Friday, October 12, 2007

One on Two Combat (Rounds 1-3)

By luigi77

Sally must fight a man in a life or death struggle. One woman vs. Two balls - straight, testicle destruction...

Sally was the quintessential single gal. She lived the “Looking for Mister Goodbar” lifestyle, finding a lover, and dropping him after a month or two when the insatiable passion died. So she was surprised when three men met her outside of one of her favorite watering holes, and held a cloth with chloroform over her face.

“Chloroform, wasn’t that something from the last century?” she thought as she was dozing off in the back of their van. She awoke in a rustic cabin, with a headache and an urgent need to relieve herself. Sally had been out cold for hours. She originally thought this was a prank from one of her former boyfriends, a kidnapping - role play fantasy from one of her former lovers.

Two things alarmed her as she slid out from under the covers - 1) she was naked 2) the door to her room was locked from the outside. Sally banged on the door, and was escorted to a communal restroom with bars on the window. She protested her captivity, but was roughly returned to her room and told to wait for instructions.

Being a yoga and aerobics advocate, she stretched and meditated to calm her fears. She didn’t have long to wait, before a good-looking middle aged woman entered her room and began to list the “rules” for her up coming fight.

“Fight? I’m not a professional athlete!” Sally’s complaints were useless, she was going to be put in the ring in less than 12 hours, and had better prepare herself. “What would you like to eat, and drink to best prepare yourself,” the woman referee asked her. “You will be engaged in one on one combat with a man, who is also not a ‘Professional Athlete’” the woman informed her.

“Sally, there will be close to 100 spectators watching this bout. Either your opponent will rape you, or you will render him incapable of raping anyone. It’s your chastity against his virility, I‘m afraid,” her mentor explained.

“What if I don’t want to fight,” Sally asked.

“The loser will be killed by the crowd.” her mentor announced. “If the man rapes you, you will be gang raped by many of the men in the audience. Should you prevail, he will be literally torn apart by the ladies who’ve paid to watch. It’s winner take all.”

Sally was now convinced this was not a trick from any of her friends, she was in deep shit here. “What do you suggest?” she asked the woman.

“Eat a good meal to keep your strength up. Then in the ring, go for his balls! Don’t just kick, or punch them, but grab a hold and squeeze as if your life depended on it; because lady, it does.” She emphasized this as she left the cell to fulfill Sally’s last meal request.

Sally ate and rested, knowing that her test would be coming soon by the increasing noise as the audience filled the adjacent arena. She meditated to prepare herself mentally, knowing that this would help when it really mattered.

Soon, the door to her room was opened, and she was let to a ‘dressing room’ of sorts, with a bathroom, showers and rows of empty lockers. She was kept naked, but, given a bathrobe to wear into the ring. She taped her ankles, wrists and relieved herself, having enough martial arts/ self- defense experience to know what would help when it really counted.

She entered the ring first, and was amazed by the number of spectators - surely they couldn’t all be in on this. If she screamed out and asked for help, certainly some of them would use a cell phone to call the police. However, these hopes were dashed by the obvious hostility from the men’s seating section. They were chanting, “Rape the Bitch, Rape the Bitch…” as she scanned the bleachers she saw men on one side, women on the other.

Then she saw her opponent and really got scared. He was huge, fully a head taller, and must have had 75 pounds on her. He obviously was determined to make good on his side of the bargain as he grabbed himself and pointed his hard-on at her across the fighting ring.

They were both told to disrobe, and the bell rang out loudly as the fans went wild with enthusiasm. Her opponent, the large hairy man with the hard on, came straight towards her, his dick bouncing before him as he neared closer to her corner. Sally began to sidestep around the ring hoping to escape, but there was little chance of that.

The man had been told to rape her or die. That was all of the incentive he needed to drive him on. He advanced grabbing with his meat like paws at her shoulders and arms, as Sally tried to fend him off. Upon reaching her, he swung a huge fist against the side of her head and dropped her to the mat.

Quickly he rolled her onto her back and forced her legs apart. Kneeling between her thighs he aimed his fully erect member at her pussy without foreplay or waiting for her to get wet. He was going to dry hump her into oblivion.

Sally was shocked by the pain as he began to enter and split her wide open. Sally twisted and rolled in protest, preventing him from completing his horrendous task. She grabbed one of his arms and pushed her ass away from him as he crawled after her on his knees. As he grabbed her knees and began to pull them apart a second time, Sally noticed his balls swinging before him and remembered the woman’s instructions an hour before.

“Grab his balls and squeeze as if your life depended on it’” She released his forearm and wrapped one hand around each of his dangling nuts. Sally squeezed with all of her might and felt his man meat squishing out between her thin fingers. He had an expression of shock on his face, with his mouth wide open, but no words escaping his tortured facial expression.

Sally drove her finger nails into his trapped nuts and rolled on top of him as he curled into a fetal ball and gasped for air in an attempt to mouth a protest. He soon lost all will to resist, lay on his back and dropped his arms and legs to the mat in a semi-conscious stupor. Sally drove her nails deep into his nuts and drew blood as he gasped a last murmured plea.

Sally realized she’d won, but was stopped from leaving the ring by the numerous guards and boos from the audience. The woman referee she’d met earlier appeared and told her, “You can’t leave while he’s still intact as a male, unless you’re ready to meet your next opponent.”

“Next opponent? How many times do I need to go through this?” Sally complained in a panic.

“You need three victories, or one submission before you’re allowed to leave. If you lose, you don’t walk out of the ring. If you win three bouts, then you are released unharmed close to your home or record. Now do you want to finish this opponent, or face a new man?”

Sally had no choice. She turned to see that he was up on one knee, clenching his teeth, and looking at her with a new found fury. She backed away towards a neutral corner as he limped after her, with his hands protecting his battered balls.

She was unprepared for his lunge, as he flew into her legs and pulled her down he punched her in her midsection. Then roughly grabbed her knees in an attempt to pry her legs apart and quickly finish the match. Sally began to fume!

She had shone mercy when he was down and injured. Now she would finish the contest in her own fashion. Sally made a fist, with her right index finger knuckle protruding. She punched his right eye with her knuckle driving deeply into his eye socket. He instinctively brought both of his hands up in defense to his face.

Sally saw the opening between his forearms, and drove her knuckle into his exposed throat, then his left eye as he gasped in shock and pain. His throat was again open and she continues her assault.

Getting up off of her back, she pushed him over and knelt between his thighs as he rolled back and gasped for breath. His hard-on was still there but not as firm as when he was ready to penetrate her.

Sally hooked one hand under each of his knees, and balanced on her left leg aiming her right heel towards his exposed balls. She used the bottom of her foot to repeatedly mash his balls into his pelvic bone. Holding his legs apart, she flattened his nuts seven times before he was able to roll on his side and curl into a protective ball.

Not wanting to go through this again, she reached under his ass and found her target. His swollen sac was much closer to her than it was to his hands. Sally worked her fingers around his meat, and pulled for all she as worth.

His hips left the mat, and his nuts were stretched a good eight inches away from his body. Squeezing until her forearms hurt, Sally moved her left hand above his trapped nuts, and began a rhythmic punching with her right hand. Each smack of her fist resounded in the now quiet arena, as money began to change hands between the betting crowd. The ladies side of the audience was electrified by the eminent demise of a man’s sexual organs. The men were shamed into silence and winched with each strike of her angry fist into this man’s damaged manhood.

Sally realized her opponent wasn’t resisting, and helped him roll onto his stomach as she knelt between his legs. He lay still with his balls resting on the mat as she raised her knee and took aim. His right nut was lying loosely, slightly further away from his crotch as she placed her weight down and above his testicle.

He moaned in a high pitched squeal as she placed all of her weight on the trapped testicle, knowing that he couldn’t pull away or defend himself. Sally felt the seed sac flatten and then slowly give as she applied more of her weight to her right knee. The end was obvious, the pop audible throughout the arena. Women came to their feet in unison, shouting and high-fiving each other and looking towards the men’s section with knowing smiles.

Sally was told that both nuts had to be destroyed for this match to count as one of her obligatory three. She returned to the prostrate body of her male opponent and used her fingers to locate the remaining testicle. She began squeezing it with her fingers, driving both of her thumbs into the center of his trapped ball.

Women we chanting “Squeeze, Squeeze, Squeeze,” as she gritted her teeth and tensed her hands with all of her strength. The damn thing just wouldn’t pop! Sally then changed tactics; she isolated and pulled his remaining testicle as far away from his body as she could. She laid in on the mat and stood between his legs looking down at her target. She turned 180 degrees away, facing his feet, lifted her right leg and placed her heel between his nut and his groin.

Sally lifted her leg once, then twice, perfecting her aim and began to stomp her heel on his last vestige on manhood. The women were going wild in the stands, each heel stomp found it’s mark and her third or fourth blow popped the ball. She continued her assault until she could no longer feel any resistance. Removing all doubt from anyone’s mind that both of his nuts were now a gelatinous mass of man mush.

The woman referee entered the ring and grabbed his injured and ruined sac, to be sure that he was finished as a man. She raised Sally’s arm in victory, turning slowly to face all of the bleachers. The men were morose in defeat and the women in the stands were grabbing their crotches, looking towards the men’s seat jeering them in victorious glee. Sally returned to her room to contemplate her next two fights.

The women rushed the ring to claim their prize, ripping the defeated male’s manhood as a trophy, and ensuring his demise, as he was dragged off to a trash dumpster where he would bleed to death. They then returned to their seats for the next contest of skill and strength. This would be a long evening.

ROUND 2

Sally must again fight a man in a life or death struggle.

Sally was surprised when three men met her outside of one of her favorite watering holes, and they held a cloth with chloroform over her face. She awoke in a rustic cabin, with a headache and an urgent need to relieve herself. A good-looking middle aged woman entered her room and began to list the “rules” for her up coming fight. This woman introduced herself as her referee and told her, “You will be engaged in one on one combat with a man, the looser will be killed by the crowd,” her mentor announced. “If the man rapes you, you will be gang raped by many of the men in the audience. Should you prevail, he will be literally torn apart by the ladies from the audience who’ve paid to watch. It’s winner take all.”

Sally was now convinced this was not a trick from any of her friends, she was in deep shit here. “What do you suggest?” she asked the woman.

“Eat a good meal to keep your strength up. Then in the ring, go for his balls! Don’t just kick, or punch them, but grab a hold and squeeze as if your life depended on it; because lady, it does. You need three victories or one submission before you’re allowed to leave. If you lose, you don’t walk out of the ring. If you win three bouts, then you are released unharmed close to your home.”

Sally won her first fight, and now prepared to meet her second opponent. Standing naked in the ring, she eyed the audience surprised at the large number of spectators. Her opponent was close to her height and weight. She figured he was five or six years older than her, but not in nearly as good of shape as she was. He was also naked, and his beer gut hid much of his pubic hair. Sally began to form a plan in her head.

They squared off across the ring, and she noticed he was getting an erection as his eyes moved over her firm curved body. Sally bounced up and down on the balls of her feet to make her breasts jiggle, teasing him and arousing him more until the bell rang for round one.

The combatants circled each other, and finally locked up, arms on each others shoulders. Sally knew that he was out of shape, and she could wear him down over time. She locked her elbows and kept him at arms length, forcing him to exert his energy pushing her body around the ring. She kicked her leg occasionally at his crotch to keep him off balance, protecting his balls.

He quickly began to breathe hard, and was sweating from the effort to get close to her. Sally was disgusted by his lack of conditioning and body odor, so she decided it was time to go on the offensive. Instead of pushing away, she grabbed his shoulders, stepped back and pulled him forward.

He was already pushing towards her, and was easily pulled off balance tripped and landed on his knees before her. From this height he was staring at her exposed groin and admiring the view of her pussy lips. Sally stopped pulling him, and pushed him to a vertical position with his knees spread wide. She didn’t hesitate to draw her right leg back, but paused to smile as he continued to eye her bare mound.

Sally’s foot drove hard from underneath his sac, up and through his balls trapping them against his pubic bone. She knew that he would be in shock and unable to move, so she drew her leg back for another kick. Balancing herself on her left leg and holding his shoulders, she repeatedly flattened his nuts with the top of her right foot.

The distinctive slapping sound rang out through the arena as the women in the audience cheered her on. Instinctively he tried to lean forward and curl into a fetal ball to end the torture of his testicles, but Sally had leverage standing over him holding his shoulders. His arms weren’t long enough to bring his hands between her foot and his bouncing balls. He was helpless, and began to panic.

Sally saw the desperation in his eyes and laughed. Seconds before he was staring at her pussy intent on rape, and now those same eyes were pleading for mercy. After 35 or 40 hard kicks, he began to go limp, falling backwards over his feet towards the mat. Knowing she couldn’t hold his body weight for long, Sally delivered one last kick with all of her strength and let him fall. The bottom of her shin and the front of her ankle devastated his swollen seed sac, mashing both balls into his unprotected groin.

He fell to his back, and rolled onto his side rocking slowly in a fetal ball of agony. Sally walked around his prone form enjoying the devastation she had wrought. Not wanting to let him fully recover she pulled his lower arm behind his back, bending it at the elbow she drove his hand up the middle of his back, placing tremendous pressure on his shoulder. To relieve the pressure he was forced to sit upright.

She increased the pain in his shoulder forcing him to his knees, then up onto his feet. He was shaky but she helped him balance as he limped to one of the corners of the ring. Sally pushed his arm over the top rope, pulled his hand palm out into the ring and interlocked the fingers of her right hand with those of his left hand. She tightly gripped his hand, pushing it down and back. He was forced up onto his toes in an attempt to relieve the pain in his arm.

Sally used her left knee and hand to drive his right leg over the middle rope, then his left leg so that he was spread eagled with his back to the turn buckle. His right arm was now wrapped over the top rope, and he lifted his head to look for mercy in her face. He saw only contempt and hate in her eyes, and knew the end of his manhood was eminent.

Wanting to savor her victory Sally was determined to use every attack she could think of to destroy his balls. Interlocking her fingers with his on both hands, she stepped closer and began driving her knees into his fully exposed groin. Alternating left and right knees she repeatedly flattened his bruised bollocks in her relentless assault. His face rested on her breasts as he let out a muffled scream as each knee connected.

Sensing his body give up resistance, she released his fingers and was satisfied that he would hang in place. She knelt on one knee and examined his discolored manhood. His balls were dark, a mix of red, and blue forming a purple to black shade inside their tightly stretched bag of flesh. She wrapped her left hand above his balls, pulling them tightly to the bottom of the bag, and began to punch them into her left palm with her right fist. The smacking sound was clearly heard over the noise of the crowd, as money began to exchange hands for the wagers that had been placed before the bout began.

Sally wrapped her fingers around each nut and drove her thumbs into the swollen man meat, one thumb into each trapped ball. His body tensed as she increased the pressure straining her forearms with the effort. She then released his balls, placed her left hand on his abdomen and began to thrust her right palm into his nuts. The crowd reacted to each blow, men wincing in sympathetic pain, and women cheering their heroine.

After two dozen strikes she stopped and re-examined is ball bag. There was only one nut to be found. Hugely swollen and discolored, but alone in its nest. She searched for remnants of the other testicle, but found nothing. Then she saw a slight bulge in his lower abdomen. She had actually driven one of his nuts back up into his body!

Not wanting to be denied her prize, she pushed above and down on his stomach until his nut re-emerged into the sac. He was not going to get off that easy; it would not escape her wrath. Sally massaged both of his balls down into the bottom of his bag and thought of a great way to end this match. She leaned forward and began to suck his nuts into her mouth.

Being too swollen to both fit in her mouth together, she drew the right testicle into her mouth first. Using her tongue to move it around, she placed it between her molars on the right side of her mouth. Adjusting his testicle so that it would not escape, she began to apply pressure on the center of the trapped testicle. Feeling equal amounts of nut meat pushing against her tongue and cheek, she clamped down until her teeth met in the middle. Not satisfied, she repositioned the larger pieces of his right nut and again chomped it with her teeth grinding it into putty.

Spitting it out she felt his bag to ensure it was gone. Sally noticed he was still semi-conscious and began to tease his remaining testicle with her fingers. He moaned softly and to her surprise he was getting erect. Not being totally heartless she grabbed and stroked his dick with her right hand as she sucked his remaining left testicle into her mouth.

The end came quickly. He shot his last load up and over her head onto his left leg, which was still draped over the middle rope. His cum was a mix of blood and semen. Sally clenched her teeth down on his remaining nut, popping it and winning the match to the cheers of both men and women for her obvious sportsmanship. The women rushed the ring to rip the defeated man’s groin apart for a small trophy keepsake.

He was dumped into the trash dumpster to become part of the local landfill. Sally was led from the arena to await her third and final fight.

ROUND 3

Sally must again fight a man in a life or death struggle.

Sally was surprised when three men met her outside of one of her favorite watering holes, and they held a cloth with chloroform over her face. She awoke in a rustic cabin, with a headache and an urgent need to relieve herself. A good-looking middle aged woman entered her room and began to list the “rules” for her upcoming fight. This woman introduced herself as her referee and told her, “You will be engaged in one on one combat with a man, the looser will be killed by the crowd,” her mentor announced. “If the man rapes you, you will be gang raped by many of the men in the audience. Should you prevail, he will be literally torn apart by the ladies from the audience who’ve paid to watch. It’s winner take all.”

Sally was now convinced this was not a trick from any of her friends, she was in deep shit here. “What do you suggest?” she asked the woman.

“Eat a good meal to keep your strength up. Then in the ring, go for his balls! Don’t just kick, or punch them, but grab a hold and squeeze as if your life depended on it; because lady, it does. You need three victories or one submission before you’re allowed to leave. If you lose, you don’t walk out of the ring. If you win three bouts, then you are released unharmed close to your home.”

Sally won her first two fights, and now prepared to meet her third and last opponent. Standing naked in the ring, she eyed the audience surprised at the large number of spectators. Her opponent was large and over weight, she was told that he had 7 victories and remained in the club because he liked to rape women. She was pissed off; he was a serial rapist responsible for the death of at least seven women. He was also naked, and his beer gut hid much of his pubic hair. Sally began to form a plan in her head.

They squared off across the ring, and she noticed he was getting an erection as his eyes moved over her firm curved body. Sally bounced up and down on the balls of her feet to make her breasts jiggle, teasing him and arousing him more until the bell rang for round one.

The combatants circled each other, and finally locked up, arms on each others shoulders. Sally knew that he was out of shape, and she figured that she could wear him down over time. She locked her elbows and kept him at arms length, forcing him to exert his energy pushing her body around the ring. She didn’t see him pull her closer with his left hand as his right fist caught her left temple knocking her temporarily senseless. Sally was staggered but kept on her feet.

He wasted no time, moving behind her and wrapping his hands around her throat cutting off her air supply. Sally was disgusted by his lack of conditioning and body odor, so she decided it was time to go on the offensive. She grabbed two of his fingers and bent them back quickly, snapping the knuckles and causing him to reel backwards rapidly. She moved towards him kicking his unprotected groin with her foot and following up with her shin repeatedly.

He was already leaning towards her, and could easily be pulled off balance, but she wanted to disable his upper body even more. Sally grabbed his smallest fingers, and again twisted them back and away, breaking two of his other knuckles. She then thrust her thumbs into his eye sockets and went for two more fingers before he could escape. Clutching his mangled hands close to his chest for protection, he left his balls unprotected and her knee made him pay dearly for this mistake.

Pistoning her knee between his thighs, she held his shoulders to maintain her distance and keep him vulnerable. When she could no longer hold his body weight, Sally allowed him to fall to his knees and drop before her on the mat. Sally then grabbed his right arm and pulled it out straight from his body, aiming her knee just down from his shoulder; she put all of her weight onto his upper arm.

The snapping sound of the broken bone caused most of the crowd to wince in sympathetic agony. She quickly broke the upper bone of his left arm, leaving him helpless and temporarily in shock from the pain. Sally pushed him onto his back and sat between his legs holding his thighs apart. She drew her leg back and aimed her heel at his dangling manhood. “Splat, Splat, Splat” echoed through the arena as she drove her heel into his exposed balls.

He flopped left and right trying to escape, but then lay still resigned to his fate. Unable to stop her or even use his hands to try and hide his swollen and damaged balls, he was totally defenseless. Sally held her foot against his groin using her toes to ply his nuts against his pelvic bone. He whimpered in pain but lay almost motionless fully exposed to her assault.

Sally looked towards the referee and asked, “The match isn’t over until I destroy his testicles, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, either he rapes you, or you destroy his ability to rape,” replied the ref.

“Well then this will be a long night, because I intend to torture him for a long time before I take his nuts,” Sally said with a smile. She slid her butt forward and trapped his balls between the soles of her feet and began to grind them slowly between both of her feet bottoms. The nut meat was discolored as it squished out between her feet, his high pitched screams filling the men in the audience with awe as they felt his pain. Sally was comfortable and in no hurry to move, but wanted to teach all rapists a lesson.

Sally rolled him onto his belly and knelt between is legs, trapping a testicle under her knee and grinding it into the mat. She was encouraged by the women of the audience chanting “crush them, crush them,” and she began to bounce her knee into his trapped testicle. It popped well before she had intended it to pop. Leaving her only one intact nut to torture, but she still ground the remains of his destroyed ball before she dared to attack his last vestige of manhood.

Sally stood and bowed theatrically to the women of the audience. They went wild with their cheers and jeers encouraging her to finish him off. Sally decided to pepper his remaining nut with the top of her foot, holding his feet apart and striking his ball with her foot and toes - watching it slap against his abdomen and bouncing back into her striking range only to be kicked again.

He made a feeble attempt to release his legs, but again realized it was useless and there was nothing he could do to escape or even protect himself. His balls (one remaining ball) were hers to do with as she pleased. He began to cry softly, from both the pain and his frustration at being completely helpless. Sally was not only unsympathetic, she felt empowered by his helplessness. A serial rapist, exposed, vulnerable and helpless - how wonderfully cool was that to behold.

She lifted one of his legs and rolled him onto his stomach. Placing both large toes on either side of his remaining testicle, she squished it horribly into the ring canvas; delighted by his screams. Sally managed to dig a toe nail into his ball and was pleased to see a drop of blood seep out onto the top of her toe nail. He was hers, totally and completely her property. She held his life, and soon his death in the palm of her hand, or more appropriately in the soles of her feet.

Sally released his trapped nut, and moved backwards. As he lifted his ass off the mat in an attempt to crawl away, she stepped forward and drove the top of her foot into his groin. This pushed him forward and laid him out flat again, face down on the canvas. His broken arms and hands would not support his weight, and he again tried to crawl to safety. Sally again kicked his ball flattening him onto the mat.

He women in the audience went wild cheering and flooding out of their seats to line the sides of the ring. Slapping the palms of their hands onto the canvas cheering Sally on to victory. Sally again kicked his exposed groin and lifted his feet up behind him until he quit struggling and left himself fully exposed to her assault.

Sally smiled at his weakness and ground the remains of his balls into oblivion as the women began to climb into the ring. She wanted to torture him more but realized he was now communal property and resigned herself to watching him be ripped apart by the other women in the ring. Mob rule ended his manhood, and she watched in amusement as he was emasculated by the ladies in attendance. Another rapist was off the streets and bleeding to death in a trash dumpster behind the arena. She wanted more…

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