Isabella's College Social Life, Part 3 (Isabella, Megan)

Note: Contains castration (intense at the end), contains brief, non-descriptive mention of male on female sexual assault

When Jay told Megan that he was going to the Greek Spring Formal with Julia, she was furious. Her anger with Jay overcame her annoyance with Isabella and she began to vent to her. “I can’t believe he picked that big tittied bimbo over me!” she fumed.

“Don’t be mad at Julia, she just said she was available” Isabella argued, “He’s the one who dumped you.”

Rage flashed over Megan’s face: “Oh, I’m mad at him too! I’m so mad, I could….”

“Kick him in the nuts?” Isabella asked eagerly.

“Yes,” Megan admitted, “whatever happened to Alec was an accident, but I feel like I could really….”

“Break Jay’s balls?” Isabella prompted as Megan trailed off unwilling to finish the thought.

“Yeah, I really could,” Megan said softly, “Does that make me a bitch?”

“Guys probably think so,” Isabella laughed, “but who cares what they think. It’s really super easy to do! Guys only call anyone who even jokes about it a bitch so that more girls won’t learn how much fun it is! Trust me.”

“Have you really broken a guy?” Megan asked uncertainly.

“Sure, it’s funny and really interesting to see what a big deal it is for guys to lose a couple of little chunks of flesh.”

“You’re not serious,” Megan said. She was intrigued but also worried that Isabella was just teasing her.

“Look,” Isabella offered, “If you want, I’ll help you set it up so you can kick Jay in the balls as hard as you want.”

“Are you serious?” Megan asked with open interest.

Isabella said she was serious, and the two girls began discussing possibilities. For the first time, Isabella felt a real connection with her roommate.

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After the two girls had come up with an idea, Isabella talked to Ms. Wilson. When Ms. Wilson walked into the gym on Monday to teach her “Health and Fitness” class, she knew that at least one of her students was going to lose his balls that day.

She blew her whistle, and as the students lined up in front of her. “We are going to work on self-defense for the next two weeks,” she said enthusiastically, “and we’re starting today with something really important: groin attacks! Girls, you are going to learn how to effectively use an attacker’s testicles to overpower him. Guys, I’m sorry to say that you probably won’t be able to do much against the moves I’m going to show the girls, but you’ll learn the safest way to go limp and show that you submit, so helpfully if this happens in real life you might be able to get out of it while you can still have kids!" 

The girls giggled while the guys looked at the ground and shifted nervously.

“First, we are going to pair up and learn a little bit about how fragile that part of the anatomy is.”

Something about the way Ms. Wilson drew out the word fragile made the girls grin and sent a chill down the spine of the guys.

“Don’t we need cups?” one guy asked nervously.

“Not for this, Connor” Ms. Wilson smiled, “This is just a warm up. Also if you learn to rely on a cup, you might not be able to protect yourself if you really need to. Now, pay attention while I pair you up. Connor, you pair with Julia.”

Normally Connor would have been excited to get paired with Julia just to watch her boobs bounce, but now he fearfully wondered if Ms. Wilson had paired him with this very athletic soccer player as some kind of punishment for asking about a cup.

Ms. Wilson continued calling out their names until eight delighted girls and eight frightened guys stood facing each other.

“Oops,” exclaimed Ms. Wilson, “We ended up with two guys leftover, didn’t we? Don’t worry, Jay and Michael, I saw some girls in the foyer and I bet they’d have fun helping out!”

Ms. Wilson ducked out of the gym briefly. To Jay’s horror, she returned with Megan and Isabella behind her. Isabella was skipping happily, but Megan has staring coldly at him as the stomped in. He knew that she was still fuming that he broke his date with her to ask Julia to the formal.

“Please don’t pair me with Megan, please don’t pair me with Megan, please don’t pair me with Megan,” Jay thought desperately as he became acutely aware of his vulnerable nuts hanging loosely in his jock strap beneath his thin shorts.

“Megan, you pair with Jay there,” Ms. Wilson instructed.

“No,” Jay whimpered involuntarily, and Julia, who guessed what he was thinking, snorted with laughter.

Ignoring this, Ms. Wilson continued, “And Isabella, you pair with Michael. Everyone, face your partner. Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart. First, it is very important that you girls empathize with these guys so that you understand that kicking or kneeing or twisting a guy’s testicles isn’t just an effective physical defense. It also has a big psychological effect. So, boys, tell your partner how you would feel if she kicked you in the balls right now, not just how you would feel physically but how you would feel emotionally.”

The guys had turned red and were trying not to make eye contact as they stammered responses. The girls either smiled excitedly or tried to look sympathetic, or at least casual.

Isabella’s partner, Michael, started to ramble something about how silly this was, but Isabella talked over him: “I actually don’t care. Just don’t say anything, and I won’t break your balls, ok? I want to listen to Jay and Megan.”

“What?” Michael gasped, “Why would you even say that? That is so messed up! That is the worst thing you could possibly do. I can’t believe that you would even joke about that.”

As Michael droned on, Isabella thought, “Whatever, his loss” as she stopped paying attention and focused on Megan and Jay a few feet away.”

“Come on,” Megan was prompting, “How would you feel if I kicked you in the balls?”

“You wouldn’t do that, would you?” Jay asked nervously.

“You said you would go to the Greek Spring Formal with me, but now you’re going with Julia. Do you know how bad that made me feel? Do you think getting kicked in the balls could make you feel worse than that?” Megan demanded as Jay seemed to shrink before her.

“I’m sorry,” he pleaded, “I am, but I don’t deserve to get kicked in the balls! No one does! You don’t know how much that hurts!”

“Attention everyone!” Ms. Wilson announced, “I’ve been listening to some of you, and most of you seem to be talking about the physical pain, not how it makes you feel. That’s ok, that’s normal. It’s hard to talk about feeling powerless or inferior, so we are going to try something else.”

The guys exhaled and relaxed a little in the split second before Ms. Wilson ordered: “Kick them!” Some girls responded immediately, driving their feet aggressively into the balls of the surprised guys across from them. Others hesitated, but then gave a quick kick, either because they didn’t want to miss the opportunity or because they didn’t want to lose points in the class. Some just froze. 

“Now,” Ms. Wilson said cheerfully, “all you guys who got kicked, tell your partner how you feel. Are you surprised at how easily they overpowered you? Do you feel defeated? Worthless? Are you afraid of them? Do you suddenly have a crush? Don’t be embarrassed some guys react that way! It is all part of the natural order of the world. While you share, I’m going to work with the girls who didn’t land a kick so that we can all have the same experience.”

Meanwhile, because of her practice and total lack of inhibition, Isabella’s kick had been devastating, and Michael collapsed to a heaving mass on the ground. “Just stay down and stay quiet,” Isabella ordered as she stood above him and expertly planted her gym shoe on his now-ruptured balls so that she could grind them to mush if he moved or made too much noise. Her focus was totally on Megan and Jay.

Megan had kicked powerfully and aimed through the pelvis, like Isabella had coached her and the effect was impressive. Jay lay on the ground sobbing.

“I’m sorry,” he managed to wheeze.

“How do you feel?” Megan demanded, towering over Jay.

“Sorry,” Jay whimpered “And frightened. I think you really hurt me.”

Megan laughed, “You mean broke your balls? Maybe. I’ve already done that to one guy. Do you respect me now?”

“Yes, yes,” Jay stammered.

Megan knew that he would say anything but also knew from the look of terror in his eyes that he now respected her out of fear if nothing else.

Around them, similar scenes were playing out slightly differently in each pair. Each group was discovering the guys’ vulnerability and the power of the girls who had put their balls in various degrees of pain.

“Good work everyone!” Ms. Wilson congratulated them after she had coached the last of the shy girls into landing a solid kick, “I’m sure that everyone learned someone important today. Next class, we’ll focus more on technique.”

The girls poured out of the gym talking excitedly and the guys slowly limped behind them. Except for Michael. Even after Isabella took her foot off his crotch, he remained on the ground, crying and clutching himself.

“I’m sorry Ms. Wilson,” Isabella said sheepishly, “I tried not to kick too hard, but I think I broke him a little! I’m sure it isn’t too bad though.”

“Don’t worry!” Ms. Wilson laughed, “I paired you two up on purpose. Michael has needed a little adjustment for a while. Helped me get him to my office, and we’ll get him fixed up, ok?”

The emphasis that Ms. Wilson put on “adjustment” and “fixed” excited Isabella, and she eagerly helped haul Michael back to Ms. Wilson’s office, which also served as a triage center for sports injuries.

When they got there, Ms. Wilson hoisted Michael onto the exam table, where she efficiently cut off his clothes. After probing his balls attentively with her fingers as he moaned in pain, Ms. Wilson pulled Isabella to the side, out of Michael’s hearing.

“You’ll probably be happy to know,” Ms. Wilson laughed, “both of his balls have minor ruptures, although the damage should be relatively easy to repair.”

“I guess I got a little carried away,” Isabella said, “I tried to hold back because I know how important it is to be careful. He was just so annoying, I couldn’t resist a hard kick.”

“Oh, I understand! He has that effect on women. Honestly, you showed impressive self-control,” Ms. Wilson complemented, “I was testing you a little to see how much you would hold back, but to tell you the truth now, I was counting on you doing enough damage to make the next part believable.”

“What next part?” Isabella asked with anticipation, and Ms. Wilson quickly explained her plan.

Then, Ms. Wilson casually strolled back to the table and gripped Michael firmly by his aching balls,  “Hmmm,” she intoned, “You are in a bit of a difficult situation.”

Meanwhile, Isabella had moved to the side of the table and, to Michael’s surprise held his hand softly and gave it a gentle, supportive squeeze.

Beginning to panic, he spat “Are my balls ok?” and tried to sit up before a quick but forceful tug on his nuts sent him back down.

“They are pretty badly damaged,” Ms. Wilson said in a serious tone, “the chances are they aren’t going to survive.”

“No!” Michael gasped, panic and sorrow filling his eyes.

“I’m afraid so,” Ms. Wilson said almost sympathetically, despite the fact that she was slowing increasing the pressure on his balls. “But that’s not your only problem, is it?”

“What do you mean?” Michael asked in confusion.

“I know that happened with Sasha Evans,” she replied icily, tightening her grip as Michael yelped and squirmed.

“No, she was lying!” he squealed.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Ms. Wilson said calmly, “She has physical proof that you assaulted her, and you might draw the case out, but sooner or later you are going to be expelled and probably end up with a criminal record.”

“Why are you bringing this up?” Michael begged.

“Because,” Ms. Wilson smiled, “I happen to know that Sasha will drop the whole thing if you do one teeny, tiny thing.”

“What?” Michael demanded fearfully.

“Castrate yourself,” Ms. Wilson said chipperly.

Ignoring his angry reactions, she continued, “Isabella has already basically done it for you. I was hoping she would get your attention and give us an excuse to have this conversation. I didn’t realize your testes were so fragile. It’s probably a congenital weakness. Certainly not her fault. And, according to the waiver you signed when you enrolled in this class, nothing you can hold her or me responsible for. But it does make your decision easier, doesn’t it?”

“No,” Michael sobbed in horror.

“Really,” Ms. Wilson asked puzzled, “It seems very easy to me. Either I drive you to the hospital now, they cut your balls off there and then you get expelled and probably go to jail. Or, you castrate yourself right here. We won’t mention to Sasha that they were already as good as dead, she’ll be happy, and none of the other bad stuff will happen to you.”

“No,” Michael wept, “This is some kind of trick. How would Sasha even know?”

“Oh,” Ms. Wilson smiled, reducing the pressure on Michael’s balls slightly for the first time, “Isabella has been messaging her this whole time from your phone. Didn’t you feel her press your thumb against it to unlock it? How’s it coming Isabella?”

“Great!” Isabella exclaimed, “So far, he has told Sasha that he’s racked with guilt about what he did to her, admitted everything, said he’s sorry, explained that when a beautiful and mysterious Latina accidently kicked him in the balls in gym class today, he realized that he doesn’t deserve to have balls, told her he went to the ag science department and got a tool and now plans to castrate himself. She’s begging him not to.”

“Beautiful and mysterious Latina?” Ms. Wilson said with a raised eyebrow.

“Ok,” Isabella grinned, “I didn’t really type that. I stayed on script, and Sasha has been perfect, totally believable and with a group of friends so she has an alibi. All we need is the final scene.”

“That’s your cue, Michael,” Ms. Wilson instructed as she handed him a burdizzo that she had retrieved from a drawer under the exam table.

She rolled a portable curtain behind him to disguise the room and told him, “You just need to press record on your phone, apologize to Sasha for what you did, close this clamp on both of the cords at once, and then stop recording. Or, again, if you want, we can drive to the hospital and they will remove your balls there. I really am being nice by letting you do this.”

With tear streaming down his face, Michael did as he was told. He sobbed out a detailed apology to Sasha and then, taking a deep breath and closing his eye tightly, slammed the handles of the burdizzo together. As the farm tool broke the only passage for lifegiving blood to his nuts, he bellowed in pain and anguish. He was trembling so badly by the end that he barely managed to stop the phone recording.

Isabella laughed at how helpless he looked in the moment that he marshalled just enough courage to close the handles. With satisfaction, she sent the video to Sasha and turned off the phone.

“Now,” Ms. Wilson chimed happily, “We are going to get you cleaned up. I happen to know that Isabella has never surgically removed a pair of testicles. So, I’m going to let her learn on your now doubly useless balls. Unless you object.” Michael just moaned through his tears, and Ms. Wilson said, “I didn’t think so.”

“Seriously?” Isabella asked with delight, “I’ve watched it, but never done it myself. I always wanted to!”

“Of course,” Ms. Wilson said encouragingly, “I’ll walk you through it!”

She handed Isabella a scalpel and began to talk her though how to open the sac. Soon, the remains of Michael’s balls were in the open, and Ms. Wilson was calmly showing Isabella where to attach small clamps to the cords to control the bleeding.

Isabella looked in interest at the pale orbs, which were now totally useless but still powerfully symbolic. “Does Sasha want to keep these?” Isabella asked as she prodded them with her fingernail.

“Nope,” Ms. Wilson replied, “They’re yours if you want.”

“Cool,” Isabella smiled. As she pulled his left ball away from his body, stretching the cord tight, she imagined what it would look like added to her collection.

Ms. Wilson pressed a pair of scissors into Isabella’s hand and left her own hand lightly and reassuringly on Isabella’s. As Ms. Wilson felt Isabella’s fingers tighten, she remembered vividly the first time that she had de-balled a guy and a wave of pleasure swept over her. Sensing Ms. Wilson’s excitement, Isabella glowed with joy as she closed the scissors and the two women exhaled at the same time.

The rush of power that Isabella felt at that moment surprised her. She had been responsible for ruining a lot of balls by now, but the thrill of making the snip that forever severed the ball from his body was indescribable.

Her hands trembled a little with anticipation as she prepared to take his final ball. She pulled it away from his body with one hand and then aggressively snapped the scissors closed with the other. As the scissors clicked together, fully de-balling Michael, both Isabella and Ms. Wilson shared a contented feeling of triumph.

“Thank you!” Isabella pipped gleefully, “That was great.”

“You did it perfectly!” Ms. Wilson enthused as she held out a jar for Isabella to drop the useless pieces of flesh into.

Holding the jar up for Michael to see, Ms. Wilson said authoritatively, “These are Isabella’s souvenirs now. But I want to show you a few things first. Do you see these small tears? That’s the damage that Isabella’s kicks did. It would have been pretty easy for any qualified urologist to repair.”

“What,” Michael wailed, “You said…”

“I told a little white lie to get you to do what was best,” Ms. Wilson admitted, “You can also see here where the burdizzo broke the cord. After that, the time of your balls being alive was already numbered. But I want you to remember something. They were still alive when Isabella castrated you. And she would have done it just as easily if they could have been saved. I want you to remember this because you still have a cock. If you get any ideas about telling anyone about this, not only will the world see the video Sasha now has, but when you least expect it, I’ll show up and teach Isabella how to perform a penectomy.”

“Ooooo,” Isabella exclaimed, “that would be fun! I kinda hope he says something!”

But the look of fear and defeat on Michael’s face showed that he had no intention of telling anyone.