Vengeance: The Prologue

Carol and Jake were the perfect couple. Both young, attractive, energetic, and most of all, completely in love with each other. Regular sex, blowjobs, handjobs, fingerings and eating out accompanied by long late-night cuddle sessions; loads of deep, thoughtful conversation; fortunate compatibility on most of their preferences and an unyielding desire to provide for the other meant their physical and emotional bond was unbreakable. Their relationship grew boundlessly until the unfateful night she arrived.

Hannah.

Hannah was a young exchange student who had arrived from southern London to continue her medical degree at Aachen, where our young couple were located too. From the moment she arrived, one could already tell she was a nightmare in disguise. The way she walked, the way she held up her head, the way she flicked her gaze away from things she decided weren’t worth her precious time, it was clear this girl had an attitude problem. A problem that needed fixing, but unfortunately would cause one too many tragedies until a remedy could be applied.

Her appearance alone attracted the gaze of almost all passers-by, male and female alike:

A defined but delicate face - studded with piercing and arrogant cobalt eyes; a thin, bridged nose; an angular jawline and chin coupled with high cheekbones, and engulfed in a mane of waist-length vanilla blonde hair that flowed around it;

Slender shoulders, accented collarbones, and a smooth, creamy back with two dark moles of equal size just below the bottom of her neck and two deep dimples above the back of her hips;

A perfect pair of round, pert, perky and firm 34D breasts that any woman would envy, and any man would desire, and that bounced rhythmically to complement her stride;

A toned and built midriff that boasted of flexibility and endurance but mostly free of muscle and strength;

A 24-inch waist that led into the curves of her deceptively wide 33-inch hips which covered a tight, thick and pert butt;

A pair of thin but muscular legs, built by a shapely set of thighs and muscularly defined calves;

And all encompassed by her incredibly inflated pride and her often sultry choice of clothing.

Within an hour of setting foot on campus she had already scoured hundreds of potential targets and found her mark – Jake. At the moment he caught her eye, he was walking out of the gym, covered in a loose grey tank top covered in sweat and damp, orange basketball shorts and sporting a black Adidas gym bag slung over his left shoulder.

She was instantly enraptured by the broad, heavy shoulders and the bright hazel eyes, but what stole her gaze the most was the great bulge in the center of his shorts. From the angle she was looking at him, she could partially see through the woven and moist fabric and almost salivated when she saw his lengthy, thick cock and sweaty, pendulous balls dangling in the breeze. She knew that she wanted control over the versatile package that lay underneath, either by hook or by crook.

As she strode past him she made sure to put an extra little spring in her step to bounce her cleavage a little more, flashing him a shiny smile for good measure, too. Jake liked what he saw, and she beamed as she noticed his package tighten when he laid his eyes over her marvelous figure and traced them over every single one of her curves, but also noticed him consciously spin his head away the instant he receded into her peripheral view.

‘A taken man’ she thought to herself.

‘Taken, but open-minded! I like a good challenge…’

Over the course of the next three weeks, Hannah tried her utmost best to procure the goods she wanted. At first, she gave generous views of her legs, butt and especially her cleavage, first in the shared showers and locker rooms, then during conversation, and even during class, but ended up attracting more prying eyes than she cared for.

When visual temptation didn’t work she moved on to emotional attention, regularly asking for his thoughts on her dress sense and appearance, requiring his time to settle her made-up disputes, and often spending hours picking his brain about any topic she could think of.

That didn’t work either, so she advanced to physical enticement: bending over in front of him to provide a very generous view of her ample bosom or shapely derriere; purposely bumping into him around corners; even once ‘accidentally’ dropping her towel after colliding into him in the showers, then taking an inordinate amount of time to pick her towel and clothes back up while he covered his eyes and turned around; pinching his butt in a crowded place or lightly tracing her fingers over his crotch to feel his shaft harden – but despite all her advances, Jake remained true to himself and his bond with Carol and naively convinced himself that Hannah was simply a friendly but clumsy girl who happened to drop into his life every now and then.

Carol wasn’t so convinced, however, and when she got wind of Hannah’s misadventures, Jake received a very stern talking to with strict instructions on how to deal with her when he encountered her next.

And so, the fateful day came.

Jake was walking home from campus, taking his regular shortcut through the local, densely thicketed park to reach his apartment complex, before he heard a sharp wail behind him. He whirled around to see Hannah, mid-fall, about to collide with the floor, and immediately paced to her aid.

“Are you okay?” he inquired as he picked her up off the ground.

“Yea I’m good,” she hobbled, trying to find a suitable seat nearby. She seated herself on the edge of a concrete flower bed, then proceeded to remove her left shoe. As she rubbed her instep vigorously, letting out an exasperated moan that sounded suspiciously naughty, Jake saw a dark strip of red skin on the side of her foot.

“What happened to you?”

“Nothing, just stepped on a tile funny,” she croaked out, continuing to massage her foot.

“Oh, I see. Well, can you walk?”

“I can try… though I’d prefer you take me home.”

“What?” Jake was incredulous.

“What ‘what?’?” she mimicked sarcastically, “You’re really going to run off and leave me to hobble home with only one leg?”

Jake’s face tightened as he remembered Carol’s instructions and tried to dig for excuses, blurting out a series of umms and errs, greeted by Hannah’s sad, guilt-tripping eyes. He finally decided to take her to the nearest bus stop, and be rid of her for tonight, but before he could voice his suggestion, he felt a light tingling on the skin of his left thigh. Slowly the tingling climbed to his hip before clasping onto his manhood, instantly making his shaft turgid.

Jake snapped out of his thoughts and looked at his crotch, greeted by Hannah’s right hand. She massaged and tickled his balls and rubbed the tip of his cock with her thumb, whispering to him,

“Come on… a chance to come home with me is one most guys don’t even finish dreaming about. Why are you so hesitant?”

Gulp.

“Is it your girlfriend?”

Jake responded by staring stressfully into her lustful cobalt eyes and sweating profusely.

Hannah stood up, pulled herself closer to his body, and tightened her grip, though not making it painful.

“She doesn’t have to know, Jake,” she cooed into his ear.

Gulp.

“I can give you a lot more than she can,” she mouthed, strongly tugging the bottom of her top, making her breasts bounce outwards enticingly. Those round, perky, firm boobs, he thought. How it would be to feel them in his hands.

The tip of his erection reached her waist and continued to grow. God, it felt so good!

“Oooh hoh-ho, you like that, don’t you! You sneaky devil!” she giggled, reveling in his helplessness. She flicked her golden locks back by whipping her head backwards and shoved her chest into his. Her gorgeous breasts pressed against his ribs. His cock tightened further, and she began to rub faster. She shut her eyes, moving her face in for a passionate kiss. But what she expected to be a thin set of lips surrounded by a short beard was instead a smoother but much thicker surface.

Her eyelids fluttered open to see his palm wrapped around her mouth. Jake batted her hands away from his crotch and let go of her face. He had finally mustered up the courage to remind himself of his duty. Carol’s instructions, right.

Feebly but surely, Jake had decided to set himself and Hannah straight.

“Look Hannah, you’re an amazingly attractive woman and you’re very friendly and nice but I can’t be with you. I can see you’ve tried many times to make ‘this’ - whatever it is - work, but sadly it’s not going to. I’m sorry if I led you on or anything but I really don’t want to make this a bigger mess than it already is, and by the looks of it you already know why I don’t want to get involved- “

But before he could finish, Hannah had decided to voice her thoughts too,

“Involved in what? You really think I care about the dumb slag you’re dating? I bet the bitch can’t even suck a cock right!”

“First of all, that’s not true, second she’s my girlfriend, not a… umm… ‘slag’, ” He quipped back.

“Well, she doesn’t have to be,”

“Sorry?”

“I don’t mind if you fuck her every now and then, I just want dibs on these goodies,” she moaned tightly as she seized hold of his groin again.

“What? No! She’s not going to be my sidechick! I told you many times and I’m going to tell you once again, ‘we’ are not a thing. Never have been, and never will be.”

She was absolutely furious. He could see the flames burning in the sapphire of her eyes, as if she was going to burn holes straight through his face. But suddenly, she calmed down. A smile started to develop across her face and she loosened her grip on his genitals. Jake closed his eyes and sighed a heavy breath of relief, as Hannah had finally received the message.

She was going to go home, and leave him and Carol alone, but not before her slender fingers gripped his shoulders and a massive THUD! echoed in the vicinity and Jake felt a terribly sharp pain travel up his balls. All the wind had escaped his body and all he could do was screech and tremble, opening his eyes to see Hannah’s knee firmly implanted between his thighs, pinning his nuts to his pelvis and continuing to squash them into the bone. The sharpest point of her knee had ploughed straight into the center of his groin, trapping both his nuts between the two bones. His legs felt like jelly and his knees crumbled inwards. The only force that kept him upright was the lift of Hannah’s knee into his injured balls, which eventually descended and allowed his desperate hands to cup the aching orbs. Jake couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t see, he couldn’t think. He had no idea what was happening, save for the fact he was in pure hell.

Hannah wore a wicked smile on her face, and as soon as she released the grip of her knee he heaved down, falling into a bending kneel. She circled round to his rear end and snapped another sharp toe kick into the exposed backside of his ballsack, where only the tips of his fingers could offer any protection. The second blow lifted his lower half into the air almost an inch, and when it reached the ground again Jake screamed in pain, rolling over on to his back and naturally assumed the fetal position.

But Hannah wasn’t done.

“You’re lucky today, Jake. Turns out you don’t have to walk me home,”

Jake could hear her but wasn’t listening. No sound made sense to him except for his own wails of pain. She circled back around to face him and started to straighten him on the floor.

“And you also don’t have to worry about me controlling your balls!” she squeaked delightfully, separating his legs and lifting them from his feet into the air.

“Say goodbye to your balls, Jake!” She lifted the tip of her knee to a height well above her hips and tensed her thigh muscles.

“Say goodbye to them FOREVER!” As soon as she yelled ‘forever’ her right heel came crashing down onto Jake’s testes, his roar of agony eclipsing her battle cry. She continued to grind her foot as deep as it would go, before lifting it again.

“And EVER!” Another.

“And EVEEERRRR!!!” And another.

With each blow, the force of Hannah’s stomp increased, and so did the volume of Jake’s cry in proportion.

Hannah let go of his legs and Jake scrambled back into a tight fetal position, emitting a faint sobbing accompanied by a droning moan.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be seeing advances from me again.”

She stepped back slowly, whipping her hair back with her fingers and continued to walk backwards for several paces, seemingly backing off. But a more focused expression took over her face, and she suddenly stopped and charged forward towards Jake’s helpless body, ultimately releasing one, last, thundering kick into his balls yet again, with enough force to pelt a bowling ball into a soccer net from the penalty line.

Jake’s eyes bulged, his chest wrenched up and his throat churned itself inside out. His mind was engulfed in a wave of nerve signals and emotions it couldn’t process. His eyes rolled back into his head, and his mouth desperately tried to find air to inhale. He desperately tried to fight the oncoming incapacitation, but there was only so much he could do before slipping into a deep sleep, laying motionless on the cold, concrete ground, as Hannah swerved around and triumphantly marched away.

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Hey everyone! Thank you all for the continued support for my work, I really appreciate all the kind words and suggestions you have provided, and I hope you enjoy this latest addition from my mental workspace. There will also be a bonus chapter going up in the Erotica section almost immediately after this one. It's purely smut, no busting, but a pleasant treat for those of you who enjoy a little bit of vanilla ice cream after a hot chocolate sundae ;) It's not integral to the main busting storyline of the Vengeance series and a completely optional read, but I recommend you read thos small addendum to help set the scene for the first chapter which is already up in the Erotica section.

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