A ToonTown Tale: Lesson Learned (Part 3 of 3) [Fiction][Femdom][Fm][Ballbusting][CBT][NC][Cartoons]

She reached into the bag and pulled out a big red rubber boxing glove attached to the front of a hand gun stock.

“How about a little target practice?”  

Miss V pulled the trigger on the gun stock and the big red rubber glove sprang forward with great speed and force, all the while attached to a folding, accordion-like mechanical spring.  **SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP** as it bashed into the wall next to my face.  She smirked as she twisted a dial at the back of the gun which withdrew the glove and returned the gun to its original loaded position.

**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP** as the glove bashed into the wall on the other side of my head.  

She set the gun down on the podium and reached inside the bag once more.   She pulled out a red and white target.  There were three rings alternating red, white, red, with a yellow center circle.  She traced her finger around the outline of the yellow center and it popped out, leaving a hole in the middle.  She looked back at me, starting at my eyes and then slowly made her way down to my balls.  Her eyes stayed fixed on my balls and she walked back to me, target in hand.

Without another word she roughly grabbed my balls and forced them through the center hole of the target.  The target’s opening seemed to stretch like elastic around my testicles then rest firmly at the base of my scrotum when she was done manipulating the balls through.  The target stayed fixed to the front of me.  It covered me from the middle of my thighs to my midsection with my balls presently neatly at its center with nowhere to hide.  It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know how well this was going to go for me.

She returned to the podium and picked up the gun.  She held the gun facing up and against her chest like the James Bond pose before she pointed it forward at me and made a **Pew** sound with her lips.  A split second later the fist sprung forward, **SPROOOOOINGGGGG**, stopping inches short of my balls.  I got a shiver as the near miss of the glove had sent a cold **WHOOSH** of air across my helpless aching nuts.

She recalled the glove back to her gun and took a small step forward, ensuring that the next impact would not miss.  

**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP**.  The glove hit me in my upper left peck.  The force of the dull thud was not enough to hurt much on this part of my body but it was definitely enough to intimidate.  I began to sweat.

She recalled the glove again.  

**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP**.  The glove hit me in my upper right peck, again, not hurting a lot.  

**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP.**  My left leg, just below my knee.  I was starting to relax a little bit with a small sense of security.  

**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP**.  A glancing blow.  Not a direct hit but the glove struck the bottom of the target with such force that it caused the target to pull on my balls and vibrations from the shock caused considerable pain as well.  

**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP**.  Another indirect hit on the top right of the target, slightly closer to my balls, which hurt just as bad if not more than the previous hit.  

**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP**.  Directly to the center of my chest.  I was not prepared for it and it nearly knocked the wind out of me.  I strained to breathe through my nose. 

**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP**.  She was going faster now.  I wasn’t sure if she was getting restless to hit her target or if it was just part of her plan.  It hit me just below my left knee with very little pain.  

**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP**.  Another glancing blow, barely hitting the edge of the target before crashing in the wall next to me.  That one hurt quite a bit as it twisted the target and pulled sharply on my balls.

**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP**.  Right peck.  
**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP**.  Right knee.  
**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP**.  Hit the wall and missed me entirely.  
**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP DING DING DING**.  Direct hit.  I wasn’t sure if the **DING DING DING** was imagined or real but I swore I heard a loud bell like one used to start a boxing match when the big rubber glove crashed into my testicles with great force.  It felt like my soul wanted to leave my body but was held inside my mortal form by the cartoon straps which kept me fixed on the wall.  The pain flooded my senses.  

“Woohoo.  Bulls eye!”  

Miss V let me rest a moment while my body tried to process the pain but the brief reprieve was short lived.  

**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP**.  The glove sprang back to life and struck the wall waist high and about three feet to my right.  
**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP.**  The wall, waist high, two feet.  
**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP**.  Wall, waist high, one foot.  
**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP DING DING DING**.  Another direct hit.  Another wave of intense pain ripped through me. 

This time Miss V did not let up.  

**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP.**  Wall, waist high to the left of me, three feet. 
**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP.**  Wall, waist high, two feet.   
**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP.**  Wall, one foot.  
**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP DING DING DING**.  I could only groan and bite down on the leather strap across my mouth.  
**SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP DING DING DING  SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP DING DING DING  SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP DING DING DING  SPROOOOOINGGGGG THUMP DING DING DING** 

Satisfied with her work, she put the gun down on the podium and came in close to inspect her handy work.  I was now sweating pretty good and panting hard through my nose.  My balls and face were on fire.  Miss V reached out and gently cupped my balls.  She rolled the heavy inflamed balls around in her hand and I swear I heard her purring like a large cat.  She looked up at me with her large dough eyes which seemed to sparkle with a sadistic glee and malicious intent.  

All at once, she bit my lower lip protruding from under the leather strap.  It was sensual at first like a kiss but then sharp as she pulled away.  I could taste the faint taste of copper pennies, pretty sure it was blood.  She snatched the target at my waist and pulled swiftly, my balls stretched with it at first and then popped out the back with a cartoonish **PLOP PLOP**.  She went back over to the podium and stuffed the target and gun back inside her bag.  

She rummaged through the bag, talking to herself as she did.  I heard all sorts of sounds as she moved things around.  **WIZZZZZ SWWIIPPPPP CRUNCH POUND POUND POUND BANG FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP CRANK CRANK PLOP SQUISH-SQUASH** 

Finally she smiled and reached down deep into the bag shoulder deep and pulled out a fairly large L-Shapped contraption roughly half as tall as me.

She brought it over to where I stood but did not show it to me this time, the playful Miss V was gone, this one was all business.  Miss V set the device down on the floor directly in front of me, between my legs.  While she was putting the device into position I was able to look down my nose and sort of get an idea of what it was.  To me it looked like one of those test your strength things you would find at a carnival only miniaturized.  The kind where you use a large sledge hammer to hit a platform at the base and then it springs a puck up along a vertical track to ring a bell at the top.  

She grabbed my balls and pulled them so that they rested on the top of the device and swung a cold metal bar over the base of my scrotum, pinning my balls in place at the top of the vertical track.  Once she was happy with the positioning of the device she went back to the bag and pulled out a massive cartoon hammer.  

The hammer was styled to look like a sledge hammer but at the same time it kind of looked like a giant balloon, its features were bulging and exaggerated.  She lugged the heavy hammer back over to where I stood dragging it behind her as she walked.  She gave me a wink and strained to raise the large hammer into the air.  Panic once again coursed through me as the feeling of impending doom loomed.  After a pause for dramatic effect she brought the hammer down swiftly onto the base of the device at the floor.  

**SQUEAAAKK WHIIRRRRR**

The cartoon hammer hit the base of the strength tester with the force of a large balloon and made a humorous squeak as it did.  The puck lifted up along its track but did not reach its mark.  I only felt a small waft of air blow across the underside of my captive testicles as the puck had just barely missed them.  I breathed a sigh of relief before she brought the hammer up once more.  

**SQUEAAAKK WHIIRRRRR   SQUEAAAKK WHIIRRRRR**

Two more impacts where the puck fell short of its target.  Miss V played it off like she was just not strong enough to hit the top mark but I knew better.  Nothing was as it seemed in ToonTown especially when it came to Miss V.  She crammed the over-sized hammer back into her bag and this time pulled out a regular sized hammer.  This hammer did not bulge or wiggle when she lifted it.  It appeared to be solid wood and steel, roughly half the size of her arm in length.  

Now her smile appeared more sinister as she knelt down, lifted the hammer up and unceremoniously brought it down onto the small platform at the base of my feet.  

**BANNG WHOOSSSHH DIIINNGGG**

The impact was solid and the puck glided up the track with speed and ease.  When the puck made contact with my testicles a loud bell sounded (out of nowhere).  My vision flashed white for a moment and a wave of pain washed over me.  Without any warning she brought the hammer down again.

**BANNG WHOOSSSHH DIIINNGGG**

Another wave of pain washed over me and joined forces with the pain I was still riding from the first impact, sending the pain to new heights.

**BANNG WHOOSSSHH DIIINNGGG**

Miss V showed no sympathy and struck the hammer once more.  

**BANNG WHOOSSSHH DIIINNGGG**   
**BANNG WHOOSSSHH DIIINNGGG**

I was coughing into the strap with pain as she was as playful as a kitten playing its toy.

**BANNG WHOOSSSHH DIIINNGGG**  
**BANNG WHOOSSSHH DIIINNGGG** 
**BANNG WHOOSSSHH DIIINNGGG**

Finally she rose up and returned the hammer to the bag.  

“You boys are just too much fun.  You and your little pain pouches that dangle between your legs.  I could just play all day.”  Miss V paused for a moment to study my expression and body language, I was a trembling and sweaty mess .  

Content in what she saw she finally continued on, “Alright, I think I have made my point here.  I just have one last hammer to try out and then I will let you go.  I am a busy woman after all.”

She reached down deep into her bag until the full upper half of her body was inside. She kicked her leg a moment as she stretched and dug around in the bag.  When she found her hammer she slowly withdrew from the bag.  Proudly she held it up.  “Here it is!”

The hammer was no bigger than her hand.  It was pink and petite and had white lace along the handle.  The contact surface itself was in the shape of a heart.  It was a cartoon, like everything else had been but if I were to guess, it looked like it was made out of plastic.  I took a deep breath, somewhat relieved at its innocuous appearance and already thinking of being safe at home with a whiskey in my hand and an ice pack on my lap.

Miss V knelt once more at my feet and lifted the small hammer up, holding it between her thumb and index finger in a delicate pinch.  She slowly brought the hammer down and it made contact with the launch pad.  

**PIP WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSHHHHHHHH DIIIIIIIIIINN….**

The sound of the bell was cut off as I lost consciousness. I’m not sure how long I was out but it didn’t seem like long.  One second she was swinging the tiny pink hammer, the next she was shaking my shoulder and misting cold water in my face with a cartoon squirt gun.

“Thought we lost you there.”

My head and my balls throbbed in great pain.  I still could not look down but if I could I am sure I would find them swollen twice their size.

“I should have warned you, the last one is a doozy.”  Miss V smiled.  The bag was gone from the podium.  Now the only things on the podium were a small wide mouth jar and an old timey fountain pen.  

Miss V took a couple steps back and stood next to the podium.  “Ok, like I said, you are just about done and free to go.  BUT before I go releasing you.  I need a little insurance policy.”  

Miss V set down the cartoon squirt gun and spun the top off the clear jar but I couldn’t see anything inside it.  I also noticed that she was now wearing thick black rubber gloves.  She grabbed the fountain pen, placed the tip into the jar, then pulled a mechanism at the top of the pen to draw some of the jar's contents into the pen.  Only, there was nothing inside.  The jar still looked empty.  

She closed the mechanism at the top of the pen and set it back down on the podium.  The pen started throbbing and teaming with life.  It seemed to vibrate softly as it laid on the podium.  Miss V then picked up the jar and walked to face me.  She reached down and grabbed my balls at the base of my scrotum.  She brought the jar down below my waist and brought it up so that her other hand could guide my testicles neatly inside.  Almost instantly I felt a cold rush course through them.  After all the pain that they had endured all afternoon the cold was a welcomed change.  It seemed to soothe them too.

“It’s a batch of my own concoction.  It’s tasteless, odorless, colorless, invisible….and permanent.”  She paused for a moment to let the words sink in as she continued to hold my balls submerged in the jar’s cold invisible fluid.

“It’s a variation of the ink we use for branding.  I believe you are familiar.  Only this ink is used to transmit sensation.  And being of the ‘toon world, it has NO limitations.  There, that should about do it.” 

Miss V lowered the jar and with the hand holding the base of my balls she jostled them a bit so that any excess fluid would go back into the jar.  Almost immediately after my balls left the jar’s contents and felt the air once again they started to burn.  Not like any normal burn either, like an extremely strong acid burn, scalding me to my core.  I screamed into my leather strap gag as the burning sensation raged on.  Miss V returned the jar to the podium and picked up the squirt gun.  

“Oh quit complaining you big baby.”  She squirted a couple blasts of cool water from the gun which landed directly on my burning testicles, snuffing out the burning pain almost completely.

“Ok, I think we are done here.”  

Miss V snapped her fingers and the straps instantly retracted into the wall and I fell to the floor.  

The first thing I did was cradle my aching testicles.  They were dark red in color but didn’t show any marks or signs of burns.  They were also very tender to the touch and indeed swollen to almost twice their normal size.  

Miss V put the lid back on the jar, clipped the squirt gun onto her belt, and began walking back to the dark side of the room, jar in one hand, pen in the other.  

“Your clothes are in the corner.  Feel free to dress yourself before you leave but do not dawdle.  And Jake, don’t forget what I said.  Get the case thrown out or else.”

Before I could respond Miss V clicked the top of the pen and I experienced what felt like a very strong slap across my balls.  I instantly fell to the floor into the fetal position, clutching my aching nuts.  

“No no honey.  No words.  Only action.  That was just a tiny click of the pen.  Just think if I were to click it harder or hold it down.  Get the picture?  Good.  Not so good for those little nuts of yours though.  They belong to me now.  Now go before I get…testy.”

A small light turned on and lit up my balled up pile of clothes and shoes in the corner of the room by the door.  My shirt was still half on me but missing its buttons.  

The locks on the big heavy door twisted and turned, unbolted, clicked, unfastened and opened.   

I hobbled over to my clothes in a hurry.  Threw them on as fast as I could, gasping as I brushed my throbbing testicles in the process and made my way out the door.  I stumbled to my car down the long three block stretch and didn’t look back.