Chapter 20: Ali Dungeon 1
Ali
Page 1
I’m going to give you one chance. Let me ask you nicely.
Would you tell me the code to the safe?
[No.]
That’s a shame. Looks like we’ll have to do this the hard way.
Grab the baton and the sock weapon. After this page, the rest of our time together will be timed. I want to make sure you’re prepared before we start.
Oh, and grab the rope, and find a nice, hard surface where you can sit on your testicles.
Only continue when you are on your knees, legs together, nutsack resting in front of your thighs. We’re starting with the baton, but make sure the sock weapon and the rope are close by. You’ll need them later, and I don’t want you dilly dallying when we get to the good stuff.
[Ready]
Page 2 – 60 bpm
Smack your balls to the beat. Intensity [3]. Nice and firm.
If you’re smart, you’ll tell me what I want to know right away. Don’t even bother trying to hold out.
It’s no use. I will break you. It’s not a matter of if, but when.
Page 3 – 80 bpm
The longer you keep your mouth shut, the worse things will get for you.
It doesn’t matter how much of a perverted, masochistic freak you think you are. I will turn your balls to mush.
I’ll leave nothing but a swollen, agonizing pile of mashed potatoes between your legs.
And then, just for fun, I’ll beat them some more. To make sure you really learn your lesson.
Page 4 – 100 bpm
You can cry. You can beg for mercy. But it won’t do you any good.
You WILL give me that code. The only question is how badly I have to beat you beforehand.
I know you know it. You know you know it. You might as well save yourself the trouble and tell me what I want to know now, before things get really bad.
Page 5 – 120 bpm
Fine, fine. Suit yourself. You want to do this the hard way? That’s fine by me.
Let’s see if you can keep acting big and strong after I’ve knocked your nuts into your throat.
Just know that if you keep trying to resist, you’ll be like humpty dumpty.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men won’t be able to put you back together again.
Page 6 – 60 bpm
The beat slows down; the hits get harder. Intensity [4].
Don’t worry, this is just the beginning. I will completely scramble your eggs if you don’t give me what I want.
However badly you’re hurting, I will make it so, so much worse. Worse than you ever could’ve imagined.
Page 7 – 80 bpm
You can make this stop any time you like. Whenever you’re ready, all I need is one teeny, tiny little code. One word, that’s all.
All that pain, all that suffering … it can be over whenever you want.
Just tell me what I want to know!
Page 8 – 100 bpm
We both know how this is going to end. I don’t see why you’re trying to delay the inevitable.
It must be exhausting trying to resist. Fighting every cell, every neuron in your pathetic little body … there’s no way you can keep this up for much longer.
Remember – you aren’t deciding whether or not you’ll break. You’re just deciding when.
Page 9 – 120 bpm
There’s only one way this ends. The only thing you control is how badly you suffer before it does.
It’s no use trying to deny it or hide it. We both know that you, as a man, are pathetic and weak.
Those fragile little testicles dangling between your legs are just too vulnerable.
If you want a break from the abuse to cradle them in your hands, all you have to do is tell me what I want to know.
Page 10 – 60 bpm
The beat slowed down. You know what that means! Intensity [5].
Every hit should make you gasp, doubled over in pain.
The fact that you’re still going is almost impressive. Almost. In a sad way.
Page 11 – 60 bpm
I love that you think you can outlast me. I told you that I am the most vicious and brutal ballbuster around here, didn’t I?
You should know that resistance is futile. I won’t stop when you’re broken. I will only stop once I’ve learned what I want to know.
But the fact that you’re trying is cute. I love the sound of your pathetic little whimpers.
Page 12 – 60 bpm
This is the point most men start breaking. All these hard hits to your tender nuggets … you must be in agony.
Don’t worry. If you survive this, I’ll make it even worse in a second.
You should know by now that I always make it worse.
Page 13
Fine, fine, we can take a break from the metronome. But you don’t get a break from the abuse.
No breaks for you in this dojo.
5 smacks at [5]
I’m sure you don’t even want a break. A big, strong man like you?
I bet you’re eager to prove you can take anything.
Well, this is your chance, nutso. Time to put your nuts where your mouth is.
5 smacks at [5]
And when you realize you can’t … when you realize I am superior to you in every way …
All you have to do is give me that code.
5 smacks at [5]
Page 14
Well, my little bitch boy, I told you it would get worse if you didn’t give in.
This is it getting worse.
1 smack at [6]
Page 15
Oh, did you think I was talking about one measly little love tap?
Of course I wasn’t. Pick yourself up and get back in position. NOW!
1 smack at [6]
Page 16
Ordinarily, at this point, a nicer woman would give you a few seconds to roll around on the floor like a worm, enjoying all those delicious feelings racing through your veins.
Unfortunately for you, I am a total bitch. Grab the sock weapon and get back on your knees.
20 swings at [3]
You can stare at my tits, but don’t you dare skip out on any blows. That’s strictly forbidden in my dojo.
20 swings at [3]
Page 17
Remember, if it ever gets to be too much for you, all you have to do is tell me what I want to know.
Then, you can spend as long as you like feeling sorry for yourself on the floor.
20 swings at [3]
Until then, though, things are only going to get worse for you.
20 swings at [3]
Page 18
We both know if it was my long, powerful legs smacking into your midsection, I’d turn you into a eunuch in no time.
10 swings at [4]
You don’t get mercy. You don’t get relief.
As long as you’re holding back the code, you just get to keep demolishing your balls.
10 swings at [4]
Page 19
What’s the matter? Is the poor little bitch boy aching and sore?
Good. That’ll make it much worse when things get even harder in a second.
10 swings at [4]
Are your eyes watering? Are those tears I see?
I hope so. I hope you’re crying over the broken remains of your manhood.
10 swings at [4]
Page 20
If you’re thinking about quitting, you might want to do it now. It’s about to get really nasty.
5 swings at [5]
That horrible, agonizing sensation … it’s about to get completely overwhelming.
5 swings at [5]
If you don’t tap out now … it’s your funeral.
5 swings at [5]
Page 21
Last chance, my little wannabe bitch boy. Last chance to save whatever’s left of your precious family jewels.
5 swings at [5]
After this page, we’re doing punishing blows. A lot of them.
5 swings at [5]
How many, you might wonder?
Don’t worry. It’ll be more than you can handle.
5 swings at [5]
Page 22
This is my favorite part. The part where we put you in a crumpled heap on the floor.
The part where you start to appreciate just how helpless and vulnerable you really are.
Remember, if the neighbors can’t hear the smack, you have to go again!
1 swing at [6]
Page 23
Back up, bitch boy. We’re going again. While the pain from that last one is still fresh.
I already told you that you don’t get any breaks around these parts.
1 swing at [6]
Page 24
You didn’t seriously think two measly little love taps would be all it took, did you?
I promised you a LOT of punishing blows. So, get to it. Back in position, NOW!
1 swing at [6]
Page 25
What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Has some nasty bitch come along and fucked you up properly?
That’s too bad. I want another. Right now. So pull yourself off the floor and swing as hard as you possibly can!
1 swing at [6]
Page 26
You look like you’re hurting pretty badly … let’s do one more, just for good measure.
Then, I’ll let you switch back to the sock weapon. I’m not done making you sing soprano yet. Not by a long shot.
1 swing at [6]
Page 27
Oh wow … five punishing blows, back-to-back like that … ready to give me that code now?
No? You still want to take more? I hope you weren’t planning on having kids any time soon.
Page 28
Stop feeling sorry for yourself and lie on your back. Legs together, let whatever’s left of your scrotum rest on top of your thighs.
Grab the baton. I’m nowhere near done making you squirm.
20 smacks at [3]
If you’re feeling like a big, strong man for surviving all those punishing blows, there’s something you should know.
I’m not even halfway done with you yet. Your nuts don’t stand a chance.
20 smacks at [3]
Page 29
You might as well tell me what I want to know no, while the damage isn’t too … permanent.
If you don’t, things are only going to get more violent.
10 smacks at [4]
Very, very few men survive a session with me in the dungeon without tapping out.
I highly doubt you’ll make it.
10 smacks at [4]
Page 30
Even if you like the pain, I’m going to dish out so, SO much more than you could possibly handle.
If you try to keep going, the only thing that will happen is I’ll have fun breaking you.
10 smacks at [4]
You should know me well enough by now to know that I won’t show you mercy.
I’ll just laugh as you writhe in agony.
10 smacks at [4]
Page 31
Besides, I pride myself on being most brutal ballbuster here.
How could I maintain that reputation if I don’t even break one lousy, pathetic man like you?
5 smacks at [5]
I’m going to leave welts on your ballsack.
5 smacks at [5]
Forget red, or even black and blue. I won’t stop until it’s completely purple.
5 smacks at [5]
Page 32
Do me a favor. Scream extra loud on this next one.
I want everyone in a 2 mile radius to know how badly it hurts.
1 smack at [6]
Page 33
Aww, what’s the matter? Are you looking for your balls on the floor?
Pull yourself together, soldier. I’ve got something that’ll make them feel real nice.
5 smacks at [5]
Doesn’t that just feel so good? All those tender, overworked nerve endings screaming bloody murder at once.
Let’s remind them who’s in charge around here.
5 smacks at [5]
Remember, all you have to do to make this stop is tell me that code!
5 smacks at [5]
Page 34
We have a special little tradition around these parts for determined little boys like you.
We call it the scrotum squasher. After a few more hard blows the testicles, you might just be sore enough to really enjoy it.
1 smack at [6]
Page 35
You might be feeling like a real tough guy, surviving all this abuse.
Trust me. The scrotum squasher will break you for sure. You really want to give up now.
5 smacks at [5]
I’m going to put you through a proper grande finale, and if you’re stupid enough to think you can keep going … then I’ll castrate you properly.
5 smacks at [5]
And remember. You have to redo any hits that aren’t hard enough! No wimping out.
5 smacks at [5]
Page 36
Deep breaths, Mr. tough guy. It isn’t going to be ok. Not for you.
It isn’t going to be ok at all.
1 smack at [6]
Page 37
Still going? Really? Let’s see if this changes your tune.
Remember to swing as hard as you possibly can. Knock your nuts into the next dimension!
1 smack at [6]
Page 38
Is there anything left down there? Or have we neutered you already?
Either way, you haven’t told me what I want to know yet, so you are not done!
5 smacks at [5]
You will give me that code. Even if I have to pop your pathetic little testicles one at a time.
5 smacks at [5]
Resistance is futile. The only thing you can do is prolong your suffering.
5 smacks at [5]
Page 39
Even if you like it. Even if you want to hurt for me. It’s no use.
I’m going to blow so far past your limits that you have no choice but to give me what I want.
5 smacks at [5]
It’s only a matter of time. You, and your balls, will break.
And the only thing you can do to stop it is to give me that code.
5 smacks at [5]
Page 40
Smile, sweetheart. This is the fun part.
The part where I finally break you.
1 smack at [6]
I want another punishing blow. Right now.
Before you are even one tiny fraction recovered from that last one.
1 smack at [6]
Page 41
Regretting your life choices yet? Ready to give me that code?
Until you do, the abuse continues. You’re going again.
1 smack at [6]
Is something wrong? Do your poor little man parts hurt?
If you want a break, it’s only going to cost you one measly little password. But, until you give it to me … no rest for you.
1 smack at [6]
Page 42
Damn, boy. Four punishing blows in a minute is enough to crack most men.
Don’t you worry, though. This next part will break you for sure. Just grab the rope and tie whatever’s left of your scrotum up tight.
Make sure the rope is nice and secure. I don’t want either testicle having any room to roam in there.
And go to your hard surface. When this timer’s up, you’re sitting on your manhood. But make sure you keep the baton close by!
Page 43
Flatten them! Under your entire weight! The scrotum squasher starts now.
I know that you’re probably a little … preoccupied … with those sensations in your midsection.
After all those punishing blows, a good crushing section probably feels extra nice.
But if there are any conscious thoughts running through that perverted little mind of yours, you’re probably wondering whether you should tap out now.
To help you make that decision, let me tell you what’s about to happen if you keep going.
Page 44
You’re going to spend 15 minutes flattening those tender lumps between your legs under your entire body weight.
That’s right. 15 minutes. 900 seconds. It’s going to be excruciating.
Don’t worry. I’ll give you five breaks. Every two and a half minutes, you’ll get to stand up for 30 seconds.
And in those 30 seconds, you’ll owe me two punishing blows. That’s what each break will cost you.
You can be proud of making it this far. Few men do. But you can tap out now, because there’s no chance you survive this scrotum squasher.
Page 45
If, by some miracle, you survive the whole 15 minutes … I have a fun little cherry on top for you.
You seemed to really enjoy doing five punishing blows back-to-back earlier.
So, you’ll get to do that again. But even faster.
You can give me that code any time you like. Or things will get even more horrifically painful than you ever thought possible.
Speaking of which … make sure the baton is close by. Your first “break” starts when this timer ends!
Page 46
Grab the baton and raise it high above your head.
Swing with all your might and knock your nutsack clean off your body!
1 smack at [6]
Buckle up, bitch boy. I want another. Right now.
If you’re not up for it, you could always give me that teeny little code and put a stop to this!
1 smack at [6]
Page 47
Back to flattening! I bet it feels even better after those nice, hard hits to the midsection.
Do me a favor. Look me in the eyes for this next section. I want to watch your soul leave your body.
I want to drink in your suffering. I want to savor every last drop of hurt you experience.
It will help you fully appreciate the true extent of your inferiority.
You, as a man, are weak and pathetic. And the only thing you can do to change that is to get castrated.
Page 48
Think about how much simpler life would be for you without those things dangling between your legs, all exposed and vulnerable.
Nasty women like me couldn’t come along and abuse you so easily.
If you want to get rid of them, all you have to do is keep that code to yourself. Because, if you don’t give it to me, I will neuter you.
All the crushing, all the hard hits to your must delicate organs … the only chance you have is to tell me what I want to know.
Otherwise, things are only going to keep getting worse for you.
Page 49
It must be frustrating knowing that you can never, ever get me back for what I’m doing to you.
I don’t have balls. No matter how mean I am or how mad you get, what you’re feeling now is a uniquely masculine sensation.
I will never feel what you’re feeling now. I can’t.
I might own several pairs of male testicles, but thankfully, none are attached to my body.
Speaking of which, it’s almost time for another “break.” Grab the baton and get ready!
Page 50
If you tap out now, you can get out of this punishing blow.
But if you don’t give me the code by the time the timer hits zero, you owe me a nasty, brutal blow to the testicles!
1 smack at [6]
You know the drill, boy. The cost of each break isn’t one punishing blow; it’s two!
1 smack at [6]
Page 51
Back to flattening! It doesn’t matter how badly you’re hurting, crush them under your entire weight!
Regretting your life choices right about now? Good. You should be.
That’s a sign you should tell me what I want to know. If you’re doing things right, every fiber of your being should be begging you to give up.
All those nerve endings screaming bloody murder … one little code is all it takes to get every last one of them a break.
And if you haven’t realized already, it only gets worse the longer you try to fight through.
Page 52
You’ve already done well. Very, very few men have the balls to make it this far.
But you might as well give up now, because you are NOT making it to the end. Not with both of them intact, anyway.
It doesn’t matter how much of a perverted, ballbusting-obsessed freak you think you are. You’re no match for me.
But if you want to try … I’ll enjoy making you squeal.
You’ve already made the funniest faces for me. I can’t wait to hear the sounds you make next.
Page 53
I’ll make you sing soprano. I’ll make you scream like a pig being slaughtered. I’ll make it feel like your balls have been branded by a cattle prod.
And then I’ll keep going. Because you WILL give me that code. No matter how badly I have to hurt you.
You’ve made it pretty far; I’ll give you that. But you won’t make it to the end.
Your only chance of surviving is to tell me what I want to know!
Oh, and what do you know? There’s another “break” starting when this timer ends!
Page 54 – break 3
You can end this whenever you want. But until you do … the beatings continue!
1 smack at [6]
You’re choosing to stay here. You’re choosing to take this.
All you have to do for this to end right now is tell me the code!
1 smack at [6]
Page 55
I hope you enjoyed the break, because it’s back to flattening. Right now!
At this point, you’re not deciding whether or not this breaks you. You’re just deciding when you stop pretending it hasn’t.
You don’t recover from this. You don’t survive. You just enjoy failing.
Every second you keep going, the devastation just gets worse and worse.
This is what it feels like to be way, WAY past your limit.
Page 56
Ready to give me that code yet? Or do you want to see if we can pop your balls for real?
Because the longer you pretend you can keep going, the closer we get to wrecking you. Permanently.
That wouldn’t bother me, of course. Ruining yet another pair of testicles would only add to my reputation around these parts.
And I would really enjoy watching you realize that you’re permanently ruined.
But you boys seem so fond of those things. I figure you probably want to protect them, at least a little.
Page 57
No? You don’t have a code for me? You want to keep your mouth shut?
Oh well. I can start planning the funeral. You know, for your manhood.
Because there’s not going to be anything left of it, unless you want to tell me what I want to know real soon.
You’ll just be a smooth Ken-doll down there. Don’t worry. All the girls here will have a great time laughing at you.
Since you insist on not telling me what I want to know, break #4 is coming right up!
Page 58
Raise the baton high in the air and swing down as hard as you possibly can!
You don’t get to take it easy on yourself just because you’re in agony. If anything, that means you swing harder!
1 smack at [6]
Again, bitch boy. Again! Obliterate yourself for me!
1 smack at [6]
Page 59
Back to flattening! Doesn’t it just feel better and better each time?
It’s like I told you earlier. I am the nastiest, most brutal bitch at a resort filled with nasty, brutal bitches.
And I just LOVE busting balls. I love punching them, kneeing them, squeezing them, kicking them, you name it.
I love everything about hurting men. And here you are, delivered to me so nicely on a silver platter.
I’m happy to wring every last ounce of life out of those pathetic little orbs you have.
Page 60
You’re just lucky that I’m giving you a chance to end it. One little code, that’s all it takes.
You know the code. I know you know the code. All you have to do is tell it to me.
One measly little word and all this horrific abuse ends immediately. It could end right now, if you like.
But if you don’t tell me what I want to know … the torture continues.
No matter how much of a perverted, ballbusting obsessed freak you are, I know we blew way past your limits long ago.
Page 61
Fine, have it your way. Don’t tell me what I want to know.
That funeral I’m going to throw for your manhood? It’s going to be closed casket, at this rate.
I can’t imagine how badly they must be hurting; it’s a miracle they’re even still attached to your body.
Don’t think that means I’ll take it easy on you, of course. You should know by now that things only ever get worse with me.
Speaking of … it’s almost time for your final “break.” Grab the baton and get ready for some more punishing blows!
Page 62
Breathe, bitch boy, breathe. This is going to be bad.
1 smack at [6]
Do they hurt? Are they tender?
That’s just too bad. Unless you’re about to give me that code, you owe me another. Right now.
1 smack at [6]
Pages 63
Back to flattening!
I’ve got to hand it to you, boy. You’ve made it pretty far. Precious few men can last this long.
In fact, you’ve almost survived the scrotum squasher. 15 minutes of crushing, 10 punishing blows … nearly done.
But you should probably tap out now. The grand finale I’ve got in store for you is … well, it’s something else.
I’ve already humbled you. I know it, you know it, we both know it. But this … this will change you. Deep down in your soul.
Page 64
I mean, look at you. There’s already barely anything left. You’re barely even a man.
You started off weak and pathetic, and you’ve only become moreso the longer you’ve tried to hold out.
If you haven’t broken yet, you’re about to.
You’ll give me that code if you know what’s good for you.
And if you don’t, I’ll get started with those funeral preparations. Do you think you’ve made enough friends at this resort to get a big turnout?
Page 65
I know you’re hurting. You don’t have to hide it. It’s no use.
I know your stomach’s churning. Your toes are curling. Eyes are watering.
There’s nothing you can do to help it. As a male, weakness is hardwired into your DNA.
I’ve never experienced it myself, obviously. But I’m told that what you’re doing right now is excruciating.
I hope it’s the most horrifically painful thing you’ve ever experienced in your life.
Pages 66
Wow … you survived the whole scrotum squasher. You can stop sitting on them now.
Unfortunately for you, that just means it’s time for the grand finale.
The delicious cherry on top of all the abuse you’ve already taken. Grab the baton for one last time.
1 smack at [6]
I already told you what was coming, didn’t I?
Five punishing blows, zero breaks. You should probably tell me what I want to know right about now. It’s your last chance.
1 smack at [6]
Page 67
I don’t feel bad about liquefying your nuts. Not in the slightest.
You’ve had plenty of chances to save yourself. It’s not my fault you haven’t.
1 smack at [6]
You have no one to blame but yourself for this. Remember that when you’re whimpering on the ground in a pathetic mess.
1 smack at [6]
Last one, butternuts. Make it the hardest one yet.
It’s what I would do if I were there with you.
1 smack at [6]
Page 68
Aaand time! You made it!
Wow … just wow. I genuinely can’t believe you survived all that without tapping out.
Is there even anything left down there? That … that was pretty brutal.
Page 69
Spend a minute curled up in the fetal position, if you like. You certainly earned it, bitch.
I’ll be at the Lipstick Lounge tomorrow. Now that I know you really can take anything, I’d love to gamble with your testicles.
Jessica will be by any second now to pick up whatever’s left of you. I hope to see you again soon!