Follow the girls to find the location of their base

Struggling through waves of nausea, you trail the girls at a safe distance as they help the cum-covered Kleio along. Their bare feet leave slight impressions in the dirt that you follow.

"My ovaries are totally scrambled," Kleio whimpers. "I can feel them floating loose up in my gut..."

"At least you made him drain his balls first," Abella consoles her. "Did you see how swollen and purple they got by that third load?"

"Speaking of loads," Janice smirks, "you might want to clean his cum off your tits before it dries..."

"Leave her alone," Keisha scolds. "Getting your ovaries popped is bad enough without the teasing."

They lead Kleio through a series of turns, eventually arriving at what appears to be their base - a defensible alcove with medical supplies and several buckets for vomiting. Other injured girls rest there, some holding ice packs to their pussies, others massaging their displaced ovaries back into position.

The girls icing their clits ask Kleio what happened to hers. "Oh god, you should have seen it," Kleio groans, holding an ice pack to her battered pussy as the other injured girls gather around. "He caught me completely off guard - made me cum so hard my ovaries basically gift-wrapped themselves for his foot."

"But you got some good hits in too, right?" asks a redhead nursing a swollen pussy. "His balls must have been aching..."

"Made him shoot three massive loads," Kleio says proudly, still wiping traces of cum from her fake tits. "First one mixed with my puke in the bucket. Second one too. But the third..." she shivers at the memory. "He painted my tits white while I was cumming. Then while I was still spasming, he managed to get up and stomp both my ovaries into jelly."

"Damn, sounds like he really earned that win," comments another girl holding her displaced ovaries. "Most boys are useless after two loads, let alone three."

"His balls were like purple grapefruits by the end," Kleio admits. "Probably won't be fighting again today. But fuck... he knew exactly when to strike..."

The girls continue comparing battle stories as they tend to their injuries, unaware you're listening from nearby. "How about you?" the recovering girls call over to Keisha, Janice, and Abella.

"I haven't popped any balls yet today," Keisha sighs, showing the gathered girls her french pedicure. "But I made three boys puke their guts out. This one ball boi turned completely green after I kicked them up into his stomach."

"I almost got one," Abella adds, adjusting her toe ring. "Had his balls nice and high in his belly, but he managed to work them back down before I could finish him. Still made him shoot a huge load all over my feet though."

"No pops for me either," Janice grumbles, her black-painted toes curling in frustration. "Got close with on boy - his right nut was so swollen it was about to burst. But then he got a lucky shot to my pussy and I had to back off while my ovaries settled."

"The day's still young though," one of the injured girls encourages. "Plenty more balls to bust!"

"And they're all getting weaker," another adds. "Most boys have taken at least one good nut shot by now. Should be easier to pop them."

One of the recovering girls - new to the battle - raises an eyebrow. "Really? They get easier later?"

"First hit usually just stuns them," Keisha explains clinically. "But each kick after that compounds the damage. The testicles get more and more sensitive."

"Right," Janice nods. "By the third or fourth hit, they're so tender that even a light tap makes them want to puke. That's when they start shooting loads involuntarily too."

"The really fun part," Abella adds, "is when they get pushed up into their stomach. Once they drop back down, they're twice as sensitive. Hit them then and they practically pop themselves."

"Don't forget about cum pressure," Kleio groans from her recovery mat. "Each load they shoot weakens the testicular walls. By the third or fourth load, their balls are like overripe grapes ready to burst."

"And once one ball pops," another girl chimes in, "the other one has to work twice as hard. Usually bursts within minutes from the strain."

The girls continue sharing their ball-busting knowledge, comparing notes on the most effective techniques for destroying testicles.