Overkill:
“Rise and shine, dumbshit,” Michelle said as she punched a sleeping Ryan square in the balls.
“GAH!” Ryan screamed, lunging forward in the bed to see Michelle grinning between his legs.
“Ryan that was right in my ear,” Gina whined next to him. She lurched forward, slapped Ryan on his balls, then went back to sleep.
“Ow Gina. You know I can’t move my arms to defend myself.” Ryan shook his arms for emphasis, making the handcuffs the girls had put on him the night before rattle against the bed frame he was locked to.
“Then don’t wake me up again,” Gina said.
“She woke me up,” he looked to Michelle. “Why did you wake me up, didn't you have enough fun with me last night?”
“It wasn’t you I was having fun with,” she looked toward Gina.
“Please,” Ryan said. “We both know that was about punishing me.”
“Every time you stay over I’m allowed to punch you in the balls, remember?”
“I don’t recall if that was the specific deal we agreed to.”
“Too bad,” she rocketed her fist down into his nuts again.
“I definitely didn’t agree to two,” his eyes rolled as he tried to speak softly so as not to disturb Gina.
“That was just for spite,” Michelle explained. “Like this,” then she flicked both balls at the same time, making Ryan stifle another squeal.
“Don’t mess with him too bad,” Gina said. “He went through a lot yesterday at self defense training.”
“Oh, ya. Sorry I missed that, but I had to study,” she leered at Ryan. “In fact that’s why I woke you up. I have a test tomorrow, and you’re going to help me study, just like you promised.
“Tomorrow?” Gina asked. “Oh shit, is it Sunday morning? I have to get to the chapel. Gina went from hungover, to rushing out of bed so fast that she tripped on the bed sheets and fell with a thud knee first onto Ryan’s balls.
“OH GOD!” Ryan yelled.
“Exactly,” Gina said as she prepared for church.
“I don’t understand how someone as wild as you can spend your Sunday mornings doing something as boring as going to church,” Michelle said.
“Trust me it’s a lot more fun than you think,” Gina winked. “Ok bye guy. Try not to cut his balls off Michelle.” Gina closed the door behind her.
“That’s up to him,” Michelle said before turning to Ryan.
“Very funny,” he said. “Just uncuff me so I can help you with your practice questions.”
“Uncuff you?”
“Six.”
“YOWWWWW”
“Seven.”“GAH!”
“Eight”
“Stop! Stop,” Ryan panted.
“I’m sorry Ryan, but I got nine questions wrong, so I have to slap you in the balls nine times. NINE!”
“Mommy. What am I getting punished for your mistakes?”
“Because you’re supposed to be tutoring me. Every question I get wrong is a failure on your part, and you’re going to feel that failure until I’m as smart as you. TEN!”
“EEEEEEEP! You only got nine wrong!”
“Spite again,” Michelle smiled. “Now look at these questions and tell me what I’m getting wrong.”
Ryan stared at the problems for a moment. “It looks like you’re having problems with derivatives.”
“Derivatives?’
“Obviously. Oh-“
Michelle took one of Ryan’s balls in each hand and dug her sharp red thumbnails deep into the meat of them. “If it’s so obvious then you should have no problem explaining it to me right?”
“Michelle… the grip…”
“Incentive,” Michelle said. “I thought you were supposed to be a genius. Now explain this to me like you’re explaining it to a child, which will probably be easier now with the pain keeping all those distracting brain cells busy. You should be able to explain it so I understand it simply. And I’m not letting go until you do.”
“Michelle, please-“
“Thirty seven.”
Michelle was straddling Ryan, still cuffed to the bed. Her tits were against his chest, and her face was right next to his. He might have enjoyed it if he hadn’t come to hate her so much. Or if she hadn’t just kneed him in the balls thirty seven times.
“Thirty eight.”
“There must be a more productive way to learn.”
“Maybe, but the point isn’t to be more productive. It’s for you to be less productive. Less reproductive that is, get it? No? Maybe you need tutoring in biology. Haha. Thirty nine.”
“I don’t even remember what we’re practicing anymore.”
“I’m listing all the numbers, silly. To make sure I know them all for the test.”
“But that doesn’t make any sense-“
“Forty.”
“Ok, I think I get it now,” Michelle said. She was standing on Gina’s bed with each of Ryan’s ankles over one of her shoulders. She was stomping one foot into Ryan’s balls and grinding them as he explained imaginary numbers to her. She had put on her red high heels and was sure to give each ball some time being stabbed by the heel. Gina probably wouldn’t like Michelle wearing shoes on her bed, but after the things Gina did on Michelle’s bed, Michelle didn’t really care if Gina liked it or not. “I’m going to go in the study room down the hall and take a practice test. You sit tight and hope I do well.”
“Would you at least uncut me? My wrists are so sore.”
“Fine, I’ll give your little wrists a break,” she pouted. Michelle took out a key and let Ryan’s hands free.
He massaged his wrists. “Thank. That was a real reLIEF” he yelled as Michelle yanked him by his balls. “What are you doing?”
“Giving your wrists a break,” Michelle said before cuffing Ryans balls to the bed.
“This isn’t what I had in mind,” Ryan said.
“Well I cant just let you go. I’ll need to go over what I get wrong with you when I get back. Now don’t move or it’ll make what I’m about to do worse.”
“What are you about to do?”
Michelle gave Ryan’s nuts a light kick. Still hard enough to send some nausea into Ryan’s stomach, but more importantly it pushed Ryan off of the bed, leaving him dangling upside down by his balls. He was just close enough to the ground that his head brushed it, and allowed him to take just enough weight off his balls that they wouldn’t rip off, but he was still stuck there hanging, and the pressure on his nuts was nearly unbearable.
“MICHELLE!”
“Just hand in there Ryan,” Michelle laughed at her own pun. I’ll be back in two hours. Three hours tops. Wish me luck. Trust me you want me to do well.”
“Seventy three!” Michelle yelled when she reentered the room.
“Is that you god?” Ryan asked, his legs had fallen asleep long ago. “Is my suffering finally over?”
Michelle pulled him back onto the bed by his balls and gave them a firm smack.
“We spend all day studying, and all you manage to get me is a seventy three?”
“That’s still a passing grade.”
SLAP
“I don’t want to pass. I want to Ace it.”
“Ok,” Ryan coughed. “I see your point.”
“Do you?” She asked. “Because I don’t think you’re taking this seriously enough. Yet.” Michelle walked over to her night stand.
“Michelle what are you doing? Michelle? ZZZZZZZZZZGGRGRGRGRGRG!”
Ryan’s whole body seized. His abdomen tightened. He felt like he was gonna vomit as a surge of electricity entered through his balls and surged up the largest nerves in his body to shock his entire system.
“Ouch,” Michelle mocked, brandishing the taser she was holding. “Still as painful as the day of our last test, huh?”
“Professor Deacon’s taser?” Ryan coughed.
“She let me hold onto it after the test,” Michelle smiled. “You know, in case you ever stared at my boobs again,” she said wiggling them in front of him. “Like right now.”
“Wait a minute-“
BUZZ
Ryan’s cough got caught in his throat.
“I’m sorry Ryan. I got you all wrong. I thought slowing your brain down by squeezing until you talked like a five year old was the answer. But I was wrong. We need to speed your thinking up. And nothing is faster than 50,000 volts of electricity straight up your nervous system. So lets get started, we only have all night.”
“ALL NIGHT!”
BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ
“MIIIIIIICHELLLLLLLLE I-I-I-SN’T-T-T-T-T THIIIIIIS-S-S-S A LI-TTTTTT-LE MUUUUUUCH?”
“Some might call it overkill,” she said, moving the taser to his spermatic cords, “but I say you can never be too prepared.”