Chapter 27: Ali Resort 9
Page 1
Oh my god, hi! I’m so glad you came crawling back for more, even after everything I did to you.
I can fuck you up properly now that you’re officially my bitch.
Page 2
Grab the sock weapon and get on your knees. We’ll start off by giving you a good ball bashing.
20 swings at [3]
I know boot camp already gave you a chance to become intimately acquainted with feeling the sock weapon crash into your midsection, but a little practice never hurt anybody.
Well, except you. This practice might hurt you.
20 swings at [3]
The point is I want to make sure that your aim is on target when we get to the good stuff.
So, chop chop, bitch. Swing away. Because I say so.
20 swings at [3]
Page 3
I have a new grand finale idea that I’ve been dying to try out.
It’s … it’s not for the faint of heart. Now that you’re officially my bitch, though, I know you can take anything.
I won’t spoil the fun by telling you my idea just yet, but I think you’re going to really like it.
And trust me. It’ll be even more fun if you’re completely wrecked first.
10 swings at [4]
It’s not like you have any say in the matter. As my bitch, you just get to obey.
Here’s a little reminder of your place in the world; as if you could ever forget.
10 swings at [4]
I really don’t know how you have anything left down there. After everything I’ve done to you …
Oh well. Just as long as it’s still horrifically painful for you.
10 swings at [4]
Page 4
I know how much you love hurting your stupid little balls for me.
That’s why you keep crawling back, hoping I’ll make it even worse the next time.
10 swings at [4]
I know there’s something else you’re just as obsessed with.
Something other than that masculine ache that makes you freeze, mouth open, like a pathetic loser.
10 swings at [4]
Well, it’s two things really. Two soft, squishy round things you can’t take your eyes off of.
It’s my tits.
10 swings at [4]
Page 5
Normally, the price for seeing them is two punishing blows. Not tonight.
Tonight, getting a peak is going to cost you a LOT more than that.
And if you want an extended look … well. Let’s just say that you better be prepared to put your balls on the line.
Coming from me, you know that’s saying something.
5 swings at [5]
It’s only fair. I see the way you look at them; how you drool over them.
I watched you drain every last drop of cum while staring right at them, remember?
Two measly little love taps isn’t NEARLY enough.
5 swings at [5]
I know I won’t hear any complaints from you, my newest man bitch.
You know you’re lucky to see them at all.
5 swings at [5]
Page 6
The question, my masochistic, perverted little pain slut, is what price is enough?
Assuming, of course, I don’t want to ruin you forever just yet …
Let’s have you do a few more hard smacks to the testicles while I think it over.
5 swings at [5]
We’ve done so much already … so many punishing blows, so much flattening …
Just how much worse should I break those balls of yours before you get a peak?
5 swings at [5]
I already know how I’m going to finish you off. Like I told you earlier; I have something extra nasty in mind as a “parting gift” for you.
But I can’t quite decide how to tenderize you first.
5 swings at [5]
Page 7
Alright, bitch, I’ve got it.
I’m going to turn your precious plums into two useless lumps of agonizing man-meat. Once I’ve turned you into a sobbing wreck on the floor, you’re going to give me a pledge of obedience.
After you’ve done all that, then you can have a nice, long look at my chest while you sit on whatever’s left of your reproductive organs.
Don’t even try to pretend you’re not excited.
Come on, thrust your hips forward. Keep yourself neatly presented for me.
1 swing at [6]
Page 8
Oh wow … did that hit the spot?
After everything you’ve been through, I bet that felt super, duper special.
And you know what that means – that means you do it again.
Back in position, bitch. I want another punishing blow right the fuck now.
1 swing at [6]
Aww, you poor little thing. Did some nasty bitch come along and fuck you up?
That’s just too bad. Get back in position, you’re smacking yourself to the beat with the sock weapon before you’re anywhere near recovered.
[My balls belong to Ali]
Page 9 – 60 bpm
Let’s start you off at intensity [3]. Nothing crazy, but I bet it feels nice after those punishing blows.
Don’t worry. You’ll be doing a lot more punishing blows before the night is over.
I just know how much you boys struggle to hit yourselves that hard. I’ve learned to help you ease in to the complete annihilation of your testicles.
Every fiber of being will want to resist. Millions of years of evolution will scream at you to stop.
But you should know from experience by now that all you have to do is follow my commands to the letter and I’ll help you break down your defenses.
Page 10
Intensity [4]. I hope every smack makes you grunt in pain.
There’s a lot of things I love about ballbusting, obviously. I’m sure you’ve learned that by now.
But one of the most underappreciated positives is how it forces you men to get in touch with your emotions.
You men are ordinarily such stoic, unexpressive creatures.
That quickly changes after a hard kick in the balls.
Page 11
Boys like you seem to have no issue expressing themselves after a solid smack to the testicles.
Sometimes it makes you afraid, so you start begging for mercy. “Please, Goddess!” Or “Mercy Goddess!” You’d never beg like that if not for the ache between your legs.
Other times it makes you hurt so bad that you cry. What activity other than ballbusting can so regularly make a grown man cry?
I’d send you a bill for therapy, but not even a therapist could so reliably put you in touch with your emotioins.
Page 12
Intensity [5]. Every hit better make you gasp in pain, otherwise you’re not hitting hard enough!
Bash those balls, boy. As hard as I would hit you!
I don’t care how badly you’re hurting. I don’t care that you can’t take it. You know I want more!
Page 13
You’re not done until I say you’re done.
Come on, bitch. Don’t tell me your nuts are cracking already.
It’s just ballbusting. I know you’ve had your balls busted before; I’ve done it myself.
Page 14
Fine, fine, we can turn off that blasted metronome.
Don’t think that means you’re done, though. I want a couple more hits before you begin the pledge of obedience.
Let’s make them count!
1 swing at 6]
Page 15
Enjoying the floor, are we?
I would ask if you need mercy, but I think we both know you came to the wrong woman for that.
Back up! We’re going again.
1 swing at 6]
I’d say that did it! You finally look tender enough for a proper pledge of obedience – three minutes of flattening with three punishing blows.
Grab the rope and tie your nuts up nice and tight. Find a hard surface you can sit on and make sure the sock weapon’s nearby. Continue when you’re ready to sit on your testicles!
[My balls belong to Ali]
Page 16
That’s it; crush yourself under your entire weight. Give yourself to me.
All that pain, all that suffering. You know I’m worth it.
Let every last nerve ending screaming out in agony remind you of your place here.
You, and your balls, belong to me. You are my bitch.
Just because I let you empty those things doesn’t mean you get off lightly. If anything, it means we go harder.
Now that you’ve cum, the only thing left for you to do here is suffer.
Page 17
Well, my little bitch boy? You know what time it is.
It’s time to destroy your nuts.
1 swing at [6]
Don’t spend too long feeling sorry for yourself.
Your pledge continues with another minute of ball-flattening whether you’re ready or not!
[My balls belong to Ali]
Page 18
It just feels better and better, doesn’t it? Using your entire weight to crush whatever’s left between your legs?
I bet it does. This is your rightful place in the world, after all – writhing in pain like a good, obedient little bitch.
It feels natural. Correct. All those horrifying, overwhelming sensations are exactly what you, as a man, deserve.
You don’t have to pretend. I know it hurts. I know it’s excruciating. I know your whole being is getting rocked.
Just surrender to it. Surrender to the sensations. Embrace your weakness.
It’s not like you have any other choice.
Page 19
Up, bitch. It’s time for the next punishing blow.
Don’t hold anything back. Give yourself to me, wholly and completely.
1 swing at [6]
Aww, what’s the matter? Did that scramble your eggs a little too hard?
That’s too bad. I’m making mashed potatoes next, and I have no intention of being gentle.
It’s time for another minute of sitting on your testicles, no matter how badly they hurt.
[My balls belong to Ali]
Page 20
That’s it, flatten yourself with your entire weight. Arch your back so you really make it as bad as possible!
You’ve been a good little boy so far, taking all this abuse. So, I’m giving you a slight sneak peek.
If you haven’t noticed already, my bra is see-through.
I’ll take it off entirely in a minute, once you’ve finished the pledge.
I wouldn’t be too excited for that if I were you, though. I’m going to make things pretty unhinged while you have the privilege of looking at my tits.
It’s like I told you earlier: I know how much you love them. A little nut crunching fun is a fair price to pay for getting to see them.
Page 21
Deep breaths, soldier. It’s time to complete your pledge of obedience.
Show me just how obedient you really are: put everything you’ve got into this next bit.
Knock your nuts into outer space.
1 swing at [6]
Page 22
That was it! That was definitely it. You earned me taking this top off.
It’s like I told you earlier, though. This round, if you’re getting a good look at my tits, you need to be doing something excruciating.
Leave your nuts tied nice and tight and get ready to sit on yourself once again.
This time, you’ll go for as long as I let you ogle my chest.
Say the magic words when you’re ready to get started!
[My balls belong to Ali]
Page 23
Crush them under your entire weight! It should be excruciating!
I’d get as comfortable as I could, if I were you. You’re going to be here for a while.
Terrible, right? Taking a nice, long look at your favorite pair of titties while engaging in your favorite activity: hurting your nuts.
It’s okay; enjoy the view. You’ve certainly earned it.
Page 24
I see the way you look at them. I know how much you ogle and stare, and how desperate you are for a feel.
Imagine how nice they would feel while we were spooning in bed, your arm holding me tight while you played with my chest with your hand.
And when your cock inevitably hardens, sliding it between my thighs to poke my pussy, as if saying ‘hello.’
You’ll never know what that’s like, of course. As my bitch, you don’t get to touch. You only get to have your balls demolished.
But you can imagine it. I’ll give you that much.
Page 25
If you are a really, really good boy, I might let you bury your face between them while I flatten the life out of your testicles.
Imagine that … screaming into my soft, feminine flesh while I grind your manhood to mush with my bare fingers …
Trust me. As a man, you haven’t truly lived until you’ve given a cruel, nasty bitch complete control over your family jewels.
No matter how big and strong you might think you are, that forces you to confront your masculine inferiority in a very profound and immediate way.
Page 26
Keep going. Keep staring. I want to make sure that, deep down in your soul, you associate boobs with pain.
Think of this as aversion training. When you see a beautiful woman topless, I want you to remember how badly I hurt you today.
Naked women are the ultimate reminder of your inferiority.
Our bodies are smooth and perfect. We don’t have any fragile orbs dangling between our legs.
Page 27
Tired of the crushing already? Fine, fine, you can get up.
Don’t untie yourself, though. Grab the sock weapon and stand tall, with your legs together, scrotum resting in front of your thighs.
Notice how you still have a perfect view of my chest?
Yeah, that’s going to cost you. Dearly.
1 swing at [6]
Page 28
Coughing up your nuts so soon? After one measly little love tap?
That’s too bad. I haven’t moved, which means you need to keep going.
Back in position, bitch. It’s time to keep annihilating yourself for me.
If this doesn’t feel like a volcanic eruption in your midsection, you have to go again!
1 swing at [6]
Page 29
Oh wow … is my pathetic little bitch being even more of a pathetic little bitch than usual?
All those hard hits to the testicles … so little break in between …
What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Nasty woman got your balls?
There’s just one problem: you’re still drooling over my chest.
Get back up. On your feet. I’m not done with you yet.
1 swing at [6]
That looked special! Did it feel special? I hope it did.
Remember how I told you to leave yourself tied up? That’s because I want you to back to flattening yourself.
That’s right – right now. Before you’re even close to recovered.
[My balls belong to Ali]
Page 30
There you go; flatten yourself again for me. Nice and excruciating.
I hope this feels as natural for you as it feels for me.
Because from my perspective, it just feels right. Making pathetic men like you writhe in pain feels like the most natural thing in the world.
You have those vulnerable little orbs dangling between your legs, all exposed and vulnerable practically begging to be abused.
Not to mention all those fragile nerve endings down there … I imagine they’re making their presence known right about now.
Page 31
When I first met you, you were just a fresh pair of testicles, begging to be busted.
You’ve been through a lot since then. So many punishing blows … so many ballbusting games … so much time spent writhing on the floor in agony …
Don’t think for one second that means you can take any hits off. I still expect complete obedience.
No matter how badly you’re hurting, you will follow my instructions. To. The. Letter.
If I tell you it’s Easter, you start hiding eggs. If I tell you to hit yourself in the testicles so hard it makes you curl up in the fetal position, I expect you to choke out a “thank you” while you’re crying on the floor.
Your balls belong to me, bitch. I can do anything and everything I want with them.
Page 32
Ok, ok, you can get up and untie yourself. I’ll give you a break and let you enjoy a nice, long look at my ass now.
Cup them, cradle them, make sure they’re still there. That was a lot.
Deep breaths, my suffering little ball bitch. It was just ballbusting. Don’t act like you’ve never had your balls busted before.
Page 33
I hope we haven’t neutered you already, because I’m not done laughing yet.
Grab the baton and lie down on your back. I want your legs together, scrotum resting on top of your thighs. You’re going to beat yourself to the beat.
Say the magic words to get started!
[My balls belong to Ali]
Page 34 – 60 bpm
We’ll start you off at intensity [3]. Nothing those big balls of yours can’t handle.
Remember that new grand finale idea I told you about earlier? It’s getting closer.
I suspect this idea might be a touch too intense for general audiences, but you … you are now officially my bitch. You have to do whatever I tell you.
I can’t WAIT to see what kind of faces you make.
Page 35 – 120 bpm
At the end, when you’re crying over your broken eggs, holding whatever’s left of them in your hands … I don’t want to hear any complaints.
You saw every last thing I did to your pathetic little testicles before making you my bitch, and then you came crawling back for more, broken balls and all.
You knew exactly what kind of nasty, brutal bitch I am, and you served your manhood to me on a silver platter.
When you’re convulsing on the floor, wondering if you’ll ever be able to have kids … the only words I want to hear out of you are “thank you.”
Page 36 – 60 bpm
You know the drill. The beat slows down, the intensity goes up. Intensity [4].
I don’t think I’ll be hearing any complaints from you. I’d worry about most men, but not you.
You’ve shown me you can take anything. After everything I did to you … you came back asking for more.
That shows me just how much of a perverted, masochistic ballbusting freak you are.
Page 37 – 120 bpm, X, X, Y
Let’s switch things up. Follow this pattern: [3], [3], [4]
I’d savor this view of my ass, if I were you.
You remember what happens tonight when you ogle my tits, right?
It’s not quite time for the grande finale, but I’ll make sure you pay the price all the same.
I know how much you love drooling over them; taking a little ball pain in return is only fair.
Page 38 – same beat
Let’s make things a little worse. Here’s your new pattern: [4], [4], [5]
That’s it, just stare at my ass and annihilate yourself for me.
Think about grabbing two big fistfuls of it while we make out passionately, my body pressed up into yours.
Think about what it looks like when I bend over, ready to every last inch of your throbbing cock in doggy style.
Think about whatever you want, just keep destroying yourself to the beat.
Page 39
It’s titty time – you know what that means! Here’s your new pattern: [4], [4], [5]
That’s right. You get to see my nipples; I get to make it extra special for you.
Don’t even try to lie to me. You know they’re worth it.
You love ballbusting; you love me. This is the best of both worlds!
Page 40
Keep staring at these nipples while you wreck what's left of your balls for me.
I love how the hard hits make your eyes go wide and your whole body jerk, but you still can't stop looking at me like a starving dog looks at a piece of meat.
That’s it, solder. Keep swinging. I want your neighbors to hear the baton crack against your nutsack.
Don’t stop now, boy – it’s just getting good.
Page 41 – 60 bpm
Intensity [5]. Let’s slow things down, bitch boy. Make every hit nice and deliberate.
This is the part I love most. When you're already broken, already shaking, and I make you do the hardest hits of the night.
You know you can't take it. Your body knows it too. Every nerve ending down there is screaming at you to stop.
But you can’t stop. Because you're my bitch, and I told you to keep going.
Page 42 – 60 bpm
That's it. That's the sound I wanted to hear. One wet, meaty thud after another.
Deep breaths. I know your stomach is roiling. I know you want to curl up and clutch yourself and cry.
You can do all that once I'm done with you.
For now? You swing.
Your balls belong to me. If I want it, you do it. It’s that simple.
And soon, that grand finale I promised you? It's going to make all of this feel like a warm-up.
Page 43
Let’s take a break from the metronome, but don’t think for one second you’re getting a break.
This is the opposite. This is the part where I destroy you so that the grand finale is even more fun.
1 smack at [6]
I have two tits, remember? I mean, how could you forget, you’re looking right at them.
That means I want two punishing blows. Chop, chop, my broken little bitch boy!
1 smack at [6]
Page 44 – 60 bpm
No, you don’t get any time to recover. Go back to intensity [3].
I should warn you … you’re getting pretty close to the grande finale.
And this … this will be a little intense. Even for a perverted freak like you.
What I have in mind would turn even the strongest man into a crying little boy.
Page 45 – 60 bpm
Intensity [4], bitch boy. Scramble those eggs for me.
I can’t decide what to call this grande finale, to be honest. The bean buster? Toe Curler? Jell-o maker?
A funny one I’ve always liked is Nut-O-Matic Obliteration … something about the idea of a machine that humbles men like you just makes me giggle uncontrollably.
I mean, just think about it! Testicles go in; humbled and obedient men come out.
Imagine the sounds you guys would make! I love everything about it.
Page 46
That grande finale is getting closer, boy! Intensity [5].
I know all these hard hits are probably overwhelming, but I wouldn’t be in any hurry to move on, if I were you.
Now that you’re so close, I’ll go ahead and tell you what’s in store. There’s not much point in hiding it any longer.
It’s going to be six punishing blows in two minutes. It’ll be just the best!
No breaks, no mercy. Just pure, unadulterated testicle torture. Just the way you like.
I’ve made up my mind. I’m calling it the Jell-O Maker. Get ready to do the inaugural one when this timer ends!
Page 47
Look at my tits while you destroy yourself. That's your reward, bitch boy. They’re going to carry you through this.
This swing needs to be full force. The kind of swing that makes your toes curl and your eyes water. The kind that makes you forget your own name for a second.
1 swing at [6]
Page 48
The timer doesn’t stop for your little feelings.
Get back in position. I want to see your face when the next one lands.
1 swing at [6]
Page 49
Still staring at my chest, are you? Good boy. Keep looking.
I want you to remember my chest as the last thing you saw before your world went white with pain.
1 swing at [6]
Page 50
Oh, that sounded good. That sounded really good. Don't you dare stop, bitch. The timer's still running and I've got more for you.
Back in position; present yourself to me.
1 swing at [6]
Page 51
I already told you, didn't I? No breaks. No mercy.
Stop thinking with your pathetic little man-brain and take what you signed up for.
1 swing at [6]
Page 48 – note out of order
One more. That's it. One more to go and you’ll actually make it through the whole Jell-O Maker.
I can hear you gasping down there, all those little hiccuping breaths you make when you're trying not to sob. Don't bother holding back. Nobody's watching but me, and I've seen plenty of men break long before.
Make this one the most special one yet.
1 smack at [6]
Page 45 – ending
Wow … that was … that was epic. I’ll file that idea as “too intense for general audiences.”
But I know how much of a perverted, ballbusting freak you are. I’d say it was just what the doctor ordered for you.
Well, maybe not the doctor. You might need to see one, after that.
Anyway, don’t spend too long enjoying yourself down there. Jessica will be by any moment to collect you.
I hope you come visit again soon!