Bale Breaks: Vaughn

• Commissioned by Oliver
• This is a sequel to Untitled document 

Someone had made a grave mistake.

And he knew it too. The pitiful man was an absolute wreck, physically and emotionally as he stared down the behemoth beauty that had him pinned to the wall. Tears flowed down his scuffed up face… his clothes were tattered, and his shoes worn from a lengthy period spent running. 

But finally, he had nowhere else to go. His tormentor had cornered him, luring him into an abandoned warehouse, where no one could hear his frantic howls of misery and desperate pleas for help.

“If I were you… I’d start talking.” she coldly demanded.

The man was petrified. He didn’t want to give in to her demand in the slightest, but he knew he really didn’t have any other options. After all… he was unlucky enough to be staring down the one and only Sharon Bale.

Bale was far from an ordinary woman. Even in her more mundane days, she was a champion bodybuilder and powerlifter, one with a grim reputation when it came to men. And that was before… the incident.

On October 2nd, 2018, she had become infamous for her part in one of the most gruesome, slaughter-house style crime scenes in American history. She and her band of bodybuilders were competing with a rival camp, a bodybuilding exhibition before a live audience. And all was well until, between acts, the truly unthinkable happened.

The men turned crazed, blinded with lust, and the women turned into violent killing machines. Each side saw their figures transformed, amplifying their already incredible bodies into a hitherto unseen form of human perfection. And they were far from just for show… 

Unfortunately, the men were so overcome by their testosterone to do anything other than try to shove their suddenly enhanced members into their female counterparts. A few women died demeaning deaths that day, but the rest struck back in ruthless fashion. They took to the men and quite literally ripped them to shreds, generally starting with their genitals. 

Of the ten men who were there that day, seven of them lost their lives and all of them lost their manhood. Their cocks and balls had been turned into unrecognizable lumps of pulp. The few who survived and had the clarity to explain their witness accounts claimed that they tore with frightening ease, the flesh ripping like paper at the hands and feet of the hellishly powerful women. 

And leading the charge for those women... was Sharon Bale. It was thought that she was by far the one who had done the most damage, though the specifics of that fateful night remain hard to pin down.

It was a twisted event, one incomprehensible to the general public. Conspiracy theories were abound as to why this tragedy took place, but the only thing anyone knew for sure was that no one knew anything for sure.

As for what happened to the survivors, they’ve all understandably been kept under close supervision at a mental hospital in New Hampshire. And after the interviews had ceased after the enormous initial media wave died down and allowed them to rest their scarred psyches, no one had heard a peep from them ever since. 

That is until today, when Sharon was suddenly reported to have escaped. She had torn her way out with such incredible ease that it seemed clear that she could’ve left anytime she wished. She simply didn’t have anything motivating her to go on the run. 

That is, of course, until now…

But there she stood. The man truly couldn’t believe it… many in the nation knew her name and face from the incident, but it was unreal to think she would travel across four states just to find him, a man she’d never met. 

It was terrifying of course, but to see her up close was truly breathtaking as well. She was a true specimen, every bit as muscular as she was beautiful. As she held him by the collar, having effortlessly hoisted him up to pin him to the wall, her chest pushed into his, letting him feel the enormity of her breasts and how oddly soft and cushiony they were despite how rock hard the rest of her body was. 

In her solid black sports bra and matching athletic shorts, her incredible, tanned figure was put on perfect display. She didn’t even see the need to wear shoes… atleast, not yet. Her flowing brown hair went down to her shoulders, framing her stoic, intense yet gorgeous face. 

“Did you fucking hear me?” she hissed.

“I-I swear I don’t kn-know anything...” he shuddered. “Please! B-Believe me, I wouldn’t lie to you! I-I’m not that brave! If I knew anything I’d tell you, but…!”

She leaned in, until her fiery eyes were inches away from his own. “I won’t say this again… I’m looking for a man, a soldier named Wilson Vaughn.” she growled. “You should know the name very well… Dr. Colby Vaughn.”

“He never tells me anything! I-I haven’t spoken to my brother in years!” Dr. Vaughn frantically explained. “Good God, I wish I could help you, but I can’t! I honestly can’t! Have mercy...”

Sharon studied his whimpering face for a moment, before reaching down to grab his waistband. With one deft yank, she’d ripped off his pants and the underlying boxers, exposing his genitals. His cock was actually halfway erect; even with how humiliated and scared for his life he was, her body was just that captivating.

Bale looked down at his genitals with open disgust, and even saw fit to spit on the head of his member, showing some solid aim. “You call that a cock…? You call that goddamn cock?!”

“Wha?! I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m so small!” he swiftly replied, quick to make any concessions if they could convince her to spare him. The poor doctor had no idea what to do, save for trying to cover his shame. But this too was a mistake.

“Don’t you DARE!” she yelled, pulling him in and slamming him back against the wall with just enough force to make it noticeably crack behind him. “Don’t you dare try to protect your worthless genitals...”

Meekly, he uncovered himself. His only saving grace was that his fear greatly overwhelmed his sense of shame. 

“What a truly pathetic sight you are.” Sharon growled. “Such a tiny man… small, inside and out. Do you have any idea what I could do to a man like you? I’ve decimated men twice your size. Ripped through their bodies like paper… their entire existences ended in the blink of an eye, and you’d best believe their balls were turned to dust...”

“Dear God, no...” he shuddered.

“Oh, but don’t worry, tiny boy. That won’t happen to you.” she assured him. “Keep rejecting my demands, and I promise, your death won’t be near that quick. I’d take my time with you, spend hours tearing you apart. Starting with that pitiable mockery of a scrotum.”

His eyes widened, his only audible response being a serious of gasps… what other response could he possibly have to something like that?

“Nothing to that? Truly?” she inquired, shaking her head. “Well in that case, I suppose you’re ready to get started!”

She reached forward, taking both nuts up into one of her large, feminine hands. Both of his balls fit easily into her palm. He was shaking with terror as he yelped, “NononONONONONO!”

“Mmm… when I did this the first time, I ended up devouring a set. Did you know that? It’s… interesting.” she explained, casually dropping that on him. He didn’t think he could be more afraid of her than he already was. She went on, “It’s empowering of course, but certainly an acquired taste. I’m not sure how much I really liked it… hmhm, I’d need to test it out again.”

“You’re insane...” he gasped, shrieking a little when he realized that he’d just blurted that out. She didn’t seem to mind though, just giving him a little smirk.

“Oh now, don’t be like that. You need to be more adventurous… if you gave it a try, you’d know there’s something to it.” she replied, her smile growing all the more villainous. “Yes, I think I’ll eat one testicle and have you eat the other, how does that sound?”

“NOOO!” he hollered. “Please! I’m begging you, let me go! J-Just leave me alone!”

“I will, as soon as you give me what I came here for. Talk, and I won’t hurt a hair on your precious little sac.” she declared, before once again leaning in close. “But if you refuse… I’ll put you through a hell on Earth that you never thought possible. I don’t care how much you might love your brother… I promise you, he’s not worth enduring the suffering that I have in store for you.”

Gradually, she began to close her hand around his testicles. Colby’s whole body seized up as the pain swiftly rose with her tightening grip. “ShitSHITFUCKNOOO!” 

He howled his misery as it swiftly became too much to bear, and horrifyingly enough, he was actually hearing crackling noises coming from his scrotum. The monstrous maiden lowered the hand that was holding him up against the wall, but he didn’t fall in the slightest, now being held up by his balls. As for Sharon, she couldn’t have looked any more nonchalant about it if she tried, clearly putting no effort into the squeeze… but a few more seconds of it and there was no question that his nuts would turn to a bloody pulp.

“NNOOOOOOKAY! O-Okay!!” he frantically yelled, tears seeping into his shirt at this point. “Okay, I’ll talk! Just please stop!!”

She loosened her grip but didn’t let go, making sure his nuts stayed in her hand. “Glad you’ve come around. If I like your answer, you get to keep your life and your balls. That’s extremely generous for me, you know.”

“Okay! Okay, I… fuck. My brother… th-the last I heard of him...” Colby panted, his voice hoarse from the screaming, his heart aching from the fact that he’d been pushed to this. “He… he’d gone overseas. On a solo mission to… to Berlin. I think he’s still there. That’s… that’s honestly all I know, I can’t tell you anything more specific than that. The military, special ops, all that, I don’t know a thing about it, I swear to you! H-He lives in a completely different world from me, I’m just a veterinarian for God’s sakes!”

“Hmph… I see.” she replied, as she leaned back. She stepped away, but kept her hand on his package. “I believe you. I think you’re a little too smart to lie to me right now… besides, you’re a pretty honest person, aren’t you? Hm? Wouldn’t you say?”

Meekly he nodded and Sharon smiled. “Mmm, unfortunately… I can’t say the same about myself.”

“...Wh-wha…?” he uttered.

In that next instant, she released his testicles only to thrust a ruthlessly swift, full power kick right between his legs, her muscular shin blasting his balls. Dr. Vaughn’s scream of shocked anguish was deafening as her extremely well-defined leg completely obliterated his scrotum. That lone kick not only turned his dick and balls to mush, but smashed through his pelvis as well, slicing it in half. By the time it stopped, her leg had damn near made it’s way to his belly button.

For the next few seconds, Colby was cruelly conscious enough to feel and process all of that, staring bug-eyed into the steely gaze of his destroyer. Sharon just smiled, boasting, “I happen to be a lying bitch!”

The remarkable damage, pain and sudden blood loss was far too much for the meek man. The shock of it all overwhelmed his system.

Sharon had kicked him so excruciatingly hard in the balls that she had killed him. And all she felt was the impact on her shin. 

She slowly lowered her leg, letting his freshly deceased body fall limp to the floor. As she admired how nicely the blood complimented her definition, she spoke aloud, “Just be glad you gave in when you did so I could make it quick. If you’d hesitated any longer, I’d have spent the rest of the night getting you to that point...”

The Mankiller turned on her dangerous heels and trekked out, the smile dissipating from her face. “Your brother won’t be near as lucky...”

--- Three days later… ---

Knowing the city alone probably wouldn’t have been narrowing it down enough for most, but she was a resourceful one, to say the least. Brute force and intimidation had a tendency to work wonders for her… more than enough to nab herself the means of transport, and certainly enough to convince the locals to give her the specifics.

Aside from his brother, however, she hadn’t killed or even de-balled anyone on her quest. Not because she didn’t want to, in fact a nagging voice in her head was forever urging her on to do it. But she was saving that rage… suppressing the desire until she could unleash it like never before on her target. 

Finally… she stood at his assigned outpost. She had no idea what he was truly here for, nor did she particularly care. She also struggled to believe that he was truly stationed this far out all by himself, but that mattered very little as well, as any backup would be swiftly and painfully dispatched.

She didn’t make a big show of busting the door down. Rather, when she grabbed the doorknob and saw that it was locked, she merely continued to twist it, with enough power that the locking mechanism shattered, allowing her entry… to a casual observer, it’d seem like it was never locked to begin with.

Sharon strolled right in… there was but a lone room, wide and expanse with drearily little furniture. At the back, was a desk, where a man sat. He was leaned over, his fingers pressed together in front of his face. He was a broad shouldered sort, his eyes fierce as they stared right into Sharon’s soul.

“...Admiral Vaughn?” she asked.

He grimly nodded and she stepped forward with a smile. “...Lovely. My name is Sharon Bale.”

“I know.” he replied, his voice deep and powerful. “I’ve been expecting you for the past few days... I’m aware of what you’ve done.”

“Oh, wow… word travels fast.” she remarked. “But how the hell did you figure out it was me?”

“You were a household name after that incident last year.” the admiral replied, not flinching from his spot. “Your escape from the institution was big news. And that same day… my brother is found killed in gruesome fashion, similar to the men you killed before.”

“Ohhh, is that all? Process of elimination?” she inquired, before dropping the smile. “Are you sure it didn’t have anything to do with my last name ringing a bell…? Are you sure it’s not because you know who my sister is?”

“I do.” he answered, quietly. “Lieutenant Cassidy Bale. US Marine for six years… a fine soldier, until she became disillusioned with the country’s direction. Couldn’t stop speaking out and rebelling against orders. Behavior worsened until she was faced with a dishonorable discharge. Instead she left… took up mercenary work, hired by our enemies. Yes… I know the name.”

She stormed forward, pointing her sharped red fingernail his way. “You sure as hell should! You’re the man who killed her! Isn’t that right?!”

He didn’t react in the slightest to the accusation. She saw fit to take the silence as a confession. “...Well I’ve come to avenge her. So I’d advise you to get out of your fucking seat, little man.”

“She was the one who fired the first shot… she had a gun trained on me before I even had one pulled out.” he explained, emotion bubbling, barely contained as he shot up to his feet. “...My brother… was a civilian who had done nothing to you or your family. He had nothing to do with this. He was an innocent and you tortured and killed him in cold blood… and you come to me, talking about vengeance? You consider yourself a goddamn hero for what you’ve done?”

“No. I’m sure as hell no hero.” Sharon shook her head. “I don’t care if it’s right or not. I don’t even care about what my sister was doing, the politics of it all… it means nothing to me. I want you dead… I want you to suffer, for my sake. That’s all.”

“I echo the sentiment.” Wilson grumbled, before combat rolling over the desk and onto his feet, half a meter before her. From there, she got a good grasp of his size… and he was actually level to her in height. And whilst his body was covered from the neck down by his camo gear, he looked in unbelievable shape, his muscular figure seemingly rivaling her own. She also noticed the enormous bulge between his legs… an inviting target to be sure.

She scoffed at his fighting stance… the way he had his hands up, palms open with his fingers extended, just in front of his face. By contrast, she basically had no fighting stance to speak of, standing with her fists at her hips. Sharon saw little need in putting forth much effort or trying to defense herself..

Her prior experience left her certain that no man could threaten her… she had so effortlessly slaughtered several men comparable in size to him, so what could he possibly do? A normal person might be intimidated by him, but she was practically a goddess come to life, and she was well aware. He was the one who should’ve been afraid.

With that in mind, she reached out to grab him, planning on overpowering him from the outset… but he showed some surprising agility for his size, ducking away from her grasping hands. “Tch…”

Annoyed, she stepped forward and this time tried to grab for his throat. But he sidestepped this, grabbed her arm and managed to yank her with enough force and leverage to actually pull her down onto one knee. This opened her up for a counterattack; just as she glanced back towards him, she ate a snap kick to the jaw, a truly stinging one at that. 

He looked to close in and capitalize further, but she shot up to her feet and reared back her fist, forcing him to stop his momentum and backpedal a bit. But as he did, she had to take a moment to adjust herself, checking to make sure her jaw didn’t just get detached. It hadn’t been, but it sure felt like it could’ve… that was certainly a surprise.

Sharon contemplated this, and then smiled. She’d never been tested before, and she wasn’t expecting one today… but she found the idea fascinating.

“That all you got?” she asked, her cocky grin unwavering. 

He simply scowled, not in the mood for banter. He shot forward, again with very deceptive speed, and looked to grapple with her. She accepted this, getting her arms and the two tied up, their arms interlocking in a test of strength. 

Sharon did quickly overpower him and shoved him a few steps backwards. He planted his feet firmly, but this only meant that they were the only parts of him unmoved. She was bending him over backwards, albeit at a glacial rate as he was more than powerful enough to delay this. 

Still, it would’ve no doubt led to him being taken onto his back, if not for a timely pivot that saw him nail a sudden judo throw. She wasn’t expecting this, and found herself taken to the floor, where Wilson was quick to cinch in a headlock. From here, the apparent power disadvantage didn’t matter at all, the leverage more than made up for it, and he had her trapped for the time being. 

“Nnnggh! You think… your tricks will stop me?!” she hissed.

“It’s called ‘technique’... obviously your sister never taught you anything.” he remarked, through grit teeth. “You’re powerful, bizarrely so, and I probably can’t match that. But you know nothing about fighting. Powerlifting is a far cry from martial arts. You have no chance of taking me down, you’re going to die for what you’ve done.”

His arm locked tighter under her chin, and eventually made it’s way to her throat, strangling her. She realized if she didn’t get out of the hold quickly enough, she was liable to be choked to death. She struggled mightily, but as much as she pulled, it was clear she couldn’t break his grip simply by yanking his arm away.

Brute force wasn’t going to win the day, that message became crystal clear in a hurry. Instead, she tried to emulate what he’d done, to an extent… she pivoted her powerful hips and let them lead the rest of her body. It took a few attempts, but she managed to spin onto her side, forcing him to adjust his grip and giving her a slight reprieve of air. 

Sharon continued to roll in this fashion until she was fully facedown, with Wilson beginning to lumber onto her back in an attempt to keep her pinned down. 

“Giving up your back? Was that seriously your strategy?” he spat, his tone seeped with venom. “Idiot!”

He proceeded to show why this was a poor idea, as he sat onto the small of her back and began to wrench backwards, testing her considerable flexibility. She was arched back unnaturally, and this put a remarkable strain on even her impenetrable core. 

But Sharon knew what she was doing. She may have been new to genuine combat but she wasn’t stupid. She had put herself into this position so she could push off of the floor… and with her immaculate brute strength, she actually managed to hoist him up, carrying him on her back as she fought to her feet.

This was a rarity for Wilson; a scenario in battle that he’d never been witness to before. He was such a large man himself that he’d never faced anyone strong enough to do this to him. So he wasn’t quite sure how to react, other than by further tightening his already vice-like grip on Bale’s neck. 

But he wasn’t going to choke her out in time to stop her from rushing backwards, at a wild speed considering it was merely a back pedal, before smashing Wilson powerfully against the wall, with enough force that it cracked and nearly gave way.

He was able to stifle the urge to cry out in anguish, but rest assured, this seriously hurt him. And it loosened his grip enough that she had a bit more mobility for her next move, which saw her turn around and leap up, falling back onto Admiral Vaughn’s desk, putting him right through it in the process as the lumber and steel couldn’t begin to support them wih that kind of force. It shattered in half, and forced Wilson to release her as he lay in the rubble of his desk.

“Heh! Cheap ass furniture!” she mocked, somehow suppressing the urge to cough or gasp for breath as she burst up to her feet. Wilson tried to make a move, but she was a little too swift for him. “Take THIS!” she yelled out as she delivered a devastating kick between his splayed legs, the top of her foot blasting into his balls. Any normal set would’ve went flying off his body with that attack, but all the same, it was extremely painful and had him yelling his anguish.

And she was about to make it worse too… she grabbed his ankles, reared his legs up into the shape of a V and proceeded to unleash a ruthless stomp to his testicles. They didn’t give way, but they certainly made a sickening crunching sound upon impact and his howl was all the more bloodcurdling.

Having sufficiently stunned him, she proceeded to hop on top of his prone body. Suddenly she had him mounted, and she certainly knew what to do from there. “Say goodnight, you little bastard!” she howled as she reared her fist back.

She proceeded to rain down punches, one megaton blow after another. He did his damnedest to cover up, but she had speed to go along with her strength and from that position there was only so much he could do to protect himself. Her heavy, yet feminine hands threatened to obliterate his face. It held up better than most would, but he still lost a tooth in the encounter and ended up with a cut under his left eye.

“Ohhh I’m gonna make you into one ugly son of a bitch...” Sharon coldly glowered as she continued to send punch after punch towards his vulnerable face. “I swear I’m gonna beat you to death!”

He looked doomed, but he didn’t panic. He simply waited for an opportune moment, and he found it before long. With a swift, mantis style strike, he lurched his right hand forward, jabbing the tips of his fingers painfully right dead in the center of her enormous left breast. By far the softest part of her rock hard body, his fingers sunk within her flesh and left the bosom bouncing, and Sharon wincing in severe agony.

“Uuurgh!” she let out a deep groan as she had to stop to tend to her tit. It was only for the briefest of seconds, but that was enough for Wilson to lurch up and shove her off of him. 

The two scrambled to their feet from there and though Sharon tried to press her advantage, Wilson was ready with an improvised weapon, as he’d managed to pick up one of the legs of his decimated desk. He reared it back, which forced her to stop in her tracks. The surprised femme fatale raised her hands up to block her face.

But he swung anyway… and nailed her right in that left tit again, the solid, blunt instrument blasting into her breast. She howled in misery and staggered back, but not far enough. Wilson wound up and cracked her over the head with the desk leg, breaking it over her cranium. This hit with more than enough force to send her to the floor, a trickle of blood now adorning her beautiful face.

Wilson was quick to leap onto her, mounting her and simply pinning her to the ground, trying to take a moment to catch his breath after the pounding he took. As he gave himself a little breathing room, Sharon taunted, “You and your tricks! Can’t f-fight me like a real man! You need a w-weapon?! Compensating for something, asshat?!”

Of course he just scowled at this. “...The tragedy in all this is that we truly shouldn’t be fighting. Rather, we should be fighting alongside one another.” he began. “After all, we’re both victims of the same thing...”

“The fuck are you talking about?!” she hissed. 

“Don’t play dumb, you know damn well what happened to you. You have to on some level, anyway.” he replied. “Or did you think you and all your friends turning into hulking monsters out of nowhere was a natural occurance…? Someone did that to you, Sharon. I should know, because the same thing happened to me. Only difference is that I got a lesser dosage… and that you haven’t been assigned your role yet.”

“I don’t care!” she yelled, before rolling around, now mounting him instead. “I don’t give a damn what your backstory is, or even why I have so much fucking power now! All that matters is that I get to use it to rip your head off!”

From here, he was able to easily roll around and reverse the position again, as she was effectively doing nothing other than yelling in his face. Wilson reached down and grasped her top and with a powerful yank, managed to rip it right off, exposing her heavenly, though wounded bosoms. 

Wilson swiftly rolled up the black spandex and wrapped it around Sharon’s throat, strangling her yet again but much more intensely this time. As he did this, he growled, “Fine. You don’t wanna hear that, maybe you’ll want to hear this; as much as I never agreed with your sister’s decision, I did respect it. I respected her. She fought for what she believed in, to the bitter end. She fought with honor. And she died with honor.”

He leaned down, their noses nearly touching as he gazed into her eyes with a dark glare. “...But you? You will die with my dick shoved down your throat.”

Sharon felt the oxygen begin to deplete… but her rage only built. Her teeth gritting, she still somehow found enough air to yell. “NNNNO!”

Wilson suddenly became a little concerned as he felt her body contort beneath him. It seemed like she was getting… a little bigger? Slightly, yet noticeably, her muscles grew with her fury as she howled like a banshee. Even her breasts seemed to grow larger and somehow rounder… and it clearly wasn’t just a cosmetic change, as her grip on his wrists tightened considerably. 

Within a couple of seconds, it began to seriously hurt… and then, he felt his wrists starting to give way. And she continued to scream, “You…! Y-You will be the one… TO CHOKE TO DEATH ON YOUR OWN COCK! I SWEAR IT!”

Before she’d ripped his hands off completely, he made the prudent decision to release his grip on the fabric and dart away. Sharon rolled around, slamming her fist into the floor and shattering the hardwood without even trying. As she stood, Wilson watched in awe as her already perfect ass seemed to be thickening and toning itself at will.

“...What the fuck did they do to that chemical?” he asked, aghast.

Sharon whirled around to face him, pure carnage in her eyes. With a bestial roar, she rushed forward towards Wilson, her speed truly blinding as she was all too sudden for the veteran military man to react to.

With a powerful backhand to the cheek, she brought him to the ground in heap. She proceeded to grab him by the back of his shirt and hoist him up with ease into the air. He looked up to find that she was doing this with just one hand. As though she were holding a paper bag, she carted him around and was winding up to toss him headlong into the wall.

Luckily for him, his shirt tore off, giving way to her tight grip, just before he was given the lawndart treatment. He plummeted to the floor and scrambled to his feet, as Sharon was confused to see that she ended up tossing a torn shirt and nothing else.

Wilson’s torso was chiseled, flawless aside from the deep scar that went diagonally down his chest. But his herculean physique looked like nothing next to Sharon in the state that she was in. He saw that she had taken her eye off the ball and knew that he had to strike quickly.

He darted in and leapt up, his hands clasped together as he brought them down, an axe handle blow to the back of her head that he hoped would knock her out. But she barely flinched… she whirled around and the look in her eye would’ve sent any other man into a panic attack. Of course, he couldn’t react much at all before she lashed out, a devastating punch that nailed him right in the testicles.

Admiral Vaughn shouted out in brutal pain as he staggered back, clutching his scrotum. Sharon’s breasts swung and jiggled madly with her every move, especially her next one, as she leapt up into the air and unleashed a powerful dropkick. The bottoms of her bare feet were thrust mightily into Wilson’s chest, and hit him with enough force to genuinely send him flying through the air. He collided with the already cracked wall and his body shattered it, his imposing figure crashing right through the lumber and landing in a heap on the ground outside.

He wasn’t out there for long though, as his body was dragged right back in, with Sharon holding him by the ankle. With unruly strength, she tossed him straight from the ground across the room, his body ragdolling as he slammed against the opposite wall. This one barely held firm, and so instead he bounced off and landed on the floor. 

The feral Sharon pounded her chest in triumph, assured that he had no chance in hell of beating her anymore. But despite how wracked with pain his body was, Wilson wasn’t ready to give up quite yet. He reached into one of the pouches on his belt as he forced himself to his hands and knees. 

The overwhelmingly powerful brute beauty stormed over towards him, ready to tear his head off, when he surprised her by lurching up and thrusting his hands out. She didn’t what he had in them until it was too late… he wielded a set of specialized tools, that more or less looked like pliers. But after clamping them onto her nipples, they began sending wicked jolts of electricity into the most sensitive areas of her body.

Sharon threw her head back, howling in utter agony as the clamps tightened and the electricity seemed to further intensify. Suddenly her strength seemed to be depleting, her powered up figure reverting to what it was before her rage boost. 

But even with her ‘regular’ strength, she refused to falter… and even though it was a struggle just to move, she was able to reach out towards her foe. Wilson saw it coming but felt he had no choice but to keep the clamps on, so there wasn’t much he could do to block her. Her hands got closer and closer, until finally they took hold of his testicles.

She gave him a massive squeeze and his whole body convulsed. But even as he groaned in utter devastation, he refused to relent. He squeezed the clamps tighter and even took to twisting them, torturing her breasts even as she tortured his testicles in turn.

All she could do was squeeze tighter and tighter, her hands becoming a vice around his scrotum. They cracked and crunched disturbingly, and the agony was overwhelming. This was their final test of strength, his manhood directly pitted against her womanhood.

The two of them simultaneously dropped to their knees, needing every bit of their willpower to hold on. But neither relented, even as they each began to fade… but ultimately, it was Wilson who gave first, passing out from the pain. 

His hands went limp with the rest of him, dropping the electro-pliers. Sharon stood, though not on the first try. She was breathless and wracked with more pain than she’d ever experienced. But she’d won… and now, she only had to decide how to finish him off.

She knew there was only one thing that was truly appropriate…

--- Twenty Minutes Later… ---

Wilson was awoken by Sharon viciously slapping him awake. He groaned as his vision came to him, and he knew right away that he’d been tied up, bound and gagged. His arms were bound to the ceiling, his legs tied to either wall to keep them spread out. He was now well and truly doomed…

He was also entirely naked, as was Sharon. He noticed that by her bare feet, lay black stilettos with remarkably high, impossibly sharp heels and similarly deadly looking spiked toes. He also saw her grasping onto a roll of thick duct tape, and realized immediately what it was for; his flaccid but enormous cock, ten inches despite being soft, had been pulled up and taped to his abdomen, so as to clear the way to his humongous, swollen balls. They were still aching deeply, of course.

“...I think you see where this is going.” Sharon declared. “If it’s any consolation, I really don’t feel like keeping you alive for much longer. But I have a feeling that for you, this will feel like an absolute eternity… atleast I sure as hell hope so.”

She took her time rearing her incredibly defined leg back, before launching it forward, her shin crashing into his bared testicles, sending them bouncing brutally off of it. His sac was already bleeding after this… and all he could do was groan into his ballgag.

“Hoooh… that felt good.” she grinned. “I must say, it’s quite a spectacle, to see a pair of nuts resilient enough to survive a kick, even if I didn’t use anywhere near my full strength, hmhm. An opportunity like that doesn’t come along every day… I have to take full advantage!”

With that, her next assault was swift and destructive. She uncorked a vile snap kick to his plums, followed immediately by another snap kick from her opposite leg. She leaped up into the air and performed a flutter kick, the top of her bare feet smashing into his nuts four times before she landed, capping off with a ruthless uppercut to the balls.

His testicles were blood red now, even aside from the cracks and cuts that had formed. It’s likely they’d already been rendered useless, but Sharon wanted far more than that. She let loose another snap kick, immediately followed by a toe kick that saw the balls of her foot crash into his scrotum. Wilson’s whole world was nothing but suffering as the pain spread from his loins into his stomach and even up to his chest.

“Hnnngh… how does that feel? Like hell?!” she shrieked. “I sure as fuck hope so. And you know what else? It gets worse! It gets so much worse!”

She proceeded to step into her infamous stilettos. Her next kick drove the pointed toe into his balls… she might as well have thrust a dagger into his nuts. This kick tore through his manhood, stabbing into both testicles from the sides and ripping right through the seam of his scrotum. It was reminiscent of what she killed his brother with… his body held up so much better, but the anguish was equaled, if not so much worse thanks to the cruel fact that he was still conscious to feel it all.

“Ahhh… ahh, this is what I live for.” she shuddered as she took several steps backwards, stopping to admire the blood on her shoe. “This… THIS IS MY LIFE!”

Sharon charged forward at full speed, her humongous full breasts swinging back and forth proudly as her heels clacked loudly against the floor. After picking up an outrageous head of steam, she let loose a truly Earth-shattering kick that split his crotch in two… his balls turned to bloody gelatin in the wake of the kick as the tip of her shoe stabbed into the point of his pelvis.

Wilson howled, hellishly still awake to experience every waking moment of the unrelenting punishment she was administering to him. Sharon was breathless from pure excitement as she stepped back and admired her handiwork… especially the nut that remained shish kabob’d onto her stiletto. She opted to simply keep it there for the time being. The other testicle was all but obliterated, and as for his groin, it was hard to tell what gender he even was at that point.

Or atleast that would be the case if not for the huge cock, which thanks to the duct tape was entirely spared from the onslaught. But she smiled as she knew that wouldn’t be the case for long.

She grabbed his dick and yanked it forward, painfully removing the tape all at once with a lone jerk. She then glared into his eyes. “...I’m sure you’d find it very poetic to die in the same fashion as your pitiful brother. And I sure wouldn’t mind kicking you until the pain killed you… but I must apologize. After all, I made you a promise… and I never go back on them.”

With that, she proceeded to pull… though it took gripping with both hands, and a considerable effort, she genuinely managed to rip his dick right off of his body at the base. This finally saw him pass out again from the pain, shock and blood loss. But she didn’t mind that, since it made the last step so much easier.

She pulled the ballgag away, forced open his mouth and proceeed to thrust his dismembered member down his throat. He indeed choked to death on his own penis.

With this done, she finally had the time to think about what he’d said to her. Glancing down at her arms, she knew her muscles had little to do with her disciplined bodybuilding regiment, especially since they remained the same after months of relative inactivity. 

He was right. Someone had done something to change her body, for reasons that she likely wouldn’t be too fond of. Her next mission would undoubtedly be to find whoever it was that made her this way.

And she smirked. Sure, she just killed her only lead, but that was fine. She rather preferred her own means of interrogation anyhow.