Gretchen's Mission: A Ballbusting Poem
Dear readers, burry your fears,
all characters here are of at least 18 years!
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When the rays of the sun into the window broke,
the naked Gretchen in her bed awoke.
She turned her head and found to her side,
a naked man, his legs opened wide.
Some guy she had found in the bar last night,
no name, no interest - just a short delight.
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Her hand reached down to the pair below his member,
his squeaks gave him away as the weaker gender.
Gretchen smirked, her grip kept tightening,
the squishy balls in her hand felt truly enlightening.
Finally, the screams stopped and the guy passed away,
Gretchen didn't mind, if he left or would stay.
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She jumped out of the bed and into the bath,
the large mirror displayed her sexy front half.
Curly red hair fell on an ample chest,
she decided to hide it with no more than a vest.
She looked down on her crotch, the part she liked best.
It was a pity to cover it up like the rest.
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A tight pair of pants would do good for now,
tightly hugging her groin in a visible show.
The men complained when a lady wore pants,
but were secretly happy, when allowed a glance.
A mix of horny and angry was what for she played,
plenty of cause for their balls to get nailed.
A pair of riding boots would be sufficient,
crushing men's genitals fast and efficient.
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Cleaned and dressed for the day outside,
Gretchen left the house to take a ride.
She looked left and right, now very annoyed,
no trace of her stableboy, the street just a void.
The clock in her vest told her that he was late,
oh, he was going to be in a regrettable state!
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When the stableboy came, he opened his palm for a coin,
but all he received, was a swift kick in the groin.
His hands clutched his balls and he fell on the cobble,
the rest of this day, his walk was a wobble.
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"How dare you be late to deliver my horse?"
"My lady, I apologize, but I have good cause!"
"The next time you're late, your balls will be mush,
and now get out of my way, fool, hush hush hush."
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The young man pushed himself up and limped out of her way,
another quick kick in the balls would remind him this day.
Getchen leaped on the horse onto her smooth pussy,
thankfully, she wasn't reduced to a crying wussy.
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The hooves of the horse rapidly battered the street,
when another opportunity was in Gretchen's need.
A mail rider with black suit from behind,
roughly shoved her away, not very kind.
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Gretchen reached out and slapped his horse's rear,
the beast shrieked and jumped in surprised fear.
When the man came down, just a little shove in his back,
and his nuts landed on the saddle with an audible crack.
Numbed, he fell down and crashed on the floor,
the laughing woman haunted by his angry roar.
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"Fuck, my balls are now broken, you stupid, fucking bitch!"
"Then don't push around people, just 'cause you're working for the rich!"
He tried to respond, but the pain was severe,
this was a wonderful day - for the woman, to be clear.
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It didn't take long for the next guy to be dumb,
not thinking straight, or expecting his balls to be numb.
"You stupid woman should be wearing a dress,
soon you even want to vote, causing a mess!"
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Getchen didn't care to think of what to say,
her booted foot was already on its way.
Hanging down in a stirrup on the side of the horse,
the tip of her boot met the level for male remorse.
The speed of her kick and the horse combined,
left his balls in an odd shape, much less defined.
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When Gretchen got there, she jumped on her feet,
in front of a deserted house, two floors high and equally deep.
The front door squeaked and gave way to a room,
messy and dark, in need of a broom.
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When the door closed behind her back,
a fearful roar rose the hair on her neck.
In front of her, a pentagram emerged in bright red flames,
and from below she heard the calling of demonic names.
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Mephista suddenly stood right in the center,
allowing the heat of hell in the dark room to enter.
She was fully nude and presented her shapes with pride,
Gretchen bowed her head, as this sign of respect was just right.
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"You have summoned me, queen of all hellish queens?"
"I want to know, if my bet is going as it seems.
I wish to remind you that men are weak!"
"And just this morning I made half a dozen squeak!"
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"So you are making progress on subduing the men?"
"I am surely doing the very best that I can!"
"So be it, but let me remind you what is at stake for me... and you!"
"The reign over heaven, earth and hell." "That's true!
I have prepared a little surprise for you down the stairs.
Make the best of it and leave them with aching pairs!"
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"I will, Mephista, queen of evil queens!
I will go for their weak spot, just like in my hottest dreams.
I will break their balls, ignore their whine..."
"Then go for it and don't waste my time!"
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The nude figure disappeared, leaving the room dark and boring,
but the excitement of the surprise had Gretchen's fluids flowing.
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Sneaking down the stairs, she came to watch,
five young men with a tent in their crotch.
They stood there with their back to the stairs,
surrounding three young women with messy hairs.
Their dresses and corsets had been ripped apart,
oh, these boys would have to be busted hard!
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Gretchen approached the men with no sound,
her vicious kicks sent three to the ground.
The other two tried to get away,
but her tight grip on their balls convinced them to stay.
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The three girls looked up at her, grateful and curious.
"How come this easy victory? That was furious."
"They don't want you to know, but their balls are weak.
Just kick, punch or stomp them, and that's their defeat."
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Gretchen brutally squeezed the two pairs of testicles in her hands,
their owner's pathetic cries and twitches giving doubt no chance.
The glister in the girls' eyes was proof,
that they were down for some balls to crush,
a man clutching his nuts with a desperate "ooouf",
would very soon give them a satisfying rush.
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The women tied the men against the wall, unable to move.
Then they stripped, showing their pussies for something to prove.
Gretchen roughly pulled down the pants of the boys,
allowing the young women a good look at their toys.
She checked out the lined up manhoods with a grin,
and took off her boots to feel the testicles smash on her skin.
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Laughing and giggling, the girls took bouts,
wasting their aggressors' balls,
the poor lads' high-pitched shouts,
echoing unheard through empty halls.
Gretchen took her turn whacking their nuts,
just a few times before she dressed and left,
the girls would surely have the guts,
to figure out what to do with the rest.
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The redhead left the deserted place,
jumped on her waiting horse with grace.
Back on her way, she passed a bar,
happy that a refreshment for her mouth was not far.
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A tall man in the door stood in her way,
a woman in pants was surely not allowed to stay.
Her knee flattened his sack with its pointy end,
the simple thrust rendering him unable to stand.
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Entering the smelly room, Gretchen laughed in delight,
as a rough billiards table came into sight.
She had never played the royal game nor knew the rules,
but these wooden sticks surely made some capable tools.
A fat man was leaning on the table, his legs far apart,
she had to be quick to get a good start.
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His oppoment waited behind for his turn,
patient but ready for his next hit,
surprised when suddenly yanked on his stick,
a pretty young woman, her eyes stern.
He yanked it back and realized his fault,
when the stick smacked his groin, in lack of her hold.
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The fat guy tried to get up, but he was too slow,
the woman already swung the billiards stick up in a wide bow.
Before he brought up the strength to be upright,
it smashed in his balls, his pants holding them tight.
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Collapsing hard right onto his face,
screaming out his lungs in pain,
the other males in the bar rose in haste,
and approached the girl to blame.
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"You fucking whore, I will teach you respect."
"Better watch out that your genitals won't be defect!"
"Grab her from behind, I will punch her tits."
"I think this billiard stick and your balls will make perfect fits!"
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Gretchen stood to her word and whacked the men's balls in quick succession,
each of them sinking on the floor with an amusing, dumb expression.
The female bartender also made use of the chance,
brutally kicking the balls of two men with a mean glance.
When the work was done, the girls sat at the bar and drank,
laughing and joking about the timeless prank.
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Suddenly, a huge man stormed in the room,
a wrestler, angry and cursing, promising doom.
He jumped at Gretchen, who dove right through his legs,
then he found himself pulled back up by his sensitive eggs.
The woman enjoyed the huge package in her hand,
before thrusting up her knee for this fight to end.
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Gretchen was tired and wanted to stay,
but the pact with the demon forced her up and away.
She found her horse and rode to the upper town,
the rich folk wouldn't be spared in their fancy gown.
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The girl found a large estate with piano music and loud clatter,
a party would actually be the perfect place in this matter.
She left her horse and searched a back door,
but an armed guard stood ready on the grass floor.
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"Halt! Young lady, what is your business here?"
"I'm just up for a hot adventure, have no fear.
A handsome guard in neat uniform is what I hoped to find."
"Woman, I will be in trouble, are you out of your mind?"
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Gretchen pushed the rifle aside,
and her soft body against the guard;
her thigh pressed forward for his legs to divide,
and below, she felt something getting hard.
That was all it took to convince the lad,
to pull down his pants and push down her head.
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When his genitals hung right in her face,
she was excited to put the man in his rightful place.
She aimed well and swung her fist hard,
not even allowing his screaming to start.
The guard passed out and dropped on the grass,
not releasing a single tone to cause distress.
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Gretchen continued her way and got inside,
the noises from the ball a helpful guide.
A female pianist performed a waltz from Liszt,
elicting beauty from the piano like a true artist.
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Dozens of nobles, in pairs of two sexes,
danced together in meticulous order;
the dancing floor tiled in marble hexes,
constricted by a clear border.
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Proud men clad in military uniforms of highest rank,
the fancy dresses of their wives made Gretchen look like an ordinary skank.
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Before her intrusion was discovered,
or the guard in the yard recovered,
Gretchen acted quick and approached a tall guy,
asking him for a dance, acting a bit shy.
The admiral looked at her with suspicion,
but her protruding boobs made it an easy decision.
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They stepped in the center of the moving mass of flesh,
and joined the orderly motion like on an invisible mesh.
Gretchen pressed her chest and hips against him tightly,
making sure to touch his bulge while they stepped out widely.
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The cock in his tight pants grew in hardness and size,
moving away from his balls - her actual price.
With the next wide step, she feinted to tip,
pulling up her knee to land a solid hit.
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The tall guy fell, and dragged Gretchen down as well,
an opportunity to bust more balls, she could tell.
She bumped her head hard into the closest male crotch.
A yell above "Where did this come from, oh my gosh."
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Chaos quickly spread among the orderly formation,
when more men stumbled, and many had an awful sensation.
Noone knew what was was causing this mess,
the dancing floor looked like someone had kicked over a table of chess.
Only the pianist laughed and increased her speed,
making the situation much more comical, indeed.
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Gretchen looked up to the wife of a man who went down,
one hand was hiding her smirk, while the other slowly pulled up her gown.
When freed of the restriction for her legs,
she turned around and flattened another man's eggs.
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The redhead knew that her work here was done,
she crawled to the edge, and hoped to be gone.
The dance floor became dangrous when panic spread,
but quick punches in the balls stopped the men before they could hit her head.
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Soon, Gretchen was out and rode into the night,
this day had surely been a great delight!