I sat in my private chamber to scroll through the daily news on my hologram unit, as I did every evening after overseeing business at my secret palatial fortress on planet Droglar. I saw the usual stories about space pirates, economic disputes between the Qenons and Thorpions, and that the woman called Tawna Vex had saved the galaxy once again. Tawna Vex was the galaxy’s most deadly super spy. A female human, a covert operative bounty huntress who either did contract missions for the Star Command Federation, or did work of her own whim. She also held the record for most enemies dispatched in hand-to-hand combat. And this time she had foiled yet another one of my associates, Balzaac the Mighty, in his quest for stockpiling planetary atomic weapons. Only yesterday, she defeated and captured him for his imprisonment at the Star Command Penal Colony.
Luckily, the Star Command Federation had not figured out that Balzaac was an associate of mine, nor had they discovered my deep sex trade operation. I was indeed the ring leader of an interplanetary brothel that captured women across the galaxy and forced them to be sex slaves. Not only was this strictly illegal, but my brothel palace was also routinely frequented by wanted men and gangsters from around the galaxy. To keep up my inconspicuous appearance and rid myself of any federal intelligence suspicion, I decided to make an overt distraction by trolling Tawna Vex on SpaceBook, the inter-stellar social media platform.
I logged into SpaceBook and immediately saw her status post about her recent defeat of Balzaac the Mighty.
Tawna Vex: “saved the world again. No big deal lol. Too bad for big bad Balzaac :_( Girl power! xoxo ;P”
Thousands of likes and comments erupted below. She would probably never read any of them, as she was a famous heroine. I began to absent-mindedly stroke my stiff cock at her profile picture. She was indeed a VIXEN. She had hot-pink hair, which was cut in a short sleek angular bob. She had a vicious smile, electric eyes, long luscious legs, wide seductive hips, a thin waist, and enormous heavy tits. She also had a large, thick, voluptuous, round, juicy ass. She was what they called a “P.A.W.G.” in the space sex trade world (a “phat ass white girl”). Tawna Vex was also notorious for wearing the most impractically sultry outfits when fighting crime. She wore her signature tight, blue spandex, one-piece, leotard thong body suit. This showed off her thick ass in a way that made me pre-cum from the mere sight of it. The thong-suit was adorned with sharp black tiger stripes, which must have been her idea of tactical camouflage. She had on her black velvet grappling gloves, a foxy black velvet choker around her neck, and her tall black leather combat stiletto heel boots which looked as deadly as they looked erotic. Her perky nipples poked through her tight spandex thong suit, and she was beyond curvy. My balls wanted to explode from just looking at her profile picture. There was no way she was the galaxy’s deadliest spy. It could not be!
Flustered, I typed my trolling comment on her SpaceBook status. I couldn’t wait to get her sycophantic fan base riled up.
Me: “Mmm nice rack, honey. Now be a good girl and get back in the kitchen!”
Dozens of fan accounts immediately replied with angry retorts, but no matter…I waited around for an hour, laughing at the internet anguish that I had caused across the galaxy…but then my heart skipped a beat, as I saw a reply from Tawna Vex herself!
Tawna Vex: “Hold that thought…”
I jump up from my hologram unit and begin to pace around my chamber in alarmed dismay. How did she see it? What did she mean? Her comment was directed at me and was short, vague, and vexing. I began to drink a bottle of Warp Vodka to calm myself. It was probably nothing…After all, she was stationed in System Z12, lightyears away from my planet. And the Agency had not found out about my sex slave palace…yet.
Seeking further reassurance, I ordered my most prized slave, Zela, out of her cage. She was the one slave I kept in my private chamber, while the rest slept in the dungeons. I dragged her by the shackled leash close to my throne, unzipped my pants, and railed my cock between her size EE tits untill I shot cum all over her unwilling face. I then dismissed her back to her cage. Feeling satiated and reassured, I fell asleep on my throne…
I awoke the next day to attend my usual brothel business matters, making sure customers paid in full and that none of the slaves misbehaved. I oversaw all this from my balcony, which overlooked the vast, round courtyard below. All the transactional lust and barbaric orgy took place down in this courtyard, on a daily basis.
At mid-day, one of my guards marched into the courtyard escorting a mysterious cloaked figure. A woman, by the looks of it. She was not cuffed or shackled, but the guard held her roughly by the arm. “I apprehended this woman wandering around our fortress, my lord,” shouted the guard.
As she was not cuffed, it was clear she hadn’t resisted, unlike most of the slaves that we captured. This seemed suspicious. I decided I had better make an example of her, in any case. “What should be done with her, my lord?” asked the guard.
From my raised balcony, I addressed the cloaked captive below: “What were you doing wandering around my fortress, woman?” She did not answer. I shouted: “Silly whore, don’t you realize you have walked into the belly of the beast? Do you know what we do with girls like you here?” She again did not respond, but remained veiled beneath her cloak in silence.
She had tested my patience…”Alright then, if you choose to defy me in my palace, I will give you one choice. You must prove your worth as my future slave and pleasure this guard in front of everyone here, or face execution! What say you, whore?” The guard handling her looked surprised and eager, with a dumb grin on his face. She did not respond, but turned around to face the guard escorting her. I could only see her from behind now.
Her cloak fell to her feet gracefully and revealed a tall, thin-but-curvy woman with hot-pink hair and long legs. She wore nothing but her velvet gloves, a choker, tall leather boots with spiked heels, and a tight, blue spandex leotard thong body suit, which binded her voluptuous ass.
As I began to realize who this was, it all happened so fast. The guard had already been seduced and was lowering his baton. Tawna Vex leaned up against him flirtilly, pulled his waist band open, and dropped two taser grenades down his pants. As the guard realized what happened, she put her hands on his shoulders and kneed him in the balls three times, so hard that his knees buckled. He began to sway, clutching his ruptured balls. Tawna sprinted away from him as the taser grenades detonated in his pants, and his testicles were electrocuted to a crisp. He collapsed to the ground, writhing and flailing, and then moved no more.
“Guards! Seize her!” I bellowed from my balcony. As Tawna sprinted across the courtyard, away from the fallen guard, another guard charged toward her. He was brandishing a baton in the air. Just as he came within striking of her long, deadly legs, she stopped him dead in his tracks with a front kick to his balls. It lifted him off the ground. He collapsed in a pathetic heap. “Men are so predictable,” laughed Tawna, malevolently.
Another guard came up behind her and attempted to grasp her around her neck in a choke hold. But she was too fast, she easily bent her leg backward like a trebuchet and smashed his ballsack up into his stomach with her stiletto-heel boots. She then finished him off with a round-house kick to his fat, stupid head, knocking him out cold.
The whole courtyard was now alarmed in uproar; armored guards, naked gangster customer men, and slave girls alike. Since the slaves were chained to their stations, they could not flee, but began ballbusting my customers in retaliation. I saw one red-headed slave girl grab a customers balls and squeezed them so hard that he shrunk to his knees and screamed for mercy. Infuriated and panicked, both my customers and guards began to close in on Tawna Vex. But she now held a weapon. She had picked up a long iron chain with a pear-shaped paddle on the end of it and begin swinging it in a circle threateningly, like a helicopter tail rotor.
The naked customers made easy targets. One sleazebag charged her with his erect penis pointed at her like a jousting pole, his heavy balls clacking together. She swung the chain paddle up between his legs so hard that his testicles exploded on impact, in a shower of blood and cum. He fell to the ground howling in horror. “My balls!!! She busted my balls!!!!” he screamed. She merely laughed like an evil succubus and stomped her spiked heeled boot on top of his shuddering body, pinning him to the ground like a flailing insect. Now the customers and guards began to flee from the courtyard, terrified Tawna Vex would destroy their manhood too.
I stood dumbstruck, leaning of the balcony in awe and horror, and yet my cock was rock-hard and quavering with arousal. I was in deep trouble now. The jig was up and I would be arrested if I did not control the situation. But she had tapped into my secret and taboo ballbusting fetish, wittingly or unwittingly…. And now she was going to come for me.
She stepped over the naked customer that she had just castrated. With her hands on her hips, she looked up into my eyes and said “Remember when I told you to hold that thought?”, wagging her gloved finger teasingly. She cast the paddled chain weapon aside and strode across the courtyard, as the shackled slave girls cheered in her wake.
I shuddered and stepped backward through the long hallway that led to my chamber. She had already leaped up and over the balcony by the time I had reached my chamber. I slapped a button on the wall to activate the hallway’s security lasers, which began to trace along the walls in a rapid, random array. But Tawna Vex was both a talented acrobat and a flexible contortionist. She effortlessly backflipped and cartwheeled around every laser. She landed at my chamber doorway in a gracefull pose, with her leather boots gleaming in the artificial light. I backed up against the rear wall in fearful apprehension. My cock and balls were engorged. They pulsed against my pants, perhaps with the same apprehension.
I had one loyal guard left in the room, who was meant to protect me and my chamber. He was my strongest champion, an elite guard. He charged towards Tawna with a deadly plasma axe, but she nimbly darted forward into a running slide across the smooth floor. She arched her spine backwards and slid between his open legs, punching his scrotum on her way under. He staggered as he futiley swung his axe, and Tawna lept up from the floor and kicked him from behind into the laser-guarded hallway. He was immediately sliced into molten chunks as the security lasers carved through him like sushi. Tawna looked back into the hall, half amused. “Too easy,” she sighed.
She then turned toward me, with malice in her sharp eyes. Her massive jugs were bouncing up and down rhythmically as she strode across the room, her wide hips swaying hypnotocally, her smoldering gaze melting my own.
“Stay back you witch!” I stamered. I had pulled out my blaster pistol and pointed it at her with a shaking hand. She stopped two paces away from me, and laughed in a kinky voice that made my hair stand on end and made my manhood quake. “Aw, aren’t boys like you too old for toys? I’m so glad you have all these security cameras, you little worm…so the whole galaxy, and everyone on SpaceBook, can watch you eat your words…and your balls!”
Before I could speak, she round-house kicked the blaster out of my hand and sent it clattering across the room. Desperately, I swung at her with a right-hook punch, but it only hit air. She had dodged it. What happened next, happened within two seconds:
She had sunken down below my right-hook so fast that I didn’t even see it. And by the time I had glanced down in front of me, she had landed on the stone floor in a perfect split pose. Her legs were spread at 180 degrees. As she landed in this pose, her juicy ass bounced against the stone floor and rippled, her massive jugs also jiggling from the impact. But her eyes stayed locked up into mine. And to my horror, both of her arms were suddenly outstretched between my legs, her fists joined over one another into an underhanded volleyball “spike” position, just like a velvet sledge hammer. With a powerful upward swing, she hammered my balls so hard that they seperated from one another inside my ballsack, and flew upward like two sea urchins jumping out of the ocean. My testicles may as well have been launched into space. They were knocked so high that they rose above my pelvis. Then like a bungie jump chord stretched to its apex, my stretched ballbag sprang back down to earth like a sling-shot. As my balls shot down to the floor, they twisted around eachother before pulling back up to my groin in a tangled knot. Then my balls unraveled back to equilibrium.
I stumbled back slowly, drooling and wheezing in shock like I had never felt. My testicles were pulsing with purest pain. My cock was still rock-hard, but was now throbbing and sputtering pre-cum in vapor-like seizures as if it had blown a gasket.
Tawna was still on the floor doing the splits with her volleyball fists outstretched. And she began mocking me with a pouty face that seemed to say: “Aw, did I bust your balls?”
I only ghasped and gurgled. Then like a volcano, my testicles lurched and my throbbing cock ejaculated a whole gallon of white-hot lava with such force that the jizz shot out of my pants. My tongue fell out and my eyes rolled back in a paradox of pleasure and pain like I had never felt. It was euphorea, torture, and humiliation beyond comprehension. I was in another dimension. I moaned in ecstasy and pain as my vision swam back into focus. I saw Tawna rise off the floor, back onto her pointy heels. She walked over to my fallen blaster pistol, her thick thong-bound ass bouncing in tandem with every step. She picked the blaster up and pointed it at me, striding over to me yet again. “You are so busted.” She said with a malicious laugh.
“J-just k-k-k-kill me, you bitch!” I gasped, hunched over and clutching my balls in humiliated misery. She giggled again; “No sugar…I’ve got a better idea.”
She did not shoot, but tapped my forehead lightly with the pistol grip, and I fell backward onto the floor like a domino.
I looked up to see her reach over to a remote control panel, pressing a series of buttons. Then to my horror, all the cages and shackles in my brothel unlocked and opened. My prized chamber slave, Zela, danced out of her cage and stood over me with a lusting vengeance in her eyes.
Zela crouched down on the floor and pulled my pants off. She grabbed my ankles and spread my legs apart. She then crawled ontop of me on all fours, like a wicked reptile. She flipped her long braided pony tail back, as her heavy tits swayed in front of my eyes like two soft pendulums. She cocked back one of her legs, as if charging a laser canon, and then began kneeing my balls relentlessly. What had been about ten seconds of knees to the balls, felt like ten years. I was in Hell. Each blow she delivered crushed my aching balls into an even flatter pancake. They were purple and bruised by the time she had finished.
Zela got up and stood beside Tawna, triumphantly looking down at my sprawled body with disgust and amusement. Just when I thought I would be cuffed and dragged away to Tawna’s ship for detainment, the hall door slid open and about twenty slave girls marched into the room, in single file. Like an assembly line, they began walking up to me and stomping on my balls, and then going to the back of the line for the next girl to join in.
By the time the line of girls had finished stomping, my balls were so sore that they would surely burst. Tawna Vex had taken her place at the end of the hellish conga line. When she arrived to take her turn, she paused to look down at me and said “Well, before I take you in, I’ll need your fingerprints for DNA evidence registry…” I merely whimpered. “….But who needs fingerprints when you can get sperm prints?” And she slammed her boot down on my ballbag with such force that my balls finally burst open, oozing semen in a sticky puddle around me. I howled in pain. She bent down and scooped up a sample into a crystal vile and put it in her boot holster. She turned around to wave it in front of the cheering crowd of emancipated women.
The last thing I saw with my fainting breath was her enormous thong-clad ass dancing in front of my eyes, as my ruptured balls leaked out, and my slumped-over cock vomitted cum all over my stomach.
Tawna Vex had dominated me; and the whole galaxy would be able to watch her triumph on replay, forever and ever. A future awaited me where I could only reflect on Tawna’s feminine dominance, while I rot in prison for life with broken, useless balls.
