Futa volleyball player meets her match part 3

(I had this as part 2 but realized it was way too long to post so I split it up, just fyi)

Jordan lay slumped against the lockers, chest heaving, tears and cum streaking her face and abs. Her once-proud cock still twitched pathetically, half-hard and oversensitive. But her balls… fuck, her balls were a total wreck.

Each massive orb had swollen to the size of softballs lumpy, black and blue, the skin stretched so tight it glistened like it might split open at any second. Deep purple bruises covered every inch. The heavy sack sagged lower than ever, the cords visibly strained and throbbing. Every tiny movement sent fresh waves of agony through her body.

Mia knelt between Jordan’s spread thighs, licking a thick strand of cum from her fingers with a wicked grin. “Five ruined loads and these fat nuts are already ruined… but I’m not even close to done. Look at them. So swollen. So fucking tender. Perfect for round two.”

She grabbed the devastated orbs with both hands and dug her thumbs straight into the bruised centers. The balls yielded far more easily now, squishing inward with a wet, meaty sound as Mia crushed them viciously, twisting and wringing like she was trying to pop water balloons.

Jordan screamed hoarsely, hips jerking. “Mia…fuck…too much!”

“Shut up and take it,” Mia growled. She leaned in and sank her teeth into the swollen left ball, biting down hard while her jaws worked side to side. The tender, overfilled flesh gave way under her teeth, leaving deep red marks. At the same time, she started slow, torturous strokes along Jordan’s cock…just enough to tease it back to full, aching hardness.

Every time Jordan’s breathing sped up and her balls tried to draw up, Mia would slam a closed fist into the sack or grind her knee brutally into the mangled orbs, ruining the edge instantly. She kept the futa right on the knife’s edge for long, torturous minutes.

Then Mia stood, grabbed Jordan by the hair and forced her to stand on shaky legs. “Time to really test how much these broken balls can handle.”

She spun Jordan around, bending her over the bench so her massive, hanging sack dangled vulnerably between her spread legs. Mia took a running start and delivered a full-power soccer kick from behind…THWACK! her sneaker slamming directly upward into the swollen orbs. The impact lifted Jordan onto her toes as the heavy balls flattened against her body before swinging wildly.

Mia didn’t stop. She unleashed a relentless barrage of kicks…left, right, both at once…each one harder than the last. The sound was obscene: wet, heavy SMACKS and CRUNCHES as the already ruined balls deformed grotesquely with every strike. Bruises darkened to near black. The sack swelled even larger.

Between kicks, Mia reached underneath and edged the throbbing cock with fast, slick strokes, stopping cold the instant Jordan got close. “Not yet, big girl. Your balls have to suffer more first.”

After ten brutal kicks, Mia dropped to her knees again. She wrapped both arms around the sack from behind in a brutal bearhug squeeze, crushing the massive orbs together between her forearms and biceps with all her strength. The balls bulged horribly outward on either side, the skin turning white where it stretched thinnest.

While crushing them flat, Mia jerked Jordan’s cock in long, merciless pumps , edging her harder than ever. Jordan was babbling, sobbing, legs shaking violently.

“Sixth ruined orgasm. Now,” Mia commanded.

She timed it perfectly. Just as Jordan’s cock swelled and the first thick pulse began, Mia released the bearhug squeeze only to immediately slam both elbows down into the trapped balls like hammers. The sixth ruined load erupted in powerful but unsatisfying ropes, splattering the bench while Jordan howled in pure agony.

Mia laughed breathlessly. “Good girl. But we’re going for seven… and eight.”

She forced Jordan onto her back on the cold floor. Climbing on top, Mia positioned herself so one sneaker pressed down on the base of the sack while the other stomped directly onto the swollen orbs. She began jumping lightly at first, then with more force, full stomps that pancaked the massive, lumpy balls completely flat against the hard tile with sickening CRUNCH sounds. Each time the balls slowly oozed back into their swollen shape, only to be crushed again.

All the while she stroked and edged the cock relentlessly, bringing Jordan to the edge repeatedly only to punish the balls harder when she got close.

Seventh ruined orgasm hit while Mia was mid stomp. She felt the balls seize under her sole and immediately ground down with her full weight, twisting her foot like she was extinguishing a cigarette. The cum spurted weakly, thinner than before, as Jordan convulsed beneath her.

For the eighth and final one of the night, Mia went all out.

She sat on the bench, pulled Jordan’s legs up over her shoulders so the wrecked balls rested heavily on Mia’s lap. Then she used both hands in a double-fisted grip pounding, squeezing, and twisting the mangled orbs with savage intensity while her mouth worked the sensitive underside of the cock, edging with her tongue and lips.

When Jordan was right at the breaking point, Mia bit down hard on the base of the sack and squeezed with every ounce of power she had left. The balls collapsed inward dramatically, looking ready to burst.

The eighth ruined orgasm was the most intense yet…long, shuddering ropes of cum shooting across Jordan’s own body and face while her balls were being utterly annihilated. Jordan’s scream echoed through the empty locker room as her body spasmed uncontrollably.

Finally, Mia released the crushed, throbbing wreck of a sack. The balls hung impossibly low, grotesquely swollen, black, blue, and purple, covered in teeth marks, fist imprints, and sneaker tread patterns. They pulsed weakly with every heartbeat.

Mia leaned down and kissed the devastated orbs almost tenderly.

“Eight ruined orgasms total… and these massive balls are completely fucking destroyed. How do they feel, baby? Still think they can take more tomorrow after practice?”

Jordan could only whimper, utterly spent, her wrecked balls twitching in Mia’s gentle grip.

Mia smiled. “Good. Because I’m already planning what I’m going to do to them next time.”

To be continued (and big twist coming up!!!!!!)