Max knows how to fight rapists

As the older man's zipper came down, Max's breath hitched, but her resolve hardened. She waited, poised like a predator, until both men were fully exposed, their pants dropped around their ankles. With a swift, practiced motion, she launched herself forward, her fists clenched and aimed with deadly precision. The first blow caught Frank squarely in the groin, his eyes widening in shock as he crumpled to the floor with a guttural grunt. The boss, caught off guard, tried to step back, but Max was relentless.

With a swift motion, Max delivered a devastating kick to the boss's groin, mirroring the move she'd used on Frank. Both men were now writhing on the floor, clutching their injured groins and groaning in pain. Max took advantage of the distraction to scramble to her feet, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly scanned the room for any signs of additional threats, her eyes darting towards the door. That's when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. As the footsteps grew louder, a towering figure emerged from the shadows, his broad shoulders nearly filling the doorway. He was a giant of a man, muscles rippling under his tight shirt, his face a mask of confusion and anger. Max didn't hesitate; with a swift swing, she slammed the lamp into the side of his head, the sound of shattering ceramic echoing through the room. He roared in pain, clutching his face, and Max saw her opening. With a powerful kick, she aimed straight for his groin, the ball of her foot connecting with a sickening thud.

As the last man crumpled to the ground, clutching his groin in agony, Max stood tall, her chest heaving with exertion. The room was silent now, except for the groans of the men scattered around her. She quickly scanned the space, her eyes sharp and alert, ensuring there were no other threats lurking in the shadows. Logan's voice crackled through her earpiece again, more urgent this time. "Max, we need to move, now!" he pleaded. Without hesitation, Max sprang into action but the 2 men that were trying to **** her were back on their feet and coming at her.

Max didn't have time to catch her breath as the two men lunged at her again, their faces twisted with a mix of pain and fury. She could hear Logan's voice in her earpiece, urgent and worried, but she tuned it out, focusing solely on the adversaries in front of her. The first man swung a wild punch, but Max was quicker, ducking under his arm and delivering a precise strike to his groin.

As the first man lunged at her with a wild punch, Max sidestepped gracefully, her movements sharp and calculated. With a swift, precise motion, she unleashed a snapping kick aimed directly at his groin. The kick connected with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the room as the man's eyes widened in shock. He doubled over, clutching at his injured area, his face contorted in pain. The second man, undeterred by his partner's plight, charged at her with a roar. Max pivoted on her heel, her leg swinging in a powerful arc.

As the two naked men lunged at her, Max sprang into action, her leg coiling like a spring before unleashing a powerful roundhouse kick aimed squarely at the first man's head. But he was quicker than she anticipated, ducking under her strike with a grunt. Before she could recover from the momentum of her missed kick, his arms wrapped around her torso from behind, pulling her back against his sweaty, naked body. Max's breath hitched as she felt his hot breath against her neck, but her mind raced with instinct. She didn't panic; instead, she leaned forward slightly, using his grip against him.

As the man's arms tightened around her, Max could feel the heat of his erection pressing against her lower back, his heavy balls swinging freely and brushing against her buttocks. The sensation sent a surge of adrenaline through her, fueling her determination to escape. With a swift, powerful motion, she lifted her leg, arching her back to gain momentum. Her bare heel connected squarely with his groin, the impact sickening as his breath hitched sharply. He released his grip, stumbling backward with a guttural grunt, both hands clutching at his injured organs.

As the second man closed in, his breath hot against her shoulder, Max didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned back into him, her body pressing against his sweaty chest. With a swift, calculated movement, she brought her knee up sharply, connecting squarely with his testicles. The man let out a guttural groan, his body tensing as he stumbled backward, clutching at his groin. Max took advantage of the momentary distraction to launch a straight punch to his nose. He crumbled down.

➤ the rapists were down for now but the muscular guard was getting up. She prefers to hit naked testicles but you work with what you have

As the two men lay momentarily subdued, Max's sharp eyes caught movement from the corner of the room. The muscular guard, who had been knocked down earlier, was now stirring, his broad frame pushing itself up from the floor. His face was a mask of fury, and his eyes locked onto Max with a predatory intensity. Logan's voice crackled urgently in her earpiece, "Max, behind you!" but she had already sensed the danger. The guard, still dazed but far from defeated, charged at her with a powerful roar. Max stood her ground, her stance steady and deliberate. At the last minute she let herself fall on her back and he could not stop so he ended up standing over her and leaning down to reach her neck with his hands. Everyone in the room knew what was going to happen when the muscular guy had one foot at each side of the young naked girl.

As the guard loomed over her, his hands reaching for her neck, Max knew she had to act swiftly. With a sudden burst of strength, she kicked up, the perfect sole of her right foot catching the bulge in his groin from below. The guard's eyes widened as her foot connected with a sickening crunch, his body jerking upright as he howled in pain. Even without visual confirmation she could tell she landed the blow perfectly because she felt his balls through the thin fabric of his pants.

Max wasted no time, rolling to the side and springing to her feet. He was on all fours, lost in his agony. Max walked around him and from behind and say his thighs forming an inviting inverted V. She had seen men in this position many times and could imagine the full scrotum hanging low between them. She delivered a final, decisive kick to his balls, leaving him writhing on the floor. Breathing heavily, she stood tall, her mission far from over.