Face her in a fair fight

Caprice jumps in surprise, spins around, and slowly approaches you. You back away a little, buying some time.

"Ready to lose those?" she asks, pointing at your fat, purple spuds.

"I've already been hit in the balls" you plead, "Anissa kicked them up from behind! I'm nearly ballbusted already!"

"You want me to take it easy on you?" she asks, as you start nodding "like you did with Valerie?" she adds, pointing to her cuntbusted friend.

"She'll be OK soon" you reply, looking over at the girl still doubled over on the ground, deep in pussy-pain "but if you pop me I'll be out for..." SPLAK! "huuuuuuuuuuu-ughhhhhhhh!"

Too late you realize Caprice was distracting you, and your testicles just paid the price. She hammered your nuts into your throat with a powerful ball kick that perfectly connected with both orbs, distorting them over her foot until they were as flat as pancakes. It would have finished you off even when you were totally fresh but now, with your spunkmakers already swollen and fragile, it totally destroyed you.

"Guh... huhh..." you gasp. The ball pain hasn't even hit you yet, and you can't even call her a bitch. You're stunned, and can hardly breathe.

Then you notice her tits and belly are completely soaking! Huge ropes of cum sprayed her front, way more than you usually lose from a good ball shot. Every time a testicle is crushed under a female foot a little jet of spunk is usually squeezed out from the sudden pressure. But this much, this much usually means a boy just lost a ball. When a testicle actually breaks, its entire contents are instantly **** out under huge pressure, as the gonad desperately clutches at its final chance to reproduce.

"Uhhh... I'm popped... Ahhh..." you manage as she smiles at you, admiring her footwork.

"There, there sweetie" she coos, approaching you, "you still have one ball left."

At that moment the ball pain comes racing up from between your legs, and you start gagging. "Gonna... hurk... puke..." is all you respond with as you drop to hands and knees. "Don't touch it!" she adds urgently, as your hands move towards your pulped nut. You remember and pull them away, clutching your churning stomach instead. "If you lose an egg, don't scramble it" was the saying. It comes back into one piece quicker.

You take one final glance up at Caprice, and see her helping Valerie to her feet, then you start heaving.