Getting His Just Deserts -- II

"Finally", JoAnn thought, "I got this bastard right where I want him." It had been eight months since she last saw this ass-hole in court. She still remembered the gloating look on his face as they dropped the charges against him for raping her precious little sister, Julie. It would take years of therapy before she could return to any sort of normal life. She had considered several ways to get even with this scum bag. The only chance was that moment when he was in the throes of an orgasm. Not a moment before or after, but during. A man could get hit by a freight train and never know it. She set her plan into action earlier that evening by having "him pick her up in a bar." To talk him into letting her drive them to a secluded place to fulfill a fantasy of hers. To give a blow job to a man in a public park late at night. That moment was approaching very quickly.

She couldn't help thinking that she could have met him under different circumstances. He was a real "hunk" of a man. 6'4" tall with a perfectly sculpted body. But what was most impressive was between his legs. A massive cock with a wide girth. She had seen larger cocks before, but none having the combination of length and width as his. But what shocked her was the size of his enormous balls. They were simply the largest set of nuts and ball-bag she had ever seen. Each testicle was slightly larger than an extra-large egg. And his large scrotum allowed them to hang low between his legs, making a target that was impossible to miss.

Just as the first thick stream of cum erupted from the head of his cock to land across her hair and forehead, JoAnn launched a punch toward his vulnerable testicles. And when her right fist connected into his balls the effect was more devastating than she could imagined. His cock spewed forth another stream of jism to spray against her cleavage as her fist slammed into his balls, splitting his scrotum down the center. A mili-second later his left testicle, caught between the knuckles of her hand and the concrete step, exploded in a jelly-like mess. At the same time his left testicle was blasted into oblivion, his right ball tumbled out of the ripped ball-sack and landed on step below. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he saw his remaining testicle resting in the palm of her hand just inches from his face. She leaned down to look him right in the eyes, so that both of their faces were separated only by the hand which contained the huge egg-shaped orb. "This is for my baby sister and all the other women you raped!!", she screamed. Her hand slowly closed around the orb and began to slowly squeeze down.

Because his remaining ball was still attached to him, he felt the increasing pressure as her hand crushed down. He finally gathered just enough air into his lungs to let out a pitiful but weak "Screeching" sound. With a sickening "pop" followed by a "squish", his right testicle finally gave in to the pressure and exploded inside her hand. The last thing he saw as he passed out, was testicle matter shooting out from between her fingers; spraying both of them across the face.

Ken regained consciousness on the hard floor. It was rough but warm. It was very dark, with just a little red light. He remembered the exquisite blow job by that gorgeous blonde who then crushed his balls when he was cumming. He reached down to feel his balls and they were intact. He was real glad. Whatever happened, he still got his balls. Maybe it was just a weird dream. But where the hell was this? Why was he totally naked? Did that bitch kidnap him?

He walked towards the red light. It was growing brighter and hotter. Gradually he saw that he was in a narrow tunnel, leading into a great hall. He saw a great hall full of fire and the most beautiful women he had ever seen. His favorite kind of women, with slender body and overly big, firm breasts. All of them in the skimpiest bikinis. Dancing, bouncing, rubbing against each other. Without hesitation, he walked in. This must be paradise, he thought.

When he got within three feet of the nearest beauty, she turned around and kicked him hard in the balls. He had years of training in martial arts, even a couple of regional titles. But he had never seen such quickness. Not even in world championships. He rolled into a ball, retching, nursing his balls. She came around, slowly took his hands away and put a leash on the balls. He tried to fend her off. But her strength was incredible. She manhandled him as if he was a baby. Then she dragged him by his balls to the throne. And made him kneel in front of the stunning beauty. Ken tried to resist. But a kick on his balls, not too hard, just enough to stun, stopped him.

"Welcome to your personal hell, tailor made for you." Ken was stunned. "Am I dead?" "You sure are. And now you will get your just deserts. Remember that blonde you picked up in the bar, who gave you such a wonderful blow job and blasted your left testicle into oblivion while you shot your come? The blonde who then crushed your right ball in her hand? After you passed out, she cut off your cock and you died of bleeding. Well, her name was JoAnn. You raped her little sister. Here, nothing is secret or forgotten. You get your reward for what you did. For raping JoAnn’s little sister, you are sentenced to castration. And don’t try to resist. We are goddesses. We can slow you down. In fact, it is what I am going to do. Enjoy your castration."

Two beauties came to Ken and grabbed his arms. He tried to resist. But he was in slow motion. They grabbed him easily and tied him to the bench. In spite of his horror, he got very hard. They were too beautiful The one who kicked his balls earlier giggled. She pulled the leash very tight. Ken felt the pain spread throughout his body in slow motion. She brought she mouth right next to his ear and said: "We want you to know how pain goes from the balls to every part of your body." And it did. The stroke of the knife was quick, but the spread of the intense pain was slow. And it took an age for him to pass out.

Ken regained consciousness on the hard floor. It was rough but warm. It was in front of the throne. He reached down to feel his cock and balls. They were intact. He was relieved. The Chief Goddess spoke again. "You raped thirty women in your past life. One castration is not going to pay for it all." A red head took him to the bench. This time, she just grab hold of his cock and balls and rip everything out by the roots. It went on and on for eons. Ken could not remember how many times he had been castrated. It seemed they used every imaginable way on him. His cockiness was totally gone.

Ken regained consciousness on the hard floor. It was rough but warm. He was in front of the throne. He did not reached down to feel his cock and balls. He knew they were there, to be castrated again. But he was wrong. The Chief Goddess had a cup in one hand and a wand in the other. "Your punishment is over. It is time to go to your next reincarnation. I really want to make you a cockroach. But that would make that huge cock disappear for all eternity. What a waste. So I am going to do you a huge favor and let you keep that huge cock for the lives to come. If you did not have the biggest cock I have ever seen,… Now drink this and be gone." She touched the cup with the wand and it began to smoke. She handed it to Ken who obediently drank it. He turned into a stallion with a huge cock. She pointed the wand at the far wall. A tunnel opened up and the stallion ran into it. The tunnel disappeared and Ken was on his way.

The other goddesses came to protest. "You should not do that. He will surely rape again. Not women. But female horses."

"I don’t think so." Said the Chief Goddess. "I send him to the Kingdom of the Amazons. They castrate all their male animals."