How to Question a Man (Video Clips Included)
The Iron Fist, a dive known for the kind of clientele that were not to be fucked with. Stripperella had tracked Vinny Russo here after spotting him doing money drops. She needed to intercept him before he vanished.
Her suit caught the streetlight as she approached the heavy steel door, hips swaying with that effortless, hypnotic confidence. Before she could reach for the handle, two massive figures stepped out of the shadows to block her path.
Both were built like linebackers, thick necks, tattoos crawling up their arms. They wore bullet proof vests and basketball shorts that showed off their huge bulges. The blond one on the right, call him blondie, crossed his tree-trunk arms and sneered down at her. The one on the left, call him lefty, cracked his knuckles, eyes raking over her body with hunger.
Blondie spoke first, voice like gravel. “Hold up, sweet cheeks. We don’t normally allow crime-fighters in here. Boss’s orders.”
Lefty grinned, showing too many teeth. “But we’re reasonable guys. You want in? Pay the entrance fee.”
Stripperella batted her lashes innocently. She then took off her skirt to further distract them. Their eyes widened at her perfect pussy in blue panties. “Oh? And what’s the fee tonight, boys?”
Blondie leaned in close enough for her to smell the cigarettes and beer on his breath. “We bring you 'round back and take turns fucken your brains out until are nuts run dry."
Lefty licked his lips at her pussy. “Yeah, you'll like it. Trust us.”
Stripperella’s lips curved into a playful smile. She stepped closer, close enough that her breasts nearly brushed their chests. “Hmm, I don’t know. I’m not sure you two are man enough to handle me.”
Before they could react, her hands shot out like lightning.
Her right hand clamped around Blondie's heavy sac through his thin shorts, fingers wrapping tight around both testicles in one smooth grip. Her left hand did the same to Lefty, four big nuts captured with instant pressure. She squeezed hard.
The effect was immediate.
Both men froze. Their smirks vanished. Eyes bulged. A low, guttural groan escaped Blondie's throat while Rocco sucked in a sharp hiss through clenched teeth.
“Aaaahh! Fuck! Fuck! You little cunt!” Blondie snarled, reaching to grab her wrist.
Stripperella twisted so very hard. A quick, vicious rotation of her wrists that ground their balls against each other. Then she shook them, short, sharp yanks like she was ringing bells.
Pain exploded through them. Lefty’s knees buckled for a split second before he caught himself.
“Get your fucking hands—” Rocco tried, voice cracking. Blondie mouthed a threat, but the only sound was guttural noises.
She giggled and squeezed harder. Fingers dug in deeper into their fragile masculinity, compressing the soft orbs until they were like water balloons on the verge of bursting. She tugged upward suddenly, forcing both men onto their toes.
Blondie's face turned purple. Lefty let out a high, involuntary whine.
“Please—fuck—stop—” Blondie wheezed.
“Mercy—oh God—please—” Lefty begged, voice pitching up an octave.
Stripperella didn’t let up. She kept them on their toes, dangling by their most sensitive parts, her grip merciless. She smiled sweetly up at them, voice soft and teasing.
“Aww, look at you two big, strong men,” she cooed. “All that muscle, all those tattoos, and one little squeeze to these ungainly balls and you’re dancing on your tiptoes like ballerinas.”
She gave another sharp tug upward. Their hips jerked forward involuntarily, both men whimpered in unison.
“What a shame,” she continued, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You two are not man enough to handle me. You thought you could hang with a girl who can control each of you with one hand? All because of these precious low-hangers that you form your entire personalities around."
Blondie’s eyes watered. Lefty was openly sobbing now, "My- my balls."
She held them there another long moment, letting the humiliation sink in.
“Tell you what,” she whispered. “If you can stay standing after I let go, I’ll blow you both. Deal?”
They nodded frantically — anything, anything to make it stop.
Stripperella smiled wider. Then she yanked down viciously. A brutal, downward pull that stretched their balls to their limit. She released at the peak of the tugs.
Both men crumpled instantly. Blondie hit the pavement first, knees buckling, hands flying to cradle his manhood as a strangled scream tore out of him. Lefty followed a heartbeat later, folding in half, collapsing onto his side with a wet, broken sob. They curled into fetal positions, rocking, gasping, faces pressed to the dirty sidewalk. The air filled with their ragged, high-pitched moans.
Stripperella stepped over them gracefully, not even glancing down. “Aww, you might wanna put some ice on those."
She pushed the door open with one finger, the heavy steel swinging wide.
Behind her, the two bouncers lay whimpering in the alley, ruined and humbled, while Stripperella disappeared inside, hips swaying, smile serene, ready to find Vinny and continue her night of devastating control.
The dimly lit back room of this bar seemed a decent enough spot for a shake down. She stepped into it and left the door open so Vinny could see. Stripperella knew how to lure the a handsome and perfectly muscled thug. While whistling an upbeat tune, she began [bending over](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/13bc0d3c-c744-4897-8cd4-accefae8efa7/dl5nkdy-d332aa34-9d18-4084-81eb-c7c96a6e11ae.gif?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi8xM2JjMGQzYy1jNzQ0LTQ4OTctOGNkNC1hY2NlZmFlOGVmYTcvZGw1bmtkeS1kMzMyYWEzNC05ZDE4LTQwODQtODFlYi1jN2M5NmE2ZTExYWUuZ2lmIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.WxvGJVER0cU-9oLsIiQIkaxUCrI_DPMvUTTALAAeA7M).
Vinny strolled in like a moth to a flame. He shut the door behind him.
Stripperella turned to face him. Vinny made a look of euphoric shock upon seeing who that one in a trillion ass belonged too. "Wait'll the boys hear that I butt-fucked Stripperella!"
"Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I have some very incriminating photos of you, so I'd recommend you tell me what I need to know, unless you're also happy to *receive* anal sex on the daily."
"Arrest me and see what happens. I'll wait for a lawyer and the family will handle it."
Stripperella tilted her head, noticing how his gaze kept flicking downward, not to her face, but to her deep valley of irresistible cleavage. His pupils were huge. She made a small, knowing smile.
“A bit distracted aren't you?” she playfully teased.
No answer. Just another involuntary glance.
Stripperella stpped close to him. She reached up slowly, fingers finding the tab of her top. She opened it up [all the way](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/13bc0d3c-c744-4897-8cd4-accefae8efa7/dl8l7a7-445d0388-685b-4bc9-931f-e6636041e3b1.gif?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi8xM2JjMGQzYy1jNzQ0LTQ4OTctOGNkNC1hY2NlZmFlOGVmYTcvZGw4bDdhNy00NDVkMDM4OC02ODViLTRiYzktOTMxZi1lNjYzNjA0MWUzYjEuZ2lmIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.eAtouFHOEJ1GhRt5PHXytH9IOxY8-dFCnKZPXC_sUZw). The top peeled open like gift wrap. Underneath was only a tiny bra that did almost nothing to hide the full, perfect swell of her breasts.
Vinny swallowed hard. He tried to look away. Failed.
Stripperella stepped closer. She cupped her own [breasts ](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/13bc0d3c-c744-4897-8cd4-accefae8efa7/dl8l7ys-5bd4cb6f-d8be-4c55-98f6-a46ef681b47c.gif?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi8xM2JjMGQzYy1jNzQ0LTQ4OTctOGNkNC1hY2NlZmFlOGVmYTcvZGw4bDd5cy01YmQ0Y2I2Zi1kOGJlLTRjNTUtOThmNi1hNDZlZjY4MWI0N2MuZ2lmIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.IQpV2lTnnj0LOk54ybTu1uuGsQzjMKGmSEdSEDdi5NM)and repeatedly lifted them up and down.
“Would you like to touch them?” Her voice stayed kind, coaxing. “They’re very soft. Completely real. Go ahead. Play with them while we talk. I won’t stop you.”
His fingers writhed. He knew that if he started to play her game, he might say something that would make him a rat, a rat that slowly gets tortured to death. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
“I… I ain’t sayin’ shit.”
But his eyes never left her glorious mounds of femineity.
She began making them [dance left and right](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/13bc0d3c-c744-4897-8cd4-accefae8efa7/dlbq6c9-d1999fe6-9f78-4633-89b5-b3377366f0ad.gif?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi8xM2JjMGQzYy1jNzQ0LTQ4OTctOGNkNC1hY2NlZmFlOGVmYTcvZGxicTZjOS1kMTk5OWZlNi05Zjc4LTQ2MzMtODliNS1iMzM3NzM2NmYwYWQuZ2lmIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.8AfrqtyqGCdTH4EVeZ-dSjnRtyMIFy-WnJ7nxpivfu4). “Just for a minute,” she whispered. “Squeeze them. Feel how warm they are.”
His eyes followed them as he groaned, "f-fuck." There was an impressively large and pulsating tent pitched in his black slacks.
Stripperella smiled sweetly and said, "I know you can't resist them." She started [bouncing](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/13bc0d3c-c744-4897-8cd4-accefae8efa7/dlbq8c5-e55d2807-e381-4418-88f0-4a99f7dc7558.gif?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi8xM2JjMGQzYy1jNzQ0LTQ4OTctOGNkNC1hY2NlZmFlOGVmYTcvZGxicThjNS1lNTVkMjgwNy1lMzgxLTQ0MTgtODhmMC00YTk5ZjdkYzc1NTguZ2lmIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.to4AGhgUszV86r_FUQpFK9_KBBkbtsOmWvtduJsFGEk) her plump, round breasts.
Vinny’s breathing turned shallow feeling his honor dissolve and his cock take over. He hesitated, then his thick fingers lurched forward. They closed around her left breast, tentative at first, then greedy. He kneaded, thumbs brushing over the nipple. A low groan escaped him.
Stripperella didn’t flinch. She simply arched her back a fraction, giving him even better access.
“Who’s the new money behind the shakedowns?” she asked calmly.
Vinny’s mouth opened, closed, opened again. His other hand found her right breast, squeezing harder, giving in to her domination.
“Marco… Marco Delgado,” he grunted. “He’s- he’s launderin' cash from the docks. Pays me five grand a week to keep quiet.”
She nodded encouragingly. “Good boy. And who’s he working with upstairs? Names, Vinny. Keep playing with mommy's milkies. You’re doing so well.”
His thumbs circled faster, rougher. He was panting now. “There’s- there’s a councilman. Harrow. And some Russian Volkov. They split the take three ways. I swear that’s all I got.”
Stripperella let him keep groping, her expression patient, maternal. She wrapped her hand around the jittering bulge in his sack, making him gasp. She allowed him to pathetically gyrate into her hand as he indulged in her tits.
After a bit less than a minute, she could tell he was about to blow. He started breathing in embarrassing squeaks as his muscles tightened.
Stripperella playfully said, "Sorry Vinny, maybe next time." As her hand abandoned his cock one hump before it was enough to set up over the edge.
He pathetically whimpered, "No, please, just a little more."
“That’s enough, Vinny. Hands off.”
He didn’t stop. If anything, his grip tightened, eyes glassy, lost in the soft, heavy warmth.
“I said stop.”
Still nothing. He continued raggedly breathing and humping air as his fingers were still buried in the soft, overflowing flesh of her breasts, kneading with mindless lust.
She sighed, soft and disappointed, like a teacher correcting a slow child.
Then she moved. The moment seemed to stretch in time.
Normally, when kneeing a men's nuts, she didn't allow them to telegraph it by avoiding a theatrical wind-up, no dramatic step back. She would just make a sudden shift of her weight onto her left leg as her right knee snapped upward in a clean, vicious arc, way more than enough power to debilitate even the toughest men.
This was different. Stripperella knew there was no risk of him avoiding it, and she had the overwhelming urge to give it her all.
**BOOM!**
The impact was catastrophic.
Her kneecap drove straight into the center of his unprotected balls with surgical force, full weight, full momentum, no mercy. The soft, vulnerable nuts compressed brutally between her bone and his bone. There was a wet, muffled *crunch,* not quite a pop, but the unmistakable sensation of delicate tissue being crushed flat against her bare knee.
Vinny’s entire body locked rigid.
His eyes and mouth flew open in a soundless scream that took a full second to find a tiny voice. Every muscle in his torso seized at once, abs contracting so hard he pulled muscles, shoulders hunching, neck cords painfully standing out like steel cables. His hands flew instinctively downward. His body went fetal, then toppled into his side like a statue.
His testicles felt like they’d been pulverized into burning jelly. A white supernova of pain exploded from his groin and radiated outward up into his stomach, down his thighs, up his spine until his vision whited out at the edges. Nausea surged immediately, violent and unstoppable. His eyes kept widening as the agony intensified with no end in sight.
His hips bucked wild, involuntary, then locked again as fresh waves of pain rolled through him. His erection jerked up and down, like the panicked thing didn't know what to do with itself. Every heartbeat sent another hammer-blow through his groin. Only short, frantic sips of air hissed between clenched teeth.
Tears streamed down his face before he even realized he was crying. Not dignified tears, big, childish ones that mixed with the sweat pouring off his brow. His whole body trembled violently along with his cock. His toes curled in his shoes.
Through it all, Stripperella simply watched, calm, amused, one hand resting lightly on her hip. She didn’t gloat yet. She let the pain do its work, let it strip away every layer of bravado until only the raw, whimpering core of defeated manhood remained.
After about ten seconds, an eternity for him, she spoke, voice still gentle.
“Oops, I think I got your nutties.”
Vinny’s head lolled forward. A broken sob tore out of him. His balls felt swollen to twice their size already, pulsing with a deep, sick heat that promised hours, probably days, of unrelenting misery. He couldn’t form words. Couldn’t even curse her. All he could do was shake, and wheeze, and be aware that this woman fully dominated his cock and balls.
Only then did she crouch, slow and graceful, bringing her panty-covered sex inches from his tear-streaked face, close enough for the faint, clean scent of her to cut through the stink of his fear-sweat and bile.
She smirked, studying him and his swollen bulge like a mildly interesting specimen.
“Look at that, nothing dangling, nothing fragile. Just smooth, strong, womanhood. I could never feel what you’re feeling right now.”
Vinny’s watering eyes locked on the delicate outline between her thighs. Rage flickered there, impotent. It mixed instantly with another rolling tsunami of nut-pain. He balled in tighter and forced out a strangled groan.
“Poor thing,” she cooed. “All that strength, all those muscles, and one feminine knee to your weak spot and you’re done. Meanwhile, I have this.” She wiggled her panty-clad pussy near his face as his furious eyes focused on it. The panties brushed his quivering lips back and forth. “No nutties here for you to get me back. Must be so frustrating.”
Tears of rage flowed out of him. Her untouched, powerful, invulnerable femininity right there, while he curled around his ruined balls.
She ruffled his sweat-drenched hair, like comforting a sick puppy. “Sit tight, sweetie. The real pain’s only just starting.”
Stripperella stood, turned on her heel, then started walking out. Her hips swayed as he still could not help but stare at the perfect ass that got him into all this. She left him broken, and burning with the kind of fury only a man who’s been utterly emasculated can feel. He couldn’t even curse. Every attempt came out as a whimper. He cradled his ruined pride between trembling hands as the memory of her knee replayed on an endless loop in his shattered mind.
Her suit caught the streetlight as she approached the heavy steel door, hips swaying with that effortless, hypnotic confidence. Before she could reach for the handle, two massive figures stepped out of the shadows to block her path.
Both were built like linebackers, thick necks, tattoos crawling up their arms. They wore bullet proof vests and basketball shorts that showed off their huge bulges. The blond one on the right, call him blondie, crossed his tree-trunk arms and sneered down at her. The one on the left, call him lefty, cracked his knuckles, eyes raking over her body with hunger.
Blondie spoke first, voice like gravel. “Hold up, sweet cheeks. We don’t normally allow crime-fighters in here. Boss’s orders.”
Lefty grinned, showing too many teeth. “But we’re reasonable guys. You want in? Pay the entrance fee.”
Stripperella batted her lashes innocently. She then took off her skirt to further distract them. Their eyes widened at her perfect pussy in blue panties. “Oh? And what’s the fee tonight, boys?”
Blondie leaned in close enough for her to smell the cigarettes and beer on his breath. “We bring you 'round back and take turns fucken your brains out until are nuts run dry."
Lefty licked his lips at her pussy. “Yeah, you'll like it. Trust us.”
Stripperella’s lips curved into a playful smile. She stepped closer, close enough that her breasts nearly brushed their chests. “Hmm, I don’t know. I’m not sure you two are man enough to handle me.”
Before they could react, her hands shot out like lightning.
Her right hand clamped around Blondie's heavy sac through his thin shorts, fingers wrapping tight around both testicles in one smooth grip. Her left hand did the same to Lefty, four big nuts captured with instant pressure. She squeezed hard.
The effect was immediate.
Both men froze. Their smirks vanished. Eyes bulged. A low, guttural groan escaped Blondie's throat while Rocco sucked in a sharp hiss through clenched teeth.
“Aaaahh! Fuck! Fuck! You little cunt!” Blondie snarled, reaching to grab her wrist.
Stripperella twisted so very hard. A quick, vicious rotation of her wrists that ground their balls against each other. Then she shook them, short, sharp yanks like she was ringing bells.
Pain exploded through them. Lefty’s knees buckled for a split second before he caught himself.
“Get your fucking hands—” Rocco tried, voice cracking. Blondie mouthed a threat, but the only sound was guttural noises.
She giggled and squeezed harder. Fingers dug in deeper into their fragile masculinity, compressing the soft orbs until they were like water balloons on the verge of bursting. She tugged upward suddenly, forcing both men onto their toes.
Blondie's face turned purple. Lefty let out a high, involuntary whine.
“Please—fuck—stop—” Blondie wheezed.
“Mercy—oh God—please—” Lefty begged, voice pitching up an octave.
Stripperella didn’t let up. She kept them on their toes, dangling by their most sensitive parts, her grip merciless. She smiled sweetly up at them, voice soft and teasing.
“Aww, look at you two big, strong men,” she cooed. “All that muscle, all those tattoos, and one little squeeze to these ungainly balls and you’re dancing on your tiptoes like ballerinas.”
She gave another sharp tug upward. Their hips jerked forward involuntarily, both men whimpered in unison.
“What a shame,” she continued, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You two are not man enough to handle me. You thought you could hang with a girl who can control each of you with one hand? All because of these precious low-hangers that you form your entire personalities around."
Blondie’s eyes watered. Lefty was openly sobbing now, "My- my balls."
She held them there another long moment, letting the humiliation sink in.
“Tell you what,” she whispered. “If you can stay standing after I let go, I’ll blow you both. Deal?”
They nodded frantically — anything, anything to make it stop.
Stripperella smiled wider. Then she yanked down viciously. A brutal, downward pull that stretched their balls to their limit. She released at the peak of the tugs.
Both men crumpled instantly. Blondie hit the pavement first, knees buckling, hands flying to cradle his manhood as a strangled scream tore out of him. Lefty followed a heartbeat later, folding in half, collapsing onto his side with a wet, broken sob. They curled into fetal positions, rocking, gasping, faces pressed to the dirty sidewalk. The air filled with their ragged, high-pitched moans.
Stripperella stepped over them gracefully, not even glancing down. “Aww, you might wanna put some ice on those."
She pushed the door open with one finger, the heavy steel swinging wide.
Behind her, the two bouncers lay whimpering in the alley, ruined and humbled, while Stripperella disappeared inside, hips swaying, smile serene, ready to find Vinny and continue her night of devastating control.
The dimly lit back room of this bar seemed a decent enough spot for a shake down. She stepped into it and left the door open so Vinny could see. Stripperella knew how to lure the a handsome and perfectly muscled thug. While whistling an upbeat tune, she began [bending over](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/13bc0d3c-c744-4897-8cd4-accefae8efa7/dl5nkdy-d332aa34-9d18-4084-81eb-c7c96a6e11ae.gif?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi8xM2JjMGQzYy1jNzQ0LTQ4OTctOGNkNC1hY2NlZmFlOGVmYTcvZGw1bmtkeS1kMzMyYWEzNC05ZDE4LTQwODQtODFlYi1jN2M5NmE2ZTExYWUuZ2lmIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.WxvGJVER0cU-9oLsIiQIkaxUCrI_DPMvUTTALAAeA7M).
Vinny strolled in like a moth to a flame. He shut the door behind him.
Stripperella turned to face him. Vinny made a look of euphoric shock upon seeing who that one in a trillion ass belonged too. "Wait'll the boys hear that I butt-fucked Stripperella!"
"Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I have some very incriminating photos of you, so I'd recommend you tell me what I need to know, unless you're also happy to *receive* anal sex on the daily."
"Arrest me and see what happens. I'll wait for a lawyer and the family will handle it."
Stripperella tilted her head, noticing how his gaze kept flicking downward, not to her face, but to her deep valley of irresistible cleavage. His pupils were huge. She made a small, knowing smile.
“A bit distracted aren't you?” she playfully teased.
No answer. Just another involuntary glance.
Stripperella stpped close to him. She reached up slowly, fingers finding the tab of her top. She opened it up [all the way](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/13bc0d3c-c744-4897-8cd4-accefae8efa7/dl8l7a7-445d0388-685b-4bc9-931f-e6636041e3b1.gif?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi8xM2JjMGQzYy1jNzQ0LTQ4OTctOGNkNC1hY2NlZmFlOGVmYTcvZGw4bDdhNy00NDVkMDM4OC02ODViLTRiYzktOTMxZi1lNjYzNjA0MWUzYjEuZ2lmIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.eAtouFHOEJ1GhRt5PHXytH9IOxY8-dFCnKZPXC_sUZw). The top peeled open like gift wrap. Underneath was only a tiny bra that did almost nothing to hide the full, perfect swell of her breasts.
Vinny swallowed hard. He tried to look away. Failed.
Stripperella stepped closer. She cupped her own [breasts ](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/13bc0d3c-c744-4897-8cd4-accefae8efa7/dl8l7ys-5bd4cb6f-d8be-4c55-98f6-a46ef681b47c.gif?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi8xM2JjMGQzYy1jNzQ0LTQ4OTctOGNkNC1hY2NlZmFlOGVmYTcvZGw4bDd5cy01YmQ0Y2I2Zi1kOGJlLTRjNTUtOThmNi1hNDZlZjY4MWI0N2MuZ2lmIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.IQpV2lTnnj0LOk54ybTu1uuGsQzjMKGmSEdSEDdi5NM)and repeatedly lifted them up and down.
“Would you like to touch them?” Her voice stayed kind, coaxing. “They’re very soft. Completely real. Go ahead. Play with them while we talk. I won’t stop you.”
His fingers writhed. He knew that if he started to play her game, he might say something that would make him a rat, a rat that slowly gets tortured to death. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
“I… I ain’t sayin’ shit.”
But his eyes never left her glorious mounds of femineity.
She began making them [dance left and right](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/13bc0d3c-c744-4897-8cd4-accefae8efa7/dlbq6c9-d1999fe6-9f78-4633-89b5-b3377366f0ad.gif?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi8xM2JjMGQzYy1jNzQ0LTQ4OTctOGNkNC1hY2NlZmFlOGVmYTcvZGxicTZjOS1kMTk5OWZlNi05Zjc4LTQ2MzMtODliNS1iMzM3NzM2NmYwYWQuZ2lmIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.8AfrqtyqGCdTH4EVeZ-dSjnRtyMIFy-WnJ7nxpivfu4). “Just for a minute,” she whispered. “Squeeze them. Feel how warm they are.”
His eyes followed them as he groaned, "f-fuck." There was an impressively large and pulsating tent pitched in his black slacks.
Stripperella smiled sweetly and said, "I know you can't resist them." She started [bouncing](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/13bc0d3c-c744-4897-8cd4-accefae8efa7/dlbq8c5-e55d2807-e381-4418-88f0-4a99f7dc7558.gif?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi8xM2JjMGQzYy1jNzQ0LTQ4OTctOGNkNC1hY2NlZmFlOGVmYTcvZGxicThjNS1lNTVkMjgwNy1lMzgxLTQ0MTgtODhmMC00YTk5ZjdkYzc1NTguZ2lmIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.to4AGhgUszV86r_FUQpFK9_KBBkbtsOmWvtduJsFGEk) her plump, round breasts.
Vinny’s breathing turned shallow feeling his honor dissolve and his cock take over. He hesitated, then his thick fingers lurched forward. They closed around her left breast, tentative at first, then greedy. He kneaded, thumbs brushing over the nipple. A low groan escaped him.
Stripperella didn’t flinch. She simply arched her back a fraction, giving him even better access.
“Who’s the new money behind the shakedowns?” she asked calmly.
Vinny’s mouth opened, closed, opened again. His other hand found her right breast, squeezing harder, giving in to her domination.
“Marco… Marco Delgado,” he grunted. “He’s- he’s launderin' cash from the docks. Pays me five grand a week to keep quiet.”
She nodded encouragingly. “Good boy. And who’s he working with upstairs? Names, Vinny. Keep playing with mommy's milkies. You’re doing so well.”
His thumbs circled faster, rougher. He was panting now. “There’s- there’s a councilman. Harrow. And some Russian Volkov. They split the take three ways. I swear that’s all I got.”
Stripperella let him keep groping, her expression patient, maternal. She wrapped her hand around the jittering bulge in his sack, making him gasp. She allowed him to pathetically gyrate into her hand as he indulged in her tits.
After a bit less than a minute, she could tell he was about to blow. He started breathing in embarrassing squeaks as his muscles tightened.
Stripperella playfully said, "Sorry Vinny, maybe next time." As her hand abandoned his cock one hump before it was enough to set up over the edge.
He pathetically whimpered, "No, please, just a little more."
“That’s enough, Vinny. Hands off.”
He didn’t stop. If anything, his grip tightened, eyes glassy, lost in the soft, heavy warmth.
“I said stop.”
Still nothing. He continued raggedly breathing and humping air as his fingers were still buried in the soft, overflowing flesh of her breasts, kneading with mindless lust.
She sighed, soft and disappointed, like a teacher correcting a slow child.
Then she moved. The moment seemed to stretch in time.
Normally, when kneeing a men's nuts, she didn't allow them to telegraph it by avoiding a theatrical wind-up, no dramatic step back. She would just make a sudden shift of her weight onto her left leg as her right knee snapped upward in a clean, vicious arc, way more than enough power to debilitate even the toughest men.
This was different. Stripperella knew there was no risk of him avoiding it, and she had the overwhelming urge to give it her all.
**BOOM!**
The impact was catastrophic.
Her kneecap drove straight into the center of his unprotected balls with surgical force, full weight, full momentum, no mercy. The soft, vulnerable nuts compressed brutally between her bone and his bone. There was a wet, muffled *crunch,* not quite a pop, but the unmistakable sensation of delicate tissue being crushed flat against her bare knee.
Vinny’s entire body locked rigid.
His eyes and mouth flew open in a soundless scream that took a full second to find a tiny voice. Every muscle in his torso seized at once, abs contracting so hard he pulled muscles, shoulders hunching, neck cords painfully standing out like steel cables. His hands flew instinctively downward. His body went fetal, then toppled into his side like a statue.
His testicles felt like they’d been pulverized into burning jelly. A white supernova of pain exploded from his groin and radiated outward up into his stomach, down his thighs, up his spine until his vision whited out at the edges. Nausea surged immediately, violent and unstoppable. His eyes kept widening as the agony intensified with no end in sight.
His hips bucked wild, involuntary, then locked again as fresh waves of pain rolled through him. His erection jerked up and down, like the panicked thing didn't know what to do with itself. Every heartbeat sent another hammer-blow through his groin. Only short, frantic sips of air hissed between clenched teeth.
Tears streamed down his face before he even realized he was crying. Not dignified tears, big, childish ones that mixed with the sweat pouring off his brow. His whole body trembled violently along with his cock. His toes curled in his shoes.
Through it all, Stripperella simply watched, calm, amused, one hand resting lightly on her hip. She didn’t gloat yet. She let the pain do its work, let it strip away every layer of bravado until only the raw, whimpering core of defeated manhood remained.
After about ten seconds, an eternity for him, she spoke, voice still gentle.
“Oops, I think I got your nutties.”
Vinny’s head lolled forward. A broken sob tore out of him. His balls felt swollen to twice their size already, pulsing with a deep, sick heat that promised hours, probably days, of unrelenting misery. He couldn’t form words. Couldn’t even curse her. All he could do was shake, and wheeze, and be aware that this woman fully dominated his cock and balls.
Only then did she crouch, slow and graceful, bringing her panty-covered sex inches from his tear-streaked face, close enough for the faint, clean scent of her to cut through the stink of his fear-sweat and bile.
She smirked, studying him and his swollen bulge like a mildly interesting specimen.
“Look at that, nothing dangling, nothing fragile. Just smooth, strong, womanhood. I could never feel what you’re feeling right now.”
Vinny’s watering eyes locked on the delicate outline between her thighs. Rage flickered there, impotent. It mixed instantly with another rolling tsunami of nut-pain. He balled in tighter and forced out a strangled groan.
“Poor thing,” she cooed. “All that strength, all those muscles, and one feminine knee to your weak spot and you’re done. Meanwhile, I have this.” She wiggled her panty-clad pussy near his face as his furious eyes focused on it. The panties brushed his quivering lips back and forth. “No nutties here for you to get me back. Must be so frustrating.”
Tears of rage flowed out of him. Her untouched, powerful, invulnerable femininity right there, while he curled around his ruined balls.
She ruffled his sweat-drenched hair, like comforting a sick puppy. “Sit tight, sweetie. The real pain’s only just starting.”
Stripperella stood, turned on her heel, then started walking out. Her hips swayed as he still could not help but stare at the perfect ass that got him into all this. She left him broken, and burning with the kind of fury only a man who’s been utterly emasculated can feel. He couldn’t even curse. Every attempt came out as a whimper. He cradled his ruined pride between trembling hands as the memory of her knee replayed on an endless loop in his shattered mind.
