Chapter 29: Ali Pool 3
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Welcome back to Sadistic Springs, my budding bitch-to-be.
It’s time for day 2 of bitch boot camp.
Remind me, who owns your balls?
[My balls belong to Ali]
Damn straight. And don’t you forget it.
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Since you’re officially a cadet at my bitch boot camp, it’s only right that I let you practice an operation.
Grab your heavy objects and continue when you’re ready to flatten your testicles at my command.
This is Operation Sit Down and Listen. If you’re kneeling, you might want to put a towel down.
[My balls belong to Ali]
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Let’s start you out at intensity [2]. Nice and gentle.
Just bad enough to make sure you can control the intensity at which your manhood gets flattened. You’re going to be here for a while.
You did plenty testicle bashing yesterday, I think. And you’ll do plenty more later today.
But right now, we’re going to spend a nice, long time pulping your precious plums.
Page 4
Intensity [3]. You know I can’t let you have it too easy for too long. There’s no fun in that.
While you’re … savoring … those sensations, I supposed this is as good a time as any to remind you about some things that you already know.
Since you’re trying to officially become my bitch, they’re worth repeating.
You are a man, after all. You men have such terrible memories.
Page 5
We’ll start with an easy one. You, as a man, are weak and inferior.
There’s no shame in being beneath me. It’s only natural. The only shameful thing would be to try to deny it.
After everything I’ve put you through, I’m sure you know well enough by now just how delicate and fragile you really are.
That horrific, agonizing pain spreading all throughout your body should serve as a constant reminder of that fact.
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It’s time to turn things up a notch. Intensity [4].
You can try to fight it if you want to, but it won’t be any use. I am going to destroy you.
It will be more painful than you can take. Without question.
Your only realistic option is to embrace it. Embrace the pain and give yourself, wholly and completely, to me.
Let out all your moans and pained cries. Suffer for me.
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Where was I … oh, that’s right. I was being captain obvious.
The second thing you need to remember as my bitch is that I own your balls.
They don’t belong to you; they’re mine. I can do anything I want to them, and your only option is to obey.
If you’re doubled over, gasping for air, hands desperately clutching between your legs, and I tell you to go again, you better get up and present yourself.
Because your balls belong to me. They’re my playthings, and I can play as rough as I want.
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There’s no point pretending you don’t love it. You fit in perfectly at a resort designed for the most perverted and masochistic ballbusting lovers.
You came crawling back to me, time and time again, no matter how badly I bashed in your balls.
You clearly love the pain. You love putting your fate in the hands of beautiful women. And you especially love it when those women choose to make you hurt very, very badly.
You’re addicted to that ache. You crave it. Deep down in your soul, you NEED to suffer.
So, suffer for me.
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Intensity [5]. That’s right. I said it.
No more Mrs. Nice Ali. It’s time to destroy your nuts. Exactly what we both wanted.
I want you in debilitating, agonizing pain. I want it to be horrible. Way, way worse than you can handle.
I want to make you cry actual tears. I want to see streams of tears running down your cheeks as I sob over your broken balls.
Page 10
Keep going. Intensity [5]. No breaks.
I told you it would be bad. Did you really think I was going to let you off easy? Me, of all people?
No. I never let you off easy. I just annihilate you.
I leave nothing but mush between your legs.
Page 11
Fine, fine. You can go to intensity [3]. This is the closest thing to a break I’m giving you for a while; enjoy it.
Enjoy this view, too.
You can think about how badly it hurts, or you can think about how lucky you are that I’m the one hurting you. Your choice.
Being my bitch means you never get mercy. But you are free to look as much as you want along the way.
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That brings me to my third point, butternuts. Your only purpose is to have your balls demolished.
It doesn’t matter how badly you’re hurting or swollen they’ve become.
If I tell you to hit yourself in the testicles, the only question you can have is how hard. My wish is your command.
In other words, if I tell you it’s Easter … starting painting eggs.
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Intensity [4] again. Let’s resume flattening you properly.
If those basic rules weren’t enough, there’s also the matter of my reputation.
It’s like I told you before. I pride myself on being known as the most brutal ballbuster at a resort filled to the brim with brutal ballbusters.
I can’t exactly expect that reputation to stick if I let men like you off easily.
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To protect my reputation, I am going to make sure to leave you completely and thoroughly wrecked every time you give me a visit.
And once you officially become my bitch, that’ll be even more important. I can’t have you walking normally straight out of bitch boot camp, can I?
When you’re doubled over and limping because of the pain between your legs … that’s a surefire sign to all the women here I did my job.
Every moan, every desperate cry, it all serves to reinforce the fact you already know: I’m as nasty as they come.
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Not that you need much convincing, I’m sure.
Forget about all that horrible, soul-crushing abuse I still have in store for you … I’m sure you’ve already experienced more than enough to make sure you sure.
Sure that I’m the nastiest, most brutal, barbaric and unhinged ballbuster here.
And you’re on your way to become my personal bitch. A hard-earned title.
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Go back up to intensity [5]. Right now. Crush them for me.
It’s ok. You can yell. You can scream. Get it out all out of your system.
Just keep going. Keep destroying yourself for me. Keep hurting for me.
Page 17
You, as a man, are weak and inferior.
I own your balls. They might be physically attached to your body, but they are mine to destroy.
Your only purpose here is to let me demolish them.
Page 18
Fine, fine. You can stop the flattening. I’ll call Operation Sit down and Listen a success.
Deep breaths, check that they’re still there, and keep eyes glued on me. I promise I’m more pleasant than whatever alarm bells are going off below your waist.
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You’ve played a lot of ballbusting games at this boot camp, and you’ll play a lot more before you’re officially my bitch.
But as my bitch, the most important thing you’ll do is just completely obliterating your balls, over and over again, however and whenever I tell you.
Grab the sock weapon and get on your knees. I want your legs together, scrotum resting in front of your thighs, weak hand holding your cock out of the way.
It’s time for some good old fashioned testicle destruction.
10 swings at [4]
Page 20
Do some more hits at [4], then I’ll fill you in on what kind of plum popping fun you can expect for the rest of the day today, soldier.
10 swings at [4]
Do that again. Make sure every hit is hard enough!
10 swings at [4]
Page 21
God, isn’t the feeling of the sock weapon colliding with your midsection just the best?
So much juicy, juicy pain with every hit … it’s just delicious.
10 swings at [4]
Page 22
Alright, my budding bitch-to-be, here’s the plan.
I am going to bash the ever-living FUCK out of your testicles.
Then, while you’re crumpled up in a heap, crying over whatever’s left down there, I’m going to make you get up and do it again.
When you’re convulsing on the ground, ruing the day you met me, then we will begin the most brutal and unhinged grande finale your nuts have ever seen.
This is going to be fun.
5 swings at [5]
You’re going to feel all sorts of horrifying, unbearable sensations. You’re going to want to stop.
None of that matters. Your balls belong to me now, and I get to do whatever I want to them.
5 swings at [5]
Consider yourself lucky that I’m not making you cut them off and store them in a jar in the cabinet.
You’re privileged to get the experience of hurting for me.
5 swings at [5]
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Lots of women want to be known as the most brutal ballbuster at this resort.
And don’t get me wrong, those are my kind of women: cruel and nasty.
But none of them will put you through anything that compares to the brutality of bitch boot camp.
And as you’re about to experience, this afternoon is going to up the intensity even further.
I won’t bother asking if you think you’re ready for it. I know you aren’t.
The only question is how long it takes to break you.
5 swings at [5]
How many hard blows to those tender family jewels of yours will it be before you truly think you can’t take any more?
I can’t wait to find out.
5 swings at [5]
However many it is, you should know that we’re going to do more than that.
The whole point is for it to be more than you can handle. That’s the only way I know you’re truly surrendering yourself to me.
5 swings at [5]
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Make sure to keep your hips thrust forward. I like my bitches to stay neatly presented no matter how badly they’re hurting.
Your balls belong to me, remember? I didn’t give you permission to take them away.
5 swings at [5]
I hope you haven’t forgotten your lessons already. You, as a man, are weak and inferior.
Your balls belong to me, and they deserve to be destroyed.
5 swings at [5]
All that pain … all that suffering … that’s the point.
It doesn’t mean you get mercy. It means you keep going. Because I say so.
5 swings at [5]
Page 25
Brace yourself, soldier. It’s almost time for things to get even nastier.
Let’s see a few more smacks at [5] first, though. There’s no such thing as a nutsack that is too tender, in my book.
5 swings at [5]
I’m not sure you swung hard enough on all of those.
Try again, but make sure every last hit makes you gasp in pain this time.
5 swings at [5]
One more solid set should do the trick.
Up and at ‘em, bitch boy!
5 swings at [5]
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OK, it’s time. You’re going to do three punishing blows in 40 seconds.
That’s right, three. No, we’re not discussing it.
Say the magic words and I’ll talk you through it.
[My balls belong to Ali]
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Raise your arm high and swing as hard as you can!
The faster you do this first one, the more time you give yourself to recover!
1 swing at [6]
Pick yourself up off the ground and get back in position, bitch. I want another. Right now.
1 swing at [6]
That looked like it hit the spot! That looked extra special.
That means this last one should be the most fun of all. Hurry to get it done on time!
1 swing at [6]
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Be honest. Did you do three true punishing blows before the timer ran out?
Remember – you can only count the hits that were hard enough. If you didn’t floor yourself three times, you didn’t do three punishing blows.
[Yes]
Good. I expect you to hit exactly as hard as I tell you, every time. No exceptions.
Speaking of which … back up!
10 swings at [4]
[No]
Thank you for being honest. I’ll give you a chance to try again.
Say the magic words when you’re ready to give it another go!
[My balls belong to Ali]
Page 29
Obviously, I have no first-hand experience, but I’m told that hard hits to the testicles feel even better after a punishing blow.
If that’s the case, you’re going to really enjoy this.
10 swings at [4]
And if you’re not enjoying it … that’s just too bad.
I told you at the beginning it would be long, brutal, and worse than you can handle. The state of your pathetic manhood isn’t going to get in the way of me keeping my word.
10 swings at [4]
Proper bitchification involves several days of excruciating, agonizing suffering.
It’s the most efficient way to ensure an understanding of your weakness and inferiority is carved deep in your soul.
10 swings at [4]
Page 30
Here’s some advice, my little wannabe bitch boy: don’t try to fight the pain.
Just surrender to it. Embrace it. It will be much, much more than you can handle; there’s nothing you can do but enjoy it.
5 swings at [5]
I know you don’t have balls of steel. No man does, that’s not the point.
The point is for you to continue not even in spite of the pain, but because of it. That’s the only way for you to give yourself to me properly.
5 swings at [5]
It’s ok to show me how badly you’re hurting. You don’t have to hide it.
Turning you into a shriveling wreck is the whole point of bitch boot camp. It wouldn’t be any fun if you didn’t cry sometimes.
5 swings at [5]
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Focus on my body while we continue your annihilation.
You already know that I, as a woman, am superior. It’s only natural for you to worship me by obeying my every command.
5 swings at [5]
That’s your proper place in the world. You are just a pair of balls for me to bust.
If I can’t abuse you however and whenever I like, then you are completely useless to me.
5 swings at [5]
When you’re writhing in the throes of testicular agony, there is no denying your weakness or your inferiority.
That debilitating and exclusively masculine sensation is an excellent and long-lasting reminder of where you belong.
5 swings at [5]
Deep breaths, my broken little bitch-to-be. It’s about to get even worse.
I want another three punishing blows in 40 seconds. Right now, while you’re still reeling.
Don’t waste any time saying the magic words!
[My balls belong to Ali]
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Raise your strong arm high in the air and swing as hard as you possibly can.
Show me everything you have left in the tank!
1 swing at [6]
Don’t waste any time feeling sorry for yourself! Get back in position, NOW!!
1 swing at [6]
You’re not done, bitch boy. Not yet.
Do me a favor with this next swing: impress me. Show me exactly how much you can suffer for me.
1 swing at [6]
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Wow … are you looking for whatever’s left of your marbles on the floor?
I’ve got bad news … I’m pretty sure those things are still attached to you.
Be honest – did you go as hard as you possibly could on all three punishing blows?
Did you completely wreck yourself? Or do you need to try again?
[Try again]
Thank you for being honest. It’s ok to miss a hit, as long as you are honest about it and do it again.
Say the magic words and I’ll give you another chance.
[My balls belong to Ali] – sends you back a page
[All good]
Good. If you want to make it as my bitch, I expect you to hit exactly as hard as I tell you to every time.
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Remember how I told you that we’d do “the most brutal and unhinged grande finale your nuts have ever seen”?
I’m about to make good on my promise.
Grab the baton and get on your back, ball boy, with your legs together. Make sure whatever’s left of your scrotum is resting on top of your thighs, nice and exposed.
On the next page, I’m going to give you some instructions that are … let’s just say the’re a little on the cruel side.
In short, I want 60 hits in 60 seconds. I want nine hits at [5] followed by one hit at [6], repeated six times.
You are going to miss hits, I know. It’s your job to do the best you can and to keep track of how many hits you miss.
Say your new catchphrase when you’re ready to liquefy your manhood!
[My balls belong to Ali]
Page 35 – 60 bpm
6x Nine smacks at [5], followed by 1 smack at [6]
Page 36
Wow … just wow … I can’t believe there’s anything left down there.
However many hits you missed, I want that many hits at [5]. I’ll give you … 30 seconds.
[My balls belong to Ali]
Go on, ball bitch. Make up for all those hits you missed!
Page 37
Aww, you poor baby! Are your fragile little balls aching and sore?
Did some nasty bitch come along and fuck them up very, very badly?
That’s just too bad. Because … I’m not happy about your performance during that last bit.
If you seriously want to make it as my bitch, I expect better.
If you’ve been wriggling around, feeling sorry for yourself, get back in position. This time, you’ll do 60 smacks at intensity [5] in 60 seconds, then we’ll follow it up with six punishing blows in two minutes.
Don’t you dare miss anything this time.
[My balls belong to Ali]
Page 38 – 60 bpm
Smack your balls to the beat at intensity [5]!
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You might be done with the metronome, but the real fun is just starting.
Raise your strong arm. Look at me while you do it. I want to see your face when you realize exactly how much this is going to hurt.
1 smack at [6]
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That's it. That’s the sound I love. Did your toes curl? Did your eyes water? Good. That means you did it right.
Back in position, bitch. You don't get to lie there clutching yourself. My timer is still running.
1 smack at [6]
Page 36 – note out of order
Oh, that was special! That was extra special. I could hear it in your throat, that little gasp you make when the pain hits something deep.
There's nothing left to protect down there anymore, is there? Just a pair of tender, swollen lumps begging for mercy they'll never get.
1 smack at [6]
Page 37
Three down, three to go.
Keep yourself presented for me, bitch. Legs together, scrotum resting in front of your thighs, weak hand holding your cock out of the way.
Show me how much fight you have left. Show me how dedicated you are to obeying my every command.
1 smack at [6]
Page 38
The timer doesn't care about your tears. It doesn't care that your hands are trembling or that your eyes are squeezed shut.
In position; you know the drill.
1 swing at [6]
Page 39
Keep your eyes open, bitch boy. I want you watching me while you do this.
There's nothing more humiliating than looking a woman in the eye and swinging a baton into your own testicles as hard as you possibly can. That's the moment you really understand what you are.
A pair of balls, presented for my amusement. That's all.
1 swing at [6]
Page 40
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. I felt that in my chest.
Ordinarily, this is the part where I’d tell you that Jessica will be by any minute to collect you.
You don’t get so lucky. Say your new catchphrase one last time for good luck, then your bitch boot camp will roll on at the Whimper Inn.
[My balls belong to Ali]