Kyle's Execution Pt. II (Patreon)

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With a deep exhale, Linea got off of me, standing up, finally satisfied. “...I accept your submission now. Good fight, Kyle~”

She turned and began playing to the crowd, who were absolutely eating her up. Entirely nude now aside from her lengthy opera gloves and leggings, she was quite the sight as she paraded around the ring, skipping to her re-emerging pop music. I could barely even hear the deafening crowd, barely even see anything else… the rest of my vision blurred, but still I could see her clear as day.

Ring attendants came in, and helped me up, wrapping my arms around their shoulders to support my weight. They were beginning to escort me from the ring when Linea turned to look at us, a mischievous smirk. 

My eyes went wide with fright when she began running full speed towards us, her breasts bouncing and swaying madly. Treacherously the attendants stopped, holding me right in place, as Linea turned around at the last second, sending her ass flying deeply into my exposed crotch.

“Sorry… just couldn’t resist~” she laughed as she leaned her back against me and reached up to caress my face. 

I couldn’t even scream anymore, there wasn’t enough air in my lungs. She thrust her pelvis out, and then gave me a final butt bump, blasting my balls one last time. It was relatively gentle but that was the last little bit I needed to pass out from the pain.

Maybe a minute later, I awoke as the attendants dropped me on the floor. They’d just taken me out of the arena, clearly having no interest in actually helping me to the locker room. To add insult to injury, my vision came to me in time to see them flippantly toss my title on the ground next to me.

Limply I picked it up and staggered forward a few feet. I nearly hit the wall on a stumble. With a hand to it, I was able to keep myself upright. That was when I heard her applause… looking up, I saw Ms. Lin walking up to me, clapping. 

“Wonderful show, Kyle! I bet everyone in that arena truly bought that you were a professional fighter for a while!” she mocked. “That was one of the best intergender matches I’ve seen in a long time...”

“I’m not… in the mood...” I grumbled. “Your champ’s better than ours… whatever.”

“Ohhh-ho-ho, poor boy… she’s certainly not ‘my champ’, she’s just the third wheel of a powerful team.” she informed me. “In fact, if I’m honest…? Linea is perhaps our weakest warrior. Among the females, obviously. You may recall getting some shots in on her early in the fight… just about every other girl here would’ve dodged them effortlessly, or not felt any pain anyway. Only against her would they have had any effect… and yet, she defeated you with such ease anyway. I hope you realize how wide the gap is now...”

I winced a bit at the prospect of this, but frankly I wasn’t buying a word of it. Linea was the strongest, most skilled fighter I’d ever seen, and now this chick was telling me she was the bottom of their barrel? I just shook my head, “...Whatever. I don’t care, nobodies’ gonna see it outside of the weirdos you bring to the arena… and I’m not gonna come across any of them again… not where I’m going, ugh…”

Ms. Lin chuckled, a coy hand to her mouth. “Kyle, my boy… I’d like to show you something.”

She reached up and untied the bow that held her red dress together. I was stunned, agape as she seemed to be pulling it open, her already expansive cleavage being revealed all the more. Sadly she wasn’t flashing me, she was just making some room, as she proceeded to reach into her tightly packed cleavage and pull out… a USB flash drive.

“I’m afraid my associate lied to you. We filmed the whole thing, from all sorts of angles. In this itty bitty flash drive, is all the raw footage… once we get this edited, we’re gonna show the whole damn world.” she explained with a cold smile. 

“You… you bitch...” I gasped.

“Thank you.” she replied with a devious smirk.

I was in utter disbelief as she continued, “Our weakest fighter beating Bellator MMA’s top champion… if this doesn’t let the world know women are the superior gender, nothing will. Thanks for your help, sweetheart. You’re always welcome to come back here if you’re ever reeeaaally desperate for money… I have a feeling that may just be the case soon. Hmhmhm...”

With that, she turned and just walked away. On unsteady legs, I stood away from the wall. All the pain, all the shame… it seemed to be slowly falling away from me. What replaced it was something much more familiar to me, much more comfortable…

I was boiling with rage. I limped after her, and seemed to be slowly regaining my strength as it sunk in further what she’d done to me. Rushing forward, she seemed to not even hear my pounding footsteps. Or maybe she just didn’t care. I reached for her shoulder, wanting to turn her around so I could smack that smug, gorgeous face.

I almost touched her, but then… another hand, adorned in a lengthy scarlet red opera glove, grabbed me by the wrist and painfully wrenched my arm into a hammerlock. I turned to my side to see a woman with purple pigtails, a matching scarlet maid outfit and headband, and dark pantyhose leading down to black pumps.

“Hmhm… thank you, Beads.” Ms. Lin remarked, without even turning back, though she was standing still now. “It would’ve been quite a nuisance to have to spare ten seconds to kill that man myself...”

The oddly named Beads stared blankly at me, not reacting much as I ripped my arm away. Turning back to Ms. Lin, I grunted with effort and rushed towards her again, but suddenly another figure jumped in between us. She had short, vibrant blue hair and matching eyes. Her outfit was a bright green equivalent of Beads’. 

“Get the fuck away from Ms. Lin, filthy man!” she growled, looking none too pleased with me. Boy that just broke my heart… I didn’t care to answer her, I just went to shove her out of the way.

To my shock, she ducked under my arm and from a knee, she launched a vile uppercut that dug into my stomach. The air was thoroughly knocked out of me as I sunk to my knees. I think my gut as already bruising from that lone shot, as if I hadn’t been through enough by that point already.

“Heheh, temper, temper… don’t break him TOO fast, Rico, save some for the rest of us!” an unfamiliar voice spoke up. I glanced to see yet another battle maid step up. After taking an unintentional look up her skirt, I saw that it was a woman with long green hair, purple eyes and a baby blue variant of the outfit.

What the fuck was going on…?

“Quiet Sierra, I’ll break him however I want...” Rico mumbled.

Sierra ignored that reply and glanced over to Ms. Lin. She turned to her and gave her a simple throat-slash gesture with a wicked little smile before walking away. Sierra and Rico humbly bowed to her as Beads seemed to be just staring off into space.

With some effort I got to my feet again and glanced at the three chicks who had me cornered, one in front, one behind, and one to my left. To my right was a wall… suffice to say, I felt a bit trapped. 

Staring Rico down, I looked to avenge that punch, aiming an uppercut to her gut, but she darted to her left to avoid it. Half-expecting that, I followed up with a backhand attempt, but she backed up beyond that as well. 

Behind me, Beads was on the move, blurring past me and sending a devastating palm strike to my ribs. This sent me stumbling closer to Rico who promptly unleashed a front stomp, her heeled pump blasting me in the back and sending me towards Sierra. I saw a flash of her panties as she uncoiled a vicious roundhouse kick, soaring into my temple. This twirled me around off the impact and I crumpled to my hands and knees. 

Beads let loose a wild kick to my chin, her leg continuing past the impact to fully extend like a showgirl’s, and the force of that sent me into the air. Just by happenstance, I landed on my feet, for only a moment before Rico spun on the floor in a precise legsweep that took me to my back.

Before I even landed, I saw Sierra’s leg high up into the air, another incredible upskirt before she sent her foot hurdling down, a brutal axe kick that slammed the bottom of her pump into my devastated groin.

Just like that, I was beaten. Of course I was beaten before I even walked down that hall, but as I lay there, I realized that Ms. Lin wasn’t lying. Every shot made me realize that Linea was nothing compared to each one of those three, that onslaught would’ve taken me out from the beginning. 

And now… I was at their mercy.

What an oxymoron that was… I had an idea about what that throat-slit gesture meant. I wasn’t certain I’d survive that day as I laid there with my nuts in my hand, mewling pathetically. “I-I’m sorry… please no… no more...”

“D’awww, honeyyyyy...” Sierra cooed as she knelt down, a gloved hand to my face. Her gentle touch in such harsh contrast to her brutal attacks. “...We have so, so much more punishment to inflict on you. I know, it’s been a long day already… but when you dared step to Ms. Lin you signed your deathwish, sweetie. Linea’s lovetaps were just a warm-up compared to what we’re gonna do to you.”

“N-Noooo…” I pleaded, as she casually sat down just in front of my head, taking her sweet time sliding her legs down my torso. She deliberately hiked up her skirt and draped it across my face as she moved in closer, ‘til her crotch was against the back of my neck. I appreciated the feeling of her soft, satin panties while I could. 

That next instant, her lengthy, powerful legs curled over each other, and her supple, bared thighs clenched viciously around my neck. With the disciplined execution of a well-trained assassin, her legs became a sheer vice, snug and tight across my throat. 

As if that wasn’t painful enough, Beads walked over to my legs, that blank expression still adorning her face. She grabbed my legs and held them up high. I was bewildered to watch her stop to yawn in the middle of applying a figure four leglock, her own legs intertwining with mine. She laid down and cranked the pressure on, looking bored out of her mind as she did it, her pretty face propped up by her fist.

And just to add insult to injury, quite literally, Rico stepped up and stood over me, her feet at either side of my hips. “Men… they all make me sick. And you’re a prime example! Disgusting little man...” she chided. “You come in with all that bravado, like you’re so powerful. And you’re beaten within an inch of your life by our personal whipping girl! Hmph… oggling her body all the while. Letting yourself get milked… no, you were begging for it, weren’t you? That’s all you men think about, pleasing your pathetic cocks. A little teasing and you lose all sense of dignity! Disgusting...”

Quite unnecessarily, she hiked her leg up and stomped down onto my face. She took pleasure in grinding her pump into my cheek, nose, and mouth. Meanwhile, Sierra cranked down her headscissor choke even further, and I found myself regretting that lung capacity of mine. “Shame to have to do this to a cutie like you… even with all the bruises, you’re a handsome little guy~”

“Tch...” Rico scoffed, as she raised her leg up for another stomp. My vision was blurring, mostly from my own tears, but I still caught a scandalous glimpse of a dark green fabric and the lining of her shapely hips. She paused like that. “Are you… looking up my skirt?”

I tried to eek out a response but it was choked away by Sierra’s powerful thighs. Rico was trembling with anger, her fists clenched tight. “You little BASTARD!” she shrieked as she re-aimed her stomp. Tragically she targeted my defenseless, swollen and still bared balls. Once, twice, three times she threaten to stamp them into paste, each repetition coming with a grunt of impassioned effort.

This was no fight, this was cold-blooded torture. Rico was howling with long-frustrated rage as she stormed away. “Worthless, WORTHLESS MEN!”

“...Hm. Finally got to another wave.” Beads mumbled. Now that the way was cleared I could see that as she was lying there, destroying my lower half with her Figure Four, she’d actually pulled out her smartphone and was playing some kind of game on it. It was unbelievable how little she cared about what she was doing, how callous she was to the fact that she was utterly ruining my legs.

I saw her yawn yet again as my vision faded to black and suddenly Sierra’s panties felt extremely comfortable. I’d officially run out of oxygen and passed out.

My sleep didn’t last long, I quickly awoke to Rico repeatedly kicking me in the ribs. The bruises from my fight with Linea were deepening already. Having been positioned to lay on my side, I groaned as I rolled onto my back, signaling that I was awake. “Hmph…” Rico again scoffed as she walked off. 

Sierra was leant against the wall a few feet from my head, her hands seemed to be drifting toward her luscious breasts as she stared down at my naked, beaten body. Beads meanwhile was standing idly between my spread legs, just kinda staring off into space, not acknowledging my existence at all.

I got the same thought in my head that occured late in my fight with Linea. Just one good shot, could get a knockout… I desperately needed to get a few if I wanted to make it out of there in one piece. And Beads seemed to be so inattentive, she was an obvious choice to get the drop on. 

Even as I struggled to sit up, she didn’t react, not bothering to look at me. It didn’t seem like she’d even noticed I was awake. I had to strike… ignoring everything that’d happened to me, I launched up from one knee into an uppercut. But Beads had more awareness than she let on, backing away from the blow and ducking under the follow-up jab I had prepared. 

A palm thrust to my gut followed, knocking me backwards. I heard Sierra giggle as she deliberately sent a spinning kick square into the center of my ass. Staggering, I was sandwiched between the two ladies, miserably awaiting my next stage of punishment.

“Beads! Kick Pattern C!” Sierra shouted, eager and full of life.

“Yup.” Beads confirmed, her tone as dull as could be as she stood on one leg, the other poised to strike. I can only assume she was mirroring Sierra. I closed my eyes and tried and failed to brace for what was coming.

The two women unleashed a wickedly fast array of kicks. I was pelted with a relentless onslaught, as Beads’ pumps laced my face, chest and thighs, and Sierra’s simultaneous assaulted the back of my head, my lower back and again, my ass.

They finished this combination with attacks similar to the ones they started it with, although this time Sierra’s spinning front stomp met the small of my back, whilst Beads simultaneously sent a double palm thrust to my abdomen. This precisely timed dual assault on the exact front and back of the same area had absolutely crushing effects. For a brief moment I felt I was in the hand of a giantess, being squeezed like a split orange in her mighty grip. 

For all of Beads’ apparent lack of energy, she moved with a swiftness, as before I could even fall, much as I desperately wanted to, she slid between my legs, coming out the other side much as Linea had. I peered back at her in time to see her slam into me with a thrust of her shoulder, hitting me with enough force to send me flying.

It was only as I was mid-air that I realized that in the millisecond it took for me to turn my head to Beads, Rico had rushed into the scene and was now standing in front of me as I hurtled directly towards her. With hate in her eyes, she uncoiled a vile spinning back elbow that shattered my nose. I flew back a few feet before finally landing, staggering and stumbling helplessly right back into Beads who landed a solid elbow of her own into the back of my head. This sent me reeling, unwillingly doubling me over, leaving me all too vulnerable to a devastating knee lift from Rico, her solid kneecap landing right between my eyes.

I couldn’t say anything, or even make a sound. My conscious mind was too bewildered to process this, speechless at my own destruction. Internally I was just begging to fall. But cruelly, Beads’ next move was to go into a handstand and coil her legs around my neck. Not a tight scissor; just snug enough to keep me upright. 

Through my tearful eyes I could see the rage billowing from Rico’s very core as she took full advantage of my position, popping off a series of wild punches into my gut. When this started, I had a rock-hard pair of abs. By the time her fists ceased their pounding, those abs were reduced to jelly. 

The moment Rico halted her punches, Beads performed a frontflip, using her legs to catapult me into the ground with so much impact that I bounced several feet off of the concrete. Even to me the whole thing sounds like nonsense, but my every ache and scar stands as a reminder that it was all too real. 

I could see the cold hard floor beneath me, and I wanted nothing more than to land on it and lay there for the rest of my life. But I was denied this, as during their onslaught, Sierra had rushed over and met my falling torso with a knee lift of her own, my already devastated stomach landing directly on her kneecap.

For a few moments I just hung limply like that, dangling from her leg as she laughed at my misery. “Look at you… big strong man. Looking more like a rowdy school boy. Heheh… there’s only one thing to do about that.”

Since I was in the perfect prone position, she opted to raise her hand up high and bring it down onto my bare ass. Yep, there I was, a fully grown man being spanked by a gorgeous woman against his will. “Bad, bad, bad boy!” she yelled with a mischievous smile. After the fifth spank, she relented on that front, but lifted me higher on her knee.

“Let’s see how much force I can generate with this little space...” she mumbled to herself. Her leg was a blur as she brought it down, letting me fall for a quarter of a second before bringing that knee right back up, drilling my poor midsection and lifting me yet again. She repeated this, kneeing me solidly in the stomach five times… she seemed to like that number.

After her fifth knee, I was sent sailing several feet up, giving her enough space to uncoil her lengthy raised leg, catching me via the gut with her foot this time. Again, I hung there, helpless as she remarked, “Heh, looks like my closed quarters combat practice is paying off. What do you think, Kylie?” 

I turned to look at her, another clear view of panties and another look at the playful smile on her pretty face. That she could have such a carefree look on her face whilst she tormented me, it was unnerving… and the wink, downright terrifying. Her gaze drifted to my genitals, hanging freely. She tapped her index finger against the head of my cock. “Boop~”

With that, she lowered her leg and let me fall just far enough to where her spinning kick, once more, landed square in the center of my backside. Literally kicking my ass hard enough that I sailed forward, my chest scraping the ground as I came to a stop at the feet of Beads and Rico. The latter had her fists up and shaking, eager to punch me again no doubt.

But the both of them came to my sides and lifted me, one holding me under either of my arms whilst Sierra walked around us, her pumps loudly clacking against the floor until she stood before me with her arms folded, propping up her breasts. Through my agony-induced delirium, I could still that she was staring at my battered, bruised crotch.

“Mmm… it’s pretty nice for being soft. And such big balls too… I bet they’re quite a sight even without all the nasty swelling.” she stated, shamelessly. She ran a gentle finger across my cheek and down my chin as she knelt over, making damn sure I could see down her generous cleavage. “Sadly I didn’t get to see your match with Linea, and all the fun you had at the end. I’d love to know what that beast looks like at full mast. Hmhm, tell me Kylie… are you a grow-er or a show-er?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Rico rolling her eyes at Sierra’s behavior. And honestly, I kinda shared her sentiment. Don’t get me wrong, normally this kind of act from a girl like her would’ve at the very least gotten a stir out of me, if not seduced me right on the spot. But I was far from in a normal state of mind. This was different from the Linea fight, where waves of arousal hit me in spite of everything. The pain was overwhelming, the attacking relentless. And she was little to me but one of my tormentors in that moment.

Bitterly, I looked up into her eyes, and grumbled, my voice crushed to gravel from the lengthy choking sessions, “...I’ve been milked d-dry, and my body’s being put... put through utter hell. I’m not in the mood for your f-fucking teasing, you little whore...”

Rico stifled a giggle, before donning her usual pissed off expression, albeit a bit put-on now. Sierra’s demeanor, on the other hand, was at a complete 180°, her playful smile replaced with aghast outrage.

Beads, meanwhile, had no real expression to speak of…

That next moment, I saw a blur of pantyhose and then, heard an extremely loud, sickening wet crunch echoing through the hallway. It actually stung my ears from it’s sheer volume. It was a bit like what it might sound like if a sculpted greek goddess swung a baseball bat at a slab of meat. Then the unbearable pain set in, and I realized it was actually the sound of her kicking me in the balls. I was in utter shock, speechless and gasping in fear for what I thought for sure was the end of my testicles. She struck with perfect precision and immense power, her speed was such that her foot was back on the ground by the time I realized that her instep had blasted both nuts.

As I stared wide-eyed, the agony spreading swiftly from my groin into my core, Sierra growled, “Well if you don’t want me to see your erection, how about I make sure you never achieve another?” 

Why of all times did my male pride pick that time to show up, to not only reject but insult the one girl that seemed remotely willing to show me any tenderness? I wanted desperately to apologize, but I couldn’t form any words. Not in time, as milliseconds later, she sent another kick into my groin, and then another and another. They were so rapid I barely noticed that she was alternating legs. 

I wasn’t on Earth. I was in another universe were men were worthless and their nuts existed purely for target practice. My balls, already black and blue by the time I met Sierra, were bouncing wildly, threatening to fly off of my body and out into orbit from the sheer force of her every blow. Due to her striking in swift succession with her right leg, then her left, then right again, she was basically jumping into every kick, which not only amplified the momentum but also had her breasts bouncing uncontrollably, not that I could even spare a thought to that at the time.

She stopped, stepped forward and in her next motion, sent her knee sailing into my crotch. I’m not sure how my balls kept from being buried in my pelvis, never to see the light of day again, the impact was unreal. Once more she alternated, marching in place as her knees painfully bounced off my bare, punished nuts. Why…? Why did these women hate my balls so very, very much?!

The whole time, my cock was flopping freely, and on one occasion, her knee slammed painfully into it, though it did manage to shield my balls some fraction of the blow. Sierra paused, long enough for me to process the brutal assault that’d just been laid onto me. I was openly sobbing, groaning, “I’m… s-s-sorry…”

Sierra stared me right in the eye. “Move your cock. Now.”

Rico and Beads relented their hold on my arms enough to allow me to reach down towards my genitals. I wanted so badly to cup my balls, and try to give them sort of protection, but I knew better than dare to try at that point. Emasculated beyond all recognition, I grasped my flaccid member and pulled it up and out of the way, fully exposing my balls.

Her next and final knee was by far the worst, her rock-hard bony knee soaring out like it was fired from a missile launcher into the very softest part of my increasingly softening body. I finally found my voice in earnest again as I screamed a desperate, pathetic, high pitched howl of torment.

Sierra looked past me at the two women holding me and gave a nod of her head to each. Though she seemed to have to repeat it towards Beads a few times, as she likely wasn’t paying much attention. But eventually they complied to this apparent command, and simultaneously kicked my slumped legs out from under me, reaching down far enough to let me rest on my ass. 

I looked up at Sierra as she stepped between my legs, resting her heel against my devastated groin. Crying shamelessly, I wailed, “M-More?!”

“Ohhhh hell yes, more...” she whispered, licking her lips as she rose her leg up again. This was the closest view of her panties I’d gotten yet, and no sooner did I take note of this, did she stomp down heavily onto my abused nutsack, grinding them viciously against the concrete floor.

As she slowly but surely put more weight down, she spoke, “It’s such a shame an excellent set like this is wasted on you. Despite your handsome face, I can only imagine you aren’t too popular with women, smug as you are. Today’s been the first time in a long time your junk’s gotten this much attention, isn’t it?”

“Y-Yes!” I squeaked, willing to say anything to appease her. “I-I’m so lonely, and I lashed out! I’m sorry!”

Sierra stepped closer, bending over to let me see down that cleavage yet again, and simultaneously bearing down all the more ferociously. “Poor, sad little boy… but you’re naughty, so you need punishing. You deserve this, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely! I d-deserve every bit of it!” I squawked, my dignity having let me long ago by that point. “P-Please, I’ll say whatever you want, just don’t break my balls!!”

“Ohhhohoh, honeyyyyy… I was just making an idle threat, I’d never destroy your balls.” she cooed, lifting her pump off my crotch. “Trust me, there’s no threat of them being ruptured. Given the state they’re in, I’m going to guess Linea might’ve given you the spiel, about how Ultimate Fighting Girls are trained to maximize pain without actually breaking your bones or balls...? Well, we of Ms. Lin’s personal guard were the first to be given her training. I’m an expert ballbuster, Kylie… in that I can take them to their absolute limits without ever busting them. After all, if anything happened to those big, beautiful balls… what would I have left to stomp on?”

With that, she stomped down mercilessly onto my testicles, smashing them into the concrete. For a moment, she stood on one leg on my balls, putting all of her weight down onto them, her right foot trying it’s best to destroy me despite her claims. I screamed hoarsely as to my utter horror, from there she hopped up into the air. A little flurry of her legs, and she came down hard, this time her left foot slamming down onto my tortured testes. 

Her accuracy was amazing, and it stunned me how such a petite woman could feel so heavy on my scrotum. My attempt to again beg for my balls’ existence was lost in my throat, I could only watch in awe and fright as Sierra once again jumped off of my balls. This time she performed an elegant spin, with a ballerina’s grace, before her right foot landed with soul-crushing force onto my genitals.

My beaten body was actually spasming, I was involuntarily twitching from the sheer magnitude of the pain inflicted on me. The three ladies just stood there… I don’t know if they were saying anything or not. I couldn’t hear… I could barely see. My senses seemed to be leaving me, everything but the feeling of pain. It’s true, that through it all, they didn’t destroy my balls. In that moment, I found myself wishing that they had. Maybe being attacked by beautiful women is the only reason they even exist…

Moments later, I realized I was being lifted. Rico had roughly picked up my limp body and carried me, as the three women walked down the hallway to a lavish door. Sierra opened it, and as they walked inside, my hanging head smacked into the doorframe. Rico giggled at that. It probably wasn’t an accident. But I actually kind of appreciated it, the pain in my head momentarily distracted me from the miserable pain in my balls. 

To my surprise, on the other side was what looked like some classically furnished bedroom. Maybe… I was hallucinating that? I don’t know, my mind was certainly in a weird place. Perhaps they’d taken control of it, in the same way they’d taken control of the rest of me. Before I could settle on whether or not the place was real, I was dropped facefirst onto the hardwood floor. That felt real enough.

Beads knelt down before me and grabbed my wrists. In a swift motion, she pulled out a pair of handcuffs from beneath her skirt and snapped them onto me, binding my hands together. That had to be some form of mockery… I was far beyond being able to move. She said something to me, but I couldn’t really make it out. My head was so heavy and filled with fog… she could probably tell I wasn’t registering anything, so she began to slap me silly, her hand whipping wickedly into either of my cheeks.

After a few seconds of this, I shouted out, “STOP THAT!”

I opened my eyes and suddenly, there was clarity. Atleast in comparison to before. I could hear Beads this time as she stated, “You look terrible.”

There was no response to that. Other than perhaps echoing that I felt terrible.

Beads grabbed me by the hair, and Rico hooked my legs. I feared for my balls with her back there, but instead they lifted me callously off the floor and walked sideways as they carried me towards a cushy chair that Sierra was casually sitting upon, her lengthy legs crossed… her smile seemed to have returned to her.

They tossed me right onto her waiting lap. I just hung limply, my bound arms lying on the floor, my feet hanging just inches off of it. My aching, bare groin seemed to be angled right against her crotch. “Hmhm… tell me, is there anywhere else you’d rather be, Kylie~?”

“N-No… I don’t want to be… anywhere else… oh God...” I groaned, still unwilling to defy her. To defy any of them really, in hindsight I’m stunned I yelled at Beads. Pure reflex, I suppose. 

I felt her legs adjust beneath me, spreading. Her right leg came out above my battered frame, resting on my own legs before slowly sliding up my decimated body. I could feel every little curve of her powerful leg, covered only in thin pantyhose as it grazed my bare skin. 

It rested at the center of my back, where it began to coil. Her other leg lifted, and she was now gently scissoring my midsection. Without any pressure, this felt absolutely wonderful, even against my sore gut and damaged back. I allowed myself a small shudder… in any other circumstance, it’d be such a dream. For a moment I allowed myself to be in that dream.

I was awoken in the next second, as she clamped down mercilessly. The air escaped me immediately. Glancing back at her, I saw her chuckling. “You like this, don’t you? Don’t you love my legs, Kylie~?”

“Yes… I truly do...” I answered, honestly this time. If I were to be destroyed by anything, I atleast wanted it to be them. 

“D’aww… and what about that little spanking earlier? Did you like that?” Sierra asked, rubbing my ass. “It was just a little taste of what I can really do… I think you deserve the full experience. Would you like that?”

That, on the other hand, well… “Of course. Anything you want, Sierra.”

“Hmhm, I’m glad to see this is working. Such a well-behaved boy now. Next time you’ll know to say ‘yes’ when I offer to be sweet on you. IF there is indeed a next time...” she scolded. “Now then… let’s make sure it sticks.”

She made a big show of slowly raising her hand up into the air. I could only brace for the further humiliation. Of course, I expected that to be the worst of it… when her hand came down, it was far stronger than before, her hand sunk deep into my asscheek. I tried to grit my teeth and bare it. Why at that moment I decided to try and salvage any dignity, I don’t know. I suppose my ass had been through less than my balls had, so I still had some will to avoid screaming in pain from this.

Her second spank weakened that resolve though, and the third blisteringly hard strike eradicated it. I openly howled, I couldn’t believe how much this of all things was hurting me. Just when I thought I had reached the peak of my humiliation, the fourth spank brought me to tears. And of course Rico and Beads were just standing there watching the whole time. The former actually pointed and laughed at my plight. Beads just shrugged.

”Quiet, little boy.” Sierra commanded. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t follow that request, and after her fifth spank I squealed in anguish yet again, but this time it was cut off when her legs bore down all the harder on my gut. They clamped down to the point where it was harder to breathe, and therefore a lot harder to scream.

Now, with every spank came another wretched wrench from her legs, letting me feel the feminine might that was packed so tightly within them. I was truly beyond helpless. Even if I had the strength to make a move, my hands would still be bound by the cuffs. And I had no delusion about being able to wriggle free of her coiled legs. Even if I were at 100%, I’m certain it’d be an uphill battle.

And there was no end to this torment in sight… I was certain they wouldn’t stop until they were ready to kill me. There was, really only one solace I could take, and it was one that’d be unthinkable to me mere hours earlier. But as her assault continued on, my moans of anguish took on a bit of a different, panting tone…

I did yelp a bit though when she suddenly stuck a finger up my ass. Sierra laughed, “Sorry, sorry, had to give it a try! Heh… dunno why I’m apologizing. I mean I’m not apologizing for leaving all these handprints on your ass…”

She gave me one last truly brutal spank, my tenth of this session, and I actually caught myself shuddering. What was happening to me…? 

Sierra made some sort’ve gesture towards Beads who I saw walk over to a full length mirror that was stood in the corner. She brought it behind me, and I could tell without any of them saying a word that she wanted me to look. It was a struggle just to do that much, but I managed to look back far enough to see that she wasn’t kidding. My ass was indeed covered in red welts, in the shape of her womanly hand. I’d been branded...

She relinquished her hold on my ribs, giving me enough time to catch a breath as she grasped my hands and pulled them behind my back. My feet slid to the floor, my instep pressing into the hardwood as she pushed me down until I was on my knees, only my head remaining in her lap. Slowly, she coiled those thick thighs around my neck, circling it gently at first. I felt… so very comfortable in that demeaning position.

“If you love my legs… then I’m guessing you really love being in-between them. Would I be right, Kylie~?” she asked, clamping down gently, almost playfully squeezing me. Were it to have stayed like that, I’d happily sit like that all night.

“Mmm… yes Sierra… it’s a wonderful place to be.” I answered, lying less and less all the time. “I… I would do anything for a chance to truly get between them… what an… nngh, utter dream… and I wouldn’t rest until you were satisfied...”

As she listened to my slow, labored speech, her hand drifted gradually up her taut stomach until it dragged across her enormous left breast, pulling it up and letting it fall with a handful of mighty bounces. How I envied her hand for so casually achieving something I’d kill for… my God, I was really falling under this witch’s spell. 

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear… don’t ever try and act like you don’t want me, every man wants me. Heheh… of course, that fantasy will never happen, but it’s a good dream.” she teased. “And who knows? If you’re good, maybe I WILL let you between them for real… so you can show me how good you are with your tongue! Hmhm~”

“I’d love-” I began, but was quickly cut off by her legs tightening around my neck. On and off, on and off, she’d apply enormous pressure for a few seconds, then lay off for a few seconds, repeating that pattern… I knew if she kept it up for any considerable length of time I’d black out in moments, and likely choke to death. Her lower body strength was incredible, though after dealing with her crotch kicks I knew that pretty well already. 

“Such a defiant boy, yet so quickly you turn.” she taunted. “To think, mere minutes ago you were so bold as to try and attack Ms. Lin herself. But you see the futility in that now, don’t you? Hmhm… you’ve learned a lot in a short time.”

That was much more true than she could possibly know. Every moment, I was becoming more and more subservient… more and more accepting of the fact that I was never the man I thought I was. That I was never truly strong or skilled, that I was always lying to myself and everyone around me when I acted like some kind of fighter. The truth, as was becoming increasingly apparent, was that I was put on this Earth to serve the truly powerful, the truly beautiful… 

I was born to be a slave to the Ultimate Fighting Girls. Finally, I said it… not out-loud, but in my mind, I finally allowed myself to acknowledge this, a thought that I’d been burying down since the early minutes of my fight with Linea. I accepted it… and I smiled.

Sierra released the hold… for a moment I lifted my head up in a daze. Was it over? Did she tire of squeezing my neck? I felt a sting of disappointment at the notion… but thankfully this was just a tease, as she clamped down harder and longer than ever. My vision went hazy, moreso than ever… my eyes began to roll into the back of my head… and once more, I smiled…

“His cock...” Beads dryly murmured, gesturing towards my groin and saying nothing else. Sierra immediately let go of me, just in time to save me from passing out. With her index finger to my forehead, she shoved me onto my back to see for herself.

Lo and behold, I was erect. After Linea’s milking I thought for sure I’d had my last erection for a while, and after the brutal busting I was half-certain I’d never achieve another one again. And yet, I was rigid, perhaps moreso than ever. It was like I was going through my sexual awakening all over again, my cock rising to celebrate my transition from dom to sub. 

The green-haired temptress regarded it, delicately placing her pump to it’s underside, poking and prodding, adjusting it so she could study it from various angles. Finally, she came to a conclusion. 

“Hmm. Show-er, then.”

Her dismissive tone stung, and yet, made me smile. “Heh, yeah… I guess so.”

“Teehee… I mean I don’t know if it’s even remotely bigger than before. No wonder you didn’t want me to see you erect before. It’s actually more impressive flaccid!” Sierra giggled, her foot gently tapping my rigid cock. We laughed together over my embarrassment. 

She stood up and put a gentle hand to my face. “Ah well. I did ask for it’s presence and force it to rise, so I suppose it’s only fair I play with it a little.” My eyes lit up, and she smiled. “D’aww… like a little puppy~! One day all men are going to be so submissive.”

Sierra gave me a gentle pat on the head and I ate it up like an idiot. Rico was again openly pointing and snickering at me from the corner. I was on top of the world earlier that day. How did I fall so far in such a short time? A drawn out loss to Linea and a few minutes of these maids’ brutal beatdown obliterated the confidence I’d spent years building up in myself, and tortured me until I had to resort to masochism to see any sort of bright side.

With her hand on the bottom of my chin and her gentle tug guiding me, I willingly stood up, though my body definitely begged me not to. Well, most of it anyway… thanks to my cock I was puddy in her hands, melting at her touch, whilst she pushed me onto the bed. My hands still bound to my back, I sat my bare ass on the nylon, looking up into her gorgeous green eyes, waiting expectantly, eager for her touch in whatever form it came. 

“Honestly, I WAS just going to give you a little handjob when you got nice and hard for me. Not even a good one, I’d only be putting my thumb and index finger to work.” she informed me, as she ran her hands slowly down my torso, eventually onto my inner thighs, much to my open shudder. “But since you’ve made so much progress since then… since you’ve been such a good little boy, I’ve decided to give you a gift. Two of them, actually~”

Playfully, she grabbed her skirt and hiked up the sides for a little curtsey. She looked so adorable… and so insanely fuckable. As she stood up straight, she pulled her dress up and off of her, much to my amazed eyes. With a mischievous smile, her teasing hands went up her sides until they came to rest most enviably on her luscious breasts. I would’ve thought from the incredible size and figure they all boasted, the maids were all wearing some kind of push-up bra to amplify them and give them that perky look. You can imagine my shock when I saw that she actually wasn’t wearing one at all.

Out of the corner my eye, I caught Rico scoffing and turning away in disgust, whilst Beads leaned against the wall, having taken off her gloves so as to absent-mindedly check on her nails. Atleast, I think that was happening in the background there, I sure as hell wasn’t paying them any mind at that point. Not while Sierra stood topless before me.

“Do you like them~?” she asked, as she put her hands behind her head and gently shook her torso back and forth. This minute motion sent her breasts swaying heavily left and right. 

My mouth agape, it took me a moment to find my voice. “I… I love them. W-Wow...” I muttered, an assuredly dumbfounded look on my face.

“Do you… need them?” she followed up, two fingers running over her left nipple. “Do you need them hugging your cock like a long-lost lover?”

“S-So much… I need it so badly, Sierra...” I shuddered, my dick quivering already.

“Beg.” she demanded, as she went on and off her tiptoes. This alone had them bouncing for a good few seconds. 

It took some doing, but through great effort I managed to pull my arms over my head, purely so that I could clasp my hands together before her. And I leaned in, just to be a little closer to them. My head was level with them, they were maybe six inches from my face. “Please… please take my penis into your beautiful bosom, Sierra. I-I don’t deserve it, but I’ve never needed anything more...”

“Mmmmmmm...” Sierra hummed, a finger to her mouth as her eyes drifted, as though she were deep in contemplation. She continued making her titties sway with her most minor of movements all the while. “...Mmmm, okay~”

Without any more warning than that, she leaned in, letting her incredible, enormous breasts briefly kiss my face. Sierra slowly went down to her knees, letting her tits run down my chest, across my devastated midsection, and finally into my tortured groin. Any other touch hurt my tender body, but they were so unbelievably soft and smooth that I could feel nothing else but bliss, deeply moaning even before they came to rest with my cock snugly between them.

Such was their size, that my penis completely disappeared within her feminine flesh. But as she grasped the sides of them and pressed them together, tightly hugging my member, I couldn’t have been aware that it was in there, being stimulated from all sides. 

“Have you ever gotten a titjob before, Kylie?” Sierra asked. “Mmm, nevermind, doesn’t matter. Compared to mine, you’ve had nothing, no doubt about that~”

She started slow, pushing her tits up and down my rock hard, fully engulfed shaft, and in seconds I was taken, groaning hopelessly and uncontrollably. The pleasure center of my mind was going wild. When I closed my eyes, it seemed like her breasts were endless, forever sliding up the length of my dick. It was far more than I could handle… I promise I’m not usually so fast, but these women were just not something I was prepared for, and within moments I was ready to cum.

“Mmmm… oh?” she uttered, when she felt my cock twitch betwixt her tits. Cruelly, she pulled away, letting it pop out, moments before a climax, leaving me gasping, breathless. Sierra chuckled, “Kylie… surely you can last a little longer than that! You don’t want the fun to end this quickly, do you? Hmhm… the only thing to correct a premie is proper conditioning. I can help you with that...”

I was panting, trying desperately to jerk my pelvis in closer, my cock aching for her breasts. Tauntingly, she shook them madly, letting me watch as they danced before me, and then held them up closer… but refused to touch them to my penis until the twitching ceased. I felt my orgasm slip away, and only then did she come forward, bringing those perfect bosoms back to completely smother my cock.

Instantly I was moaning my ecstasy once more. Sierra laughed at how easy this seemed to be. Taking her hands off of her breasts, she let them rest for a moment but then, as if on their own, they hugged my dick all the more tightly. “Mmmm… you like this little trick? I think most of the UFG girls know it… mastery over all muscle, we can pretty much move our breasts at will. Look… a hands free titjob!” she boasted, her hands displayed above her head as with minute flexes, she sent her incredible breasts sliding up and down my stiff pecker.

“NNnnnnngggh fuck yessss...” I hoarsely grumbled. Even with my throat as tortured as it was I couldn’t help but voice my pleasure, those mammoth mammaries were taking me to a whole new world. This woman was like nothing I’d ever seen before.

She was clearly having the time of her life too, practically showing off, truly using her breasts alone to get me to the very peak. And yes, it didn’t take long before I was there once again. “Tsk, tsk… need to work on your self-control...” she scolded as she torturously slid her gargantuan bosoms away a second time. “Obviously you don’t have quite the same power over your cock as I do over my breasts.”

To hammer that in, she proceeded to send her breasts bobbing up and down as the rest of her body stayed perfectly still. If only my dick were still between them in that very moment, I’d have reached the greatest orgasm of my life, topping even the best Linea had to offer earlier. I groaned my frustration, but dared not say anything.

“Hmhm… while we wait for your raging 4 inches to settle down, I’d like to do something a bit more productive than just sit here…” she noted, standing up. With a single, well-aimed karate chop, she destroyed the tiny chain between my handcuffs and quickly pulled them off of my wrists, before grabbing me by the arm. Obediently I stood and followed her as she guided me past the other two maids.

As Beads was busy filing her fingernails, Rico complained, “Dammit Sierra, stop hogging him. I want to get some personal punishment time on this asshole!”

“Oh shush… I’m doing this bit to save time for you.” she explained to her, as she led me to a particular part of the room adorned with four shackles, two up high, two down low. Each had a remarkably short chain attaching itself to the wall. Sierra grabbed the two higher ones, opened them up and presented them to me. “Be a dear and put these on, Kylie~”

Insane as it may seem, I jumped at the chance to ensnare myself. My oncoming climax now a distant memory, my lust-induced was coming down, the blue balling threatening to shrivel my member. Slamming my back against the wall, I hurriedly latched a shackle onto my left hand, but then found myself struggling to do the same to my right. After some frantic scrambling, much to Sierra’s amusement, I managed to push my cheek into the top of the shackle, and snap it down that way.

And just like that, I was chained by my wrists to the wall. And I did it to myself, per her request, without a hint of hesitation. Sierra clapped, applauded my dedication. “My my, such a good boy! I’m so proud of how far you’ve fallen~

“P-Please, my dick…!” I uttered desperately, my penis beginning to wane.

She nodded and went down to her knees, pushing her tits forward until they engulfed my member which swiftly went right back up to full mast. As Sierra’s breasts tightly embraced my cock, to my deep shudder of excitement, she mused, “You know what the best part is about me not having to use my hands for this…? It’s that it frees them up for… other things...”

Her hands cupped my damaged, swollen testicles, their gentle touch forcing a slight wince from me but then, a sigh of relief. Delicately, she caressed my nuts whilst working my erection with her tits. This combo was absolutely overwhelming… within seconds my screams of ecstasy were echoing through the room, my cock entirely unable to handle it.

But this time, my orgasm was denied via a simple, painful squeeze to my tender balls. “NNNNNNNNNGGHOO!” I choked, as the pleasure was immediately replaced with agony. 

Sierra chuckled. “Sorry, but this is the most efficient way to discipline you. Much better than stopping and starting, wouldn’t you say?”

I was delirious at this cycle, as her titties went faster and faster, rocking my cock nonstop. And after every few seconds, the pleasure would become too intense, only for her to put a swift stop to it with another tight grasp. It was the height of frustration, absolute torment… and yet, I loved it.

After the fifth squeeze, she asked, “Tell me, Kylie… whose balls are these? Hm? This dick that I have in my little booby trap, who does it belong to?”

After what Linea said before, I knew what she was getting at. I never gave HER that satisfaction, even if it was certainly true by the end. But with Sierra… 

“...Yours. Th-they’re yours.” I confessed. “My balls… m-my manhood is yours… to do with as… as you see fit...”

I didn’t have to lie either. It was true, her womanly chest was absolutely owning my genitals. In a word, I was a slave to my lust, and thus, a slave to Sierra. And she knew it. She didn’t need any cuffs or shackles to do it, they merely existed to drive the point home. The truth was that all she needed to have complete control over me was her immaculate body.

Sierra laughed. “That’s right… I think my work here is done. Just one thing left to take care of...”

Her enormous tits became a blur as they whirred up and down with unbelievable speed, the friction was so intense I feared my cock might catch fire. It was certainly about to explode… and mercifully, she allowed this, with a catch. 

This time right as I came, she gave my testicles a tight clench. I screamed wholly as pleasure and pain became one, my cum had never gushed out of me more powerfully. I wouldn’t have thought I had so much left, but I immediately filled her expanse cleavage, and when she pulled away, her hands still squeezing my nuts, she seemed to actively enjoy letting the rest of my cum stream out onto her incredible tits. Not a drop hit the floor.

I was moaning and squirming, but she didn’t let go of my balls until my cock was done blasting her bosoms. She then stood, her tits dripping as she brought her hands up to them. What came next was something I swear happened in a wet dream of mine years ago, as she pulled her tits up and took her time licking them clean right in front of me. That she even could was a real testament to their size… she did it so casually, that I couldn’t help but think she must’ve done it several times before. Her tongue went in deep in the crevice of her mountainous cleavage… and the whole time, she was looking me in the eye.

My dick didn’t even have time to get soft. As she switched to lapping up the front of her tits, sucking her own swiftly hardening nipples, my member sprang right back up. She seemed to take note, that mischievous smile returning. Right as she gave one last deep suck to her left nip, her leg lashed out, and her shin blasted my poor, poor nuts.

This wasn’t with the same force as before, more akin to a kick from a regular girl but that was more than enough to send me spasming in misery, bruised as my balls already were. Sierra’s breast flopped down from her mouth as she laughed, “Sorry, just had to get a parting shot in. Something to remember me by~”

She blew me a kiss, and turned to walk away, giving her thinly covered ass a shake as she made her way to the door. As if tagging in, Rico walked past her and up to me. “Finally! God, it’s just like her to eat up all our time like that...” she grumbled.

Short little Rico stood with her legs spread, fists on her hips, a scowl on her adorable face. “I hope you enjoyed all her slutty nonsense, because you’ll get none of it from me. I do NOTHING to please men… unless Ms. Lin ordered it. In which case, I do it to please her, and not you!” she shouted. She got herself worked up so fast, her face so remarkably pouty as she did it, there’s no way I’d have taken her seriously if I’d met her in any other circumstance. “This is a punishment, nothing else… that’s what you deserve. For even THINKING of harming Ms. Lin, I will destroy you!”

She tried so hard to sound threatening, but her voice really let her down; she sounded like a cartoon mouse and was roughly as frightening. I’d have laughed if not for the fact that I’d gotten a taste of what she could do, and as my lust finally died down, I was dreading what came next.

Rico grabbed my forehead and roughly slammed the back of my head into the wall, pinning it down as she reared her fist back. “Take this, you disgusting, arrogant man…”

With that, she unleashed a brutal uppercut into my devastated abdomen, fresh new bruises to go with the discoloration already present. My once proud and solid set of abs had long since turned to mush, and was now but an obvious weak spot for her to exploit. Her bony fist crashed hard, time and time again into my stomach, and I was wheezing in moments. Breath wasn’t easy to come by, which seemed to be a theme of the day.

Turns out masochism - atleast from my experience - is a little hard to lean on when the person beating you does nothing to sexualize it. She was just repeatedly punching me in the stomach and it was nothing but agony. 

“This! Is what! You deserve!” she cried between strikes. “You do NOT! Disgrace! Ms. Lin! With your presence!”

It was insane to think someone so petite and adorable could pack such an incredible punch. I’d dealt with so many heavyweights, men twice my size throwing haymakers at me for years and I’d never felt a single uppercut that compared to what she was dishing out like a machine. 

I think I was just so desperate to find some kind of solace, my eyes drifted from her beautiful blue orbs and down to her gorgeous green ones. Which is to say I began staring at her tits, especially after her blows doubled me over and I ended up nearly getting a faceful of them. They were just about as big as Sierra’s and with every punch they swung and swayed, enough to offer me some minor distraction from the burning in my stomach.

Sadly it only took a few more shots for her to catch on to that. “...Are you… fucking ogling me right now?” she asked, bewildered.

I looked up at her to see a righteous fury beyond anything I’d ever known. Her little body was beginning to shake with sheer rage. Through grit teeth, she hissed, “All the beatings you’ve gone through today, and STILL your opinion of women is this low…?! You motherFUCKER!”

Her next uppercut sailed right between my legs, driving them into my pelvis. I think that scream was my absolute shrillest.

Rico’s angelic face was turning red as she gripped her skirt so tightly I was certain she’d tear it. “You wanna see them? Huh?! You want to fucking see them?!” she growled.

I got quite the mixed message when she indeed pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside, bearing her enormous tits, letting them flop out. She puffed out her chest at me, proudly declaring, “That’s right! These are BREASTS!”

You can imagine the flurry of feelings going through me when she angrily thrust them forward, slamming them into my face. She gave me what I can only describe as an extremely anger tit smother, grabbing my head and grinding me wildly against her soft, immense bosom. She shook her torso, letting them swing so that they may slap me across the cheeks repeatedly. I couldn’t believe how much that hurt.

“They’re symbols of power!” she shouted. “Just like everything else on a woman!”

She grabbed one of her tits, her other hand gripping the back of my head as she shoved it forward, smashing my nose with it. Rico proceeded to similarly use that breast as a battering ram, blasting me in the chest before naturally finishing by getting down on her knees and uppercutting both of her tits into my nuts, one for each.

I had certainly fallen far, here I was reduced to tears once again, this time by nothing but a set of heaving breasts. Just what in the hell was my life? 

And she wasn’t finished yet. Next, she yanked her panties down and spitefully threw them at me, letting them bounce surprisingly painfully off my chest. Slowly she turned around, letting me see her incredible bare ass, her supple womanhood, her simply perfect body. “This… is a woman’s body. I’m a fucking woman, and you’re gonna have to deal with it!”

She kicked off her shoes, intentionally letting one pump sail into my chin whilst the other of course landed squarely in my nuts. Pained yelps and groans were the only things coming out of my mouth, and I’m not sure that I’d know how to respond if I could form words anyhow. Rico again slammed my head against the wall, getting in so close that I could feel the warmth radiating from her beautiful body.

“That’s right! Get a good look!” she yelled. “I will NOT be objectified by you or anyone else… I wasn’t put on this Earth so that YOU would have something to stare at! And I’m about to show you what a woman’s body is capable of…”

And so she sent another uppercut into my stomach, and… my God. This one made everything I’d felt up to that point feel like utter child’s play. That tiny fist sunk so deeply into my gut that it just about disappeared. And Rico was so fast that the pain wasn’t even registered by the time she’d uncorked her next one, but as she grinded her knuckles in, the anguish hit me all at once. Some truly pathetic mewling was my only response. 

A third like this came and at that point I doubted that I had any unbroken ribs left. She hit me so hard, I was stunned it didn’t pierce my flesh and come ripping out of my back. And this was just the start of her assault. 

Rico took a step back, and for a moment I was able to admire her lovely figure yet again through blurred, sore vision. With her legs spread far, she spun into a double roundhouse kick, giving me beautiful flashes of her pussy between the two shin blasts to the side of my head. The moment her stockinged feet hit the ground, she leaped up into a crunching kneelift that nailed me square in the chin, rocking my head back. And on the way down, a her legs were a blur as she pelted my bruised torso with a flurry of snap kicks, her toes digging into my ever-softening flesh. She landed gracefully on one knee, and from there she finished this combination with yet another devastating uppercut, aimed where else but my thoroughly abused manhood.

As I writhed, struggling however much my beleaguered body would allow against the chains that I’d so stupidly ensnared myself in, Rico hissed, “You won’t get the point until I’ve destroyed every male symbol of pride that YOU have. And since your big, caveman arms are already rendered useless, that saves me some time…”

Before I even saw her adjust, her hands were gripping the back of my head again, and she’d slammed her knee viciously into my devastated midsection. I wanted to throw up but I put all my will into fighting it, I really didn’t want to know what she’d do to me after that. As her knee came in again, she grimly declared, “I won’t stop until the very last hint of muscle has vanished from your little tummy. Which, for you… shouldn’t take very long.”

A third knee was driven deep into my stomach as she chided, “Rather puny for a heavyweight, aren’t you?”

Her mockery was a constant as her rock solid kneecap pounded mercilessly into the flabby jelly that was my once proud midsection. And there wasn’t a single thing I could do, I couldn’t even form sentences. I didn’t have the air to scream with anymore. 

After a dozen or so of these I was praying to pass out from the pain and not wake up until it had all faded away. It was right about then that, when the anguish in my stomach was seeming to reach that sweet spot, that she almost cruelly paused. 

Her big blue eyes gazed into mine, frankly even that was hard to tell at that stage. “...I know you can’t speak very well right now… if you could, you’d beg me to stop, wouldn’t you? You’d be screaming, pleading for me to end this, isn’t that right?”

I took the opportunity to take a deep, shuddering breath and just that much was unbearable painful at that point. I then nodded, because she was a hundred and ten percent correct. She scoffed, and heartlessly drove her knee deeper into my stomach than ever. As I wheezed out most of that valuable breath, she whispered into my ear, “Too bad.”

Another knee, “Because I don’t listen to you...” yet one more, “...or any other MAN!”

Some of that air remained in my lungs, and the tiniest bit of energy that gave me, mixed with adrenaline from the sheer fear that this bitch was about to kill me spurred me to try something. So in the split second that her knee was reared back, I launched my legs out towards her, aiming a kick toward the enormous mammaries she took so much pride in.

Without even breaking expression, she evaded backwards, enough to get out of the reach of my legs. Showing little respect, she stepped back into range, letting me try again. I sent three kicks her way. She dodged to the left to avoid one, to the right to avoid the second. The last one, she caught, grabbing me by the ankle. 

“Oh God...” I moaned.

“Goddess.” she corrected, before squeezing the ever loving hell out of my ankle. As I squirmed, trying not to scream so as to save some measure of oxygen, she scolded, “Trying to fight back will only ever make this worse for you.”

Still holding my leg, she stepped forward and sent another wicked knee lift right into my hanging nutsack. At which point I could hold that scream no longer. Just when I thought I couldn’t be hit in the nuts any harder, she up and proves me wrong.

As I squeezed my legs together to try and avoid any further such knees and tried to pretend I was somewhere, anywhere else, Rico knelt down on the floor. She grabbed my ankles and forcibly pried them apart, before grabbing the lower shackles and locking them in place. Now my legs were forced apart… and as if I wasn’t helpless enough before, now I couldn’t move anything, save for thrashing my head.

And as though she wanted to go ahead and keep me from having any ideas about that, she delivered a wicked headbutt to me the moment she stood up, blasting my forehead. After which she grabbed me by the back of the head and bent me down as far against the chains as I could go, tearing into my wrists in the process. She proceeded to send her knee sailing up as high as it could possibly go, which just so happened to be barely enough to land square between my eyes.

I was far beyond the end of my rope, but my torment just seemed endless. But no matter how much she put me through, no matter what she said, there just wasn’t anything that could desexualize her for me… she stood naked before me, aside from her pantyhose and opera gloves, and she struck such a perfect feminine figure. What’s more her movements and attacks were as graceful as they were powerful. A stirring came to my damaged loins, in spite of everything. Another level of masochism reached, perhaps…

Terror struck me when she grabbed me by the shoulders, as I felt I knew what was coming. And I was powerless to stop it. She simply gazed into my tearful eyes as her adorable voice struck a grim chord in my soul. “When you came here… you were really proud of your balls, weren’t you? Enormous, swinging, filled to the brim with your toxic testosterone… you must’ve thought of them as symbols of your strength. But no… by now you should definitely know, that’s far from the truth. That size just means they’re easy targets. And if you don’t know this, then I’ll teach you right now… that in reality, those balls are the symbol of male weakness.”

Her grip tightened, as she slammed her knee furiously into my groin. 

“Die.” she stated, her tone turning cold as she slowly reared back, letting me anticipate the next devastating blow. I swear it came hurdling towards my crotch in slow motion, yet it landed with all the force of a freight train into my testicles.

“Bastard.” she growled, as her knee came in a third time, making me wonder why I didn’t just leave after my first asskicking.

“Asshole.” she grumbled, as her knee sent my nuts deep into my pelvis, and I came to regret every decision I’d ever made in my life that led me to that moment. 

She glared down contemptuously when she saw that, somehow, my erection had returned during this beating. Her immediate reaction was to spit on my cock, and she did so with great aim as it landed right on the tip. “Go to hell!” she yelled, just before smashing my nuts with her strongest knee yet, a deafening crunch filling the room.

My whole body trembled as the pain from my balls seemed to override my every sense. For the first few seconds after she finished, I could barely even tell that she was sitting in front of me, taking off her gloves and pantyhose. Finally ripping off the maid headband, she stood proudly before me, now entirely nude. 

“Bare flesh on bare flesh…” she murmured. “That’s how I prove who has the superior body.”

She said this as if there was any argument at that point, as if I disagreed even a little. But of course, if I did, I sure as hell couldn’t voice it. Least of which after she sent a karate chop into my throat, and then another down onto my cock. My eyes went wide the millisecond before this, as I was certain she’d snap it in half. But no, it was merely brutally painful, and sent it bouncing madly… and yet, a jolt of pleasure arose from my loins. 

“You have no idea how much I had to hold back to keep from shattering your pathetic penis...” she scolded. “But we keep your genitals intact… so that they may be punished again later!”

She took a step back, so that she may blast my balls with her bare foot, her instep landing solidly in my testicles. With immense speed, she removed it from my groin before the pain even hit me, and added three more shots - a toe kick, letting her toenails dig into my scrotum, a front stomp which saw the balls of her foot slam into my sac, and finally a kind of upkick in which her heel dug into my crotch. The pain came in waves, escalating to the point where it just about overloaded my brain. Though I will say, the quiet moan that eeked from my lips was a bit more lustful than before...

“Suffer.” she growled, as if I could do anything else. And yet still, she yelled, “Suffer!” 

Rico jumped into her next kick, and her breasts bouncing massively off it was the only thing other than the misery I could think about, even though I was sure as hell trying not to stare at them. And from there, she pelted me with kicks just like this. She alternated left and right, continually hopping into her next blow. All the while, her tits danced before my eyes as her bare feet smashed endlessly into my testicles.

This pushed me to new limits of pain, and yet, after this began I truly could not stop staring at her breasts, and with every kick, my grunt of pain became louder and… more of a shudder. My dick quivered unmistakably… I couldn’t believe it. I had finally gone all the way around on this. I was actually enjoying this ballbusting beatdown! From a girl like her, I would take absolutely anything I could get!

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Rico wasn’t quite as attuned to when a man was about to come as Sierra was. So she really didn’t seem to notice when I was nearing my climax. A blessing, and a curse… at the exact moment her foot made contact, I came and came hard. It was stunning how much semen I had left, I suppose those balls were that big for a reason. And that was quite unfortunate, because it meant that it spurted all over her, the white streaks landing on her breasts, her stomach, her hips… the first and mightiest, even made it up to her chin. 

She froze, utterly in shock, her foot still firmly planted in my nuts. Slowly, painfully she removed it and took a few slow, staggering steps back as she surveyed herself, looking absolutely mortified. A quiet shudder escaped her lips. An elongated one, that slowly rose in volume like a crescendo. 

Her fists and teeth clenched, and it seemed like her entire perfect body was tensing up, showing off just how defined those muscles really were underneath the harmless looking veneer. Those eyes might’ve been a beautiful shade of blue, but she was unquestionably seeing red. 

“You… piece… of shit...” she snarled, her death glare firmly aimed at my balls.

“I’m s-... I’m soo-...” I sputtered. 

Rico began to step backwards, first slowly, then at a running pace. She didn’t stop until she was at the opposite wall. And then, she knelt down onto one knee, a hand on the ground before her. I knew that stance. As the lust left my body, dread replaced it. And yet, I couldn’t look away, I couldn’t close my eyes. I couldn’t stop staring...

She took off like she was shot out of a rocket, running at a blinding speed towards me. Her breasts swung back and forth mightily as her bare feet pounded the hardwood floor. “Fuck you, patriarchy!” she hollered at the top of her lungs, just before planting a foot in the ground and sending her other leg up at incredible speed. She made expert use of momentum, putting every last bit of it behind this one perfect kick. 

I’m convinced that it was the one truly full-force blow I received that day. 

It landed ruthlessly in my crotch, specifically into my left testicle, with cold, calculated precision. The force was such that it lifted my upper body off the floor, shattering the chains that held my legs in the process. My ragdoll of a figure was unnaturally crumpled as my pelvis just about careened into my chest.

Before I felt any of that, I felt that testicle give way. It was obliterated instantly. For one move, she dropped all of her disciplined training that taught her to avoid destroying a man’s nuts… in one fell swoop, I became half a man.

I was absolutely speechless, after my legs slumped against the floor and I hung there limp, unmoving, damn near catatonic. The pain was simply indescribable.  

Rico leaned in and whispered into my ear. “And now you know… what a busted nut feels like. If not for Ms. Lin’s policy, you’d have two of them.”

With two karate chops to my wrists, she broke the shackles, letting me fall limp against the floor. Lording over me, she declared, “Be thankful for her mercy. For she always tells us… the reason a man has two balls, is so that one may be used to teach him a lesson. Consider that remaining testicle your second chance, pig. A second chance you don’t deserve...”

Only because of the way I fell, did I see her walk over to the bed, where as it turns out, Beads was laying. Her clothes were strewn about the floor… she was actually asleep under the covers. Rico absentmindedly shook her awake and then stormed out of the room.

Beads sat up, the covers slipping off her nearly nude form; she only had her panties and stockings on as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Hrm…? Oh, are we still doing this? Eh...“

After fighting with the covers a bit, she managed to slink out from them and stagger onto the floor with a deep yawn. Lazily she walked over to me, reaching down to grab my hair, pulling me painfully up to my feet before scooping my legs out from under me, carrying me like we were on honeymoon over to the bed.

She dropped me callously onto the soft mattress. The entire time, I don’t think she once looked directly at me. Not until I reached up towards her, my destroyed voice desperately crying out, “No… more… please… I-I’ve been through… so much… I’ve lost… a-a nut… I can’t take… anymore...”

“That’s nice.” she replied, not even really listening. 

Beads forcibly raised me up to a seated position so that she could slink behind me. She proceeded to just let me fall back into her as she slid her hands up my torso, her legs coiling around me, her thinly covered feet inches from my half-ruined genitals.

“S-Seriously… have mercy...” I cried. “I’ll do anything… just please don’t… hurt me… anymore… whatever it takes, I’ll-”

“Listen, let me stop you right there. In case this hasn’t occurred to you yet: I don’t care.” she interrupted. She could not have possibly sounded anymore bored. “Like, not in the slightest. I don’t give even a little bit of a shit what happens to you. But it’s in my job description to punish. So if you want to get this over with, why don’t you do me a favor, and get hard for me, huh?”

“B-But… my balls...” I groaned.

“Ball.” she corrected. “And don’t be a bitch, you should still be able to get hard...”

Her hands traveled delicately across my battered torso, settling at my nipples, one of the few parts of me that were at no point decimated that day. I was so wickedly tender, that even the gentlest brush was painful. But of course at that point I was so deep into my newfound masochism that this agonizing caress peaked my interest. To help this along a little further, she crawled up a little higher on the bed, until my head was resting against her breasts, like big supple pillows. 

Beads proceeded to rub my left nipple with two fingers until it became erect, at which point she started passively pinching it. Simultaneously, her feet slowly pushed towards my groin, resting against my flaccid member. Her big toe gave it a tap… and slowly but surely, against all odds, it came back to life.

“Great.” she uttered with all the enthusiasm of a piece of cardboard. With a sigh, she clasped her stockinged feet around my erection, clutching my cock and slowly moving up and down the length of my shaft. 

For having so little passion for it, she was a natural at footjobs it seemed, as her feet skillfully teased and stimulated my member. “Ohhhhh fuck yes…!” I howled, quickly rendered a senseless fool by the pleasure.

I can only surmise that she rolled her eyes at this, as she groaned, “Not so loud...”

But I didn’t have a single bit of control over that. My dick was pulsating violently within moments, and I was loudly howling as I came to, miraculously, yet another orgasm. I’m not sure how many that was for the day, maybe my seventh…? At that point, I really had nothing left, it was the dryest ejaculation of my life but just as hard as any up to that point. 

Beads didn’t react at all to this, though, her feet continuing to pump at that dry well. And in response to my screaming, she wrapped her arm around my neck, putting me into a dragon sleeper, forcing me deeper into her tits. “Quiet...” she muttered as she went right along working my dick.

Her arm squeezing my throat ever more tightly silenced my screams to quirt, pathetic moans, but the pleasure only became all the more intense. Linea’s words about auto-erotic asphyxiation flashed in my mind, as I realized that suddenly my cock had never been more sensitive. 

I came once more… but the lust and adrenaline was leaving me. After so many climaxes, so many shots to my groin and one nut permanently destroyed, this orgasm was more pain than pleasure. And still, it didn’t cease. Not even when Beads’ smartphone, laid on the nightstand beside the bed, began to ring and she nonchalantly picked it up.

“Hey.” she answered, as her feet drained my member all the faster. “...Yeah. He seems pretty broken. Uh-huh. Yep… sure thing.”

She pressed a button. “You’re on.”

A familiar voice came from the phone. “Hello there Kyle… it’s Ms. Lin speaking. I sure hope you can hear me… nngh… because I… I can hear you...” 

Certainly she sounded as smooth as ever, even though her breathing seemed a bit hurried. Atleast I think it was… my memory of the whole affair becomes hazy at this point. The room seemed to be spinning… by the time Beads was finished with me, she’d tortured my dick with a dozen orgasms, with her leader listening all the while…

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Ms. Lin relaxed in her bubble bath, her legs crossed and splayed at the edge of her tub as she submerged just deeply enough to hide her nipples from no one in particular, as though she were teasing the universe itself with her immaculate form. 

On the wall in front of her was a widescreen display, on which she was watching Linea’s destruction of the star MMA fighter. In her hand, she held the phone with which she was listening to his continued torture at the feet of Beads. 

Her other hand… was submerged in the water, going hard at work.

“Mmmpf… you suffer beautifully…” she shuddered. “That’s the one quality that I... look for in a man… once they’re done with you, I think… you’re going to become… one of my personal slaves… hmhm, nnngh…”

A day or so later, Kyle would be declared missing by the police. Their only lead was a mysterious, leaked video of him getting absolutely obliterated by a young woman. An aggressive manhunt turned up absolutely nothing, with several suspected witnesses denying ever being in the audience. After months of confusion and the champion’s reputation shot to begin with, eventually Bellator had no choice but to vacate their heavyweight title. This, coming so soon after Chief’s meteoric fall from grace, had many label their championship as cursed.

This was all quite to the delight of the crafty, cunning and cold promoter of the Underground Arena. But that was in the days ahead.

On this day, she found plenty of satisfaction all alone in that room...