The next major change in Elises life came about two months after the first. She had finished one of her late night gym sessions and changed, heading out into the rear parking lot at about 4 am. The place was dark and deserted, with only her own car and one or two belonging to staff. As the door banged shut behind her, a strong arm snaked around her neck from behind and a hand clamped over her mouth.
"Dont move, a male voice hissed in her ear. "You move and Ill fucking kill you where you stand.
Elise froze. The man shoved her along the wall, past the cars to where a little alleyway led off between some buildings. "Just keep quiet and do exactly what I want. No fighting, or I swear youre a dead woman, he hissed.
They reached the alleyway; if the car park had been dark, this place was pitch black. The man shoved her and she fell clumsily to the floor. His weight was suddenly on her back, hands on her shoulders, turning her over. One hand went around her neck and the other yanked at her track suit top, tearing it open. He put a hand on her breast and squeezed cruelly.
Elise winced... slightly. Her breasts were still the softest part of her body, to be sure, but they were still firm enough to put any teenager to shame... and the guy didnt seem to have a lot of strength in him. Actually... now she thought about it, there wasnt a whole lot of strength in his grip, either. And he wasnt too heavy... and he didnt have a weapon that she could see...
She reached up, almost curiously and took his wrist in her hands, pulling his hand off her neck. With her other hand she grabbed the hand that was pulling at her clothes. She just held him there, staring into the darkness as she heard a sharp intake of breath. He lunged at her, yanking at her grip.
Nothing happened. Elise stared up at the shadow above her, amazed. It was exactly as if she was holding a small child who was struggling, but without any actual hope of defeating her strength.
"You fucking bitch, he growled. "Ill fucking kill you!
She squeezed his hand in hers, applying a fair bit of pressure. His voice cut off as he hissed in pain. She squeezed hard, and felt the bones in his hand bend and move while he threw his head back and shrieked.
Elise spread her legs and jerked her body upwards, wrapping them around his sides, trapping his torso between her thighs at about the level of the bottom of his ribcage. She crossed her feet, hooking them together, and squeezed her thighs together. The mans ribcage sagged and his breath whooshed out of him, ending the scream.
He thrashed against her, but again it felt weak, feeble. She simply kept up the pressure, knowing that she was denying him air and that would bring him under control in a few moments. Shortly his thrashing became weaker, and when it all but stopped she released the pressure.
She gave him a minute to recover, then squeezed his hand again. He moaned in pain softly as the bones protested.
"Whats your name? she asked.
"Get off me or Ill- he began.
She squeezed the breath out of him again with her thighs, shutting him up, then squeezed his hand hard. She felt a distinct cracking under her fingers as a bone snapped and the man made a soft mewling sound. Elise grinned and squeezed even harder, until another bone popped.
"Heres how this works, she said. "Youre going to get hurt for daring to touch me. Badly. But if you answer my questions, it wont be as bad as it might be.
She released the pressure again, this time before he passed out. "Now whats your name? she asked quietly.
"Simon, he said, a catch in his voice that was almost a sob. "Jesus my hand hurtsssss...
"Yeah, broken bones will do that, Elise said. She felt no sympathy whatsoever... just a raw, deep amusement. "Were you planning to rape me, Simon?
"Um... no... he said weakly. It was such an obvious lie that Elise actually laughed.
"Oh, thats going to cost you honey, she said. She piled on the pressure with her legs again, but carefully this time, just enough to make breathing hard but not quite stop it. She put her palms on the floor and levered herself up, lifting her own weight and his easily as she sat up, face to face with him. She reached out and took his undamaged hand in both of hers, wrapping one hand around his index finger. "This little piggy went to market... she crooned... and then without warning she snapped his finger back almost a hundred and eighty degrees. She barely even felt the resistance as the knuckle joint strained and shattered. Simon whimpered in the dark, lacking the breath to do anything else.
"This little piggy stayed at home, she crooned, and snapped the next finger.
"This little piggy had roast beef, snap.
"This little piggy had none, snap.
She eased up the pressure on his ribs a little and he sucked in a quarter lungful of air. "Oh god, please... he gasped.
"And this little piggy went... she snapped the last finger back and then twisted savagely, yanking at the muscle and tendons, tearing, applying all her strength until the whole thing simply tore free. "Weeeeeee, all the way home! she finished.
"Please dont, please, Ill do anything, Im sorry... he wheezed disjointedly. Elise smiled. The# desperation in his voice, the pleading... it sent a thrill down her spine. She let him babble a little and then tightened her thighs again slightly, depriving him of just enough air to shut him up. The control was a thrill of its own... release the pressure and just hold him there, squeeze a little to stop him screaming, a little more to silence him completely, a little more to render him unconscious.
"You lied to me, Simon, she said quietly. "I punish lies. If you lie again, I will break all the bones in your right arm. Now I will ask again. Did you plan to rape me, Simon?
"Yes, he cried miserably.
She nodded and smiled. "Now if I break your fingers for lying to me, what do you think an attempted rape deserves? She asked mockingly. "Shall I snap your neck?
"Oh god no... he moaned.
"Well, Ill tell you what, Elise said. She loosened her thighs and reached down between them, sliding her hands into his trousers. Loose sweat pants, she noticed, and no underwear. She cupped his balls in her hand. "Ill give you a choice. Either I can snap your neck and leave the body here... or I can destroy your balls, and leave you emasculated but alive. What do you think?
"Please dont, please dont... he burbled. With her other hand she slapped him hard across the face, a slap that probably equalled most punches.
"Simon! Its one or the other! You choose, now, or you will make me mad, and if you make me mad Ill do both! Now say it! Snap your neck or take your balls? Whats it to be? Say it!
"Take my balls, he whimpered. "Please dont kill me, oh god please dont.
Elise smiled. "Of course I wont kill you, baby. She wrapped her fingers around his ball sac and squeeeeeeezed. He emitted a high pitched gurgling sound; he didnt have the breath to scream. Elise squeezed... and squeezed... and squeezed... and finally relaxed. Simon collapsed against her, and she felt the tears spattering against her chest as he sobbed openly.
"It hurtsssssss... he sighed.
Elise smiled in pure joy. "Of course it does, honey. And it will again. And she squeezed again, even harder. She wrapped her fingers around his scrotum, trapping the balls away from his body so they couldnt disappear within. They had nowhere to go, no way to resist her powerful fingers as she squeezed relentlessly, time and time again. How long, she couldnt say. Maybe ten times, maybe fifteen. Eventually she had had enough of it.
"Time to end it now, Simon, she said. "Time for a superior woman to deprive you of your balls. He was past the point where he could speak, he just lay there and made little whimpering noises. Elise chuckled softly and squeezed once more, this time not using just a fraction of her strength, but going all out. She felt a distinct pop as one of his testicles ruptured, then the other. She kept on squeezing, grinding his balls to pulp within her fingers, beyond any hope of recovery or repair.
"Well Simon, Id like to say that its been a blast. But I have to go now, she said softly. She stood, brushing down her clothing, and then simply walked to her car and drove away.
Back home, she was so excited and turned on that she practically tore her clothes off and began masturbating furiously, recalling the sounds her would-be attacker had made as she punished him, the crunch of his bones snapping beneath her hands, the feel of his balls popping. There was no sense of guilt, not the least trace of regret.
The feeling of utterly dominating him, of being able to use nothing more than her own body to damage him at her whim, had her soaring to orgasm within seconds. She came again and again, her cum practically spraying over her thighs until she was lying in a puddle of the stuff.
Slightly taken aback at the strength of her reaction she cleaned up and headed into the shower. Afterwards, relaxing in a bath robe, she began to really think.
What if he went to the police? Hed never really seen her, but his report of what had happened combined with the physical damage would make it obvious that they were looking for a very physically strong woman. Theyd be bound to interview the gym staff, and her check in and out would be on record. It would lead them straight to her door, and one look at her body would confirm that they had their woman.
But would he go to the police? He had been trying to rape her, after all. Hed probably raped other women. The police would surely sample his fingerprints, his DNA, his hair... how many crimes would that tie him into?
No, most likely Simon would do nothing, say nothing. If he did... well, there was no sense worrying about it now, it was beyond her control. She went to bed, and dreamed of cracking bones.
The morning brought bright sunlight and a calmer perspective.
Shed assaulted a man. Broken bones. Hell, ripped off a finger! Crushed his balls, probably beyond any hope of repair. Maybe cracked a rib or two along the way.
She still felt no guilt over it. She searched, thought about it in depth... there was just no trace of remorse there. Thinking about what she had done... actually, it gave her a warm, glowy feeling. And turned her on, more than a little.
It wasnt just that he was a would-be rapist, either. She had spent a lifetime thinking of men as nothing more than a source of sex and income, a way to demonstrate her own complete superiority. And then she had spent years hating them with a white hot fury for the fact that they no longer seemed to feel that way. She was a Goddess whose worshippers didnt seem to understand any more that it was their role in life to worship her! Even now the thought had her gritting her teeth in anger.
Punishing Simon had been one tiny shred of payback for the sin his entire gender had committed, and it felt righteous. Elise ran her fingers over a bulging bicep absently and smiled softly to herself.
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