Fight on

"Aww, is the little ball boi feeling sick?" she taunts, her voice dripping with mock concern. "Those gonads must be aching something fierce by now."

You're on your knees, fighting waves of nausea as your testicles throb in agony. The blonde towers over you, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She wiggles her perfectly pedicured toes, the anklet catching the light.

"I bet you wish you could worship these feet instead of taking more kicks," she purrs. "But that's not how this game works, is it?"

Her foot rears back for another devastating blow. Your balls feel like they're in your throat, and you're not sure how much more **** they can take.

You know the ball pain will get worse - it's always delayed a little. You have a small window of time to fight back. You catch her ankle as she tries to kick you while you're down. As you grab her ankle mid-kick, the blonde's eyes widen in surprise. She loses her balance, tumbling backwards with a yelp. Her body hits the ground with a thud, knocking the wind out of her.

"You little fucker!" she snarls, her face contorted with rage.

Her legs spread as she falls, giving you a clear view of her smooth, pink pussy. Despite her anger, you notice a glisten of arousal on her labia. The fight is turning her on.

"Think you're clever, huh?" she taunts, propping herself up on her elbows. Her breasts heave with each breath, nipples visibly hard. "Come on then, show me what you've got!"

She's **** now, legs spread and pussy exposed. But your balls are still throbbing from her earlier ****. You know you need to act fast before the full wave of nausea hits. Her pussy is wide open and lined up almost perfectly. You start stomping her, hard and fast.

Your brutal stomps land squarely on her exposed pussy, eliciting agonized screams from the blonde. Her body convulses with each impact, her back arching off the ground.

"Fuck! My cunt! You're crushing my fucking ovaries!" she wails, her face contorted in pain.

You continue your merciless ****, feeling her soft flesh yield under your feet. Her labia swell and redden from the ****, her clit visibly engorged.

"Nnngh... gonna... puke..." she groans, her stomach heaving.

Suddenly, her body tenses, and she lets out a guttural moan. A gush of clear fluid spurts from her abused pussy, soaking the ground.

"Shit... you made me... cum..." she pants, her body still trembling. "But my ovaries... fuck, they're churning in my belly!"

Despite her orgasm, you can see the fight isn't over. Her hands protectively cover her battered cunt, but her eyes still burn with determination.

You deliver a final, devastating stomp to her already battered pussy. The blonde's body jerks violently, her eyes rolling back in her head as she lets out a blood-curdling scream.

"FUUUUCK! My ovaries! You've... you've popped them both!" she wails, her voice breaking.

Her body goes limp, her hands weakly cupping her destroyed cunt. Eyes screwed shut in pain, she whimpers, "I'm... I'm out. You've eliminated me."

You stand over her, panting heavily, your own balls still aching from her earlier ****. The blonde's once-pristine pussy is now a swollen, bruised mess. A mixture of her cum and ovarian fluid seeps out, pooling beneath her.

"Congratulations," she groans, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hope you're proud of yourself."

As you catch your breath, you hear commotion in the distance. The battle rages on, and you're still in the game. Your victory over this tough opponent has given you a boost of confidence, but your balls are still tender from her kicks.

You won, but a few seconds later the delayed ball pain hits and you drop to your knees, cupping both swollen orbs. As you drop, the blonde crawls over, still wincing from her destroyed ovaries. She shoves a bucket between you both just in time.

"Fuck... you really did a number on my cunt," she groans, before retching violently into the bucket.

You take your turn, the acrid taste of bile burning your throat as you expel the contents of your stomach. The blonde's eyes meet yours over the rim, a mix of grudging respect and lingering anger in her gaze.

"Not bad... for a ball boi," she manages between heaves. "But this isn't over. There are plenty more girls out there ready to pop those swollen nuts of yours."

As if on cue, you hear approaching footsteps. The battle continues, and you're both easy targets in your current state.