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 loose, 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 5 or 6 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 winching in sympathetic pain, and women cheering their heroine.

After 2 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 it’s 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 of her mouth, 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.