Schoolgirl Chelsea busts her father's bodyguard. Pt 2.

Part 1. [https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1rwyuc7/busting\_her\_fathers\_bodyguard/](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1rwyuc7/busting_her_fathers_bodyguard/)

ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18

It had been two days since Chelsea had Warren deliver her list of demands to her father. Unsurprisingly she had yet to hear back from her absent minded father who prioritized running his multi billion dollar corporation.

It took at least a day but Warren had finally recovered from the beating she gave to his balls, it took a lot ice and resting but the swelling eventually went down. And fortunately no one at work had noticed the limp he was walking with. How had she managed to beat him so easily? With a few simple moves the slender girl had totally humiliated him, kicking his most embarrassing area without a second thought. And the most embarrassing part, she was barely even trying.

However it was time to put Chelsea in her place, the brat had to learn that her ability to kick a guys nuts wasn't a free pass to act however she pleased. He approached the front door of her luxury apartment and adjusted his protective cup without her biggest asset there was nothing she was going to be able to do to him.

He knocked on the front door of her ground floor apartment and waited, after a few seconds she answered the door smiling sweetly. Warren kept his face low, unable to look her in the eyes out of shame. He could still see her plaid schoolgirl skirt from last time even at this angle, this time her thighs were bare, her smooth silky skin enticing him. Her toes gripped the floor in excitement, covered in white knee high socks.

"Aw looking at the ground like a wounded puppy." She teased. "Don't worry those big balls of yours are safe this time. Did daddy send you?"

"Yeah... he's ready to talk. But I need to know if the prototype is safe." He answered, he had one objective, distract Chelsea long enough while another member of the security team snuck in a side window and stole the device from her room.

"Yes it's safe." She said, grabbing the sides of the doorway and leaning towards Warren, blowing and popping a pink balloon of bubble gum. "You have my tape? You know, the one of me kicking your ass?"

"You're gonna get everything you want, Chelsea..." Warren said timidly. Just past Chelsea he could see her bedroom through a cracked open door. The other security member had already made his way in, he creeped his way to the device as it lay on her bed.

"I know that, idiot. I get what I want. I always get what I fucking want. Because when I don't get what I want losers like you get right in the balls!" She seemed frustrated.

But her rant wasn't enough to cover up the sound of a creaking floorboard in her room. The color drained from his face as Chelsea turned around and spotted the other man breaking into her room. Her brown ponytail whipped in the air as she turned her attention back to him, realizing what he was up to.

"You fucker!" She growled.

As expected she immediately flicked a kick right between his legs, he braced for impact as her clean white sock cut through the air. Her foot smashed off his cup with a loud pop, even with the protection he felt a small fraction of the pain, how did she get so good at this?

The pain was quickly transferred back to Chelsea, she hopped on one foot, grabbing the injured one for a few moments as she let out a series of quiet ‘ows’. He wasn't expecting her to have no protection on her feet, but it was her fault, it was wrong to kick a guy there and she knew it. Right?

Chelsea quickly recovered and ducked under a punch from Warren, as she pulled away she launched a palm strike that collided violently with his nose. Warren stumbled back, vision blurry as he felt blood.

Through his obscured vision he saw Chelsea turn her back on him and bolt for her room, the other security guard prepared for a fight when she suddenly leapt into a twist kick. Her entire leg swung around and her foot found it's landing point in the center of his chest. He flew a few feet back and slammed into the wall before her feet even landed on the floor.

Before he could even process what had happened she spun on the toes of her left foot, lifting up her right leg but coiling it back. When she had fully rotated around her right foot lashed out, nestling against his unprotected balls. Chelsea smirked at the recognizable shape of a mans prized possessions.

Her foot kept him pinned to the wall by his nuts, she even shifted her weight, her foot applying more pressure. His nuts began to squeeze out of their typical round shape, her toes acting like a mold, pressing their shape into them, the only thing separating his testicles from her feet being a pair pants.

Chelsea twisted her foot sharply, applying a quick burst of pressure to his goods. He fell forward, face first into the ground as she withdrew. As she suspected, Warren was too humiliated to tell anyone what she had done to him and because of that his partner was left without the knowledge to protect himself.

Warren slid to a halt as he reaches the door, somehow Chelsea had taken down his partner before he even reached her.

”God this is so like him, sending you two to get your balls crushed rather than give his daughter a little attention. But honestly you two idiots deserve everything I’m about to do to you. Everything.” Her tongue flickered spitefully while she sounded out the last ‘everything’.

Warren felt sick as he remembered the pain she had caused him last time they fought. Even with a protective cup he didn’t want to risk fighting her one on one. He had come prepared for this, reaching under his jacket he withdrew his surprise weapon. A taser.

He lifted it up and took aim ay Chelsea, she immediately recognized the threat and spin into a pirouette. Warren tried to recalibrate his aim but it was too late, Chelsea’s elegant move landed her directly in his personal space, her back pressing into his torso.

Her right hand clasped down over his, turning the aim of the taser. Her right elbow shot back, smashing into his nose and drawing even more blood. Chelsea’s pointer finger slid past his and squeezed the trigger of the taser.

The two prongs shot out and jabbed into the crotch of the security guard who was about to get up. Warren fell on his ass as he heard the buzzing of the taser emitting electricity through its wires.

The security guard convulsed on the ground as Chelsea ruthlessly pulled back on the trigger. Her laugh’s echoed in the room as she pointed one finger at the security guard, losing her breath.

”Oh my god! Thank you Warren this is a better gift than anything daddy has ever given me!“ she taunted as she continued squeezing the trigger. “And you brought me a small dick idiot to use it on.”

Warren sat up, leaning against the wall, recovering from the pain. “Ok, ok, we’ll leave! Just stop!”

”Ugh! Why do you want to ruin all my fun?! Tennis, golf, every stupid fucking sport my dad makes me play guys always let me win because I’m pretty and I have money! This is the one area where guys try and stand up to me and you’re just gonna quit?“

Eventually the taser fizzled out, the power source burnt out from the unrelenting use. Chelsea looked at it in disappointment, she blew away the smoke emanating from the device.

”Gah! Cheap fucking toy, I hate you!” She shouted, smashing the taser across Warren‘s face, setting his recovery process back to 0.

He heard the sound of another bubble gum balloon inflating and popping. His eyes fluttered open, he saw Chelsea sitting at the foot of her bed, pink gum stretched across her lips as she forcefully laced up a pair of doc marten boots.

”Wha-what are those for…” he asked, recovering from the blow to the head.

”You cheated!“ she basically screamed. “And you hurt my foot with your stupid fucking cup! I’m just making things even.” She said sweetly lightly kicking her feet back and forth off the edge of the bed.

”Chelsea please, you can have whatever you want…” he pleaded.

Chelsea walked over and kneeled in front of him. “I know. I always get what I fucking want. And what I want is to kick you right in the balls. Now get up, please.”

Warren stood up sheepishly as Chelsea tugged on the sleeves of her thin black sweater, the emblem of her college embroidered over her chest. She quickly got into a fighting pose.

”On 3?“ She asked.

”Fine…” Warren agreed, preparing for a fight.

”1-“ Chelsea started, but she didn’t continue her count, the next noise she made was a sharp ‘hiiiii-ya’ as she kicked him as hard as she could between the legs.

The cracking sound of his cup splitting in half was unmistakable. The useless protective device fell away from his testicles, leaving them exposed for whatever Chelsea wanted to do.

”How did you-“ He began to ask.

Chelsea leaned forward and grabbed his shoulders, he felt her finger clamp down, hard. She swung her right leg back in an arc, her toes brushing against her ponytail, plaid skirt fluttering up, exposing more of her pale white thighs.

Warren‘s balls were greeted forcefully by her hard, boney knee. This wasn‘t the first time she had kneed his delicates, but this was infinitely more painful than the first. He dropped to his knees first, the pain of doing that completely obscured by the pain in his personal anatomy. He choked out breaths, struggling to even breathe.

Chelsea chewed her gum loudly before pulling it out with two fingers and sticking it to Warren’s forehead.

“You can fall over now. I know you want to.” She said, crossing her arms.

Not feeling the need to put on a show of strength to the spoiled brat who had just humiliated him he let the pain take over and fell on his back.

”I’m really pissed off, Warren. And I’m really sorry I have to take it out on you but you can blame daddy.”

She grabbed his ankles and lifted them up, forming a wide V with his legs. She lifted up her right foot, Warren saw her hovering it over his testicles, wiggling her toes under the socks.

”But all I wanted was a new fucking car!” Her foot stomped down hard on his balls, twisting left and right before pulling back to it’s raised position.

”A bigger allowance!” She stomped hard again, repeating the same motions.

”To pay for me and friends to go on vacation!” Her third stomp was the hardest, she was taking her frustration out on his balls and he wasn’t sure they’d survive the beating.


”And finally! I wanted the fucking video of me beating your ass to show my friends!” She stomped down harder, this time not retracting her foot, but twisting even harder instead. Warren’s screams had long since dissipated, the assault on his balls raised his voice to such a high pitch it was incomprehensible. She gripped his right testicle with her toes, tugging it around violently. Eventually she let up, mounting Warren and placing her hands on the floor beside his shoulders. He felt her breath on his face.


”Tell my dad if he doesn’t do what I want, the next time I see you, I’m castrating you. It’d be a shame to break your balls, I like them. But there are dozens of other guys I can bust. I really won’t be bothered at all.”


”Ok… Chelsea… you win…”


”Good boy.”


Chelsea smirked, patting his face twice before standing up. As he curled up in the fetal position he saw Chelsea walking away, her slender legs looked amazing as she stepped on the other guard, moving past him and heading to her closet.


She pulled out her phone which had been propped up to record the entire ordeal. Warren was mortified at the realization.


”Did you record this?” He asked, knowing the answer already.


”Sort of, it’s called a live stream, I don’t know if you know what that is.” She said, laying down on her bed, stretching out her legs.


”I’m not even 30… I know what a live stream is…”


”Whatever, old man.” She said, playing back the video.


”Who did you stream it to?!”


”Watch your tone with me, bitch. And don’t worry, just a few of my girlfriends. Now get the fuck out of my house.”


Warren gathered all his strength to limp out, followed by the other security guard. Neither one wanting to tell their boss about the humiliating defeat they had suffered or that the prototype was still secure with Chelsea.





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Alright, thinking of adding new girls to join Chelsea, vote down below on which one you’d prefer to see first. Also comment any suggestions or requests.


An edgy tattoo artist lesbian tom boy. One of Chelsea’s friends from college.


Or


Ditzy hot blonde cheerleader nymphomaniac. Also one of Chelsea’s friends.


If you want a specific character or idea or story dm me to discuss comissions.