One on Two Combat

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 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 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 loose, 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 rhythmatic 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 laying 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-fiveing 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 fight.

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.