PART 6, continued,
As there was two ways to access the location of the evidence Cherry wanted, she decided to split her team, and hopefully at least one group would get there. The men, she reasoned, will have split into groups tp as they were still trying to find Lola and Annette. So, Cherry told Lola, Claire and Madame Rouge they would accompany her and and the other three girls would take the other route.
Now is a good time to introduce these girls more fully. There was Jessica, known as Jessie, a lovely red head, who was appealingly clad in dark grey leggings and white top. Una, equally easy on the eye, and wearing denim shorts and white top. And finally Libby, a blonde of six feet in height, with a body both curvy and formidably strong, with shorts and tight yellow top making her an imposing sight. As they left she observed cheerfully, "At last I'll get to bust some balls, I was getting bored." She didn't have to wait long.
Following Madame's instructions they emerged from the building in which the cells were located to find a small courtyard ahead of them, and as they emerged from the doorway onto the courtyards sidewalk Jessie literally bumped into one of the men. Her reaction was the quicker, her knee coming up with a thump into his balls. As he bent over, groaning, the girls saw three more men staring at them, one shouting, "It's some of those bitches we locked up."
"Don't," said Libby, stepping forward, "call me a bitch."
Actually the men were very scared, mindful of what had happened to those of their colleagues who'd tangled with the girls. But one just cried "Oh dammit!" and lunged with a fist at Libby's pretty face. With a slight kick to his thigh she turned the man away from her, and striaght into Una's upraised knee. She stopped one with a heel into the groin, the other tried to grab her throat, and she, deflecting his hand with her arm, reached down and took a firm hold of his balls. Her squeeze instantly bought tears to his eyes, and after pushing him backwards, onto and half over the railing at the sidewalks edge she really applied the pressure to his crotch. The strength in Libby's hands was awesome, and even above his agonised scream the sound of his testicles breaking could be heard.
"Ooh Libby," laughed Una, "you do like to make them suffer!"
Not that Una was going easy on the man she'd kneed. He was still clutching his painful groin, so she kicked lightly into it, the pain to his fingers making him withdraw their protective cover of his crotch. And of course she followed with another kick, much harder this time, into his nuts. It would have made him drop to the ground had she not pulled him up, and with the man now being to weakened to try and protect his balls slammed her knee again, and again, into his balls.
The other two men tried to flee, Jessie stopping one's flight with a groin kick from behind, that saw him fall, moaning, to his knees. Libby caught the other by his shoulder, from behind, the man turning to face her and, with an expression of fear on his features he threw a desparate punch at her. Libby deflected the blow and span through 180 degrees so she had one leg behind the mans, and she then pushed at his chest to make him trip over her ankle to fall to the ground. "Instantly she leapt astride him, face down, and her thighs wrapped around his head. She now squeezed his face with her legs and his balls with her hand, twisting and pulling them in a brutal display of cruelty.
"Oh Libby, why do you have to show off with these flash moves?" Jessie asked, "it'd be much easier to just kick him in his nuts."
"Your just jealous of my style," Libby answered, as she made sure the crying mans genitals would no longer be any use to him before getting to her feet.
There was now just one man, he who Jessie had given the kick from behind to, who was still needed finishing off. He was still on his knees as the girls circled him, he quaked with fear as he clutched at his balls. Libby pulled him to his feet. "We haven't forgotten you sweetie," she cooed in his ear, before punching him between his legs.
"I've an idea," jessie said, with a mischievous smile, "take his pants down." Libby replied that she wasn't anxious to see this wankers excuse for manhood, but she did as Jessie asked. She, meanwhile, had produced some string from her pocket. "This is what they used to tie my hands, I thought it would come in useful." While Libby held held the man she tied one end of the string round his scrotum, and the other to the horizontal top of the railing, tightening it so he had to stand on tiptoe.
"There."Jessie patted him on the cheek. "All you've got to is stay on your toes, and don't let your heels touch the ground. If you do that, um, well, your balls will be ripped off. Now," she grinned at Libby, "whose got style?"
As they walked away he screamed at them they couldn't leave him like this, Jessie glancing back and blew him a kiss. A few seconds later they heard him scream. "Alright, you got style Jessie," Libby conceded.
Meanwhile, Cherry and the others, who, in case you've forgotten, are Lola, Claire and Madame Rouge, had taken a diferant route that saw them enter the main building of the complex by the basement,f where they found themselves in the laundry. They also found two of the men, one of whom was the man Madame had kneed before, after he'd touched her chest. She reacted immediately, ripping open the top of her blouse and pulling him toward her.
"You wanted to see them little man, here they are." As he gawped for a second at her truly gorgeous boobs, enhanced by a lacy uplift bra that gave her a deep cleavage, she swung a leg, and showing the experience at seeing off men she'd mentioned earlier, kicked him mightily in his most sensitive spot! The other man hesitated, fearful of conronting Cherry, who, seeing a pair of tongs, large wooden ones used for handling laundry, couldn't resist acting on the idea that came to her. Grabbing them, in one swift movement she trapped his balls with the tongs, and squeezed. As he screamed she applied all the pressure she could, and swung the wailing man around the room by them.
Claire almost wet herself with laughter, while Lola dealt with finishing off the man Madame had kicked. Taking one of his hands in a judo hold, she ****** it back, making him lean backwards with his legs wide apart. Cherry, now certain that she'd crushed her victims balls, released him, and turned and kicked the man Lola held right between his legs, and as he screamed she repeated the treatment. Lola released her hold, and as he sank towards the floor Madame helped him on his way with a shove in his face. "Wanker!" She spat.
"Actually," Cherry observed with a slight smile, "he won't be capable even of that now."
To their surprise they made it to what was effectively the command centre of this criminal empire, that is, the room in which the records were kept, without further incidence.
"Idiots!" Madame exclaimed, "the most important room in the place and they've got nobody guarding it." She opened a safe, and having removed some computer discs, gave them to Cherry. "Everythings there," she assured her, "including evidence of my criminal actions."
Cherry took the time to check, inserting a couple of discs into a computer, and having satisfied herdelf that they were what Madame claimed, placed them in a carrier bag.
"Right, time to find the others."
They exited by the main staircase, emerging into the courtyard that separated the main building from that which housed the cells. And there they got a nasty shock. It is best explained by going back to when they were in the laundry, for there had a been a third man there they'd not seen. He'd hidden himself, and then rushed to tell his friends that Cherry and her associates were in the main building. At that point one man suggested they use the girls who had worked for Madame Rouge as hostages to force their opponents to surrender. All agreed that seemed like a good idea, as they felt Cherry and her friends would not risk those girls lives. So, after gathering all their number together they went to the girls quarters. There was about thirty of them, and on their arrival Annette, who'd stayed with the girls to protect them, saw that there was no possibility of her resisting so many, and she and the girls, of whom there were ten, became the mens prisoners, and their captors set off for the main building to confront Cherry.
So, the sight that greeted Cherry and the other three, when they left the building, was the men and their female hostages on the other side of the courtyard. One swaggered over to them, confident now that they had the ace card. With a triumphant grin he told Cherry that she and the others would allow the men to tie their hands to render them helpless, or, he added with a smirk, they'd end the lives of the girls they held hostage. He pointed out that three of the men had knives, and would start cutting the throats of the girls if they didn't agree.
Cherry stared at him, thought about his ultimatam and could see no alternative but to comply. "Ok."
The man smirked, turned and put a thumbs up to his friends, and most of them began to cross the courtyard, laughing, and taunting Cherry with what they intended to do to her. "Where," Cherry whispered to herself, "are Libby and the others?"
And that was a question that was instantly answered. For the others had been near, hiding in a recess in the courtyard wall, waiting for the right moment to intervene, that moment coming when all the men had crossed the yard, eager to both take revenge and satisfy their lust, on Cherry and her companions. Just the three armed with knives remained with the girls. Libby, Una and Jessie leapt over the railing into the courtyard, and after each had delivered a quick kick the men who had been holding knives were now writhing on the ground, holding their balls.
"Cherry," Libby called across to her, "what would you do without me?"
"You took your time getting here," it was Annette who replied, then added with a grin, "but now were alll together again, let's kick ass. Or balls."
Fighting so many guys was a challenge even for them, they had to concentrate first on defending themselves. So, they'd skilfully evade their oppnents attempts to hit them, deliver a kick, knee or punch to the balls, then engage the next man. It was their hope that they could hurt each man in his groin enough to incapacitate him for a while, then finish them off one by one.
But help was at hand. Babs, seeing a man who was nursing his crotch after a keeing from Una, was recovering enough to rejoin the battle, called to the other girls, who, like her, were anxiously watching the action. "Come on, we can't leave them to fight out battles, let's get stuck in!"
Babs then led all eight of them, descending on the man, overwhelming him. As he was dragged to the ground, one girl cried out, "Kick him in the bollacks!" and another duly obliged. Their poor victim was soon weeping pathetically as they held him down and kicked and punched his testicles into a pulp.
Cherry saw what they did, and shouted to Lola, "If we kick a guy in the nuts so he's in to much pain to fight back we can then hand then over to Babs and her mates and they'll finish them off. Tell the others."
That, then, was how the fight was concluded. Soon, all the males had been rendered defenceless by blows to their crotch, lovingly deliverd by Cherry and her friends, then Babs, Flo and the other girls who had been employed by Madame, would secure each man by by tieing him to the courtyard railings with his shirt or belt, spreading his legs and kicking him again and again in his exposed balls. And how they enjoyed it! The mens pleas for mercy were ignored as the newly liberated ladies exacted vengeance for all the insults, crude comments and unwanted fondling they'd endured in the past from these uncouth oafs. Libby, smiling as she watched this mass humiliation of the men, said to Babs, who was about to kick a man, "Take his pants down."
"What? I don't want to see his pathetic balls, I just wanna' smash them."
"Trust me, you'll like this."
Babs pulled the mans trousers and underwear down to his ankles and looked quizically at Libby. "What now?"
"If you kick him hard enough under his balls you can drive them right up into his belly. Try it," replied a grinning Libby.
An evil grin apeared on Babs face, she took careful aim, and then did as Libby had suggested, with the strength she had. The mans scream was terrible to hear, a sound that greatly amused and excited Babs. Libby lent down, felt the mans sac, and turned, smiling, to look at Babs. "You've done it. Feel his scrotum, his nuts aren't there anymore."
She did so, then whooped with triumph. "I've kicked his bollacks into his gut!" She cried out in triumph, dancing around with joy. Another girl hugged her, and soon man after man was being subjected to the same treatment. Some girls came up with their own ideas with which to amuse themselves, one using a mans bared balls like a boxer sparring, slamming her fists again and again into them. Another, who'd done ballet, pirouetted towards a man tied to the rails, and then kicked his balls, first with her right foot, then the left, then the right again. Looking down at her sobbing victim she grinned and told him that was a dance from the nutcracker. The girls were really getting excited, thinking of diferant ways to torment the men as they attacked their testicles. One undid the buttons on her blouse, flaunted herself before a man, pressed his face into her boobs, and then, wham! Her fist landed in his nuts, and again, followed by her lovely breasts being again put close to his eyes, followed by another punch in his balls. And after Claire had told them of the use that Cherry had put the wooden tongs in the laundry to, a laughing girl said they must try that, and she ran to get the tongs, which, on her return, were used as a further instrument of torture for the hapless men, and delight for the girls.
"Ladies," Cherry called out to them, "make sure all these creeps balls have been completely destroyed, so the jerks will never bother a woman again."
"It would be quicker if we did it," Lola told her.
"It would, but their enjoying themselves, so let's leave them to it."
Cherry now addressed Madame Rouge. "Right, as promised, in return for your help you can leave. But remember I've got the evidence to screw you for what you did here, and if I ever hear of you being involved in crime again, well, I'm sure you can guess the rest."
Madame sighed, "Yea, I know the score." With a shrug she added, "If I ever did return to crime I wouldn't employ men, but women. We really are deadlier than the male."
THE END
Not only of the story, but a lot of testicles!
