Girl Power! part 7: Ballbusting Liberation

This part is the shortest, but I promise tomorrow's will more than make up for it.

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/vwit84/girl\_power\_part\_1\_rileys\_ballbusting\_awakening/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3


Part 2 and 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/vxm16f/girl\_power\_part\_2\_and\_3\_vigilante\_justice/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3


Part 4: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/vy2j8h/girl\_power\_part\_4\_boys\_are\_a\_handful/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3


Part 5: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/vz6y9t/girl\_power\_part\_5\_riley\_crushes\_a\_pervert/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3

Part 6: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/vzr9mm/girl\_power\_part\_6\_the\_point\_of\_no\_return/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3

7.


Jason knew his number was up the second he saw me. It was Friday afternoon and school had just let out. The herd of teens pushed through the hallway to be the first escape into the weekend. We spotted each other at the exact same moment through a gap in the crowd. He froze for a moment, and I smirked. Then he bolted. I quickened my pace. My short stature meant that I couldn’t see over the crowd, even with the help of my boots. Elbowing and squeezing through gaps, I made it to the front door and scanned the yard. Jason was at the gates, eyes darting around fearfully. I was amazed at the paranoia I’d inspired without ever laying a finger on him.


He must have thought he’d lost me, as he shouldered his backpack and started walking to the bus stop. I ran after him, and caught up just as we reached the bus stop. Jason sat down, and I could swear I saw his heart stop as he looked up and saw me take the seat next to him. I slid along the bench until my thigh rubbed against his. He didn’t dare try to move away as I drummed my fingers on his leg.


‘I warned you.’ I raised an eyebrow.


‘I… Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I only told Mikey because he asked why Drew was acting weird, and he promised not to tell anyone, and then he did and ohmygodohmygodpleasedon’thurtme-’


I squeezed his thigh gently. ‘Well, I really don’t wanna get expelled. So I need to make sure you won’t tell anyone else.’


Now his heart pounded. ‘I swear. Not a word. Just… please.’


I smiled with mock sympathy. ‘I’m sorry, baby, but I have to make sure you know the consequences. So here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to come to my house, tomorrow afternoon at 3, and we’ll work it out. Just this one time and it will all be over. But if you decide not to show…’ I slid my hand between his legs and cupped it around his junk, then leaned in and whispered. ‘I promise you I will destroy your manhood. *Slowly.*’


Jason shuddered. He was on the verge of tears as he nodded. ‘Yes, Riley. I’m sorry. I’ll be there.’


I smiled again. ‘Good boy!’ I patted his thigh. ‘See you then!’ I gave him my address as the bus pulled up.


Jason sat as far away from me as possible on the ride home. I didn’t mind - I was lost in my violent fantasies. It all felt so natural to me now, like this was what a woman was built to do. What testicles were designed for. For the first time, I could let myself be aroused by the power without an ounce of guilt. I was liberated.


When I got home, the house was empty. Mum and Dad were on one of those ‘parents only’ weekend trips, so I knew no one would interrupt, no matter what happened. By the time I made it upstairs to my bedroom, I couldn’t resist anymore. I succumbed. I stroked my clit delicately, a stark contrast to the vivid picture in my head of myself kicking Jason’s crotch in. I could already hear his agonised wails, the pitch shifting up as I kicked harder and harder… My movements intensified as my fantasies did, until I brought myself to a heart-pounding, eye-rolling climax.


As I lay on my bed panting, it occurred to me that no man would ever satisfy me like that. Not in the normal way. I needed something more from them, something they’d never willingly give. I *craved* their pain. Their helplessness. Their defeated whimpers. And the sweet taste of justice.


I was about to squeeze every last drop of satisfaction out of Jason’s grapes. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.