So, you are the misguided, nut-scratching troglodyte who has been giving my sister a hard time and slandering her name all over our community?  First off, "needle-dick", she is not a second-rate whore! She is not a second rate anything! My li'l sister has more class than anyone you'll ever  meet! I, however, lack her refinement and I'd be glad to engage you in an all out, knock-down, drag-out, ball-smashing, titty-twisting, nut-busting session with you! You have stupidly spoken ill of my baby sister.

     Before you can react I kick you in your nuts, on your way down I knee you  in your face, on your way back up I kick you in the balls again! Only harder!  "Come on! Get up! Can't you take a girl?"

     As you stagger to your feet, I tackle you, jam my hand down your pants, find your rapidly swelling ball-sac, and squeeze for all I'm worth.  Squeezing, crushing, and rolling your nuts together, while I hold your headdown by your throat. "How do you like me now?"

    Eventually, you pass out from the pain. As I stand up I give your limp body another kick to your balls, just to make sure that you aren't playing 'possum. You awake to find yourself shackled spread-eagle to a brass bed. The painin your nuts is excruciating. You feel nauseous. As your head clears you see me sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed, coolly smoking a cigarette  and nursing a tumbler of Kentucky sipping' whiskey. I stub out the smoke,put down the glass, and stand up. Your eyes about pop out of your head: I'm wearing black-leather crotch-less panties. Thigh-high, black-leather bootswith "cockroach killing toes" and four inch spike heels. Your eyes move up, they widen, and even with aching and swollen testicles your dick twitches.

     I notice it. I know I'm exciting you with my unruly black mane cascading loose and free over my bare shoulders. My firm breasts adorned onlywith small silver hoops through their nipples. From these hoops a finely braided silver chain runs down the front of my milky-white body to a matching silver hoop in my bellybutton. I stand akimbo, black-velvet gloved hands on my thin hips. My azure eyes gazing open contempt at you throughmy "Zorro" mask. I glide forward, leather-clad hips undulating, as I step to the foot of the bed, and lean between your spread legs. Your lips quiver, your dick dribbles. I slap your nuts with my open hand! It is then thatyou  realize that I've bound your nuts in a four inch ball-stretcher, of the finest leather. I slap your nuts again! Your body jerks, tears start out the corners of your eyes, you start to gurgle something.

     "Silence!", I sneer, "You shouldn't ought to have belittled my sister like that! You could apologize, and beg for mercy, and I just might let you  leave here with both of your nuts."

     "Please..." you start to whimper, but I cut you off with another slap toyour nuts.

     "My god!" I laugh, "are they ever swollen huge! And purple! Like plums, and I'm ready to make some plum pudding out of you!"

     Your tears come in earnest now.