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Futanari Ballbusting: Rape

byRichardPercival©

If you've stuck your dick in as many people as I have, you're bound to meet some people with weird fetishes. Some would say my love of being kicked in the sack counts as a weird fetish, but that's not the point.

Granted, I suppose a desire to fake a stranger raping you in a Wal-Mart parking lot, and then beating the crap out of them isn't exactly a strange fetish if you think about it. It's like justice. Everyone wants to see the bully get theirs, and everyone has a desire to beat up a serial rapist.

In fact! A girlfriend of mine once said that if you want to put in just horrible, brutal, graphic violence in a story, make the recipient a pedophile or a rapist.

Any who, this particular girlfriend of mine (not the writer, the one with the fetish) had a name. And that is all I'm prepared to say on the subject. For the rest of this story I'll call her... Foot Stomper the Mighty Boot. Or Fstmb for short.

So Amber, as I'm going to call her instead, was a fairly short girl. 5 foot at the most, and she had no boobs at all, but she had a heart shaped butt, a pear shaped body, and a sex drive that never quit.

On many occasions, whilst we were shopping, she pulled me aside into various locations and made me fuck her, and because she has a "medical problem" diagnosed by "actual doctors" she can get us out of public indecency charges because she saw the bulge in my pants, or saw my boobs and needed me to sex her right then and there.

And man, it was incredible! When hard, my dick is like, 11 inches long, but she can take the entire thing! It's like a fifth of her body but she doesn't care! Behind her back I'd call her a black hole (which was ironic because she was actually albino with really white hair and skin), and in return she'd often punch me in the nuts because she was the perfect height to do so.

We were lying on the couch one Friday night, not getting drunk at a party because I was only 20 and she was a stickler for rules, when she had a thought.

"Hey Kayle." She said, not moving from her position of being sprawled out on top of me. "You ever think about rape?" She was a very blunt person.

"Once, but then you agreed to go out with me." I responded, continuing to look at the TV. I think we were watching a crime show about serial rapists (I was waiting for that one episode where there was finally a woman rapist) so the topic didn't just come up from nowhere.

"You know what would be great?" She stretched her arms and legs, pushing her feet against the underside of my boobs. "If we could beat up a rapist."

"Hm." I muttered, agreeing with her basic thought and having nothing to add.

"..." She shifted her position around so we were laying in the same direction with her on top of me. "You should dress up as a rapist and let me beat you up in a dirty alleyway."

"I'm not doing that." I deadpanned, not taking my view from the screen.

"How about a Wal-mart parking lot?"

"... Okay."

And just like that the matter was settled, and she laid down on me as we continued to watch the show.

Look, I know the setup isn't Shakespeare, but what do you want from me? I had just broken up with an athletic girlfriend, I had washboard abs now, and Amber was lazy. She once talked me into having sex in the warehouse of a department store with about the same level of effort.

It worked both ways too. I convinced her to wake me up every morning with a slap to my junk after just the words "I'd like it."

But whatever, she took me to a clothing store, bought me "rapist clothes", which were basically clothes she thought black people wore. The thing you have to understand about Amber was she was a horrible racist. She'd always say she was just joking, but I knew the borderline sexual thrill she'd get from talking to a member of some race and then horribly insulting them without them noticing. Like: "The best thing I can say about your race is you guys all seem to be at the top of the bell curve." I never broke up with her over this though because at this point in my life I just wanted to make it to 21 and have sex a lot. If I had to say the Germans should have won WW1 to get her to go down on me then so be it.

The clothes we ended up buying were pants that didn't fit, a white, sleeveless shirt, and a hat. No bra, no panties, and she tried to buy shoe polish but that's where I drew the line.

Fortunately (as in fortunately for me) Amber was a woman who was very self conscious about her butt and hips (it was adorable), but she said she "wanted to feel like she deserved it" so she decided to wear a skimpy looking one piece purple mini dress with short sleeves and a small skirt that hugged her ass.

HOWEVER! It only hugs your ass if you were someone of my size, like 5 foot 9. For someone the size of Amber, about 5 foot zero, the skirt ended up going all the way down to the middle of her thighs.

"Could you bend over a second?" I asked in the middle of the department store, a few feet out of the dressing room. I was in a relaxed position, hands in my pockets (to keep my pants from falling down), and I was going to wear my clothes out, so my nipples were hard as rocks (this was during winter) and poking out of the white beater (no bra meant there was plenty of sideboob), I had my brown hair in a ponytail, and I angled my hat to the left, I had no socks on, and because I had on no panties I let my dick dangle down my left pant leg. I couldn't close my legs though, at this point in my life I had the leg strength to crush them easily.

"Bend over?" Amber said with a smile and her face a bright red. "Of course!" She turned around, bent over at the hips, and even shook her butt a little to try and get me extra hard.

"That's adorable, I can't even see your panties." I said in reference to her being too short for the skirt to work as intended.

She knew I meant that as well, so she shot up, turned around, and with her lips pursed in the adorable way that happens whenever she's angry, she brought her fist back and punched me as hard as she could in the balls.

My eyes opened wide and I doubled over, instantly falling over and accidentally crushing my nuts even more between my legs as I crashed down.

I turned over to my stomach, in turn mashing my boobs against the floor, and opened my legs, allowing my hands enough space to stick down my pants and caress my balls.

"Huh," Amber said, standing behind me, her arms folded and her head cocked. "I never noticed how great your butt looks in jeans." I guess this was because of the way my legs were spread, and that tightened the fabric the way the mini skirt should have tightened around Amber's.

Oh, and off topic, but a few weeks later she bought me skin tight jeans and mashed my junk in it, creating a very defined outline of the sack and dick being squeezed into such a tight space, my butt and legs looked great, but they were clearly meant for women and less endowed futas. She never punched or kicked my testicles when I wore those, she always swung her hips to hit me, or pushed me on the ground and squashed them with her butt.

But while I was lying on the very dirty department store carpet, trying to gently massage my genitals, Amber was busy trying to look better.

What she did, I thought, was pretty smart. She got three stylish belts, brought her skirt up high enough to be the right length, and then used the three belts to keep the excess cloth away from sight and keep the skirt high enough. As to what it looked like, right now, angle your fingers in a way so your pointer, middle, and ring fingers are one on top of each other, your fingernails in the same place and your middle finger on top.

How those fingers are is how her belts were. On her left side they were overlapping, but as they got to the right side they stopped overlapping, like your knuckles.

Basically it made her already small waist look great, and the contrast between her waist and ass was fantastic.

She helped me up from the floor, and we went to buy the clothes. She led me to the cashier, putting loads of sway into her hips that gave me a weird boner tent. It was most of the way down my leg, and then it got hard and was trying to come up. It looked like I had something strange in my pockets.

"Okay you do the talking." She said as she spun her way behind me, giving me an encouraging, delicate touch to my balls along the way. I rolled my eyes but did it.

"That'll be 2000 dollars." The cashier said.

Amber halted in pulling out the money from her wallet.

"... This is a 2 grand fetish, hope you enjoy it." I said as she began to pull out her credit card instead. Amber was a very rich person.

It turns out that 1800 of that was just for the three belts.

But that's literally like a penny to her immense wealth, so we just shrugged and drove off to the nearest Wal-Mart. Yeah, we could have just done it in the department store parking lot, but that's not as fun.

So here's how it worked:

I parked near the back of the parking lot, where they stopped bothering to turn on the lights, and I'd go stand near a light post and pretended to smoke (I didn't actually smoke, my mom said if she ever found out about me smoking cigarettes, specifically cigarettes, she would literally, actually castrate me and wear my balls as earrings... and she said that with a knife pressed against my sack, so I believed her). Meanwhile, Amber would go in and buy a bag of oranges. When she tried to go back to the car, I'd jump out and accost her!

So I waited, and waited, and waited, then I remembered that Amber is probably the single most socially incompetent person I've ever met, so she probably had to psych herself up to going up to the lady and buy something.

After waiting about half an hour, a lady in a trench coat walked up to me.

"Hey, howya doin?" she asked.

"Good, I guess." I said in my nicest voice.

"Ah, ah... so whata ya doin?" She was holding her trench coat closed.

"Waiting for my friend, she wants me to fake-rape her so she can beat me up and get off."

"I see, I see... need help?"

"What? No! Go away." See at this point I had visible muscles, so I knew I could beat her up if I wanted to.

"Of come on, don't be like THAT!" She started inching closer and closer, and finally flung her trench coat open, showing me all her bits and pieces.

I won't say much on this, but imagine crossing a busty supermodel, and a heroin addicted dump truck.

Without even thinking I shot my leg forward and kicked her in the vagina. Her dumb smile was wiped off her face as she fell over, clearly not expecting this pain.

"Go, get out of here." I said, stepping back so she couldn't reach up a hand and grab or punch my balls.

Slowly, she began crawling away, and I never saw her again...

But then I saw Amber!

She was walking out of the store and towards me, she clearly looked pleased she could buy a sack of oranges, and she was walking quickly, probably excited about what she knew was coming.

I decided to change the schedule up a little, I would hide behind the bush next to the lamp post, rather than out in the open. It went the store, then most of the parking lot, a patch of dirt with the lamp post, then my car after another spot. The raping would happen at that empty spot.

I saw her looking around, subtly, clearly eager to get this started, and I was eager as well, I started to get hard thinking about jumping on her and ripping off her clothes.

She opened up the back door to throw the oranges in, and that's when I made my move!

"Hey there," I said in my most menacing voice. "What are you doing out here by yoursELF!" The raise in volume and pitch was because Amber's first reaction was to take the sack of oranges and swing them right into my balls.

It lifted me off the ground a bit, and the shock caused me to instantly shoot down both arms to protect myself, when I had originally planned to take a nut shot or two without it visibly affecting me, to scare her a little.

Then Amber threw aside the oranges and tried to kick me, though I brought up one hand to grab her small foot.

"Wh-"

"What are you doing?!" I yelled. "That's not how you react to someone walking up to you!" I grimaced one more time before standing back upright, with still a lot of pain and my voice an octave higher. "For all you know I was about to give you a million dollars, and you just attack me!"

"B-but, you c-"

"No. Go back to the door, come back here, and do it right." I had my back straight, I looked at her and pointed at the door.

She switched her glance between the door and me a few times, but soon she sighed dejectedly, took the slightly mashed oranges and slumped back to the door.

I watched her walk for a little, but the boner kind of hurt my balls, so I had to look away.

I walked myself back to the lamp post area, this time going by the real script, but once I leaned against it I stuck my hands down my pants to massage myself a little, there wasn't anything there to get in the way of that sack, and when your balls are dangling it hurts a lot worse.

By the time she walked passed me, clearly excited but trying to look nervous, I was feeling better. I licked my lips as my head followed her walk. I pretended to flick my cigarette away and followed after her, hands in my pockets.

She opened her car door, and at this point I stood right behind her.

"Hey there," I said, causing her to turn around in a small jolt. "What are you doing out here all alone?" I said as I got a little closer to her.

"Oh, I um, I just, was craving oranges, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know a little something about cravings." I slowly slid my right arm down her side, starting from her shoulder but only reaching her waist before she backed up against the inside of the open door, but I followed her and stood right against her, my breasts directly at eye level for her.

"Uhhhh, cravings, yes." She had a distinct shake in her voice as she stared at my chest.

I sucked my teeth, and then brought my left hand up under her chin, forcing her to look up at me as my right hand continued where it left off, only more slowly, savoring every inch of her hips.

"I've always loved midnight snacks," I spoke clearly and looked her in the eyes. "Though I can't help but feel oranges just won't cut it tonight." With that I gave her firm ass a nice squeeze, and her eyes widened as she took the hint.

She kneed me in the balls as hard as she could, which cause me to push her into the door and fall back, going into a turned, hobbled walk with my knees apart, reaching down to halt the pain in my testicles.

Amber didn't stop there though, she jumped forward into a full kick into my vulnerable privates, causing me to fall to the ground, my face against the concrete.

Amber pushed me onto my back and laid on top of me. With one hand she grabbed the strap of my white beater, exposing my breast, and with her other she painfully grabbed my other breast over the white shirt, squeezing and twisting it as if she were truly trying to prevent a rape. With her body securely on top, she began using her small frame and legs to kick and knee my testicles as much as she could, pounding them into my pelvic bone and using the loose pants with my lack of panties to great effect.

This was where my ballbusting fetish kicked in however, as I had an overwhelming desire to fuck her, despite the searing pain I felt down below.

I used my remaining strength to throw her off of me, but I kept hold of her as I forced her into a better position. I shoved her face into the ground, and brought her hips up as high as I could make them without snapping her neck, all the while making sure her hands were secure. Her panties were properly ripped off, and it was easy to push the mini dress up, revealing everything she's been self conscious about. I didn't need to worry about her feet though, her desperate kicks with her knees firmly against the parking lot only made me harder.

"Ah, so it'll be like that then hah? Well, I'm sure the snack analogy has worn off." I leaned in to whisper in her ear. "But I love it when my food fights back."

She heard the sound of my zipper as I used one arm to hold her in place, and the other to get my cock into place.

"No, Kayle stop! Please!" She cried as tears started falling down her face and she tried to squirm even more.

Luckily for her, right before I entered her she got a lucky kick in got me in the dick. She felt me weaken slightly, and used that as her opportunity to shift forward enough to give me a good kick with both her feet in my completely exposed balls.

I fell backwards clutching my testicles.

"Ugh- bitch." I groaned.

Amber got up as fast as she could, and to make sure she had enough time she used all her leg strength to stomp down on my junk, successfully immobilizing me as she ran to the car door and picked up the dropped sack of oranges.

I was just now getting up, slowly, so she used my spread knees to swing the sack right at me again. I fell to the ground, knees close together and my large package resting on top of the vice I made with my legs.

Amber ran over, pulled off my jeans so she wouldn't miss, and positioned me so I was on my back with my knees pointed towards the sky, twice she swung her orange sack into mine.

Unlike before, where my testicles were hanging, this time they were firmly placed above my legs, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

My opportunity came after she reeled back for the third hit. Miraculously, the sack ripped and all the oranges came flying out, none hit me, and I capitalized on this by swinging an arm out, catching her leg, and pulling her to the ground. Her nice, soft rear end cushioned the blow.

I scrambled to make my way on top of her, my bare ass being shown to the world, and, to show my depravity, I licked from the bottom of her neck, up her face, and to her eyebrow.

Her face was a look of disgust as she kneed my nuts as hard as she could, though, unlucky for her, my jewels, for the most part, were already lying on her knee.

I sat up, still on top of her with one boob exposed, and my rock hard erection lying on her stomach, almost all the way to her own small breasts. I had to hold my testicles for a second, not being able to keep the large orbs in my hands, and with my cock poking out from between my fingers.

Amber tried to use this time my hands were away to scratch and claw at my breasts, but I recovered quickly, and this time I used my legs to keep hers apart, while my hands grabbed her wrists, pulled them away from my bruised tit, and held them on the ground above her head, our faces close together.

"K-Kayle, you aren't really, ar-"

Her words were cut off as I bit the collar of her dress, and successfully ripped it with my teeth, exposing her small, nonexistent breasts.

"Of course I will." I said after spitting out the cloth. "I was going to let you off easy by not forcing you to watch," I shifted my hands to keep both her arms in place with only my right hand, and with my left hand I grabbed the back of her head by the hair, and lifted it up so she had to watch me enter her. My breasts were firm enough to not block her view. "But now you get to see every last inch get lost inside you."

I kept a look at her eyes, filled with tears and watching in horror as I slid all twelve inches inside.

"Oh? It's wetter than I thought it'd be, could you be getting off on being violated?"

I knew I hit her back wall when I watched her eyes roll back and her body convulse. Now was the time to really fuck her.

I kept my hip movements slow at first, far too often has Amber cum just from me getting all the way inside. But when she started moving her hips rhythmically to mine I knew it was time to stop entirely.

Amber bit her lip as her muscles tightened, I could hear all the swears she was thinking but didn't have the brain function to say.

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