Cory's Joyride
by The Blues
A female car owner teaches a small-time car thief a tough lesson.


Cory had a final glance around the unlit parking lot when he approached his
target. The old, soon-to-be-his pickup truck would be an easy target, and
while it sure wouldn't bring in a lot of cash, it would at least be another
successful hit after a few days of bad luck. Just the other day, he had to
abandon a car and leave the scene for the sake of his own security when the
cops drove by. He was nervous, although he felt this old pickup truck would be
a sure hit, easy as pie.

With a pair of black boots, black jeans and a black, cut-off jean vest over
his naked upper body, he felt stealthy enough for the dark parking lot and
tough enough for his ego. He took a deep, self-confident breath before he
pulled the slim jim out of his vest and shoved it into the door gap of the
truck. He worked quietly and quickly, and when the door finally unlocked, he
threw a final glance over his shoulder to make sure nobody was near. To his
very surprise, a fist hit him hard between the eyes, making him see stars as
he stumbled backwards.

A tall, muscular blonde had sneaked up on him. "You lousy little thief!" she
yelled at Cory, and he barely had a chance to react before she delivered a
powerful punch right under his chin, slamming his mouth shut in a loud crunch.
He almost passed out when he was lifted up in the air by the force of her
punch, and a moment later, he realized he was lying beside the pickup truck
with his back in the dust and blood running out of his mouth.

He barely saw the unknown blonde's leather boot coming when she slammed her
high heel right into his testicles with full force. He yelled and trembled in
agony as the pain shot through his genitals. She silenced him quickly though
when she sat down at his stomach with all her weight, her legs spreadangled to
push his hands down in the dirt with the heels of her cowboy-styled boots.

Cory grasped for breath as he eyed his beautiful attacker. She was a woman in
her early twenties, slim, but astonishingly muscular. Long, blond curls hung
into her face while she stared Cory in the eyes angrily. Her blue jeans fitedt
tightly around her hips, and her huge breasts were packed in a short, black
leather vest decorated with braided roses. She was sexy, and Cory felt his
cock grow harder in his jeans.

"Gotcha, little bastard!" she said and grabbed for his testicles to hold them
firmly with her fist. "Trying to steal my truck, you fucking asshole...!"

Cory moaned in pain, unable to move. "Slut!" he commented and spitted a
mouthful of blood up in her face. After a brief second, she just smiled,
increased the preasure on Cory's balls and wiped the blood out of her face
with her other hand, smearing it into Cory's hair.

"How dare you...?" she moaned and slapped the back of her hand across his face
with tremendous force. His cock trembled. "Oh, so you think this is horny?"
she asked innocently when she felt his hard-on by her fist. Another slap
across his face. "Tell me", she insisted angrily, "do you stupid fucker think
I'm here to turn you on?" He had no time to reply though, as she kept slapping
his face forcefully over and over again, his head moving passively and blood
running out the sides of his mouth with each stroke.

"Can I do anything more for you, mister", she mocked him, "would you maybe
like to fuck me?" With these words, she grabbed his balls as hard as she could
and twisted them half a turn. Though his jeans prevented worse, he screamed in
pain, recieving a few more slaps in his face.

Finally, she released his balls and stood up, leaving him moaning and turning
in the dirt. "I got more for you, fucking thief", she explained, watching
Cory's pain with pleasure, "I'll teach you a fucking lesson trying to steal my
truck..." She bent down and grabbed Cory by the front of his denim vest,
pulling him up on his feet and slamming him against the side of her truck.
Eying the thief quickly, she noticed he still had a huge bulge in his jeans,
obviously enjoing the treatment from the sexy blonde. Breathing heavily, he
licked over his bloody teeth provocatively, looking her deep in the eyes. He
he was in danger, but the angry bitch's treatment had made him too horny to
think clearly.

"Horny Bastard", she grummled and slammed her knee forcefully right in the
front of his jeans. He grasped for breath as his hard penis was hit by her
knee, the pain and preasure pushing pre-cum out of his still-hard cock.

"I'll crush your fucking cock to a pulp", she yelled at him, sending the other
knee right in his penis, followed by a powerful blast with her heel. While he
kept moaning louder and trembling harder with every hit, she only increased
the pace, punching, kneeing and kicking the bulge in his jeans with full
force. He screamed in pain and pleasure when another punch made a huge load of
cum shoot out of his battered penis.

The blonde wouldn't stop though. "Who allowed you to cream your jeans in front
of me?" she just shouted at him when she realized his jeans were soaked with
his warm juice. She continued delivering punches and kicks to his cock,
satisfied with the bulge getting smaller and the target getting softer with
each further hit. "Now are you still horny fucker? Come on, why don't you cum
again...?" she mocked him, torturing his sloppy penis.

Shortly before he faded out, she stopped the cock torture and firmly grabbed
his balls again, this time with both hands. "So you wanna go for a joyride
with my truck, no? You can get what you want, asshole!" With these words, she
pushed him against the side of the truck so hard that he was thrown onto the
cargo bed.

The blonde quickly followed him on the truck, knelt beside him and unzipped
his jeans. "You horny bastard don't even have underwear", she realized,
grabbing into his open jeans and yanking his swollen, sticky genitals out. Her
almost unconscious victim moaned painfully as she tied a strong rope tightly
around the base of his sore balls, then she tied the other end to a railing at
the back of the cargo bed. After she was done, she rubbed his sticky cum from
her hands on his vest.

"Alright then", she said, teasing his blue, sloppy cock with her boots, "let's
go for a joyride." She jumped off the cargo bay, entered the driver's cab and
drove off with her delicate cargo. As she pushed the truck hard along the
straight highway, Cory came to realize the arrangement of the rope and his
balls was no good.

Suddenly the driver hit the brakes so hard Cory would have slammed into the
driver's cab if the rope around his balls hadn't stopped him. Once more, he
screamed in extreme pain, reaching for his testicles only to find them fully
envelopped by the piece of rope. "You fucking bitch!" he yelled towards the
front of the vehicle, only to experience another go-and-stop. He started
whining and screaming into the night, but he found he was too weak to reach
for the railing of the cargo bed. Another sudden brake felt like his balls
were yanked out of his body, and he finally lost consciousness.

It must have been only seconds, probably minutes. Cory woke up with his face
getting slapped over and over again. The pain in his genitals was torturing.
"Oh my God", he murmured.

"Fine, you woke up, bastard." Cory realized he was still lying on the cargo
bed of the pickup truck, with the sexy blonde kneeling to his side. "Have a
look at your genitals, bastard!" Cory tried to raise his head to get a glance
at the condition of his maleness, and what he saw was terrific. The bitch had
removed the rope, leaving his blue, sore genitals sticking out of his jeans.
His balls alone were so swollen they surely wouldn't fit back through the
zipper again, and his penis looked only remotely better than a pulp.

"Fuck you bitch", Cory said, fighting against the tempting idea of falling
back into unconsciousness again. "Ah well, you seem to be fine again, lousy
bastard." Once again, she pulled him up on his feet by his vest. Standing was
so painful he would immediately have collapsed again hadn't she supported his
full weight in her tight grip on his collar. "I'll let your balls survive for
now", she explained, "I guess you've had your lesson. Oh, and I hope you
realize you won't get to fuck anything for some time, not even your fucking
hands."

"I do, Ma'am", he surrendered, staring down at his broken genitals lifelessly
hanging out of his jeans. "Great", she nodded, "now that we're even on this...
Get the fuck off my truck!" She delivered a final heel-kick to his stomach,
sending the thrashed thief flying off the cargo bed, hitting the dirt beside
the road with his back and rolling through the dust, before he finally came to
a standstill in a muddy den to the side of the highway, with his bloody face,
creamed jeans and swollen genitals in the dark brown, dirty mud.

"Next time you try to steal my car I won't be that tolerant!" the hot blonde
yelled after him before she drove off in her old pickup truck.

"Fuck", Cory murmured.