A Woman Scorned

Heather Graystone's car came to a screeching halt outside of the nondescript, modest bungalow - one of a dozen virtually identical little houses that lined the street. Her face was flush with anger and beads of sweat formed almost instantly on her forehead from the balmy evening air as she made her way up the short walk to the house.

When she reached the door she pounded non stop until a young woman whose black hair was a stark contrast to Heather's blonde, opened the door in surprise.

"You whore!" Heather shouted as she barged into the house.

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Cling!

Heather's nearly over flowing cocktail glass clanged into Jennifer's as the two ladies started sipping another cocktail.

"So you're the quote-unquote study group he can't miss on Tuesday?" Heather laughed.

Jennifer, the dark haired girl who lived in the bungalow, nodded while sipping her drink.

"Incredible,"

"What a pig!"

Heather had come to Jennifer Parker's house fully ready to confront the woman her boyfriend Xander was cheating on her with. What she found instead was an equally hoodwinked Jennifer who thought herself to be Xander's 'girlfriend.

After it became obvious that they were both victims of a philandering, horny college jock, the two woman were laughing at themselves and sharing stories about Xander over cocktails. They determined any hard feelings would be put to better use targeted at Xander than each other. Heather and Jennifer were both juniors at Amajor University, petite young woman with similarly curvaceous frames and pretty, youthful faces. Blond haired Heather ran in a more conservative circle than dark haired Jennifer - a much more outspoken girl - so the two rarely crossed paths. However, aside from their almost-feud over their shared boyfriend, senior Xander White, the two had no qualms with each other.

"What a jerk. Playing us like dumb bitches for months," Jennifer sighed putting down her glass.

Heather nodded in agreement "Well I'm glad we found out before he could keep stringing us along. Sorry again I nearly beat your door down."

Jennifer laughed "Oh, girl. I would have done the same thing. Too bad it wasn't Xander you were beating on."

The two young ladies chuckled and clanged their glasses again.

"So, what should we do about it? I liked your beating him idea,"

Jennifer’s face scrunched as if in deep concentration. then set her cocktail glass down and left the room without saying anything. She returned a few moments later carrying a small wooden black box with strange symbols carved into the lid. Heather looked down at the box curiously as Heather set it on the cocktail table.

"What's in there? A gun?" Heather asked quite seriously.

Jennifer opened the box, which had a worn leather bound book and several tiny vials inside, "No, nothing like that."

Jennifer picked up the book and leafed through the pages, which appeared to be written in Greek. Heather could make out bits and pieces from what she remembered from freshman level Greek, but the majority of it was indecipherable. Finally, Jennifer stopped on a page with a language Heather didn’t' recognize.

"Are you familiar with voodoo?" Jennifer asked, her voice taking on a darker tone.

Heather nearly choked on her cocktail in surprise.

"Yes, I've heard of it. But I'm not seeing how it relates."

Jennifer gave Heather a knowing smile; "Well, just wait and see. Xander messed with the wrong girls."

Heather wasn't at all sure what Jennifer was getting at, but her matter of fact tone in speaking of Xander's pending retribution brought a smile to her face.

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Xander White strolled confidently down the walk to Jennifer's bungalow. He was a large, athletic college student whose six foot nine muscular frame was topped out with a mess of shaggy brown hair. A well manicured goatee added years to his otherwise youthful twenty-five year old face. His bulging pecs and abs were being hugged by a light blue polo, the short sleeves of which were straining to hold in his massive biceps. A pair of form flattering stone washed jeans, a large bulge visible at the crotch, and a pair of brown leather loafers finished his casual date night outfit.

"Xander, you're on time for once,"

Jennifer smiled led as Xander leaned in to give the much shorter young lady a kiss.

"You look smokin' babe!" he remarked sincerely as she closed the door behind him.

Jennifer was wearing a flattering one-piece black dress with an open back and slit up the left leg that went just beyond the knee. Her black hair, which was usually only in simple curls, had been styled in a sophisticated high bun, the style of which was vaguely familiar to Xander. Her makeup, which she seldom wore, was expertly applied and made her look even prettier than she naturally was, especially the cherry red lipstick that Xander was imagining would end up on his cock by night's end.

"Oh? This old thing?" Jennifer said spinning to show off her outfit, "A new friend helped me pick it out,"

Xander smiled and reached to kiss Jennifer again but she stepped back.

"Maybe you'd like to meet her?"

Xander rose an eyebrow quizzically, "Um. Sure, maybe sometime."

"How about now. Heather, can you come out here?" Jennifer called toward the bedroom.

"Heather...?" Xander's voice trailed as Heather emerged from the bedroom.

Heather was in a duplicate dress as Jennifer, only hers was white. Heather's hair was also styled in a high bun and she was holding a bejeweled white evening clutch in her hand.

"Actually, Jennifer picked out these dresses. She's quite stylish," Heather said smiling, stopping when she was shoulder to shoulder with Jennifer.

Xander, stammering for words, took a step back. He went to speak but was silenced by a dismissive wave of Jennifer's hand.

"Save it, ass hole. Did you bring them, Heather?

Heather smiled and reached into her clutch, pulling out two rubber balls about the size of billiards, and handed one to Jennifer. Heather tossed the clutch aside so that she was only holding the rubber ball then both she and Jennifer stood looking at Xander, eying his crotch.

"What the Hell?" Xander's face was beet red and his palms were turning sweaty despite his best effort to play it cool.

"You do know I dabble in magic, don't you." Jennifer began.

Xander rolled his eyes derisively and took a step toward the women.

"You stupid bitch, what the hell..."

Jennifer spoke over him, chanting something in a language that sounded like a cross between Latin and French. It was quite foreign to Heather and Xander but Jennifer was speaking it quite fluently. The lights in the home dimmed slightly and in the distance a car alarm could be hear blaring as she finished her incantation.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" Jennifer said, mocking Xander's irritation.

"You crazy bitch. I thought you were going to stop that hocus pocus Wican bullshit."

"And who are you to be calling anyone a crazy bitch," Heather shouted in an uncharacteristically harsh tone, affronted by Xander's attack on her new friend.

Without thinking, Heather lifted the ball she was holding so that it was eye level with Xander and squeezed as hard as she could.

"Oooh!" Xander screamed, his voice cracking, as he clutched his crotch and crumbled to his knees.

"What the fuck! Ooooh!" Xander's grip on his crotch increased as Heather continued to squeeze the ball in her hand.

As she gradually let go, the sudden, mysterious pain in his left nut subsided.

Xander, in shock and breathing heavily, looked at the two woman, tears streaming down his face.

"Aww, we made him cry," Jennifer laughed.

"And we only just started. Jenny, this is amazing," Heather gave the ball in her hand another squeeze and Xander howled in pain.

"You see, Xander. I guess my 'witch shit' isn't bullshit after all." Jennifer said as Xander started to rise to his feet.

She placed her rubber ball on the ground, lifted her foot and stomped the pointed tip of her high heel into it.

Xander's eyes crossed and he let out a blood curdling howl as his hands raced to cup his inexplicably injured nuts. He felt like his right nut had just been stabbed with a knife. Jennifer lifted her foot and sent the heel crashing into the ball again.

Xander jumped from surprise and screamed, falling to the ground in heap.

"What's happening.... OOOH!" Xander sobbed and thrashed on the floor as Jennfer threw her rubber ball to the ground, where it landed with a hard thump.

"Looks like he have you have you by the balls," Jennifer laughed as she picked her rubber ball back up.

The two young ladies stood over the stricken jock, not even trying to mask their delight in watching him flay about, his hands clutching the crotch of his tight jeans. They gave him several minutes to nurse his throbbing genitals before Jennifer ordered him to stand up.

"I said stand!" she roared as Heather looked on smiling. Jennifer squeezed the ball in both of her hands, compressing it into a rubber oval.

"Ooh fuck!" Xander wailed as he struggled to get to his feet.

The slower he was, the more Jennifer squeezed. His eyes were watering and it felt like his right nut was going to implode. When he was finally standing. his knees were still slightly bent and he was cupping his crotch. The buff jock winced in pain and looked at the two women in confusion.

"What's going on?" he managed to get out through gritted teeth.

"I told you, we have you by the balls. I have the right one and Heather has the left. Let's show him."

Both women held their rubber balls just inches from Xander's face and squeezed, alternating between left and right. Xander watched in horror as each squeeze corresponded with a nagging, painful squeeze in his balls. He was speechless by this impossible event, but the evidence was clear; the two woman were somehow crushing his testicles without even touching him.

"Please... please sto--- OOOH!"

Xander began sobbing as Heather's heal smashed onto her rubber ball which she had placed on the ground. Xander's hands raced to his crotch in a panic. He was sure his left testicle had been punctured. The nut was throbbing and sore, but still whole.

"Strip." Jennifer barked.

Xander, who was back on his knees from the pain of having his left nut virtually stomped, looked up at them in wide eyed terror.

"I said strip!" Jennifer cupped her ball and balled a fist, preparing to pound it.

"No! No! Please, I'll do it!" Xander said getting to his feet.

He was sobbing as he peeled off his polo, revealing his hairy, rippling upper body. His chest was heaving and he was giving the girl's pleading expressions as he unbuckled his belt and slowly began removing his slacks, mindful not to bump his throbbing testicles as he did so.

Despite their disdain for him, both of the women couldn't help but admire Xander's truly gorgeous, muscular body, especially the mounding genitals clearly visible through his tight white boxers.

"Take 'em off," Jennifer said pounding the ball in her hanad with her fist.

Xander shrieked "Okay! Okay!"

He removed his underwear and stood in front of the women totally nude. He was still unable to believe that something so seemingly impossible was happening, but a quick squeeze of Heather's wrist, that corresponded with a sharp pain in his left nut, assured him that it was actually happening. Heather in particular was enjoying the feeling of dominance she was having over the hulking jock. Xander had never been violent with either of them, but if he wanted to he could have easily taken out Heather and Jennifer. But here he was, a nearly seven foot rugby player being held captive by two petite coeds.

Xander's huge nuts were throbbing and beet red, as if they had actually been being squeezed and hit. The egg sized gonads were tight against Xander's body, his thick penis - five inches flaccid - drooped lazily to the left.

The two women stood admiring the handsome stud for several minutes, rolling their voodoo balls in their hands gently. Xander's face flashed with embarrassment as the his balls felt the massaging and despite his fear he could feel his cock starting to stir.

"Please. Please stop." Xander said pleading as his ten inch cock stuck out like a metal pole from his body.

"What a hunk," Jennifer said in true admiration, "Too bad we're gonna have to neuter him."

Xander's eyes grew wide and he took a step toward them, "No! Nooo!"

The big stud's advance was instantly stopped as he fell to his knees clutching his crotch. Both the women were squeezing their respective ball as hard as they could.

"OooH!" Xander's screaming was a loud, inhuman continuous drone as they relentless squeezed and kneaded his manhood for ten minutes straight.

Xander could feel his testicles being crushed and squeezed as if by invisible hands, but was powerless to stop it. Jennifer took her ball and began squeezing it between her thumb and fingers, making Xander's actual nut begin to bulge and compress in the middle. He let out a girlish scream and pleaded with her to stop.

"Please! You're gonna' pop it... please!" Xander begged as he writhed on the ground.

Jennifer and Heather let up their grip and let Xander, who was rolling on the ground like an injured animal, catch his breath.

"Isn't this fun," Jennifer asked laughing.

"Yes, very! Why haven't we talked before?" Heather said smiling, raising her ball in the air.

THUMP!

The two balls collided like as if the two were making a toast with Xander's balls and the feeling of his testicles crashing into each other made Xander wail in agony. He managed to get to his feet and clasped his hands together in front of his chest, begging.

"Please! I"m sorry! I'm sorry! Just stop this.. OOOH!"

The girls giggled as they watched Xander's huge right nut dimpling in the middle as if beign crushed in a vice. Jennifer kept squeezing and squeezing the ball in her hand, causing Xander's right nut to deform.

"Oh God!" Xander screeched as he felt the membranes of his right nut starting to collapse. He looked down in horror as his oversized ball got flatter and flatter, as if it were being squeezed by a giant invisible hand. He instinctively reached for it to comfort it, but could do nothing to stop the pain. He fell to his knees sobbing as his nut got flatter... and flatter... and flatter. He could feel it was about to rupture and was pleading and begging for Jennifer to stop.

"Oh, let me try something," Heather said throwing her ball to the ground.

The impact sent shock waves through Xander's left nut and Heather kicked off her heels. She placed her small foot on the rubber ball and slowly began lifting her other foot so that she was balancing on one foot on the ball. Jennifer offered her an arm for balance and Heather began bouncing mericlessly on the ball.

Xander blacked out as his right nut got dangerously flat, resembling a blood red pancake. Heather kept bouncing, fully expecting the helpless jock's testicle to explode as it got flatter adn flatter.

"Come on! Crush it!"

Heather kept bouncing on the red ball before switching it up to simply hopping on it with one foot. They watched as Xander's ball kept being squeezed and crushed by an invisible force, dimpling at the middle as the enormous organ was squashed flatter... and flatter...

Xander's head shot up and he let out a howl as a resounding SQUICK echoed in his body. He looked down at this sack to see his right nut had fractured in half.

He cupped his crotch and cried out "OH GOD! STOP! Please stop!"

Xander was sobbing and nursing his half ruined sack, much to the girls' delight.

Jennifer walked up to him and knelt down, now eye to eye with the sobbing young man. She gave him a quick kiss on the forehead as she ran a hand gently through his shaggy brown hair.

Xander looked up at her pleadingly. He had never felt so totally vulnerable in his life and was hopeful his sincerely apology and begging would spare him any more harm.

"Tell you what. If you jack off for us, I'll remove the enchantment," Jennifer said reaching for the ball Heather was holding.

She nodded at Heather who went off into the kitchen, disappearing for what to Xander seemed like several minutes. She returned into the living room carrying a large, shiny metal box. Whatever it was seemed to be more bulky and awkward than actually heavy, it's relative size made larger against her petite frame. Jennifer chuckled at the site of it and it took Xander's pain wracked mind nearly thirty seconds to recognize the mystery object as a sleek, stainless steel microwave oven.

She set it down on the coffee table and plugged it in, which was Jennifer's cue to place both of the rubber balls into the machine.

"Oh God, no! Please! For God's sake..." Xander screamed as he heard the microwave beep as Jennifer entered in an inordinately long cooking time into the control panel.

"Start stroking," Heather barked.

Xander couldn't take his eyes off the microwave – more specifically Jennifer's small finger dancing over the power button – as he spit in his hands and began furiously pumping his cock. Despite the throbbing, unbearable pain coming from his crushed testicle, Xander was able to will himself to a full erection. The two ladies watched, licking their lips as Xander pumped all ten inches of his veiny thick cock with both hands. The mushroom head swelled and started dripping precum as he closed his eyes, trying desperately to think of the hottest visuals he could in order to blow his load.

"Better hurry," Jennifer said as she continued to run her finger perilously close to the microwave's shiny 'ON' button.

Xander tried to ignore her taunts as he felt his tortured load starting to boil in his nuts.

Heather screamed "He's getting close! Do it!"

Xander barely registered with Heather had said and opened his eyes wide just as a rope of jizz erupted from the head of his cock.

He was still shooting when he cried out "Noooo!" and attempted to make it to the microwave, but his knees buckled under his explosive orgasm...

He was spewing a third rope of cum when Jennifer's hand touched the power button of the microwave. Xander's eyes crossed and he instantly collapsed as the microwave began heating the rubber balls. Although the rubber balls themselves weren't being damaged, the enchantment on his testicles made them both instantly heat up. Xander sobbed as he felt his testicles getting hotter and hotter, his entire sexlife literally being boiled from the inside out. It felt like someone was applying a branding iron directly to his sack. The rapidly expanding liquids in his scrotum made his sack puff and grow like a heinous, flesh colored balloon. Xander let out a howl as his left nut violently exploded in the sack. His swelling right nut lasted a moment longer before it too burst with a wet SPLOSH that was audible even over his inhuman screams.

The jock, who had long since fell on his back, kicked his legs in the air and screamed "OOOO!" once more before blacking out.

Jennifer and Heather kept the microwave going for another minute and watched as his nearly flattened sack rose and bubbled in random spots as the nearly liquified contents continued to cook.

Jennifer turned off the microwave and the two made their way over to the fallen stud. Xander's legs were spread wide, totally exposing his junk. His deflated cock was still leaking bloody semen and Heather reached out to examine his scrotum. She smiled as she felt the mushy remains of his destroyed testicles. Xander's once huge, solid testicles had literally melted into gook apart, turned to shredded gore in the mushy, lumpy sack.

"There's still some lumps left," Heather called to Jennifer.

Jennifer reached into the microwave and tossed a ball to Heather. They both smiled at each other as they placed the balls on the ground and proceeded to stomp on them, enjoying the wet SPLOSHING sounds coming from Xander's crotch as they watched his scrotum get flatter and flatter until it was nothing but a totally flattened mass on the ground. The two women felt their crotches getting wet as they mangled and crushed the hapless jock's sex life into a gooey, liquified mess.

When they were satisfied Xander would never be able to father a child, they stopped stomping and Jennifer said an incantation in the same strange dialect as before. The lights dimmed again and the rubber balls presumably became ordinary rubber balls again, no longer attached to Xander's now totally mushed nuts.

"Guess that'll teach him to ever try that again," Heather said smiling as she looked down the passed out Xander's pancake-flat sack.

“Oh, we aren't quite done,” Jennifer smiled as she disappeared into the bedroom.

Jennifer came out of the bedroom carrying a dildo that was a near perfect replica of Xander's massive cock. Heather beamed as Jennifer again chanted in her mysterious dialect, causing the lights to again dim briefly.

Jennifer smiled as the handed the now enchanted rubber cock to Heather, who quickly grasped it in both hands and began twisting and stretching it. To her delight, they watched as Xander's actual cock began twisting and pulling in unnatural directions. She smiled at Jennifer as she tossed the rubber cock to the ground.

She rose her foot over it and stomped over and over. Huge bruises and welts started to appear all over Xander's once beautiful cock as it was brutally flattened. Soft, squishing SPLATS echoed from Xander's cock as his jock meat was pounded by the angry coed.

“Oh! I have an idea!” Jennifer suggested, motioning for Heather to stop her ruthless stomping.

By then, Xander's cock had split in several places like an over stuffed sausage breaking out of its casing, and it was obvious it would never again be able to inflate to its ten inch glory.

“Let's see what happens when we put it in the blender,” Jennifer said licking her lips and smiling.

Heather wasted no time picking up the dildo and following Jennifer into the kitchen. They tossed it in and carried the blender back into the living room, plugging it in next to the microwave.

“Okay, here we go! Five.. four... three...”

Jennifer counted down slowly, her hand hovering over the blender's power button and both of their eyes locked on Xander's about-to-be mutilated cock.

“...two... one!”

“Do it!”

Jennifer depressed the button, her panties now soaked, and smiled cruelly as Xander's abused, but still huge, flaccid dick instantly exploded into a shower of meaty chunks.