No means NO! (Part II of the hardest kick Ive ever taken)

This is part II of the last story I posted. It shifts to being told from Cara's perspective shortly after the start.

About 30 minutes had passed since Cara had absolutely decimated both of my balls with a simple flick of her leg. I was sitting up against the bed frame still craddling my aching orbs in my hands. She had left the room for a while and plopped down next to me on the floor "So are we gonna fuck tonight or what?" Still somewhat struggling to talk normally I let out a moan and "I dont know if I can, they still hurt so bad". Cara let out a cute giggle and responded "I tried to tell you, but you just had to have it full force. Oh well, guess every guy has to experience it at some point".

I glanced over at her and she had this warm smile on her face with that slight smirk still there. I asked "What could your ex have done to deserve a kick like that?" "He tried to rape me"

When I was younger my Mom sat me and my little sister down and told us that most likely one day, we'd have to defend ourselves against a man. She asked us if we knew how to do that. Both of us looked at eachother and then shook our heads "no". "Well, between the legs of every man is a set of balls, called testicles, they hang down low, behind the penis in a soft sack. These two balls are extremely sensitive and even a kick from one of you two girls would send a grown man to the ground in excruciating pain".

We were both shocked, always hearing and seeing how much larger and stronger men were. My sister asked our mother if that would really hurt a man enough to stop him from hurting us. "Of course, I've kicked, kneed and otherwise hurt more than my fair share of balls in my time, and every time that sorry man or boy has ended up a weeping mess at my feet. I want you both to promise me that if a man ever tries to hurt you or force you to do something against your will that you will do everything you can to hurt his balls and escape. Kick them, knee them, grab them and twist and squeeze them until they pop, whatever you have to do to make sure youre safe. There are a lot of sick men out there and I want you two to be safe".

A few years later I was a senior in high school, life was good, I was Captain of the soccer team and met this cute boy, Jack, from another school in the county. He was sweet and I fell for him pretty quickly. He asked me to be his girlfriend relatively quickly and all was good for a while.

There were two issues early on in our short lived relationship. 1: Ever since that talk with my Mom and trying out this newfound power on a classmate the next day with a well placed kick right between his legs I had a thing for hurting guy's balls. It wasn't a turn on for me. I just thought it was hilarious to see big, strong, confident guys reduced to a whimpering mess on the floor by little old me. Jack had felt my ballbusts countless times. I had never outright kicked him down to the floor but he was more than familar with my finger flicks, misplaced knees while making out and groping that turned into squeezes that lasted a little too long by this point.

The second problem was that I was a virgin, and intended to remain one, and he wasn't. He badly wanted to sleep with me. I couldn't really blame him. I was hot, DD cups, long, thick legs and a plump ass, beautiful blonde hair. But it wasn't to be. I liked Jack, but had no plans to give him my virginity.

One day after school, maybe two weeks before graduation we were at Jack's house alone. One thing led to another and we started kissing on the floor in the living room with him straddling me. Jack reached his hand up my shirt and under my bra. Then moved his hand down to my pants and tried to unbutton them. I quickly pulled his hand away and said "No". He very quickly got angry and said "why not Cara? We've been together for months now and all we do is make out and touch eachother. Why can't we go further? I want you so bad".

"I'm sorry it's just not..." He cut me off "God do you even know how badly my balls ache after the way you turn me on and just leave?" I smirked when he said that and he got even angrier "You probably find it funny dont you?" I couldnt hold it back any more and openly laughed at him. He flew into a fit of rage and pinned me down with one arm, the other holding one of my arms to the floor. "And I am so fucking sick of you constantly hitting me in the balls. That shit fucking hurts you bitch".

I could feel his hard dick pressed against me through our jeans and he said "fuck this, I want you and I'm going to get it". I frantically responded "Jack, please don't, I want to stop" "Shutup you fucking whore". He stopped pinning me to the ground and tried to unbutton my pants again and I remembered what my Mom had made me promise her.

I had hit Jack's balls plently of times so I knew even a light knee would end this instantly but I couldnt quite reach his balls with my legs. I shot my free hand between his legs and smacked his balls roughly with my palm which caused him to gasp and let go of me then I latched onto his nuts through his jeans, tight. He was still straddling me and making the most pathetic wheezing noises for a few seconds. I got right in his face an told him "No means no you fucking dickhead" then I squeezed his balls as hard as I could through his jeans while twisting and pulling them towards me. Jack let out a blood curdling scream and went limp on top of me. I realeased my grip on his balls and pushed him off of me. He curled into the fetal position and started sobbing. I stood up and started for the door. But Jack called out to me.

"Cara, wait, Im so sorry, please dont go" as he was struggling to stand up. "Can we talk about this?" I was fucking done. This creep just tried to rape me because he couldnt handle his blue balls and he wants me to stay and make up with him? I wasnt responding while thinking this and he started to hobble over to me, obviously still in a great deal of ball pain.

He got close to me and I didnt even think, just reacted. I pulled my right leg back and kicked the point of my foot right up into his balls. I felt both orbs ping against his pelvic bone before rushing off the side of my foot. I had just kicked Jack as hard as I possibly could, much harder than I'd ever given it to any other boy. His feet left the ground and he came crumbling down in a pathetic heap.

He was making the most disgusting gurgling noises while gasping for air. Hands clasped over his crotch trying to quell the pain that wasn't going anywhere. Openly crying like a little girl. Then he vomited all over his Mother's rug. Then he vomited some more all while still making those sad noises and crying. I couldnt contain myself. My anger instantly faded and I just started laughing out loud at his predicament. I had never seen a boy react like that to my foot smacking their balls. Sure, a few had cried and all of them make the pathetic noises, but this was just too much.

I decided it was probably time to leave so I walked over behind Jack and kicked him in the butt and said "So that we me breaking up with you, good luck with whatever's left down there". I dont think he even realized I was there or what I said.

After I got in my car and drove a few blocks I saw his Mother's car pass me heading for her house. I can only imagine how that went down when she got home.