Girl Power! part 6: The Point of No Return

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6.


‘...And I just kept kicking. But it felt so good, you know?’ I finished my enthusiastic recount of yesterday’s events. Eleanor was staring at me in shock across the lunch table.


She spoke cautiously, like she was trying not to anger a wild animal. ‘…Riley, I don’t think that’s a good thing.’


‘Come on. He was into it anyway. Can you blame me for having fun with it?’


‘One kick. That’s fun. Teaching them a lesson. What you did… that’s torture, Riley.’


I rolled my eyes. How could she be missing the point so badly? ‘Who cares? These guys need to get hurt. You should try it.’


Ellie’s horror grew visibly. ‘No! You need to stop! I’m worried about you.’


‘I can handle myself.’


As I stood up, her eyes told me that wasn’t what she’d meant. But if she didn’t want to feel the ultimate power of her foot crushing a defenseless scrotum, that was her loss. I had things to do.


I spun around, surveying the faces in the cafeteria. Mikey. That was the name Ethan had mentioned. I knew him by name, and not much else - Just that he was one of the goons that hung out around Owen. And that’s exactly where I spotted him. He stood out among the table of massive footballers - He was more lean and wiry. In fact, he would have been just my type, but the company he kept betrayed his personality. As I was lamenting this sad fact, he glanced in my direction and clearly noticed I’d been staring because he whispered something to the table. Their faces showed cautious amusement. I could practically read their thoughts. *That tiny girl? That’s who’s been terrorising the school? No way.*


I could feel my blood boil. They’d take me seriously when it was their reproductive organs being obliterated. I locked eyes with Mikey. He looked a lot more scared than the others - I’d bet he’d gotten a more detailed account of my exploits - But he held my gaze, macho pride preventing him from conceding to a woman. I nodded my head towards the hallway door, and he seemed to get the message. Once I’d looked away, he got up and disappeared into the hallway.


I pushed my way through the packed room and swung the double doors open. As I stepped through into the deserted passage, a hand clamped down on my arm and yanked me to the side, slamming me against the row of lockers. My head hit the wall and my thoughts grew cloudy. He’d been waiting.


‘You think I don’t know what you were about to try, you bitch?’ Mikey sneered. ‘You’re fucking toast.’ His left arm was a bar across my chest. I pushed frantically against the locker, but I couldn’t move him an inch. I realised there was no way out as he balled up his free fist and swung.


I tried to duck, but his knuckles collided with my cheekbone, and the metallic taste of blood hit my tongue, sparking my other senses back to life. Suddenly I knew what I had to do. I stopped pushing against Mikey’s arm, instead sliding ever-so-slightly to one side.


’See? I’m not afraid to hit a girl,’ Mikey gloated with a cruel smirk, drawing his fist back again.


I scowled. ‘You should be.’ He just snorted and swung again, but I didn’t try to dodge. As his fist flew toward my face, I braced and jerked my thigh up. My cheek stung as I buried my knee in his crotch, forcing a shocked grunt out of his mouth. Mikey’s hand instinctively flew to his nuts, but found he couldn’t reach them; my kneecap was still grinding into him through his thin shorts.


‘That... all you got?’ He snarled. He was handling the pain better than I’d expected. He grabbed my shoulders and bashed my head into the locker door again. A searing pain shot down my spinal cord. I could barely think, but I gritted my teeth and pumped my knee into his balls again, and then again. Mikey nearly buckled, but his rage kept him upright. As I tensed my leg, ready for a fourth knee, he suddenly shoved me sideways, throwing me off balance. As I crashed to the floor, I lashed out and my hard wooden heel caught Mikey’s kneecap. His leg finally gave in, bringing him down on top of me. I braced for impact and -

‘Urgh-’ Mikey gurgled as his own body weight crushed the soft tissue of his gonads into my bent knee. The pain was too much to hide this time. He fell onto all fours, straddling my body, but his arms were shaking as he focused all his energy into keeping from collapsing in agony. I couldn’t help smiling. The poor idiot had just nutted himself. I seized the opportunity and finished him off with another vicious knee.


I rolled the limp boy off me. He made a weak attempt to grab at my throat. I sighed. He was never going to yield, was he? He continued to squirm as I pinned him down with a hand on each shoulder, one knee on his abdomen and one pressed ever-so-gently, but purposefully, into his crotch. The second it connected, that now-familiar power coursed through my frame, stronger than ever before.


No - This wasn’t just power. It was *superiority.* I knew in that moment that I was superior to the sniveling figure below me in every way, and I was going to make sure he knew it too. In a calm, comforting tone, I issued my ultimatum. ‘Alright, Mikey. I should neuter you for what you just did’ - He recoiled - ‘But I’m feeling nice. So here’s the deal. Tell me who ratted me out, and both your nuts survive, for now. Or, you can keep your mouth shut, and we keep going until I get bored… Or until I feel a pop. Whichever comes *last*.’


For emphasis, I shifted my weight onto the knee that was threatening Mikey’s manhood. He yelped and I clamped a hand over his mouth. ‘Nuh-uh. Any more noise and I crack them both.’ God, it felt good to say that. I imagined how much better it must feel to follow it through…


‘OK! I’ll tell - Please don’t,’ came the muffled plea.


‘I’m waiting.’ I grinned and pressed my knee down as hard as I could. His tear ducts brimmed with the consequences of every misogynistic remark that had ever escaped his lips. Would he ever really be sorry? Probably not, but for now, violent retribution was satisfying enough.


‘It - was - *urgh* \- Jason,’ he spluttered.


I couldn’t help my eyes widening. That little shit.


I did my best to look calm. ‘Aw, thanks, Mikey! That wasn’t so hard, was it?’ I beamed and slid off the boy’s body. He sighed in relief. ‘Tell your buddies that if a word of this gets out, they get the same treatment. And when I see Jason, I promise to let him know you traded his balls for yours.’


As I spun on my heel to leave, it was his turn to look shocked. ‘Wait - Riley -’ He tried unsuccessfully to prop himself up on his elbow and fell back to the concrete painfully. ‘Please.’


I looked back and raised an eyebrow. ‘Change of heart?’ I stepped between his legs and lifted my right boot high above his groin. ‘Just say the word.’ I relished the panic in his eyes, drawing little circles in the air with my toe as he weighed up an impossible decision. Eventually, he spoke, in the most timid tone I’d ever heard from him.


‘I-I can’t. Please don’t hurt me again.’ He sealed Jason’s fate.


‘Ugh. You *fucking* coward.’ I grunted in disgust. Then I slammed my foot down into the fork of his legs anyway. I caught both orbs in the arch of my boot, and sliding the chunky heel forward I forced them up the length of his cock. Mikey winced and moaned as I stretched his sack to its limit, the outline of each gonad practically bursting through his shorts before I let them roll back under my heel and crushed them into his body one last time. I pinned him for a few more seconds, then removed my foot and let him cradle his genitals tenderly.


I blew the hair out of my eyes and cocked my hip to the side. ‘For the record’ - I panted - ‘that last part was just punishment for being a shitty friend. Jason’s going to get it so much worse.’ I stifled a giggle. That poor bastard had no idea what was coming.


I strode away, beaming inside and high on power as my heels clicked on the concrete floor. They already ached to feel another helpless, broken man beneath them, and my heart fluttered in nervous anticipation when I pictured it - This time, I was going to go all the way.


I found my way back through the crowded lunch room to Ellie’s table. She flinched when she saw me coming. That stung. The high faded as I slid onto the bench across from her. ‘You’re not going to like what I’ve just done.’


Her eyes darted around, looking for any place to settle other than on me. ‘Please…’ Her tone was anxious as she buried her face in her hands. ‘Please tell me you didn’t…’


I sighed. ‘You’ve got to get past this. Look, I didn’t pop Mikey’s nuts. But if I had, wouldn’t it have made your life better?’


Eleanor stared in disbelief. ‘You can’t just do that! You can’t just decide a guy doesn’t deserve his masculinity, and then, and then… just take it! That’s not up to us!’


‘But why *shouldn’t* it be? I’m fucking sick of being treated like an object, and so are you. You just don’t realise the power you have.’


‘No, Riley, I’m just not a fucking sadist!’


My stomach dropped. That word, from the mouth of my closest friend, cut through to my core. *Sadist*. That wasn’t me. No. It couldn’t be. I was a normal girl. I was just punishing the people who deserved it, and maybe I got a little carried away sometimes. That was normal. It was hard not to get caught up in the ecstasy of sexual domination, and the symphonies of helpless screams, and the resistance of a gonad pushed to breaking point under my toe, and the transmutation of a man’s pain into my pure, unadulterated bliss and oh my God, I was a sadist. I couldn’t lie to myself anymore.


I took a deep breath. ‘Alright, yeah. I stomp balls because I enjoy it. I like feeling powerful and I like causing pain. But can you blame me for taking it out on these pieces of shit? They deserve worse than what I’ve done to them.’


Ellie finally looked me dead in the eye. She was tearing up. ‘Stop. Riley, I don’t know you anymore. And I know I can’t stop you from doing this, so just… stop talking to me. I don’t want to hear about it.’ She stood and turned away.


‘Wait -’ I started, but she was already gone. I remained at the table in silence, trying to make sense of what had happened. I knew my crusade against toxic masculinity would have consequences, but I never thought I’d lose my best friend. Why couldn’t she understand this was necessary?


I’d come too far to stop now. I had to keep pressing forward. And besides, I was sure I’d feel better once I’d ruptured a testicle or two.