginger, and hit him.” Linda put a rubber mallet out of the desk. The kind you definitely wouldn't want anywhere near your balls. “One hit for each testicle. Make it count, darling."
Mike's eyes widened in horror as the words sank in. The mallet looked heavy. He gulped, his throat dry as a desert.
"Ginger," Linda began, her voice a sweet, sickening melody, "before each hit, you're going to say a different phrase, okay?" Mike was all attention, his body tense as a bowstring.
"You're going to look into Mike's eyes," she instructed, her gaze flicking to Ginger's eager face, "and say 'For her love'. Then," she paused for dramatic effect, "you hit him." Mike felt his stomach churn, the thought of the mallet connecting with his vulnerable flesh making him want to retch.
Linda continued her twisted monologue, her words painting a vivid picture of pain. "When you say 'For her beauty'," she continued, her eyes shining with a disturbing intensity, "make sure to hit him with the same passionate anger Carrie feels for being cheated on. Each hit has to be a promise of pain for his treachery."
Linda's voice was like thunder for Mike as she continued. "For her kindness," she said, her eyes boring into Mike's. "For her charm," she added, her smile wicked. "For her grace," she listed, her gaze never leaving Mike's terrified eyes. "For her sense of humor," she went on, her tone mocking. "For her elegance," she concluded, her eyes gleaming with a malicious excitement.
Mike's stomach was a tight knot of dread. He had endured the slaps, the bat, and now this. More hits with the bat, ten kicks and, if he counted it right, seven mallet blows to his balls. He wasn't sure he could survive it all. The thought of each hit sent shivers of fear down his spine again and again, his balls already tender and swollen from the previous abuse.
"How many hits is it?" Linda asked. "Seven?" she mused, stroking her chin with a manicured finger. "I think we must make the number even, let it be ten as well. Can anybody make up some more personality traits for which to hit?"
Ginger looked thoughtful. "It's difficult to make up more personality traits," she said, her eyes flicking to Mike's crotch, "but maybe we can add a couple more physical ones. What do you think, Linda? Can we?"
Linda nodded, stroking her chin in contemplation. "Excellent, Ginger," she said, her eyes sparkling with a sadistic glee. "Let's have a little creative brainstorm, shall we? I want each of you to think of a unique trait about Carrie that could be a reason for Mike's punishment. Make it something that resonates with you."
The assistants looked at each other, a frenzied excitement bubbling up inside them. They began to shout out suggestions, their words tumbling over each other like a river of malice. "Her beautiful eyes!" "Her wonderful smile!" "Her soft voice!" "Her graceful walk!" "Her kind heart!" "Her warm laugh!" "Her glowing skin!" "Her silky hair!" "Her elegant posture!" "Her playful spirit!" "Her caring nature!" "Her tender touch!" "Her expressive face!" The room was a cacophony of spiteful creativity.
Linda held up a hand, silencing them with a gesture. "Enough," she murmured, her eyes glittering with a dark amusement. "We can't possibly choose just three from such a list. But," she added with a wicked smile, "that doesn't mean we can't use all of them. It seems to me you've just listed 13 features. What a coincidence! 13 + 7 = 20. Let it be 20 hits with the mallet. 10 hits for each of the balls. Nice and fair, I think"
Mike felt his stomach plummet to the floor. Twenty hits with a mallet to his testicles? It was a nightmare. They can’t be serious and hit him full force with the mallet! Because if they do it will be a castration! They definitely won’t do it. He tried to calm himself down. Everything will be ok. They will not be hitting full force. And he’ll overtake it. He can't back out now. He is an actor, and this is his dream. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart.
"Let's begin," Linda said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "But first, let's test all the types of hits and kicks. Emma, please take a table tennis bat and begin."
Mike's body tensed as Emma took the bat in her hand. He knew what was coming, had already felt the stings of the bat. But this time will be different because Emma has to hit him stronger, much stronger. The room got colder, the air thicker with anticipation and fear. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the blow.
"How many times?" Emma's voice was barely a whisper, trembling with the weight of the question.
Linda's smile was cold, calculated. "If you hit him as hard as you can, darling, three should do it."
Emma's eyes searched Mike's, looking for any sign of protest. But all she saw was his unwavering determination. He was ready, willing to endure whatever was necessary for the sake of their shared dream. She took a deep breath, raised the bat, and swung.
The hit was hard, really hard, harder than anything Mike has felt today. The pain exploded in his groin, sending waves of agony through his entire body. But even amidst the chaos of pain, he heard Linda's voice, cool and confident. "Again," she said, her eyes on the monitor, watching the scene unfold with the scrutiny of a hawk eyeing its prey. "The sound isn't right. It needs to be louder. And everybody must also hear a distinctive swish of the bat through the air."
Emma's arms trembled with the effort, the bat feeling like it weighed a ton. She took a deep breath and swung again. This time, the bat went faster and the sound was louder, a sickening whip-crack that seemed to echo through the room. Mike's eyes watered, his body jolting with the impact. He could feel more bruises forming, the swelling growing. But Linda still wasn't satisfied. "Again," she said, her voice a whip crack of authority. "Make you swing a little faster and harder"
The third hit was like a bomb going off in Mike's body. His vision swam with stars, his hearing muffled by the roar of pain that filled his ears. He felt the bat connect with his testicles, the sound of it meeting flesh echoing in his head like a gunshot. His body arched, his muscles straining against the restraints. He felt as though a red-hot iron had been shoved into his groin, the searing agony shooting through his body like lightning. His eyes bulged, the cords in his neck straining as the shockwaves of pain continued to ripple through him. Every muscle in his body tensed, fighting against the bonds that held him captive, his legs kicking wildly in a futile effort to protect himself from further assault.
"That's it!" Linda exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. "That's the sound we want. That's the kind of commitment to the craft that I love to see and hear. Now, Emma, darling, I want you to make three hits just like that. Show us what you've got."
Emma's heart was racing, her knuckles white around the bat. She was hesitant. On the one hand, she didn't want to do this. She had seen the pain in Mike's eyes, the agony etched into his features. On the other hand, she had this new desire inside her - to test the limits of his endurance because despite the pain he seemed to be still withstanding it.
"No need to hit again," she said at last, her voice shaking with the intensity of her emotions. "I've got it. I'll do everything properly!"
But Linda was not to be swayed by pleas or promises. "I've told you," she said, her voice a whip crack of anger. "You do as I say. Now, if you can't follow simple instructions, then there's a penalty for you. Six hits to his balls. Satisfied? Now!"
Mike felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead, his stomach churning with dread. He wanted to scream “Penalty for Emma? Really? For Emma? And what about me?!” But he already knew there's no point in arguing with Linda, that she would not hesitate to enforce her will. He watched as Emma's hand tightened around the bat, her knuckles white with the effort of controlling her emotions.
Emma whispered ‘Sorry’ to Mike with just her lips. Her first hit was like a thunderclap in the room, the sound of the bat hitting his flesh echoing in his ears. Mike's body spasmed, his eyes squeezing shut as the pain shot through him. He couldn't hold back the scream that ripped from his throat, a sound so raw and primal that it seemed to shake the very walls of the room.
The second hit came quicker than he expected, the pain doubling, tripling, becoming a living entity that consumed him. His body was a ragdoll in the hands of a cruel child, jerking and twitching with each impact. The tears streamed down his cheeks, a silent confession of his agony.
Emma's swings didn't weaken, driven by Linda's relentless instructions and the fury of her character. Each hit was a ruthless challenge, a promise of pain for Mike's fictional infidelity. Mike's screams grew louder, filling the room with a cacophony of suffering that seemed to drown out the world around them.
The third hit was swift and brutal, the bat striking him with a ferocity that left no room for doubt about the depth of Emma's anger. The impact was so intense that Mike felt his entire body spasm, his legs kicking out wildly against the restraints. He could feel the blood rushing to his face, his vision pulsing with the rhythm of his hammering heart.
The fourth hit was a blur of pain, the bat moving so fast that it seemed to be a mere extension of Emma's rage. Mike's body convulsed, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, his eyes closed against the agony that washed over him in waves. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, his skin sticky and cold despite the heat of the room.
The fifth hit was a pick of pain, a symphony of agony that seemed to peak with each swing of the bat. The sound of it connecting with his flesh was like a drumbeat in his ears, a rhythm that pounded in time with the racing of his heart. He bit his lip to keep from screaming, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh as he fought to maintain control.
The sixth hit was a blur, the bat a silver streak that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. His vision swam, his world narrowing to the single point of contact where the plastic met his groin. The pain was so intense that he felt like he was floating, adrift in an ocean of suffering that had no bottom, no shore.
Emma was breathing hard now, her eyes full with emotions of what she had done. But she knew she had to keep going and a little bit wanted it. For the scene. For Carrie. For herself. She took a step back, her arms shaking with the effort of holding the bat. Mike was convulsing before her, his screams unstoppable, a dance of pain that filled the room.
"Perfect," Linda said, her voice cold and satisfied. "Now, let's move on to the kicks." She clapped her hands, the sharp sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. "Stella, darling, it's your turn. Demonstrate us and Mike your kicks. Do it in such a way so that Mike definitely liked it." She smiled.
Stella's eyes glinted with excitement as she took her place in front of Mike, her boot tapping the floor with a rhythmic thud. Mike felt his stomach churn, his body bracing itself for the onslaught.
"How many kicks?" Stella's voice was a mix of eagerness and cruel amusement.
Linda studied Mike's bruised and trembling form, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Three should suffice," she said with a shrug. "Make each one count. I want to see the power of your anger."
"Three?" Stella's voice was filled with disappointment, her eyes pleading as she looked at Linda. "But Emma just hit him six times! Even more overall!" she protested, her hand on her hip. "It's not fair!"
Linda's smile was cold, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure. "Life's not fair, Stella," she said, her voice a purr. "But if you really feel the need to make it fair and authentic, I suppose we can add another three kicks."
Mike felt his heart drop into his stomach. He had endured so much already, and now it seemed like the torment would never end. He looked up at Stella, her eyes alight with a dark excitement that sent chills down his spine.
"But in total, Emma has already hit him more than six times," Stella said, her voice a purr of discontent. Mike's eyes widened with horror as he realized she was referring not only to two recent hits but also to the slaps and the bat strikes from earlier.
"How many times do you want to kick him, Stella?" Linda asked, her voice a mix of surprise and amusement.
Stella's eyes gleamed with a malicious excitement. "Twenty," she said, her voice a low, hungry growl. "Twenty times should be enough for me to understand how to kick and to act my part properly."
Mike felt the color drain from his face. Twenty kicks to the groin? He wasn't sure he could survive three. Linda smiled widely, her eyes flicking between Stella and Mike. She seemed to be considering the proposal, her gaze lingering on Mike's trembling body.
"Well," she said finally, her voice a smooth, sadistic purr, "since you're feeling so responsible, Stella, let's compromise. For the sake of authenticity, we'll start with ten kicks. If you perform them with the passion big enough to take revenge for Carrie, I might just consider letting you go up to twenty. As a present."
Stella's smile grew wider, her eyes flashing with a dark excitement. She took a step back, her boot tapping the floor with a sharp, rhythmic beat. Mike felt his heart racing, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He didn't know yet what was coming.
The first kick was a totally new reality for Mike. Stella's boot connected with his groin with a force that was beyond anything he could have imagined. His body jolted upwards, his eyes bulging with the pain that shot through him like a bolt of lightning. The bat had been agony, but this was something else entirely. This was a pain that was deeper, more primal. A pain that seemed to resonate through his very soul.
Mike's body convulsed, his arms and legs straining against the restraints that held him in place. The pain was so intense that it was almost numbing, his balls pressed against his pelvic bone, a new type of agony that left him gasping for breath.
"Very good, Stella," Linda's voice cut through the air, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Keep that power and passion. That's the kind of anger Carrie's best friend would feel."
Stella nodded, her eyes locked onto Mike's contorted face. Her boot swung back again, and she unleashed a rapid succession of kicks, her legs moving with the precision of a well-oiled machine. Each impact sent a fresh wave of pain crashing into Mike's body, the force of her rage echoing through his bones. He felt the room spin around him, the only constant the agonizing throb in his groin.
The fifth kick was even harder than previous ones, her boot smashing into his crotch with a sickening thud that made Mike's teeth grind together. The sixth hit landed like a hammer, the pain so intense that it was totally overwhelming. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but absorb the relentless onslaught of Stella's fury.
Stella's face was a mask of concentrated rage as she delivered the seventh kick, her foot connecting with a sound that was a mix of a thud and a slam. Mike's vision swam, the room spinning around him as he tried to focus on the pain, to understand it, to somehow control it.
The eighth kick was a blur, the world narrowing to the point of impact, the pain so intense it was almost a separate entity in the room. Stella's boot collided with his groin again and again, the force of it sending him upwards, his body jerking against the restraints like a marionette with a broken string.
"Look, they're changing color!" Stella exclaimed, her voice high-pitched with excitement. Mike's eyes, wide open and teary, looked down to where she was pointing. Sure enough, his testicles were bright red. He felt a surge of nausea, his stomach twisting with the horror of it all.
"Very good, Stella," Linda said, her voice a purr of satisfaction. "You've just shown real passion! Now, as I promised, you can kick him 10 more times. And I hope that you won't break the character and hit him with the same power, really make him feel Carrie's anger!”
[Mike's Audition: Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1kixxxv/mikes_audition_chapter_1/)
[Mike's Audition: Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1kmmf65/mikes_audition_chapter_2/)
[Mike's Audition: Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1krg8ac/mikes_audition_chapter_3/)
Mike's Audition
Copyright by DanWilsow. All rights reserved.
No reproduction, retransmission, re-posting on another Internet site is permitted without the expressed WRITTEN consent of the author ([email protected]). The following story is for mature ADULTS only and is pure fiction. Any similarity to actual events is pure coincidence. The story is for ADULT entertainment. The plot of the story if it were true may be considered illegal or abusive. The author neither advocates nor condones such conduct but believes in the right of free creative expression. The author understands the difference between fantasy and reality. By reading this article, the reader hereby asserts that this material is appropriate for the area in which the reader resides and is of an appropriate age to access ADULT material. Comments are ALWAYS welcome. Reader feedback encourages my writing!
# Chapter 4
[Stella](https://imgur.com/swcjr9C)
[Linda](https://imgur.com/avvOTGx)
[Emma](https://imgur.com/5pfnDp6)
"As you remember the second scene," Linda began, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she outlined the setup, "starts with Emma coming back into the room, her eyes blazing with anger and betrayal." She paused, her gaze raking over Mike's trembling form.
"Her two best friends," she continued, gesturing to the spiky-haired and busty assistants who had been watching the previous scene with a mix of fascination and glee, "will be played by my lovely assistants here, Stella and Ginger."
Stella and Ginger waved their hands, their eyes lighting up with excitement. Mike's heart sank further into his chest. He didn't know if he could take another round of this, but he had no choice. He was an actor, and this was his job. And what's more important he was restrained.
"Emma," Linda instructed, her voice a soft, seductive purr, "when you come back into the room, you're going to be filled with rage. You hate Mike for what he's done to you. You're going to scream your words with every ounce of fury you have in you."
Emma nodded, her eyes flashing with the anger that Linda had called for. Mike felt a chill run down his spine as he watched her transform into the character before his very eyes.
"And when you say 'I hate this cheater,'" Linda went on, her voice a low, seductive murmur, "make sure it's loud enough to shake the walls. Then, pick up the bat and let loose. Five hard hits, no holding back."
Emma nodded. She could see the trepidation in Mike's eyes, the way his body was already tensing in anticipation of the pain. But she had to do this. For the scene. For the role. For her dream.
"Remember," Linda said, her eyes gleaming with a dark excitement, "the hits must be so hard that we should hear distinct swishes of the bat. Each one has to be like a knife, cutting through the air with a sound that makes us all cringe. And after the hits, Mike needs to truly understand that he's sorry. He must feel every throb, every pulse of pain to the fullest."
Mike felt the weight of Linda's words press down on him like a boulder. His body was already in agony, each breath a reminder of the beating he had endured. “I’ve already truly understood everything!“ Mike wanted to scream. But he knew they weren't done with him yet. He had signed the consent form, had promised to push through, and he had no other way but not to disappoint.
"And then, Stella," Linda said, her eyes glinting with excitement as she looked at the spiky-haired assistant, "you're going to step forward." Mike's heart raced waiting for the sentence, his stomach a twisted knot of dread.
"You're going to look at Mike," Linda's voice was confident as usual, "and you're going to shout, 'It's definitely not enough!'" The words hung in the air like a curse. Mike's breath hitched, his eyes flickering to Stella. Her eyes shone with excitement. She looked like a cat ready to pounce, her body coiled with the anticipation of delivering the punishment that had been promised.
"Then you kick him," Linda said, her excited eyes boring into Stella's. "Make sure it's with everything you've got. I want to see the power in your legs, the force of your anger. Make it look like you're trying to rip his balls off with every kick."
Stella's eyes widened with excitement, her booted foot flexing with eager anticipation. The room felt colder for Mike, the air thicker, as the tension grew.
Linda's continued speaking. "Stella, I want you to really feel the anger Carrie has towards Mike." She paused, her eyes flicking from Stella's eager face to Mike's trembling form. "Make five hard kicks," she began, her voice trailing off, "but..."
The director tapped a manicured nail against her teeth, considering the scene, her eyes narrowed in thought. "No," she said finally, "I think five won't do it justice. For the realism of the scene, it definitely has to be ten times. Full force, Stella."
Mike felt his stomach drop, his heart racing as he took in the sudden change of instructions. Ten kicks to the groin, with full force. The pain he had just endured was nothing compared to what was about to happen.
Mike looked down. Her boots looked terrifying. They seemed to be made of leather as tough as her spirit. They rose high on her legs, almost to her shins, the soles thick and unforgiving. The broad square toes of the boots were like golf clubs ready to hit the ball, and the sight of them alone could make the bravest soul quiver with a mix of fascination and fear. The boots looked capable of crushing the hardest substances, and the thought of them making contact with his testicles made his blood run cold.
"And to the most interesting part," Linda said, her eyes alight with excitement. "Ginger, after Stella's done, you're going to step in." Mike felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead as he watched Ginger, the busty assistant, saunter over with a malicious glint in her eye. “What a hell could be more ‘interesting’ than kicking?” Mike was afraid of the answer.
"You say, 'He must understand what he has lost,'" Linda spoke, her voice a low, dramatic drawl. "Take the stool," she nodded towards the object, "and place it right here," she tapped the floor right between Mike's legs.
"Then," Linda said, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight, "you're going to lay Mike's balls on that stool. Gently, like you're setting a baby bird back in its nest." She smiled.
"Then," Linda said, her voice a low, thrilling speech, "once Mike's...erm...equipment is neatly placed on the stool," she gestured with a flourish, "you're going to take this mallet, Ginger, and hit him.” Linda put a rubber mallet out of the desk. The kind you definitely wouldn't want anywhere near your balls. “One hit for each testicle. Make it count, darling."
Mike's eyes widened in horror as the words sank in. The mallet looked heavy. He gulped, his throat dry as a desert.
"Ginger," Linda began, her voice a sweet, sickening melody, "before each hit, you're going to say a different phrase, okay?" Mike was all attention, his body tense as a bowstring.
"You're going to look into Mike's eyes," she instructed, her gaze flicking to Ginger's eager face, "and say 'For her love'. Then," she paused for dramatic effect, "you hit him." Mike felt his stomach churn, the thought of the mallet connecting with his vulnerable flesh making him want to retch.
Linda continued her twisted monologue, her words painting a vivid picture of pain. "When you say 'For her beauty'," she continued, her eyes shining with a disturbing intensity, "make sure to hit him with the same passionate anger Carrie feels for being cheated on. Each hit has to be a promise of pain for his treachery."
Linda's voice was like thunder for Mike as she continued. "For her kindness," she said, her eyes boring into Mike's. "For her charm," she added, her smile wicked. "For her grace," she listed, her gaze never leaving Mike's terrified eyes. "For her sense of humor," she went on, her tone mocking. "For her elegance," she concluded, her eyes gleaming with a malicious excitement.
Mike's stomach was a tight knot of dread. He had endured the slaps, the bat, and now this. More hits with the bat, ten kicks and, if he counted it right, seven mallet blows to his balls. He wasn't sure he could survive it all. The thought of each hit sent shivers of fear down his spine again and again, his balls already tender and swollen from the previous abuse.
"How many hits is it?" Linda asked. "Seven?" she mused, stroking her chin with a manicured finger. "I think we must make the number even, let it be ten as well. Can anybody make up some more personality traits for which to hit?"
Ginger looked thoughtful. "It's difficult to make up more personality traits," she said, her eyes flicking to Mike's crotch, "but maybe we can add a couple more physical ones. What do you think, Linda? Can we?"
Linda nodded, stroking her chin in contemplation. "Excellent, Ginger," she said, her eyes sparkling with a sadistic glee. "Let's have a little creative brainstorm, shall we? I want each of you to think of a unique trait about Carrie that could be a reason for Mike's punishment. Make it something that resonates with you."
The assistants looked at each other, a frenzied excitement bubbling up inside them. They began to shout out suggestions, their words tumbling over each other like a river of malice. "Her beautiful eyes!" "Her wonderful smile!" "Her soft voice!" "Her graceful walk!" "Her kind heart!" "Her warm laugh!" "Her glowing skin!" "Her silky hair!" "Her elegant posture!" "Her playful spirit!" "Her caring nature!" "Her tender touch!" "Her expressive face!" The room was a cacophony of spiteful creativity.
Linda held up a hand, silencing them with a gesture. "Enough," she murmured, her eyes glittering with a dark amusement. "We can't possibly choose just three from such a list. But," she added with a wicked smile, "that doesn't mean we can't use all of them. It seems to me you've just listed 13 features. What a coincidence! 13 + 7 = 20. Let it be 20 hits with the mallet. 10 hits for each of the balls. Nice and fair, I think"
Mike felt his stomach plummet to the floor. Twenty hits with a mallet to his testicles? It was a nightmare. They can’t be serious and hit him full force with the mallet! Because if they do it will be a castration! They definitely won’t do it. He tried to calm himself down. Everything will be ok. They will not be hitting full force. And he’ll overtake it. He can't back out now. He is an actor, and this is his dream. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart.
"Let's begin," Linda said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "But first, let's test all the types of hits and kicks. Emma, please take a table tennis bat and begin."
Mike's body tensed as Emma took the bat in her hand. He knew what was coming, had already felt the stings of the bat. But this time will be different because Emma has to hit him stronger, much stronger. The room got colder, the air thicker with anticipation and fear. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the blow.
"How many times?" Emma's voice was barely a whisper, trembling with the weight of the question.
Linda's smile was cold, calculated. "If you hit him as hard as you can, darling, three should do it."
Emma's eyes searched Mike's, looking for any sign of protest. But all she saw was his unwavering determination. He was ready, willing to endure whatever was necessary for the sake of their shared dream. She took a deep breath, raised the bat, and swung.
The hit was hard, really hard, harder than anything Mike has felt today. The pain exploded in his groin, sending waves of agony through his entire body. But even amidst the chaos of pain, he heard Linda's voice, cool and confident. "Again," she said, her eyes on the monitor, watching the scene unfold with the scrutiny of a hawk eyeing its prey. "The sound isn't right. It needs to be louder. And everybody must also hear a distinctive swish of the bat through the air."
Emma's arms trembled with the effort, the bat feeling like it weighed a ton. She took a deep breath and swung again. This time, the bat went faster and the sound was louder, a sickening whip-crack that seemed to echo through the room. Mike's eyes watered, his body jolting with the impact. He could feel more bruises forming, the swelling growing. But Linda still wasn't satisfied. "Again," she said, her voice a whip crack of authority. "Make you swing a little faster and harder"
The third hit was like a bomb going off in Mike's body. His vision swam with stars, his hearing muffled by the roar of pain that filled his ears. He felt the bat connect with his testicles, the sound of it meeting flesh echoing in his head like a gunshot. His body arched, his muscles straining against the restraints. He felt as though a red-hot iron had been shoved into his groin, the searing agony shooting through his body like lightning. His eyes bulged, the cords in his neck straining as the shockwaves of pain continued to ripple through him. Every muscle in his body tensed, fighting against the bonds that held him captive, his legs kicking wildly in a futile effort to protect himself from further assault.
"That's it!" Linda exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. "That's the sound we want. That's the kind of commitment to the craft that I love to see and hear. Now, Emma, darling, I want you to make three hits just like that. Show us what you've got."
Emma's heart was racing, her knuckles white around the bat. She was hesitant. On the one hand, she didn't want to do this. She had seen the pain in Mike's eyes, the agony etched into his features. On the other hand, she had this new desire inside her - to test the limits of his endurance because despite the pain he seemed to be still withstanding it.
"No need to hit again," she said at last, her voice shaking with the intensity of her emotions. "I've got it. I'll do everything properly!"
But Linda was not to be swayed by pleas or promises. "I've told you," she said, her voice a whip crack of anger. "You do as I say. Now, if you can't follow simple instructions, then there's a penalty for you. Six hits to his balls. Satisfied? Now!"
Mike felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead, his stomach churning with dread. He wanted to scream “Penalty for Emma? Really? For Emma? And what about me?!” But he already knew there's no point in arguing with Linda, that she would not hesitate to enforce her will. He watched as Emma's hand tightened around the bat, her knuckles white with the effort of controlling her emotions.
Emma whispered ‘Sorry’ to Mike with just her lips. Her first hit was like a thunderclap in the room, the sound of the bat hitting his flesh echoing in his ears. Mike's body spasmed, his eyes squeezing shut as the pain shot through him. He couldn't hold back the scream that ripped from his throat, a sound so raw and primal that it seemed to shake the very walls of the room.
The second hit came quicker than he expected, the pain doubling, tripling, becoming a living entity that consumed him. His body was a ragdoll in the hands of a cruel child, jerking and twitching with each impact. The tears streamed down his cheeks, a silent confession of his agony.
Emma's swings didn't weaken, driven by Linda's relentless instructions and the fury of her character. Each hit was a ruthless challenge, a promise of pain for Mike's fictional infidelity. Mike's screams grew louder, filling the room with a cacophony of suffering that seemed to drown out the world around them.
The third hit was swift and brutal, the bat striking him with a ferocity that left no room for doubt about the depth of Emma's anger. The impact was so intense that Mike felt his entire body spasm, his legs kicking out wildly against the restraints. He could feel the blood rushing to his face, his vision pulsing with the rhythm of his hammering heart.
The fourth hit was a blur of pain, the bat moving so fast that it seemed to be a mere extension of Emma's rage. Mike's body convulsed, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, his eyes closed against the agony that washed over him in waves. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, his skin sticky and cold despite the heat of the room.
The fifth hit was a pick of pain, a symphony of agony that seemed to peak with each swing of the bat. The sound of it connecting with his flesh was like a drumbeat in his ears, a rhythm that pounded in time with the racing of his heart. He bit his lip to keep from screaming, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh as he fought to maintain control.
The sixth hit was a blur, the bat a silver streak that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. His vision swam, his world narrowing to the single point of contact where the plastic met his groin. The pain was so intense that he felt like he was floating, adrift in an ocean of suffering that had no bottom, no shore.
Emma was breathing hard now, her eyes full with emotions of what she had done. But she knew she had to keep going and a little bit wanted it. For the scene. For Carrie. For herself. She took a step back, her arms shaking with the effort of holding the bat. Mike was convulsing before her, his screams unstoppable, a dance of pain that filled the room.
"Perfect," Linda said, her voice cold and satisfied. "Now, let's move on to the kicks." She clapped her hands, the sharp sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. "Stella, darling, it's your turn. Demonstrate us and Mike your kicks. Do it in such a way so that Mike definitely liked it." She smiled.
Stella's eyes glinted with excitement as she took her place in front of Mike, her boot tapping the floor with a rhythmic thud. Mike felt his stomach churn, his body bracing itself for the onslaught.
"How many kicks?" Stella's voice was a mix of eagerness and cruel amusement.
Linda studied Mike's bruised and trembling form, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Three should suffice," she said with a shrug. "Make each one count. I want to see the power of your anger."
"Three?" Stella's voice was filled with disappointment, her eyes pleading as she looked at Linda. "But Emma just hit him six times! Even more overall!" she protested, her hand on her hip. "It's not fair!"
Linda's smile was cold, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure. "Life's not fair, Stella," she said, her voice a purr. "But if you really feel the need to make it fair and authentic, I suppose we can add another three kicks."
Mike felt his heart drop into his stomach. He had endured so much already, and now it seemed like the torment would never end. He looked up at Stella, her eyes alight with a dark excitement that sent chills down his spine.
"But in total, Emma has already hit him more than six times," Stella said, her voice a purr of discontent. Mike's eyes widened with horror as he realized she was referring not only to two recent hits but also to the slaps and the bat strikes from earlier.
"How many times do you want to kick him, Stella?" Linda asked, her voice a mix of surprise and amusement.
Stella's eyes gleamed with a malicious excitement. "Twenty," she said, her voice a low, hungry growl. "Twenty times should be enough for me to understand how to kick and to act my part properly."
Mike felt the color drain from his face. Twenty kicks to the groin? He wasn't sure he could survive three. Linda smiled widely, her eyes flicking between Stella and Mike. She seemed to be considering the proposal, her gaze lingering on Mike's trembling body.
"Well," she said finally, her voice a smooth, sadistic purr, "since you're feeling so responsible, Stella, let's compromise. For the sake of authenticity, we'll start with ten kicks. If you perform them with the passion big enough to take revenge for Carrie, I might just consider letting you go up to twenty. As a present."
Stella's smile grew wider, her eyes flashing with a dark excitement. She took a step back, her boot tapping the floor with a sharp, rhythmic beat. Mike felt his heart racing, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He didn't know yet what was coming.
The first kick was a totally new reality for Mike. Stella's boot connected with his groin with a force that was beyond anything he could have imagined. His body jolted upwards, his eyes bulging with the pain that shot through him like a bolt of lightning. The bat had been agony, but this was something else entirely. This was a pain that was deeper, more primal. A pain that seemed to resonate through his very soul.
Mike's body convulsed, his arms and legs straining against the restraints that held him in place. The pain was so intense that it was almost numbing, his balls pressed against his pelvic bone, a new type of agony that left him gasping for breath.
"Very good, Stella," Linda's voice cut through the air, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Keep that power and passion. That's the kind of anger Carrie's best friend would feel."
Stella nodded, her eyes locked onto Mike's contorted face. Her boot swung back again, and she unleashed a rapid succession of kicks, her legs moving with the precision of a well-oiled machine. Each impact sent a fresh wave of pain crashing into Mike's body, the force of her rage echoing through his bones. He felt the room spin around him, the only constant the agonizing throb in his groin.
The fifth kick was even harder than previous ones, her boot smashing into his crotch with a sickening thud that made Mike's teeth grind together. The sixth hit landed like a hammer, the pain so intense that it was totally overwhelming. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but absorb the relentless onslaught of Stella's fury.
Stella's face was a mask of concentrated rage as she delivered the seventh kick, her foot connecting with a sound that was a mix of a thud and a slam. Mike's vision swam, the room spinning around him as he tried to focus on the pain, to understand it, to somehow control it.
The eighth kick was a blur, the world narrowing to the point of impact, the pain so intense it was almost a separate entity in the room. Stella's boot collided with his groin again and again, the force of it sending him upwards, his body jerking against the restraints like a marionette with a broken string.
"Look, they're changing color!" Stella exclaimed, her voice high-pitched with excitement. Mike's eyes, wide open and teary, looked down to where she was pointing. Sure enough, his testicles were bright red. He felt a surge of nausea, his stomach twisting with the horror of it all.
"Very good, Stella," Linda said, her voice a purr of satisfaction. "You've just shown real passion! Now, as I promised, you can kick him 10 more times. And I hope that you won't break the character and hit him with the same power, really make him feel Carrie's anger!”
