Rachel, Nut Kicker Beginnings Part 1

"Mmm", she moaned, as Billy slipped his hand between her legs, his other on her chest. "We have to stop this", she said again, when he ignored her the first time. When he first pushed her against the wall, she had played along with her long lost lover, but now her senses had returned to her and she knew she had to stop, as she slid her hands from out between his legs.

"You have a wife now, Billy, go home to her", she told him as he shot her a confused look. "I just wanna bust a nut, come on, she will never knew, we could just-", she cut his sentence off with a hard slap. "Oh you will, and if you make me angry I'll even bust both your nuts". She knew it had been a mistake to agree to go out with him, but she felt that she just had to see him after all those years.

He had been one of the few boys who found her a exciting challenge back in high school, no thanks to her nick name of "Nut Cracker". He eventually found himself on the receiving end of several light knees for trying to take her virginity too hard, and they lost contact years later.

"How dare you!", anger surged through his voice as he lunged at her, hands outstretched before she gave him a painful reminder of how she earned her high school nick name. He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wider than ever, as he slowly looked down to find her leg buried in between his thighs. This would have had to be the hardest she had ever kicked him, and his hands flew down to hold himself as she lowered her foot.

"Billy, I didn't want to have to do that, but y-", it was he who cut her off this time, rising and throwing a backhand at her. He succeeded, but her kick had taken out more of him than he realized, and it gently bounced off her. He stood up, half hunched, the ache in his testicles tearing him apart, especially since he been very turned on moments before Rachel introduced her foot to his gonads.

He knew truly what fear was in the following seconds before he blacked out, as Rachel gave him a look no man should want to be on the receiving end of. She moved quickly, as he helplessly tried to stop her, grabbing him firmly by the shoulders and swiftly swinging her foot into his gonads again.

She knew what was to come next, and that if his wife had been planning to have a child with him, it would be extremely difficult and unlikely to happen from what she was going to do to his reproductive organs in order to defend herself next.

A soft and wet sound filled the air, as her foot connected, followed by a near silent scream. She poised his limp body again, as she swung her foot up again, making another similar sound, before she closed in and planted her knee firmly into him several times. The first and second times her knee ploughed into him created loud crunches, but the next few just made pulpy noises, as she let go of him, by unable to support himself, taking a few desperate steps before he collapsed to the ground, his eyes crossed and gently squirming, as he fought back the urge to retch. He attempted to feel around his parts, but his area was numb with pain.

She felt a certain wetness between her legs at the sight of him, as she turned to see several people pointing at them from where they were in the alley. They would get him a ambulance, maybe they wouldn't. She could not have cared less for this brutal man, as she made her way home.

In her bath, she raised her knee, soapy water dripping off the sides, as she felt it with her hand. The solid bone of her knee was a dangerous weapon indeed, she had learnt over the years, as she put men in their place one(or two) at a time, sometimes even permanently. She thought back of how she had been fired from the police force due to a case of excessive force.

What was his name again..? Andrew was it? It was his own fault he couldn't keep his hands to himself, although it was quite sad to see a cute guy like that lose his manhood. Oh how he screamed when the paramedics carried him off.. If all girls could protect themselves like I could, the world would be a much better place. I should open a women's self defense gym someday.

She thought to herself, as she slowly found her hands sliding down between her legs. Her face was flushed by then, as she gasped, her chest heaving as she shuddered. When she was done, she took a long look at herself before the mirror. She could not have helped it, as her mind drifted back to the past, her reflection melting away. She became lesser of height, her waists got slimmer, the thick, coarse patch of hair between her thighs was thinner, not to mention her full breasts becoming smaller. Suddenly, she was back in high school, and she was all alone again..

To be continued..

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