Her tits

You figure that having her fun bags at eye level make them prime targets for a swift uppercut, stepping in you launch a fist upwards and are slightly surprised when you feel contact with her squishy breast, your fist sinking in slightly as your punch carries upwards but it slides out the way, causing her whole chest to jiggle.

You look to her face to assess the damage and find her looking positively bemused at your attempt to injure her, though you thought it had been a pretty solid hit the look on her face suggest otherwise. Quickly grabbing your outstretched arm she drags you off your feet, dangling before her.

“That was positively pathetic” she says, casually ripping the clothes from your body in one swift motion, “and a cock to match” she giggles looking down at your dangling member. “And to think, I was even planning on having a bit of fun with that, oh well, too *little* too late” she grins at her own joke.

She lifts you slightly higher, bringing your junk to her eye level. “Hmm, well seeing as you seemed so keen to strike my funbags, might as well have a go at yours.” She laughs giving your nuts a stern backhand, sending waves of pain up your abdomen. “Let’s just get you in a better position”

Scooping up what remains of your clothes she drops you, giving you a minute to cradle your balls. She rips the clothes into strips and bind them around arms and ankles, before hoisting you up and tying between two clothes hooks between the alley, placing you balls at her eye level.

“THWACK”

her right fist connects with your nutsack, sending it swinging about wildly as it bounces off the back of your ass. She lets out a small giggle at the site, before curling her left hand up for another strike.

“SMACK”

Her left fist comes up from below this time, catching both your nuggets over her hard knuckles, before crushing them cruelly between your pelvis and her hand, cause pain to coarse up throughout your whole body as your testicles scream for the **** to end.

She then takes a more practiced fighting stance and unleashes a flurry of blows to your bruised bag. After the tenth strike you lose count, and just feel the constant pain emanating from you balls, punctuated by a fresh wave with every strike.

Eventually the strikes slow down and stop, you dare to take peek at the damage. Regret immediately follows as you stare down at what looks like purple overstretched balloon, barely containing the contents within and It worries you that not everything in your sack might be intact.

As if to answer your question the orc woman steps up to you and grabs your distended sack painfully, paying no mind to the obvious discomfort it puts you in. You feel her hand run down from the top of your sack forcing its contents to the bottom where you can make out two misshapen but still whole testicles giving you a sense of relief, that soon turns to dread as you realise there’s more install for your tortured nuts.

“I’m surprised these things are still hanging on, at least their size is worth showing off now” she beams as she give the pair a solid tug. “Now I’ve had a good warm up, think it’s time I give you a real hit. I’ll do you a deal though, if both your testicles survive the next hit, I’ll let you go, nuts and all!” She grins mischievously, taking a step back to line up her shot.

Part of you prays your nuts can hold out against the blow, but deep down you know if the last hits really have just been warm up punches, this one could end you as a man for sure. You watch in slow motion as she draws her fist back, aims for you prized position and takes a deep step inwards, utilising the full **** of her body to add to the hit.

“THWACK-CRUNCH”

You watch as your bean bag distorts around her fist, feeling the pain as your most precious organs are brutally distorted around her fist. You feel it as your right testicle manages to just slip free of the blow, still being crushed to the side, but mitigating some of the blow it’s twin is being subjected to. Your left nut is stuck with taking on the remainder of the fist alone and you watch in horror as her knuckles sink deep into the bulging nutmeat, forcing it to cave around her fist as you feel like it’s insides have just been punched right out the back.

As she draws her fist back you stare down dazed at the still mostly intact right testicle and the soupy remains of its brother, the left side of the sack hanging lower, devoid of its usual oval shape.

“Now that was a punch!” She grins enthusiastically, assessing the damage she just dealt to you poor sack. “Ooh and look at that, I knew I felt something give with that hit” she beamed squeezing what was left of your poor left nut, taking extra pleasure in smushing down on any sizeable chunks that remained. Finishing off the last chunk with a sad squelch, she shifts her grip to hold your remaining nut in the palm of her hand, letting it sag and drift before giving it a firm squeeze now and again.

“Now I’m very impressed this little sucker managed to survive, but I believe the deal was for two, shame your other wasn’t made as strong else you might have made it out with a *mostly* working pair. But in light of your achievement I won’t punch this poor guy, I’ll just make sure to savour the feeling of your last ball giving in.” With that her fist grew tight around the nut, now swollen to such a size you could see the bubbles of nut meat squeezing out between her iron like grip. Slowly but surely she increased the pressure and you watched as her other hand slipped between her legs, her mouth eliciting small moans as she got off on the destruction of your last nut.

“SQUICK”

You feel a gut wrenching pain as your final nut gives in, it’s sides spurting between her fingers as it’s pulpy remains are **** out of her fist, sloshing about to fill the remainder of your sack. “Ooooh, now that felt good, funny I could actually go for a good fuck right now, shame you won’t be providing that service ever again” she moans pulsing what’s left of your nut in her hand.

“Well sorry to leave you hanging, but I can’t wait to tell my sis about this” and with that she gives a final slap to your sack, admiring how it’s mushed up contents shift about, before turning and heading back down the alley.