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CNN – “Again, we have confirmed that the latest victim of Erin and Saphire Boothe has been found in an abandoned apartment complex in western Chicago. Like the others, this person was male, and was found bound, with his sexual organs severely mutilated.”

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Fox News – “I’m convinced that this Erin and Saphire, these two so-called

‘sexecutioners’ have only one goal in mind. With the Democrats, desperate to cast the public scrutiny away from their own flaws, it comes as no surprise that these two would show up months before the election. These man-hating lesbians are obviously a liberal attempt to ruin the president’s image…”

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MSNBC – “Yes, that’s right. I was Erin and Saphire’s high school counselor, and

yes it’s true that both young ladies, after their parents tragic death were left to be raised by their sexually abusive uncle. I guess I always felt that something like this was inevitable, but I never thought it would occur so close to…”

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Timothy turned the television off. Rising from his plush lounge chair, the tall,

rail-thin thirty year-old strolled from one corner of his tiny apartment to the other. He gazed with longing at the cover of the latest issue of People magazine pinned to corkwood on the wall – a full color print of Erin and Saphire. The two girls were in a park, enjoying themselves, wide grins across their face. Erin had wavy, dark black hair that contrasted sharply with her sister’s bright blonde. They both had very an impressive physique, their bellies tightly toned, and legs shapely muscular. The caption under the picture read “Inside the secret world of Saphire and Erin”.

Next to the cover were Erin and Saphire’s senior pictures from high school. Both displayed a mask of jubilation, no doubt covering their inner pain. There was no hint that either would be capable of being anything other than gentle and caring.

Pictures can be deceiving.

Timothy checked five crosses, marked with a felt pen on a street map of western Chicago. The scattered marks showed the various locations where the two girl’s male victims claim to have been abducted from.

With an air of stern determination, Timothy left his apartment.

He took in a deep breath, enjoying the air of this warm June evening. On either side of him were the high brick walls of run down apartments, where he calculated Erin and Saphire were going to be searching for their next man.

Timothy jumped in shock at a noise from behind. Someone’s German Shepard had noticed him walking by, and was growling in protest, his black snout pressed snugly against a window pane.

His heart was beating heavily, but Timothy continued his stroll undeterred. He heard a faint sound in the distance, what he thought was whispering voices, then the sharp sound of a rifle loading, then a whoosh.

Timothy didn’t turn around. He simply reached up, feeling the dart that was now impaled into his shoulder. He felt the softness of the dart’s tail feather between his fingers before collapsing, unconscious.

When he woke, he looked to his right and left at chrome handcuffs that were securing both arms to pipes protruding from the ceiling to the ground of a decaying living room. His legs were similarly bound, wide apart, to metal loops on the ground.

His head rolled up, and his eyes shot wide at the sight before him - Erin and Saphire Boothe in the flesh. Erin was wearing a tight white tee-shirt which conformed to her impressively round chest, and a high cut denim skirt that hid no part of her muscular legs. Her sable colored hair was pulled back from her angelic, light skinned face. Her fingernails were long, at least an inch, their tips beautifully curved.

Saphire was dressed far more provocatively, in a low cut shirt that curved around her breasts and gave ample view of her cleavage, with brown jeans that were similarly low cut, giving an unobstructed view of her chiseled abs.

Timothy realized too late that he was grinning, something the girls obviously didn’t take very well. “What are you smiling at”, Erin asked with a sly smirk.

“I’m sorry…” he stammered, “I just love you,” Timothy blurted, his face cheeks deep rose. He looked away, embarrassed.

Erin’s starred at her sister, shocked. Every other male they’ve had was either confused or angry upon waking. Erin was suddenly, for the first time, unsure what to do.

Saphire took the initiative, thrusting the curved tips of her shoes deep into Timothy’s crotch. She could feel his round nuggets compress like rubber balls between her leather toes and the man’s pelvis.

Timothy gasped, his face suddenly deep red, his lungs heaving from the pain that stretched from his balls to his chest. Despite the deep pain, he smiled. “Thank you,” he managed to mumble through the pain.

This time Saphire turned to Erin, puzzled.

“You mean to tell us, you enjoy having your balls permanently crushed, because that is what is going to happen” Erin asked the frail looking man.

Timothy looked up, thinking through his next few words before answering. “Yes…. please crush my balls”.

Saphire’s dark lips curved in a grin. “I wondered why this one was so easy to catch. He must have been waiting for us. I wonder if he told anybody what he was planning.”

With some effort, Timothy shook his head back and forth. “Nobody knows.”

Saphire nodded ruefully. She took a step closer to the bounded man, looked deep into his blue eyes, and said “since you are our first and most likely last willing man… what would you like us to do?”

The man smiled with delight. “I want you to tie up my balls with fishing wire, and rip them off my body, like you did to the man on Baxter Street”.

Saphire was impressed at how closely this man was following their activities. “I have a better idea”, she said while running her nails through the man’s hair.

She reached down and unbuttoned the man’s jeans. His cock sprung out, already impressively hard and sticky with juice. Saphire slowly began stroking the man’s organ with one hand, the other hand behind his neck. She forcefully pulled his lips to hers, kissing him.

Lifting one leg, Saphire revealed her uncovered, and shaven mound. Only inches from the tip of Timothy’s outstretched member, she began to massage her clit.

He was mesmerized by the sight of her beautiful pussy. He felt fingers wrap securely around his balls. Looking down, he noticed Erin on her knees, fondling him through Saphire’s spread legs. He could feel her long fingernails scrape across his skin, feeling every surface of his testicles.

Feeling uncharacteristically generous, not to mention quite horny Saphire lifted her other leg, placed her feet on the pipes, wrapped her long arms around the man, and lifted her 5’3 frame, inserting the man’s cock into her.

Timothy gasped, lost in the heat of the moment. He licked and suckled the nipples of the gorgeous blonde’s breasts, which were now easily reached. With a hand on her firm ass, he moaned as she rocked back and forth, his cock coated with her juices.

While her sister fucked the bound man, Erin decided to use the opportunity to test the man’s pain threshold. Lying back on the tiled floor, she took aim her black leather boots at the man’s exposed testicles. As her sister was rising away from the man, she thrust her boot directly into the man’s crotch.

Timothy grunted, a few sharp coughs escaping his throat. Despite the pain, he continued to thrust himself into Saphire.

Erin was impressed with the man’s stamina and tolerance for pain. Again, using only a fraction of the total power she was capable of, she shot the sole of her boot into the man’s balls, and held it there, pressing the tender nuggets firmly against his crotch. She could see his left testicle bulging from the side of her boot toe, but the right was firmly in place between the two surfaces. Erin pressed harder, feeling the round organ compress under the pressure.

Timothy’s face was once again deeply red, and sweat was running from every pore in his body. He was enjoying the experience immensely, but wasn’t sure how much longer he could withstand the nut busting pain.

Erin retracted her left leg, allowed the man a moment to enjoy her sister, who was fucking the man so hard his body was vibrating between the pipes like a rubber band. When the moment was right, she kicked with her right leg, this time with far more force. The man’s reaction was immediate. He began coughing uncontrollably, his head rolling back and forth as he struggled to stay conscious, and the sweat continued to pour from his skin.

Erin cocked her foot slightly, hoping to catch both balls. Her leg was a blur as it shot into the man’s pelvis repeatedly. Kick, retract, kick, and retract. Erin was pummeling the man’s balls with each assault. Years of self-defense training and taught the girl the proper way to kick a man. She was kicking up, and through the man’s balls, almost as if they were an obstacle to destroy. She imagined she was trying to kick up, and through the man’s body – rip his legs from his hip joints.

After nearly fifty kicks, Erin stopped to admire her work. The man’s sac was noticeably swollen blue. A few kicks later, she heard the distinct squish of man nuts, and knew she had succeeded in destroying at least once if his testicles.

“That’s one ball crushed,” Saphire announced, slowing to gaze into the man’s eyes. He stared back with a look of extreme content, though he was having trouble speaking.

“I want to use my nails to destroy your other ball”, Erin announced, reaching up to lightly scratch the man’s ass. “Would you like that”, she asked seductively. The man nodded with excitement.

Erin sat up, feeling the pulpy remains of the man’s destroyed testicle, searching for his whole one. Finally, she could feel the firm, round organ through his sac. She used her nails to pinch and squeeze, prying the little prize from the man’s body.

First, she decided, his sac would have to be broken. Saphire continued to slowly rock back and forth as Erin felt for the edge of the man’s sac. She pressed her nails in sharply, breaking the man’s skin, and watching a stream of blood roll down his leg. With her long nails sticking into the sac, she pulled downwards, creating a hole large enough to maneuver the man’s remaining testicle through. She pulled the nugget away from the man’s crotch, as far as it would reach without breaking the spermatic cord.

“I’ll wait for you to cum before destroying this one,” she explained. She studied the organ, noticing for the first time the tiny veins and capillaries that littered the surface of a man’s nut. The grey organ was egg shaped, possibly an inch in length, and resembled a bean with a newborn plant sprouting from its surface. She wondered if it would squish like a bean as well.

She squeezed the nut, studying how it compressed between her fingers. It was firmer than she expected. Holding it in her hands, she pressed her thumb nail into the flesh. This caused the man to squirm in pain. Oddly, her nail left a curved indentation in the ball.

The testicle she held began to throb in response to the man’s impending orgasm. Its nerve center was no doubt receiving a signal to replenish the man’s sperm supply, which would travel up the connecting tube to be mixed with white, sticky semen.

“He’s cumming”, Saphire announced. Finally, the moment had come. Erin waited for a grunt announcing the man’s climax before bearing down with all her strength, pressing her thumb nail directly into the center of the testicle. After a bit of resistance, her nail sliced through, shredding the nut – just like a bean. The spaghetti-like sperm producing organelles fell out of the ball as Erin continued to crush whatever contents remained within the organ.

Saphire, experiencing her own climax began to beat herself against the man violently, squeezing and crushing with uncontrollable mania. With her arms wrapped tightly around the man’s neck, she squeezed his face against her breasts. She felt the snapping of vertebrae, the squishing of nerves and spinal fluid.

She held the man’s corpse against her as she recovered from her orgasm. Stepping off the man, she turned to Erin. “I guess I should learn to control myself. I didn’t intend to kill this one”, she said casually.

“I know. It’s a shame,” Erin said, looking at the man, his head permanently twisted at an odd angle. “At least he died happy,” she said, pointing out the smile of pleasure that was displayed on the man’s pale face.

“It was odd to destroy a willing male! I’m not sure I enjoyed it as much as the others,” Saphire explained “There’s something about an unwilling male I just love. The confusion as the poor fool tries to find out what is going on, and the pleading for the life of his manhood. It’s exhilarating!”

Erin cocked her head towards the door. “Let’s go find another guy. Maybe some begging and screaming will make you feel better”.

With a sly smile, Saphire and Erin exited the apartment.