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 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 7 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 winch 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.

The 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…