Troublemaker Jaz
by The Blues
A shady deal ends in pain and mess for two toughball criminals when Jaz makes her move...


Jaz observed the place thoroughly when she stepped inside in all her beauty.
The filthy bar presented itself dark and gloomy even though it was only late
afternoon. As expected, she was the day's first visitor to a place that would
be bristling with beer-spilling, horny scum later during the night.

The regular alcoholics and toughguys would probably try to give her a hard
time, had she arrived later. She had a handsome, dark-teinted angel's face,
her long black hair tied to a ponytail curling down her back. Her skintight
pair of light blue jeans emphazised her curvy hips and would already drive
most men nuts. A cropped denim jacket matched her jeans, stretching around her
breasts like it was sprayed on, leaving her slim belly naked. Semi-unbuttoned,
it acted more as a halter for her bare breasts, hardly keeping them inside.
The clacking sound of her shiny, black high-heel boots attracted the
barkeeper's attention as she walked up to the counter.

"Hey, there", she said in her sweetest voice.

"Hey, sexy, haven't seen you here before", the barkeeper grinned, choosing to
stare at Jaz's revealing curves rather than her shiny, ebony eyes. He was a
tall, muscular toughguy with dark, wild hair falling down his shoulders and a
skimpy lambskin vest thrown loosely over his bare chest. Jaz might have found
him cute, hadn't he been the first soon-to-be-target of her nasty plan. She
eyed him with some interest, noticing how his dark jeans were tight enough to
reveal the outlines of his male package. She wouldn't have any trouble aiming
for his weak spot.

"I'm new in town", she smiled, "just looking for some fun place to spend the
evening." As she took seat at the bar, she pulled the front of her jean jacket
down her belly as if she would comfort herself, effectively showing off its
tight fit.

"You'Ve come to the right place, sugar", the barkeeper nodded, "how can I
serve you?"

She noticed how the bulge in his jeans grew to respectable size. Realizing she
could as well take the quick route to success, she reached out for the front
of his jeans, touching the bulge and feeling out his cock through the thick
fabric. "Not sure", she smiled, "anything special on offer?"

The tall guy was speechless for a moment, moaning a bit under her gentle
rubbing his cock and balls. "You naughty little bitch..." he grinned, staring
at the lone visitor with helpless fascination. He had grown rock-hard within a
few moments, his balls fully ladden. It was time to strike.

"I know", she acknowledged as she closed her fist firmly around both his heavy
balls. A terrific scream came out of his mouth as he trembled in her painful
grip. She felt his tightly compressed balls pumping in her fist, shooting
their voluminous load out his cock. Shot after shot of his warm juices was
squeezed out of his balls, soaking the front of his jeans wet and sticky.

Jaz took a second to grin at the embarassing result of her attack before she
drove her fist under his jaw full-force, silencing his scream with the
crunching sound of a jaw slammed shut. The hit would have thrown him over,
hadn't she kept him close with her painful grip to his balls. She went on with
a straight punch to his nose, then continued the treatment slamming her fist
against both his cheeks, fast-paced. His body was rocking back and forth from
her ruining his face, held in place only by her hand at his balls, effectively
yanking them far out of his body with each hit. "Where's the cash?" she
finally chose to ask, looking straight in his sore and bloody face, still
holding him by the nutsack. Some of his own weight compressed his testicles as
he desperately tried not to collapse into her fist.

It took him a few seconds to get back to full consciousness before he said:
"Fuck you bitch!", driving his own fist forward in a surprising attempt to
fight back. Jaz released him and ducked under the counter in an instant. He
failed to hit her, falling face-down onto the counter from the power of his
own desperate fist-swinging. In a second, Jaz had jumped over to his side of
the bar, ready to strike from behind while he was still trying to recover. As
he lay there, bent over the counter with his legs spreadangled to release some
pain from his balls, she took her chance to kick him in the testicles from
behind. He screamed in terror when the pointy tip of her boot hit him right in
the package repeatedly, making his hips and legs bounce up and down along the
side of the counter.

After a couple of those blows, he was barely moaning, and although Jaz enjoyed
the merciless kicking quite a lot, she decided it was about time to talk
again. She slammed her pointy heel right between his backpockets, burrying his
jeans deep in his ass and pushing his sore testicles against the rim of the
counter. Pinned like that, she pulled his head and chest from the counter by
his distressed, long hair so his position resembled something remotely
upright. "Where's the cash?" she asked yet again.

His answer was more of a helpless moaning, but it sounded a bit like: "There
in the counter... Aww..."

It wasn't the answer Jaz was longing for. Grabbing for the front of his vest,
she yanked him around to to face her. He looked sorry, hanging there in her
grip by his vest, his face badly ruined and his jeans wet with his own cum.
Just to make sure she was serious, she rammed her knee right into his messy
crotch, almost lifting him back on his feet for a brief moment. "Not that
cash, yo stupid shit", she yelled, "the cash from the deal. The cash your
courier is supposed to collect today."

"Shit", he moaned, "aw... I dont't have any..."

"Of course you have!" Jaz insisted, kneeing him in the damaged nutsack yet
again. She hadn't gone through weeks of planning and extracting information
just to be fooled by some cute loser who thought his balls were tough. Even
worse, he was about falling unconscious from that last hit. She had to
bitch-slap his face quite a bit to get his attention back. "Where's the cash?"
she urged him in a tone that made it perfectly clear she wouldn't ask again.

"Hidden", he mumbled, hardly able to get a clear word out of his mouth, "by
the toilet... A loose plank..."

"You see", she nodded happily, as she let him drop to his knees like a sack of
potatoes, "it wasn't that hard after all." She zipped behind him for a gentle
kick against his spine, forcing him to bend over and crawl on all four. "Show
me the cash. You lead the way. Mind you I can still destroy what's left of
your balls if you try anything."

He was crawling slowly, stopping and collapsing occasionally. She regularly
had to push her heel straight in his ass, or push and roll his balls with the
tip of her boot to remind him of his task and push him forward. His genitals
looked terribly swollen from behind, forming a huge package in his tight
jeans. She enjoyed her superiour position in this little game a lot, though
she had to focus on the essentials: Get him to the hidden cash as quickly as
possible before the first guests would arrive, or worse, the courier.

The humiliated barkeeper reliably lead the way to the toilet. "There it is",
he coughed, removing a loose plank from the dirty, stinking floor and
revealing a plastic bag. Jaz observed the salvage with her heel lifted, ready
to strike his balls.

"Good", she said when he opened the bag to reveal packages of
hundred-dollar-bills. He didn't dare turning around to face her, leave alone
trying to get up from his inferiour position. Satisfied with the result of her
hard work, she patted his ass softly. When she thought a glimmer of hope for
her leaving him alone might have come to his mind, she kicked him in the belly
from the side, rolling him over.

"Shit", he coughed after a while, lying on his back, his well-trained body
stretched lifelessly over the dirty, pissed floor of his badly-maintained
restroom. Jaz also noticed the bulge in his sticky jeans was still the size of
an average semi-hard-on. Either he had enjoyed some of her treatment, or his
sloppy dick alone was still of considerable size. Either way, it made a
perfect final target. "No, shit I..." he begged when she raised her foot to
stomp on it.

Her pointy heel crashed hard into his sloppy cock, forcing the air out of his
lungs and some piss straight into his jeans. When she realized she had gotten
him unconscious, she revealed some duct tape from the inner pocket of her
jacket to immobilize him. She spent quite a bit of tape to make sure he
couldn't break free in the minutes to come. The rest of it went around his
bloody mouth, silencing him for good. His head started to move and wind a bit
during her fixing him to the floor, his eyelids trembling. He was coming back
from the land of dreams, so Jaz decided to take a few more moments teasing
him. After all, a bit of fun at work always made a happier day.

She set one foot on his aching sloppy cock, pushing and rolling it around
under his creamed and pissed jeans, attracting his slowly returning attention.
"A pitty", she said, staring down into her silenced victim's angry eyes, "you
might have made a good cheap fuck." She fingered the front of her own jeans,
rubbing it against her pussy. His muscular arms tried to break free from the
tape as she teased his damged cock, playing with herself over his embarassing
position. His mouth taped shut wouldn't allow him to scream and yell at her
either. He realized quickly his lousy attempts at breaking free only made her
hornier, leading to her boot squeezing his aching cock even harder. Even
worse, it started to grow under the pressure, though it hurt horribly.

Jaz grinned at him, moaning a bit as she kept stimulating her own pussy
through her jeans. With satisfaction, she watched the bulge in his jeans grow,
absolutely sure that it was a plain torture for him how his damaged balls
tried to supply his damaged cock with cream under the painful pressure of her
shiny high-heel boot. He couldn't move, he couldn't scream, he couldn't avoid
an erection, he couldn't even get his eyes off her sexy curves as she tortured
his oversized symbol of maleness, rubbing her own crotch with serene pleasure.

"Joe, you stupid fuckhead!" somebody yelled from the bar. "Where the fuck are
you, I've got something for you!"

Alright, Jaz thought, taking her hand off herself. It was finally time to stop
celebrating the success of phase one and move on to the final phase of her
plan. She raised her foot above her victim's genitals, then stomped straight
in his balls, her heel burrying itself deep in his swollen package. The
humiliated barkeeper released more of his cum uncontrollably, messing up the
wet, yellowish front of his jeans even worse. His scream was silenced by the
duct tape as he faded back to black.

Jaz took a few more seconds to wash the blood from the back of her hands at
the dirty hand basin before she stepped out the restroom.

The guy waiting at the bar impatiently was probably quite surprised by a sexy
chick responding to his call, though she couldn't tell from the look on his
face - he preferred to hide his identity under a black motorcycle helmet, all
dressed up in black leather gear. "Hey, who the fuck are you bitch?" he
greeted her. "Where's my man?"

She didn't doubt for a second that he was the courier she had been waiting
for. He had a big rucksack with him, resting close to him on the counter,
obviously the merchandize she was looking for. He looked fairly tough in his
his sporty, black scooter jacket, fitting black pants and a pair of boots that
would probably break her face easily, would he get the chance. His face and
identity covered under his gear, he had something enigmatic to him, an
anonymous, tough-talking figure.

"Your contact isn't there yet", she claimed, walking up to the visitor, her
hips swinging. "He had to take care of an important issue."

"An important issue?" the courier yelled at her. "What fucking important
issue? Do you stupid rednecks think I have the time to fucking wait?"

"Sorry for the inconvenience. He knows you wouldn't want to wait", Jaz
explained, moving closer, "that's why he hired me to make your stay as
comfortable as you please... In any way you please." She smiled at him, gently
pulling him closer by his push-button collar.

"Wait a minute", he demanded, though his tone had already gotten a lot easier,
"I'm not here to..."

She interrupted him by unzipping his leather pants and reaching inside. He
moaned a bit as she maneuvered his cock out, grinning at him face to helmet.
His gloved hands couldn't help but reach for her denim jacket and start
unbuttoning it, revealing her hard nipples as her tits literally popped out.
Staring at her breathtaking features, his cock grew rock-hard in her hand. It
was time to strike.

"Go fuck yourself", she smiled, as she bent his hard-on down so hard she could
squeeze it right against his nutsack from below. He screamed in pain as she
used his own rock-hard cock as a weapon to push and roll over his balls
mercilessly. When she released him to take a step back for a hard kick, it
whipped right back into position, sticking straight out his pants and
releasing some cum uncontrollably. His load hit Jaz and messed her up with a
thin streak of his warm juice reaching all the way from her tigh over her
belly to the unbuttoned front of her jacket. The milked courier fell to his
knees, holding his aching balls.

"Fuck, look at what you've done", Jaz yelled at him, looking down her
messed-up denim outfit. She punished her kneeling victim with a powerful kick
to the visor of his helmet, buckling him over. Lying on his back, no signs of
pain or emotion in his featureless helmet, his semi-hard cock still sticking
out his black gear looked way too inviting for Jaz to resist. She stomped
straight on it, head-on, breaking it right at its base. He cried like a
slaughtered pig.

"Shut up you stupid fuck", she demanded, dragging him up from the floor by the
collar of his scooter. Hanging in her grip, he was kneed in the balls quite a
couple of times, releasing a painful, moaning noise and some droplets of cum
and piss with each hit. More of his juices dripping on her thigh, Jaz grew
even angrier. She delivered a powerful swivelling kick to his stomach that
sent him flying a few feet backwards, slamming straight into the counter and
rolling over it. He fell to the floor on the other side of the dirty counter,
lying down there moaning in agony.

Jaz jumped after him over the bar, landing in his stomach with both her heels
pointing down. He made a short-lived noise resembling a cough as the air was
forced out of his lungs, moments before Jaz let herself drop to the knees
straight over him. Her knees crashed right into his genitals,
shock-compressing his cock and balls once again. "You ain't looking that tough
now, eh Mr. X?" she mocked the unrecognizable biker, kneeling in his damaged
testicles.

No face, no identity, no mercy - he was nothing but a toy for her. She pulled
him back to his feet by his jacket, then pushed him stumbling against the
shelves of cheap beverages. A few bottles fell from the shelves as he crashed
into them. One hit him straight on top of his helmet, breaking and spilling
cheap whiskey all over his outfit. Jaz grabbed him by the balls to keep him in
an upright position, supporting his weight where it hurt most. Her other fist
burried itself deep in his stomach when she punched him full-force. He bent
over as he desperately wanted to collapse, though Jaz' strong grip to his
balls wouldn't let him. She kept punching her anonymous victim in the belly
over and over again, her unbuttoned jean jacket swinging around her
hard-nippled, bouncing breasts.

When she considered him softened up enough, she took a step back to kick him
in the stomach yet again, moments before gravity would have drawn him to the
floor anyway. His weakened body crashed back against the wooden shelves,
tearing them down and collapsing into a mess of cracked wood and spilled
beverages. Leaning against the wall messed up in all sorts of sticky, stinking
drinks, his sloppy, broken cock was still hanging out between his spreadangled
legs.

"Next time you feel like spilling your cum over me, I won't let you get away
with such a little bit of slapping", she promised, buttoning up her denim
jacket until her bare tits were packed up again. She took another glance at
the streak of cum reaching up to her breastpocket before she added: "Punk",
stomping him straight in the balls. He was still making a distant noise, so
she decided to finish him off. Her heel crashed straight down in his nutsack
three times in a row before she decided the little leather slut has had
enough. She was confident he wouldn't ride a bike for quite a while, leave
alone chase her down.

She picked up his rucksack from the counter, taking a quick look inside - it
was indeed the merchandize she had been out to get. After all, her job had
been a success, and she's had her fun, too. She put the rucksack on with a
superiour grin at the ruined biker gear, then visited the restroom once more,
where the barkeeper was still taped to the floor helplessly.

"Good morning, sexy", she greeted him, picking up the bag of money she had
left there, "still comfortable?" She took a moment to try and whipe some of
the cum from her outfit with a piece of toilet paper, but most of it had
already been soaked up. The guy tried to yell something at her, but his
attempts were inhibited by the duct tape over his mouth. "No need to say
thanks", she grinned, dropping the messy piece of toilet paper over his face.
"After all, I've had my fun, too." Jaz took a final look in the mirror,
washing her hands and taming a few streaks of hair before she left. On her way
out, she walked right over the barkeeper, stepping on his chest, stomach and
swollen cock with her pointy heels. It made him try to scream in pain one
final time before she left the place through the backdoor.

Satisfied with the outcome of her hard and dedicated work, she entered her
pitch black car, threw the loot on the backseat and started the
horsepower-brizzling engine. Her screetching tires left the place in smoke
when she hit the accelerator. She took the uneventful getaway as a chance to
recall some of the fun she had back there, and couldn't help but start rubbing
her pussy about the sorry messes she had left behind. A lot richer than
before, she decided to go have a drink or two and find a good fuck somewhere
as she played with herself, driving into the sunset...