Chapter 17: Reyna Resort 2
Reyna 2
Page 1
Hey, friend-o! Nice to see you again. I knew you had more in you; I just knew it!
We are going to have SO much fun tonight. I have a lot planned for those delicate little orbs.
Page 2
You and I have spent so much time together playing games. Safeword, Knee Knockers … you know the kind.
I had a great time playing, don’t get wrong, but … I’m in the mood for some good old fashioned ballbusting tonight. Aren’t you?
No games. Just traditional plum-pulping fun. The kind where I destroy your nuts.
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Get the rope and tie your nuts up tight. Don’t leave them anywhere to roam.
Now grab your heavy objects and head to the bathroom. You’ll be kneeling in front of your toilet for a long while; you might want to put a towel down.
Place your testicles between the toilet seat and lid. Make sure you know how to place the heavy objects to correspond to a [1], a [2], etc.
I’m sure you can see where this is going. Continue when you’re ready!
ResortReyna2Helper
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Let’s start you out at intensity [2]. Nice and gentle.
Don’t you worry. It’ll get less gentle in a minute. A lot less gentle.
I’m going to use those two pathetic plums between your legs to put you in horrific, agonizing pain. Worse than you ever thought possible.
That’s what makes us such a great duo. I love hurting you, and you love hurting for me.
Page 5
Intensity [3]. Come on, babycakes, don’t look so worried. It isn’t that bad. Yet.
Don’t worry. I know you love it. You love the pain, the agony, and the humiliation. You don’t have to hide it.
You can’t get enough. You crave it. You NEED it. With every fiber of your being, and deep down in your soul.
Maybe I should come with a Surgeon General warning. You know, like nicotine? Because I’m addictive.
Page 6
Let’s turn up the heat, just a little more. Intensity [4].
Are you feeling it now, Mr. BFFL? All those tender nerve endings … crushed.
Your little boys … the ultimate symbol of your masculinity … flattened.
All because one cute little girl told you to. One teeny bikini is all it took to make you walk funny for weeks.
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That’s why I like you. You’ve accepted your place here. You just take every last drop of abuse I want to dish out, no fuss.
Most men have trouble accepting the fact that all they are is a pair of balls for me to bust. But not you.
You embrace it. You spread your legs when I tell you. You hurt when I tell you. And then you come crawling back for more.
Which makes you the perfect man for me.
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I know we haven’t been friends for that long, so as you get to know me better, you’ll learn something
I will NEVER ever get tired of busting your balls. Not ever.
Putting silly boys like you in agonizing pain is just about my favorite thing in the world.
Speaking of which … get ready to make things even worse.
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Intensity [5]. Right now. Do not waver.
That’s right, baby. Hurt for me. Hurt real good!
MMM! Isn’t ball pain just the best? Isn’t it just so … you know? Exquisite? Delightful?
Just the slightest pressure on two tiny little orbs and you’re reduced to this whimpering mess!
Page 10
I know you’re supposed to be this big, strong man, but … you’re not right now!
No man can be strong and powerful after good hit to the balls.
I mean, look at you. Practically dry heaving, and I’m not even there with you.
I love it though. I love that you’re so easy to control.
Page 11
Fine, fine. I’ll be nice. You can go down to intensity [3]
All that time at intensity [5]’s probably made you nice and mushy already, but you’re not done. Not by a long shot.
You, of all people, shouldn’t be surprised. I already told you what I’m trying to do at this resort.
You know I’m trying to win the “deadliest ballbuster” crown from Ali, fair and square.
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What I didn’t tell you before is that my name, Reyna, is Spanish for “Queen.”
And I want to use your balls to prove that I am the Queen of ballbusting.
I won’t bother asking if that’s what you want too. I know it is.
Besides, isn’t that what friends are for? Inflicting outrageously painful ballbusting abuse whenever you like?
Page 13
Speaking of which … go back to intensity [5]. Right now. No matter how badly you’re hurting.
That’s it, flatten them. Without mercy. Because I say so.
You can focus on my body, if it helps. Keep your eyes glued to my chest and enjoy the catastrophe happening between your legs.
That’s it, sweetheart. Keep your eyes on me and let the rest of your body send its complaints to management.
Page 14
I know you’re a great friend for me, but if you think about it, I’m a great friend for you too.
I hurt you just the way you want to be hurt. I let you drool over my naked body.
And if you keep crawling back to me, I’ll give you a chance to cum at Plaything Park.
Not a great chance. But a chance. So, nut up and take it, buttercup.
Page 15
Ok, alright. You can take a break from intensity [5]. Let’s go with … intensity [4]. Aren’t I so generous?
Two breaks in as many minutes? The other girls are going to think I’ve gone soft.
Don’t worry. I’ll make up for it by making your next activity much, MUCH nastier.
You should know me well enough by now to know that I’ll never let you finish a session with me in anything other than a crumpled heap.
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Keep going, ballbag. You’re not done yet. Not by a long shot.
I don’t care that there’s nothing left. I don’t care how loudly you beg for mercy.
They’re not your balls; they’re mine. That means you keep flattening your manhood for however long I say.
There’s no rest for the broken. Not with me, anyway.
Page 17
Intensity [5] again. Your favorite!
There, there. Just breathe through it. That might help.
I mean, it probably won’t. It hasn’t helped any other guy I’ve destroyed. But it might. You never know.
And it’s not like there’s anything else you can do. Your balls belong to me, remember?
Page 18
Keep going. Intensity [5]. Destroy yourself for me.
I promised you that tonight, we’d just be doing traditional, old school, hardcore ballbusting. No games, no fuss.
This is me making good on my promise.
Just a few seconds more …
Come on, don’t stop now, keep going …
Almost there …
Page 19
Fine, fine. I won’t completely neuter you yet; you can stand up. Remove the heavy objects.
Cup them; rub them; make sure they’re still there.
That was a LOT of flattening; they’re probably quite tender.
Page 20
You can look for your balls down there on the floor all you want, but I’ve got news for you.
They’re still attached to your body. And I want to keep playing with them.
Grab the sock weapon and get on your knees. I want it to look like you’re praying to me when you keel over in pain.
Keep your legs together, with your swollen gonads resting in front of your thighs.
You just cooked me two delicious testicle pancakes. Now, let’s make the scrambled eggs that go with.
20 swings at [3]
Page 21
Have I mentioned that I LOVE that we’re friends? We really are best friends.
And I am so glad. Because that means I can be my most brutal, unhinged self.
10 swings at [4]
You just take it. You take every last excruciatingly painful drop of abuse I want to dish out.
No fuss. No complaints. In fact, you even came crawling back for more.
10 swings at [4]
You came here, to the Whimper Inn, and asked for me. Knowing what I’d do to you.
That’s why we are the perfect pair to make your pair feel not-so-perfect.
10 swings at [4]
Page 22
You can whimper or cry. Scream, if you have to. It’s ok.
You give me the freedom to not hold back; you have the freedom to not hold back either.
But you do have to keep going.
10 swings at [4]
It’s ok, really. With me, you never have to pretend you’re not hurting.
You don’t have to be Mr. Iron Balls with me. You just have to keep taking it, no matter how badly it hurts.
10 swings at [4]
Because your only role at this resort is to have your balls demolished.
And we are such great friends because you embrace your role so thoroughly.
10 swings at [4]
Page 23
Aww, sweetie, is it getting painful? Are your delicate little man-parts getting tender?
Good. That will make this next part SO much better.
5 swings at [5]
You know me, bestie. It’s only getting worse from here.
Neither of us would want it any other way.
5 swings at [5]
God, you look just SO cute when squirm in pain for me.
Again.
5 swings at [5]
Page 24
My order of scrambled eggs is starting to cook nicely.
Let’s continue the scrambling process.
5 swings at [5]
Don’t worry. Once your eggs are thoroughly scrambled, we’ll move on to making potatoes.
Mashed potatoes.
5 swings at [5]
No sausage, though. Not tonight. Tonight is just about putting you in horrific pain. Worse than you ever thought possible.
Nothing else.
5 swings at [5]
Page 25
I’m told that a really, REALLY hard kick to the testicles makes you feel like your crotch exploded.
I want this next hit to feel like thousands pounds of TNT going off in your scrotum. Swing as hard as you possibly can!
1 swing at [6]
God, I love watching you keel over in pain. It’s like you’re physically compelled to bow down to me.
Get back in position so I can see it again. If that last hit was an explosion with a ton of TNT, I want this to feel like an atomic bomb.
1 swing at [6]
Page 26
Oh yes, that’s the stuff. That’s what I love to see: you, helpless and overwhelmed.
You make the cutest faces when you’re whacked in the testicles.
Of course, that means I want to see it again, so get back up. Back on your knees.
I want a cosmic explosion. Burst your big red balls of fire into one black hole of agony at the center of your existence.
Knock your nuts into orbit and make yourself see stars. This only counts if it leaves you in the fetal position.
1 swing at [6]
Page 27
Look at you … did all those punishing blows cause you to reboot? Back to factory settings? You’re going to curl up and cry like a baby?
That’s just too bad. Because I’m not done playing with you. Not by a long shot.
20 swings at [3]
I promised you “horrific.” I promised you “barbaric.” And I promised you “unrelenting.”
I promised you the most painful and unhinged testicular assault you ever experienced.
I wouldn’t be a very good friend if I broke my promise, would I?
20 swings at [3]
A few little love taps was never going to be enough. Not with me.
20 swings at [3]
Page 28
Don’t give me that face. I know you love it. You love that I’m sadistic and cruel.
It’s why you came to this resort. It’s why you came crawling back for more. And it’s why you’ll keep crawling back, no matter how badly I break you.
20 swings at [3]
You just can’t get enough of that delightful, agonizing feeling that comes from submitting to a beautiful woman.
Which is lucky. Because you’ll always get lots of that feeling with me.
20 swings at [3]
Making boys like you curl up and cry is by FAR my favorite hobby!
You boys just look so funny when you clutch between your legs after a big hit, desperately cradling them in your hands.
20 swings at [3]
Page 29
I think that last round of punishing blows thoroughly scrambled your eggs. And you know what that means.
It’s like I told you earlier. That means we can move on to turning them into mashed potatoes.
10 swings at [4]
You might think they’re hurting now, but trust me.
There won’t be anything but mush down there when I’m done with you.
10 swings at [4]
And that will make it SO much more endearing when you come crawling back again, begging me to hurt you even worse.
10 swings at [4]
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That’s it, moan for me. Let me hear how badly it hurts.
I want to savor the sound of your cries.
10 swings at [4]
Hearing a man break for me is just … chefs kiss
I hope you groan nice and loud. So that even the neighbors can enjoy it.
10 swings at [4]
Go on, sing me the song of your people. Give me your best broken boy ballad.
10 swings at [4]
Page 31
It’s like I told you before. I want to take the reputation of “deadliest ballbuster” away from Ali.
So, be a good friend and don’t just help me practice. Help me become legendary.
5 swings at [5]
Again. Right now. We don’t help my case by holding back.
5 swings at [5]
Again! I want aftereffects worth bragging about later.
5 swings at [5]
Page 32
You can tell everyone Reyna took very good care of you.
You might just need to say it while sitting carefully.
5 swings at [5]
Come on, give me something dramatic. I’m trying to build a legacy here.
5 swings at [5]
That face right there? That’s exactly why I love this job.
Let’s see that again. Right now.
5 swings at [5]
Page 33
Let’s finish with a game. A really, really nasty one. It’s called “thank you, may I have another?”
In a moment, I’m going to make you smack yourself brutally hard in the testicles.
Then, while you’re rolling around on the floor in agony, clutching pathetically between your legs, you’re going to thank me and ask for another one.
Over and over and over again, until you can’t take anymore.
If you do enough, I’ll tell Jessica to come by and pick you up. If you don’t, I’ll make you start the game over from the beginning.
This is going to be so fun!
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I know you’re battered. I know you’re sore. I know you feel like you can’t take anymore.
That’s exactly why you need to nut up and surrender to me. Don’t fight the pain; embrace it.
Raise the sock weapon high in the air and swing with all your might. Destroy yourself for me!
1 swing at [6]
This is why we make such a good team. I give terrible orders, and you keep following them.
Give me a status update, bestie. Knees weak? Stomach upset? Need to throw in the towel?
[thank you, may I have another?]
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Of course you can, bestie! With me, you can always have another.
Make this one even harder! It only counts if it leaves you in the fetal position.
1 swing at [6]
That reaction was adorable. Devastating for you, obviously, but adorable.
How are those plump plums feeling? Have we turned them into mashed potatoes yet?
[thank you, may I have another?]
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You’re welcome, and I am SO glad you asked! Absolutely, you can have another.
Pick yourself up off the floor and get back in position. Thrust your hips forward and present yourself for more destruction!
1 swing at [6]
Ohhh, there it is. That was the kind of sound Ali wishes she could get out of you.
She can keep the throne warm, but Queen Reyna is coming for the crown.
What do you say, friend-o? Have we castrated you already?
[thank you, may I have another?]
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You know it! Pick whatever’s left of your manhood up off the floor and get back in position. Now!
Give yourself to me.
1 swing at [6]
See? That’s the kind of reaction that turns ‘Ali’s throne’ into ‘Reyna’s warm-up chair.’
If she heard that noise, she’d start practicing.
“How are you feeling, bestie? Be honest. I need to know if we’re at ‘adorably wrecked’ or ‘Ali should start taking notes.’”
[thank you, may I have another?]
Page 38
Of course you can, sweetie. You should know me well enough by now to know that, with me, you can always hurt yourself again.
Pull yourself together. Back in position. Don’t think you can hold back just because you’re already hurting. Make this swing that hardest one yet!
1 swing at [6]
Aww, you poor little thing. How are those delicate little plums of yours feeling?
Tender? Betrayed? Proud to rest on my trophy case?
[thank you, may I have another?]
Page 39
God, am I glad we’re friends. Good, obedient little boys like you don’t come around very often. Lots of boys try to talk the talk, then go running home to their mommy at the first sign of trouble.
You’ve begged for more while you’re still writhing in agony on the floor. That’s special.
Let’s see you do it again.
1 swing at [6]
What’s the matter? Have we castrated you already? Do you need a break?
[thank you, may I have another?]
Page 26 – if fail
Aww, tapping out so soon? Could your poor little balls not take any more?
That’s just too bad. Because that wasn’t enough. Not even close.
Which means you get to try the game again! Better luck this time.
Page 40
Aww, tapping out so soon? Could your poor little balls not take any more?
Fine, fine. I’ll call Jessica. You took quite a bit of punishment at the end there.
I hope to see you again soon, friend! I’m nowhere near done playing with your testicles.