Try to talk your way out of it

You cry out, "Wait, stop!", but your shouts fall upon deaf ears. Courtney swings her foot back and sends it straight into your balls once more, the incoming momentum pushing you onto your back.

Courtney, noticing your inability to fight back, decides to keep up the pressure on your balls.

She tears your pants off, revealing your hairy, muscular thighs and your boxers, which have done little to shelter your swollen orbs. You drag yourself into the fetal position, but Courtney has far more to do before she is done with you. She grabs your ankles and pulls your legs away from each-other. Knowing what comes next, you wave your hands to plead for mercy, but she ignores your pleas and stomps onto your balls. Over. And over. Relentlessly. After Courtney has decided she has stomped enough, she grinds her heel into your balls as you cry out in pain.