Beatrix Part Two

Ah Beatrix about to cross a threshold of life. She's about to bust a bloke's balls for the first time. I wonder what she'll do first. Will she slam one of her sandaled feet into his scrotum flattening the testicles within? Will she kick him barefoot? I can see it now. Her delicate porcelain foot with a reddish pink sole colliding at high velocity into his nuts. Will it be the top of her foot or will she pull her toes back and nail him in the beans with the ball of her foot

Or will she place his balls in the palm of one of her hands and squeeze them ever so slowly? Will she punch? Will she bite? Oh I do adore a biter. I fondly remember the day my mother bit her uncle. She bit and she chewed as he lay helplessly bound to the table screaming. His wails becoming higher pitched with every bite.

Maybe Beatrix will knee him in the nuts first. That would really tickle my pussy with a feather to watch her kneecap thrust upwards into his groin. Honestly I get moist just thinking about her knee driving his balls into his pelvis and flattening them. Ah here come my guards dragging a nude male prisoner into the chamber. I giggle. He's a pudgy little man with thinning light brown hair his limp little penis bouncing about as the guards drag him. His cock is so small that it will be out of the way making his large low hanging nuts easy targets. I glance over at Beatrix who has taken her longskirt off only wearing her pink silk blouse and brown wedge sandals. She has such an adorable little patch of pubic hair, trimmed into a square of red fur, a little fire crotch. She's beaming with anticipation.

The prisoner begins to protest, he knows what fate is about to befall his testicles. "Oh please Your Majesty not my nuts! Not my nuts! Please I beg of you not my balls! Don't break my balls! Oh noo you're going to crack my nuts!"

Strangely for a man who doesn't want his gonads busted he does the strongest thing. He spreads his legs. My voice thunders throughout the sparsely furnished chamber." Silence!! " my voice softens as I look around the room at the various paintings and tapestries on the walls depicting men getting their balls crushed by my dearly departed mother. " I won't smash your balls you pathetic little man." Odd, he looks disappointed. "Oh no the lovely Beatrix will be the one to squash your testes, she's your nutcracker."

A look of dread and.... exited anticipation comes over his round rodent like face." No..no..not Beatrix! Beatrix with the feet so fine! With the knees so divine! Why her delicate yet strong hands will crush my balls as my screams echo in the halls! Oh woe is me! Woe is me!" He looks at Beatrix from head to toe and his tiny little dick begins to stiffen. By the Goddess I think he's going to enjoy this.

So be it! Let the ballbusting commence!