Split up

She is down, clutching her pussy and retching. After a few more well-placed kicks to her exposed cunt, she's down on her knees vomiting violently.

"Her ovaries are definitely dislodged," one of the boys whispers, watching her shake and heave. "She won't be fighting for a while."

The other nods. "We should split up though - covering more ground means better chances of picking off isolated girls before they can group up."

"Agreed," you says. "You head west, you can take east, and I'll head south I guess." The other boys walk off, and you decide to see if you can get any information from the toned, atheletic hottie first.

The redhead girl is still on her knees, one hand pressed between her legs and the other wiping vomit from her mouth. Her firm breasts heave as she catches her breath.

"Might as well tell me what you know about the girls' strategy," you say. "Your ovaries are already displaced - you won't be fighting for a while anyway."

She looks up at you, green eyes narrowed. "Fuck you," she spits, then winces as another wave of nausea hits. "But... okay, fine. The girls are mostly working in pairs or trios. There's a group of five who've already popped eight guys' balls between them. And..." She retches again.

"And what?" you press, placing one foot on her chest. The girl falls back with a grunt as you nudge her over with your foot. Her tits shake like jello as she hits the ground. She's still clutching her aching pussy with one hand, but manages to prop herself up on her elbows.

Her displaced ovaries are clearly causing her intense discomfort as she squirms on the ground. "That's everything I know, I swear. Now let me deal with my fucked up ovaries in peace before I recover enough to make you puke up your nuts."

"You're lying," you say, leaning closer. "Tell me more about-"

WHAM! Quick as a snake, her foot snaps up between your legs. Her soft sole catches you right under the balls, driving them up into your body with shocking ****. Your testicles rocket up into your pelvis as waves of nausea flood through you.

"Ungh!" You stagger back, hunched over. Your balls are throbbing somewhere up near your stomach now. The redhead smirks through her own discomfort.

"That's what you get for not keeping your distance," she taunts weakly. "Good luck getting those nuts back down. Maybe next time you'll listen when a girl tells you she's done talking."

You collapse to your knees beside her, groaning "You bitch..." before violently retching. Your displaced testicles are making your stomach churn terribly.

The redhead laughs weakly between her own waves of nausea. "Takes one... to know one..." she pants, still holding her aching pussy.

You both stay there for a moment, two fighters temporarily incapacitated by each other's low blows, sharing in mutual misery as you empty your stomachs.

Unable to coax your own nuts down, you make her an offer - if she helps you get your balls back down, you will help her relocate her ovaries.

The girl with the hot legs considers your offer through her nausea. "Fine," she groans. "But you help me first. My ovaries feel like they're floating somewhere near my kidneys."

She rolls onto her side, grimacing. "I've done this before... you need to massage my lower abdomen, working downward. The ovaries will naturally want to settle back into place if you help guide them."

You try, but you can barely move and ask her to help you first.

She groans in frustration. "Look, I get it - your balls are in your throat right now. But I literally can't help you until my ovaries are back in place. The pain is too distracting. Mine have been busted way longer that yours!"

She tries to sit up but winces. "Just... try to reach over and help me. Once my ovaries are settled, I promise I'll get your nuts back down where they belong. Deal?"

You painfully **** yourself to move, crawling over to help her despite your displaced testicles making you retch repeatedly. Your hands shake as you begin massaging her lower abdomen in slow, downward motions.

"That's it," she guides through gritted teeth. "A little lower... yeah, right there. Keep going."

You have to pause twice to vomit from your own pain, but persist with the massage. After a few minutes, she lets out a relieved sigh. "I can feel them settling back down... just a bit more..."

Her perky tits rise and fall with steadier breathing as her ovaries gradually return to their proper position. "Okay," she finally says, sitting up carefully. "Your turn. Lie back - I know exactly how to get those balls back down. I've helped other guys before."

"Yeah," she says, carefully massaging your lower abdomen. "My boyfriend and I practice at home. I've gotten pretty good at both displacing and relocating balls."

She works her hands in gentle downward motions. "The trick is to guide them back down slowly. Too fast and they'll just shoot back up again."

You feel waves of nausea as she manipulates your displaced testicles. "Almost there," she encourages. "Just try not to throw up on me."

She notices your tip is so hard it could cut diamonds, and a thick line of precum is running down your head and pooling under you. "First time?" she asks with a knowing smirk, continuing to work your testicles back down. "Most guys leak like crazy when their balls finally drop back into place. The relief is... intense."

She watches your face carefully as she continues the massage. "Just breathe through it. Almost there..."

"Ohhhh!" you groan as your balls finally drop back into place with an audible PLOP. The intense relief triggers an immediate orgasm, and thick ropes of cum spray across her full, round breasts, both nipples immediatley respond, growing long and hard.

"Fuck!" she gasps, looking down at the mess coating her tits. "A little warning next time? Though I guess that's better than puking on me." She wipes some of your cum off with her fingers, examining it. "Well, at least your balls are working fine now."

She starts to get up carefully, her own recovered ovaries still tender. "Remember our deal - we both helped each other, so we're even. Next time we meet, all bets are off."