40 Years Old and things get much worse

Part 1 here https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/U1d5Kxky7N

Sarah firmed up her grip on Ryan, twisting his nuts sideways and really digging into his balls with her fingers. He’d been screaming for a few seconds already, but she heard his voice rise up an octave as she increased the torsion. She flexed the muscles in her forearm, watching it swell up. His voice went into a high pitched shriek. Sarah thought to herself ‘he sounds like a really crappy bag pipe’ and decided to pull his sack out from his body. Ryan started gagging, no breath left in him to scream. When she had his testicles stretched out enough to begin straining his entire midsection against the bonds he was secured in, bowing him outwards, she gave another savage wenching twist. She’d been expecting a real corker of a sound to come out of him, but instead his body went limp.

Sarah looked up, Ryan’s eyes were rolled back in his head, just the whites showing. Sarah released her hold on his manhood, and his body sagged against the bonds. Dominique had done a great job securing him. His arms and legs were strapped into an X shape on a St. Andrew’s Cross. His screams had been kind of amusing, but too loud for her taste. It also made her feel a bit too much sympathy for the boy.

She looked around and found the discarded ball gag from earlier. The entire dungeon was full of toys she could use, but before she’d left, Dominique had given her pretty clear instructions. “Break him, again and again, until he’s pissing himself in terror. I don’t want him to ever forget this lesson. He’s mine. Only I can relieve his pain. I want him to pray for my return.” She smiled at Sarah and started to exit the room. “If you get to the point of hospitalizing him, then you can slow it down and get more creative, but I want you to brutalize him savagely first. He’s got decent core muscles, so you could also bruise some ribs.”: She started to slide the sound proof door into place. “Or choke the bitch out, slowly, he hates that.” Dominique gave her a final seductive smile. “I’ve got to do a quick house call with another client and should be back within a couple of hours.”

Sarah picked up a bottle of water and splashed a bit on Ryan. He came awake with a start. “Ah, my scared little rabbit is awake. Caught in his own snare.” His eyes widened in fear. Sarah held up the ball gag, and dropped it to the floor. She stepped down on it with her sweaty calloused feet, compressing it almost flat and rolling it around. She snuck a toe under one of the straps and with a casual flick, tossed it up, catching it easily. The gag was covered in dirt, sweat, possibly other things. Ryan looked at it, turning a bit green with how gross it looked. Sarah laughed at his distress and smashed a brutal knee strike into his swollen balls. He’d been fixated on the gag and hadn’t the faintest warning it was coming. Involuntarily, he opened his mouth to scream out his agony, but Sarah was faster and waiting for exactly that reaction. She had a strap in each hand and rammed the filthy gag into Ryan’s mouth. He bit down hard, trying to bellow, but Sarah was already securing the harness behind his head. She tightened up the strap to force the gag in deeper. Ryan shook his head, trying to get vile taste from his mouth, but Sarah swung a vicious punch into his abdomen, driving the air out of his lungs. He swallowed a mouthful of crap, coughing and gagging on it. Sarah watched him closely to make sure he wasn’t choking to death.

Once she was satisfied that he was merely revolted by the experience, she smacked him with an open palm across the face. It’s got his attention. Ryan glared at her with something new; pure rage. He was clearly pissed off now. Sarah lifted his chin, enjoying the fact that he had a deeper reserve of strength for her to break down. “Oh, did I touch a nerve little man?” He snorted in fury, face flushing red. “Well, I guess I’m in trouble then? No more fun and games?” He strained against the bonds, trying to force his way out. She let him struggle for a minute, but he was well and truly trapped. “Stop me from breaking your balls, tough guy.” She lashed out with a front kick, catching his nuts between her shin and his pelvis. He kind of ignored it, continuing to tug at the shackles. ‘Adrenoline Rush’ Sarah thought to herself. She decided to pepper him with left/right punches to the core and side ribs. She slapped him in the face a few more times, keeping up his anger. “Oooo, I’m in sooo much trouble when you get loose?” Sarah jeered at him, seeing how absolutely incensed he still was.

Sarah snagged her Gi top off the floor. She was only wearing a pink sports bra that showed off her muscled physique, and the Gi leggings. She moved up to him, nearly nose to nose. Ryan shot her daggers with his eyes. Sarah slammed another knee into his balls. “Wrong attitude fuck wad, I’ll have to correct that.” She casually looped the sleeve of the Gi around his neck. “You…” she synched up one hand on the material. “... aren’t..” she crossed over her wrist with her other hand, grabbing the far side of the Gi, tightening it around his neck. “... in…” her clenched fists rotated, taking out all of the slack in the cloth. “...control!” she growled the last word and yanked her corded arms, cutting off all blood flow to his brain. Ryan started turning purple almost immediately, Sarah had locked in a brutal choke hold.

As he realized what was happening, a spike of fear finally punched through his anger. Ryan hated being choked out. It had happened a few times, but typically it was too quick for him to really panic about it. This time he saw it coming. His eyes started to go bloodshot, and his face was getting dark, when Sarah released the pressure, but not the hold. He came back from the brink, color returning to his face. When he looked into Sarah’s eyes, she tightened up the hold again. “Nothing you can do, or say will stop me.” She placed a knee on his chest and leaned away from him, increasing the pain of the hold. She tugged the Gi around his neck, giving him rope burn. He was bucking wildly, but inexorably, his face started turning purple again. When he was about to go under, she again relaxed the tension. Definitely, fear was the driving emotion now. He trashed and bucked, trying to get away.

Sarah let him panic for a few seconds, then slammed another knee into his testicles. They were getting really swollen now, easy targets. Ryan started to gag, but she synched up the choke, sending him into a full panic. She very gradually increased the pressure; letting the anticipation build. “You know, I might just collapse your windpipe with this” A little tighter, a jerk to the side to keep him guessing. “Or if I hold on too long, or too hard.. “ she flexed her biceps and upper torso, sharply closing the noose, making a fast painful choke. “... you go brain dead.” Ryan screamed out in terror through the gag.

She relaxed slightly, looking him in the eye. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear. “I’m going to kill you now, ...slowly... and you…” Sarah tightened up the sleeve, compressing his wind pipe. “... can do nothing, but watch.” She intentionally put on a big show of making her muscles dance in his vision. She cracked her knuckles as the hold closed up, shockingly loud in Ryan’s ears. “Utterly helpless.” Sarah locked in the hold, hard and vicious. Ryan’s bladder let go, soaking through his underwear. A bit of the urine splattered on her toes, but she didn’t mind, instead pulling as hard as she could on the makeshift noose. This was what she’d been waiting for; total submission, utter humiliation. She felt a warm puddle underfoot and gave another tug, then looked up. Ryan’s face was a deep purple, eyes rolling about wildly, just the whites showing, and his body was twitching spasmodically. She released the hold with satisfaction, carefully stepping away from his unconscious form.

Sarah looked at the mess she’d just made. ‘Now it was decision time. Take him down and make him clean it up? She was pretty sure that she’d accomplished goal one for Dominique, the boy was definitely broken emotionally. But she was also tasked with breaking him physically, and while his spirit is weak, the body is still surprisingly resilient. Maybe, I should leave him strapped up until I shatter a testicle?’ With a nod to herself, Sarah left the sack of meat strapped to the cross and went looking for a mop.

Part 3? It's going to be ugly if we go there.

https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/o5u4LrRtyk
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