“Who are you,” the male asked, his voice laced with panic. He had been imprisoned in this basement room for the past three hours.

Saphire looked the male over, turned to Erin and giddily said “he seems well prepared, though you should have gagged him.” The young woman, possibly in her early 20’s was trembling with a barely contained excitement.

“I thought about that“she replied, “but I wanted to hear the screams. Besides, I doubt anybody will be around to hear him”.

“What are you going to do to me,” the man asked, the desperation growing.

Erin turned to him, giving the man a cursory glance. Her composure was calm. She was about 5’6, her hair wavy and dyed jet black. Her skin was light, almost white and her lips were a bright red. She didn’t respond to the man’s question, just turned to Saphire and asked “would you like to begin”.

Saphire, who appeared to be a few years younger, beamed with excitement. “Of course I would” she chirped. She was a few inches shorter than the other woman, had curly strawberry blonde hair that was pulled back from her face. She was wearing tight blue jeans, and cut off shirt that showed off her impressively chiseled belly.

“Okay,” Erin instructed, “we’ll start off gentle, and work our way up from there”.

Saphire turned to face the man, and placed her smooth hands on the man’s shoulders. The man looked up, and she gave him a playful wink. Suddenly her knee shot straight into the man’s groin. It was a light strike, but enough to make the man quiver from the pain that shot up through his stomach. He tried bending over, but couldn’t due to his constraints.

“What are you doing!” he managed to grunt, his face tight with pain.

“Okay, now it’s my turn” said Erin, who switched places with Saphire. “This is going to be fun,” she grinned.

Before the man could say anything, Erin’s knee swung into the man’s crotch, striking his balls slightly harder than Saphire. The man grunted, the wind knocked out of him. Again, he tried bending over, but could only hang from the ropes holding him against the pole.

Both girls were grinning, obviously enjoying the pain they were inflicting on the man. His mind was a whirlwind, he didn’t know what to do, but hoped these two women wouldn’t kill him.

“That was a good one” Saphire said excitedly. “Okay, now I get to go again”.

Erin stepped aside and said “okay, but this time do it hard, but not too hard. We don’t want to cause any permanent damage just yet”.

Saphire bounced up to the man, her hands again gripping his shoulders. The man looked up, pleading with his eyes. Saphire leaned over, giving him a peck on the cheek, and then kneed him in the balls.

This time, she could feel the man’s testicles compress against his public bone, and squirm around inside their tight package. The man was groaning now, delirious from the pain that was growing through his abdomen. A sticky trail of spit was running down his chin.

“Let’s see if his equipment still woks,” Erin said as she gently began stroking the man’s penis. Within a few seconds, he was rock hard as Erin continued to stroke him. She unbuttoned his pants so she could wrap her hand around his member. The man grimaced, trying to fight the feelings of pleasure that were overtaking him.

Erin’s hand gradually moved faster and faster, her grip gradually tightening. If it weren’t for the pre cum leaked from the man’s head, providing sticky lubrication for Erin’s hand her rapid thrusts would have pulled his cock out by its roots. Using her other hand, she reached down and began to fondle his testicles.

Finally the man grunted, his body vibrating with his orgasmic release. Erin felt the warm fluid fill her palm, and she continued to stroke the man for nearly a minute, his racing heart beat slowing.

She pulled her hand from his pants, wiping the sticky goo off her hand using the man’s shirt. She smiled at him, drawing her leg back. “Now that you’ve had your fun, we get to have ours, “she said with sly delight.

“What do you mean,” the man asked, still not sure what was happening, why these two women had abducted him. “Are you going to rape me,” he asked.

Both girls laughed at the man’s naive ness.

With her leg pulled back a few feet, Erin’s knee rocketed into the man’s nuts, nailing them full force. This time, she held her knee against the man’s groin, grinding his balls into his pelvis. The man was screaming now, his face bright red, tears streaming down his cheeks. Finally, Erin felt a small crunch as one of his testicles burst. “There’s one,” she turned to Saphire.

“I’ll handle the other one,” Saphire said, waving her hand into the air.

The man was barely conscious this time, his chin resting against his heaving chest. “You’re stronger than me. See if you can really hurt him!” Erin said.

Saphire pulled her leg back nearly as far as it would go, hoping the extra momentum would do the job, and quickly flexed her muscular thigh, clobbering her knee against the man’s remaining testicle. She felt a small crack and a squish and the man’s remaining nut cracked against his pelvis. She reached inside the man’s pants, shuddering as she felt the squishy liquid that used to be the man’s testicles. She kneaded the mass of dead flesh with her fingers, working herself into a frenzy of excitement.

In a frenzy, Saphire continued to pull her right leg back, smacking her knee as hard as possible against the man’s pelvis. She must have kneed the poor man an additional twenty times. The man was lifted several inches off the ground by Saphire’s blows. When he could no longer handle the pain, he withdrew into unconsciousness.

Saphire continued to batter his pelvis until both girls heard the loud snap of bone. She wrapped her arms around the male. She felt warm liquid soak her underwear and her body shook as an orgasm racked her body. She grunted in ecstasy, rubbing her body against the male.

She looked down at the man’s groin; red blood soaked the crotch of his jeans where his nuts once existed. “I think I shattered his pelvis!” Saphire shouted, astonished at the damage she was capable of inflicting with her knee.

“Awesome!” Erin beamed back, giving Saphire thumbs up.

“When do we do the next guy,” Saphire asked.

The next day, both women were happy to read in the paper that their victim had not expired. After leaving him in the abandoned warehouse, they called an ambulance to pick him up. The doctors were able to remove what was left of his reproductive organs, and mend his broken pelvis.

A week later, Erin threw open the door of another empty room in another abandoned building on the other side of the city. Saphire grinned as she approached the man, his wrists and ankles shackled to the brick wall, his legs spread.