Ballbusting

“B is for ballbusting,” Kara announces, and as she says the words, you feel your CBT device sliding off your genitals as her protoplasmic pet flees the room. "Poor Proty, he clearly remembers the last time... I kind of got carried away... So did my **** afterwards, never did reach C."

She looks down at you, no doubt seeing the worry on your face. "Don't worry, I've learned my lesson. I'm not going to kick your balls or punch them or bite them, after all, I know how fragile you non-Kryptonians can be. I don't want them being pulverized into dust or you being kicked into orbit by these powerful legs of mine."

You look away from her face, down to those shapely legs of hers, accentuated by that oh-so-short red miniskirt she's wearing, and then those legs are bending as she kneels down and wraps her fingers around your neck, gripping it softly but firmly as she pulls the top half of your body up from the ground so you're now face to face with this Supergirl, her big blue eyes looking directly into yours.

"I'm sure I don't need to punch you or kick you or bite you, for you to realize my natural superiority over you," Kara says, her eyes glowing red and demonic, while her other hand moves to the back of your head, holding it firmly, as she makes you nod. "You're just my pain puppet, here for my pleasure, so let's have some fun."

She stands up, her hand still around your throat, lifting you high off the ground,. You look down at the ground, and see her raising her left leg, at a right angle to her body, bent at the knee. She moves you slightly over to her left, so that her knee's now positioned between your dangling legs.

"Don't worry, I'm not a monster," she says, "I'll stop when there's tears."

Her hand releases you and gravity takes effect, as you drop down, your balls landing on her outstretched knee. It's no wonder she was known as the Girl of Steel; it's like a crowbar to your nuts, and you yell out in pain, as you fall to the ground, bent over double, writhing, your hands cradling your aching genitals.

She just laughs as she picks you up again, uses her free hand to pry your hands away from your sore balls, and then repeats the process, this time dropping you onto her right knee. She leaves you to fall to the ground, and waits for your moaning and squirming to subside. As you lie there in the fetal position, your balls bruised and battered, you feel tears in your eyes, and know that with her microscopic vision, Kara will see them too.

"Well, boo hoo, poor you," says Kara, "but I wasn't talking about your tears, I was talking about mine, tears of laughter. Does that make me sadistic? I guess so. That's why I sometimes wear that big letter S on my chest."

Laughing, she reaches down, and grabs your neck, pulling you up in the air once again. "Yes, I'm going to break your balls, and break you along with them." She drops you once again onto her outstretched knee, and as soon as you fall to the floor, she's picking you up again, raising you off the ground, and dropping you once more, and she keeps repeating the process, over and over, her laughter eventually drowned out by your screams.

The pain builds and builds, nausea rising in your stomach, and eventually you escape to unconsciousness, where at first you're dreaming of her knee smashing against your balls, and then you're dreaming of flying, escaping. You wake up cold all over, and open your eyes to see Kara, laughing, a gleeful glint in her cold blue eyes, as she holds you up with outstretched arms, a hand on either side of your torso. You look down and the ground is so very very far below, and then she lets go.