BATTERED TESTICLES 2
He's locked in the wooden cockbox bolted down over his legs. Cock and balls fed through the hole, shaft and sack pinned out and trapped, no give, no retreat. She doesn't warm up. She just steps over him, plants one bare foot flat on his balls, and puts her weight on it. Heels down, toes curled, and she leans in. The sack flattens first, that loose skin stretching out sideways under her foot, spreading wide across the wood. Then the balls themselves start to give. Round becomes oval. Oval becomes disc. She shifts her weight forward and they flatten further, squashed out past the edges of her sole, two soft heavy lumps being pressed into flatness between her arch and the cold wood. The testicles go wide and thin, spreading under the pressure like they're being rolled out, skin pulled taut and pale around them, every ridge and curve of her sole printing itself into them. They can't roll away. They can't tuck up. The box has them pinned and she's pressing them flatter than they were ever meant to go. She grinds. Slow, grinding circles, heel to ball, toes gripping and digging in as she works him down and down. Each pass flattens them a little more. She finds the angle that hurts worst and leans into it, full weight through the balls of her feet, driving them into the wood until they're almost as flat as the floor beneath them...two thin crushed discs under her bare ebony soles, stretched out and pinned and going nowhere. No mercy. Just her, standing on his balls, pressing them flatter with every breath, watching him suffer!!! WARNING: THIS CLIP IS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC; VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!!