12 Days of Domming: Carina's Jewel Hunt Pt. 2

It was safe to say that Carina was feeling very, very good about her night thus far. After all, she’d already dished out some severe punishment to men’s groins, most of them deserving, some decidedly less so, not that it meant much to her. By her count, and rest assured she always kept count, she’d encountered 13 men at that point in the night. Of them, she’d dished out some serious pain to 18 testicles in total; her attackers always nailing each of them whenever she aimed for a nutsac, by design. Circumstance dictated that she had to spare a couple men, taking them out without going low… that was always a bummer in hindsight for her. But it was a good determination for her to do better the next time, aiming to go for 100% to finish things off at this, seemingly the last location.

By the looks of it, however, there shouldn’t be too many more opportunities, as it was a surprisingly small building. Said to be an old-time military outpost, it was also seemingly built like a bomb shelter. She figured there’d be about two rooms in there tops, more if there actually was an underground area.

She was hot on the trail of Giovanni Luzzatto, an infamous mob boss that had skirted the law and ruled the town of Steelport with an iron fist - pardon the pun - for years. Not that she was doing this for the sake of taking down evil or anything, she didn’t care at all if his crimes ceased or if he ended up in jail. All she wanted was to take down powerful men, and take their prized possessions… in his case, his latest theft of the Tama Basuto jewels had caused quite a stirring in the criminal underworld. And what do you know, the deadly catburgler just so happened to have a fascination with jewels…

Having gone practically untouched thus far in the night, her black leather catsuit was pristine as could be, clinging tightly to her gorgeous, shapely figure, though her tits did threaten to pop out earlier thanks to the expanse cleavage she insisted on leaving open. Any advantage in a fight was a fair one, as far as she was concerned. She liked to think herself a pragmatist…

As she looked at the building, she got a little curious at the sight. It had black tinted windows, which looked haphazardly done, hinting that the feature was added after the mob boss had retrofitted it to be his personal hideaway. But more striking than that is what was sticking out of one of them, as it was half-open. A long, thick steel cylinder with a large hole at the tip, almost resembling a gun barrel. Was that really what she thought it was…?

Looking to test this out, she reached into her little utility belt and took out her caltrops. As she hid away in the shadows provided by the huge abandoned coal mill that neighbored the tiny outpost, she tossed her weapons out in the middle of the gravel entryway. Immediately reacting to the noise, someone angled the device toward the caltrops and immediately opened fire. It confirmed her thought, as it unloaded rapid fire, and with clear heavy artillery, basically obliterating the caltrops. 

“Dammit, you think that’s funny?!” a voice cried out, a bit muffled, clearly coming from inside the outpost. “We know you’re here… we got word you were on the way from that snitch. Don’t think you’re getting in here, not without a body full of lead!”

Indeed, it was a manned turret, befitting the military design of the building. Where they got it was anyone’s guess, though it’d be fair to assume it wasn’t being legally owned or operated… this certainly made things more complicated. It was well-positioned, as the layout of the block meant she had little choice but to cross in front of that building if she wanted to get inside. Though she had a feeling that itchy trigger finger could come in handy…

She took a deep breath. Her next tactic was going to be very daring, even by her standards. In more ways than one, truly… she smirked as she unzipped her catsuit, letting the cold night air grace her smooth skin. She swore it went straight to her pert nipples, perking them up in a hurry…

Now down to only her panties and custom Mankiller stilettos, she nonetheless felt no less dangerous. Though for safeties’ sake, she put her utility belt back on as well, letting it hang loosely around her waist. Making use of it’s tools, she hooked her catsuit by a grappling hook and with careful aim, fired it across the window’s line of sight, pinning it to a nearby wall. 

The natural shade of the dark night, and the speed of the movements obscured vision to the point that the turret handler found himself pointing his heavy weapon towards the empty attire and firing upon it. As he reduced her clothes to bits, the practically nude Carina streaked across the entryway. 

By the time the man noticed his error, seeing no flesh or blood flying from amidst the desecrated leather, she was already halfway past the building. “Fuck! You’re not getting away!” he cried out as he re-angled the turret. It was obviously a little heavy though, and with her remarkable running speed, she was able to dash, huge bare breasts a bouncing, past the side of the outpost, her lithe body just narrowly avoiding the surely fatal gunfire. She came to sidle along the side of the building, her heart racing inside her womanly, heaving chest as she panted. Even she was a bit frightened there, though undoubtedly excited as well, a huge smirk crossing her beautiful face as the wet spot in her panties grew a little wetter.

“Dammit, GODDAMMIT! Everyone stay on guard!” came the handler’s muffled voice. Carina’s keen ears had a knack for hearing people clearly through thick walls.

“Relax… there’s no way in but through the front. She’s not getting in here.” another voice replied. “She can only run… and she’s dead no matter what she does, now that she’s crossed the boss.”

That news was a bit disconcerting. A cursory check, in which the naked catburgler crawled beneath the windows, confirmed that there wasn’t a second door, on either side of the building nor in the back. It looked like there once was a backdoor, but it had been rather blatantly paved over, another personal defense tactic of the rightly paranoid mob.

Still, no doors didn’t necessarily mean no entrance… though she knew there wasn’t gonna be a way to go through the window without making a lot of noise, and that turret meant a head-on approach wasn’t too smart, even for her, someone usually at her most deadly when she’s directly in front of you…

Scouring the sides of the building again, she smiled as, true to her thought, an airvent could be seen atop the center. Making use of her spare grapple, she managed to hook the inside of the steel and use it to climb up. Showing off the severe sharpness of her stiletto, she used the heel to gradually slice through the steel bars, and quietly create an opening. Like a true shadow cartoon antihero, she slid into the airvent and crawled along. 

It was naturally extremely warm in there, enough to dampen her body with sweat by the time she got to the second vent. Her nipples remained erect however, as she quietly sawed through this steel as well. Looking out into the room, she saw three men, one stationed in the very back, another in the middle of the room, and of course the man at the front, manning the turret.

All three were naturally honed in on the windows, looking for any signs of her. They certainly weren’t expecting an attack from behind at that juncture. 

The two men standing freely still held assault rifles, so this was quite a dangerous scenario even with the element of surprise, especially considering there seemed to be enough room for that turret to flip around and aim towards the inside of the room as well… with that in mind, she pulled out her handy dandy chloroform and dabbed it on a rag from her utility belt. She then slunk down the wall, and crept up behind the nearest man, who conveniently stood behind a counter.

She wasted no time in putting the chloroform to his mouth from behind, the thick rag muffling his gasps and cries for help as she silently dragged him down to the floor. His hands went limp as the effects took hold, causing him to drop his gun, which she managed to catch with her free hand to avoid making any noise. As she held the rag to his mouth with one hand, watching as he quickly began to pass out, she couldn’t resist busting his balls just for fun. So she delivered a short punch to his scrotum. It didn’t make her usual thud by design, but it was a swift and sharp attack that clearly wracked him with pain just as he blacked out to the vapors.

One down, two to go before she could safely advance. So as the topless catburgler combat rolled over the counter, she took stock and knew this next one was far less convenient, as the second man was standing out in the open. The odds of his friend noticing in time to pull the turret around was high, even though he was diligently keeping his eye on the outside entryway for her intrusion. It was a thrill… she loved the risk and reward of her ‘job’ so very much.

With that in mind, she crawled on the floor, shuddering a bit as her solid nipples grazed the hardwood. As she approached the man from behind, her excitement was mounting, so much so that she opted to go for a rare maneuver, but one of her favorites, even knowing the risk involved…

Carina pulled another toy out from her utility built. This time it was the small pointed crystal that she typically used for slicing through glass display cases. She’d thought up a different use for it tonight… 

Standing straight up behind him, she leapt up and wrapped her thighs around his head, letting him use them as ear muffs as her legs curled around, her calves covering his mouth to muffle his screams. The slight tingle from this made her want to feel the vibrations that much more intensely… so she flashily whirled around on his head, and now instead had her crotch digging into his face. Carina threw her head back in bliss as the vibrations caused from his panicked yelling. 

He pulled his assault rifle up to try and shoot her and free himself, but with adept precision, she held up the crystal and jammed it right into the barrel of the assault rifle, jamming it. As he struggled, Carina glanced towards the third man, terrified but exhilarated by the threat of him noticing the increasing noise… but no, he was so laser focused on his task that he failed to catch wind of the attack. 

The adrenaline pumping, she grabbed the rifle from the man’s hands and slung herself backwards, her head to his abdomen. From there, she was able to extend her arms and gently rest the rifle down on the floor. And it also put her in position to finish the bastard off… reaching up and backwards, her hand sunk between the man’s opened legs. In an instant, she had snatched both of his nuts in a vice grip, showing keen, honed accuracy for striking testicles as she held them firm in his pants.

This intensified the man’s screams of agony and begging for assistance, and this in turn caused the vibrations to increase in kind. Carina grit her teeth, having to stifle her moan as her ecstasy reached a crescendo. Not only did it feel amazing, but the fact that it was being caused by severe testicular pain was always an incredible turn-on as well. Finally it brought the man to his knees, and then to his back, though Carina stayed in the same position, her legs hugging his head, her crotch grinding against his mouth, her hand locked onto his nuts.

After a few moments, which felt perilously long given the situation, the man finally passed out. Carina’s excitement overflowing, she couldn’t believe her luck as she was perhaps sharing a room with the only man on Earth that wouldn’t notice all this happening just a few feet behind him.

Standing up, she was sucking in air, her chest heaving enough to cause a slight jiggle of her breasts, light perspiration still running down her nearly nude body, slick and shiny, glistening in the light. Stepping up quietly to the man, she brazenly tapped him on the shoulder.

“Dammit, what do you want?” he grumbled as he begrudgingly looked away from his post. A roundhouse kick to the side of the head took him to the floor, the sharp toe of her merciless stiletto crushing his nose on impact.

In a daze, he looked up to see her twirling his turret around and aiming it down… the back of the weapon was up in her crotch, and the front of it… was now digging into HIS crotch. Her smile was absolutely terrifying. 

“Oh… oh God.” he gasped, immediately realizing the gravity of this situation. “Oh please no… oh dear God, no!”

“Oh, dear God, YES!” she breathily yelled, her mounting ecstasy getting the better of her, her incredibly wet pussy crying out for satisfaction, the level a man’s genitals could only provide her in one way...

She pulled the trigger and unloaded dozens of rounds right into his crotch. Within seconds, it was nothing but a bloody pulp as the man passed out from the pain swiftly and was almost definitely bleeding out, if not already killed by the shock. Meanwhile, Carina whipped her lengthy hair back and forth, grunting and groaning from the shuddering orgasm, her entire beautiful body quivering.

Carina was gasping for breath as she released the turret, her heart threatening to pound right out of her womanly chest. She turned and comically sat upon the turret, her nearly bared ass, covered only slightly by her g-string, pushing into the cold steel as she crossed her legs.

Reaching into her utility belt, she pulled out a lighter and a cigarette, taking the time for a post-orgasm smoke. As she exhaled smoothly, she sighed contently. “Ohhhhhhhh yeeeeeaaaahhhh...”

It was rare that she ever smoked. It wouldn’t exactly leave her in the kind of shape she was in if she did. In truth, she only kept them for just such an occasion, so that she could truly rub it in to the men she devastated, taking great pride and pleasure in being as callous as possible to the fallen men and their fallen testicles.

She took one more deep drag before hopping off and kneeling down, grinding the lit end of the cigarette mockingly into the man’s bloody remains of a scrotum until it was entirely ash. Chuckling to herself as she left it there, she stood straight up… shrugged, and delivered a stomp to what was once the man’s balls, purely for the hell of it. She was just in that kind of mood at that point.

Scanning the room as she finished catching her breath and calming down, though her horniness was only barely faded, she caught glimpse of a door. She stepped up and tested it… locked, not that it meant anything to her. Chuckling to herself, she took a step back and imagined the knob was a hanging pair of testicles. She reared her leg back and delivered a devastating front kick to it that sent it flying.

The knob torn off, the door slowly swung open by itself, leading into a very small room. The only thing inside was a hatch. Much to her hunch, it must’ve led to the bomb shelter that Luzzatto had to be hiding in. That gave a pretty clear hint to the caliber of enemies this guy must’ve been making. For such a seemingly powerful man, he sure was cautious…

She actually sulked a bit as she knelt down and slashed around the bolts of the hatch, not even bothering to check it as she knew it was locked. After the incredible fun she just had, she worried there was nothing that could top off her excitement down there, much as she looked forward to taking down men of Luzzatto’s status. Still, she was certain that she would find a way to enjoy herself through his suffering…

As she etched away the last bolt, the swinging hatch fell down the hole it was meant to cover. She saw a setup ladder leading down to the basement below. With a very required front flip, she went down the hole and clung onto the ladder, where she slid all the way down with her hands and feet on the sides. She then turned to emerge into the bunker, a dreary sight as the floors, walls and ceiling were all plated with studded steel.

Stepping inside, she quickly saw him there… at a luxurious desk that looked hilariously out of place in the setting, sat the man himself, Giovanni Luzzatto. He was a somewhat older man, in his early 50s, his hair already a silver tone as was it was slicked back to his neckline. His eyes were sunken and shadowy, filled with darkness. They widened a bit at the sight of her, obviously not expecting her to be naked, but nowhere near as much as you’d expect. He eyed her immaculate body up and down, though not showing the usual uncontrollable lust a lady like her was accustomed to. 

“Well, well. So you’ve made it this far after all… that is quite the surprise.” he noted. “So tell me. Why go to the trouble of hunting me down, eh?”

Smiling proudly, she spoke up. “Hardly any trouble at all, to be honest… and I was simply dying to see a man like you, face-to-face.”

The total was now up to 16 men, and 24 testicles. A much better ratio now, she thought… with just one more man and set to go.

He nodded. “I have heard that you’ve made short work of virtually all of my boys. It’s impressive… real impressive.” he noted, with a cold calmness. “Almost as impressive as that figure. I gotta tell you… I make it a habit to surround myself with beautiful women on my more peaceful days. But you are something else… I really don’t think I’ve ever seen a chick that looked anything like you. And add in how damn dangerous you are on top of that… and apparently you wear a black catsuit when you’re clothed, I mean, I gotta be honest… it does it for me, it really does.”

She chuckled at his casual frankness. “Well that’s nice of you to say, but I personally don’t think I’d be flirting with the woman who just took a turret to the manhood of one of your top made men....”

“Ah, so that’s what all that screaming and gunfire was about... heh. You’re stone cold.” he smirked. “I admire that in a person. I like it a whole damn lot, actually. And I really, really like you.”

She cocked her head inquisitively, folding her arms beneath her bountiful, bared bosom. This was far from the kind of conversation she expected. In fact, she didn’t expect a conversation at all. Carina imagined him an already broken man from hearing what happened to his men, on the floor and pleading tearfully for him to spare him as he came himself from staring at those very breasts.

“You don’t know me...” she growled.

“I know a decent bit, Carina.” he replied, taking her by surprise. “Yeah, I’ve done a little intel work while I’ve been holed up in here, waiting for you to find me. You’re a thief… a damn good one too. I’m sure you take in a pretty penny with your hauls, though I’m not sure how well you can find buyers with so little access to the black market… I own that around here, by the way. But yeah… I’m sure you do fine. Heheh… but what you manage in a few months, I hope you understand, we can do in weeks.”

“And your point is…?” she asked, an eyebrow raised.

“You could be making a whole damn lot more, is my point!” he spoke up, showing a little enthusiasm now. “I’m not one for holding grudges, atleast not against people who hurt my men… they knew what they were getting into and they were too weak to stop you. That’s on them. But you…? If you were by my side… God, that’d be incredible. This city would be helpless to control us, hell this whole damn country would fear us...”

“You expect me to join you…? Heh. Sorry, but I didn’t come this far just to NOT leave you a decimated heap...” she shook her head.

“Ah, pardon my manners. I shouldn’t force something like that on you so quickly. I’ve just gotten this image in my head… me sitting at my desk, proud and confident of my rule… and you, standing coldly behind me in your black catsuit, a katana on your back...” he smirked dryly. “I like that image a lot. Can you use a katana…? We can teach you how to wield a katana. Anyway… I agree it’s only right we come to blows.”

He stood up calmly, as Carina took on a fighting stance. He grabbed his coat and she was sure he was going for a gun… but instead he merely took it off, and did the same with his white undershirt. Beneath, he revealed a grizzled, barrel chest. She was surprised, immediately recognizing that he must’ve been in perfect physical condition before age dwindled it some… even so, he looked in fine shape, especially for his age. This intrigued her…

Giovanni stepped around his desk, his hands behind his back, looking coldly into her eyes as he suggested, “How about a proposal. We fight hand-to-hand, no weapons, until one of us submits… if I win, you join me. If you win… I tell you where the jewels are and let you walk with them. No grudge, no strings attached… you’ll have won. Does that sound good?”

“Oh it sounds lovely.” she replied, licking her lips as her eyes went down to his crotch. Indeed, in spite of his demeanor, he was fully aroused and the bulge in his pants was actually pretty insane. Considering how loose-fitting those pants were, she had a fine outline of his cock and balls. This was indeed going to be remarkably fun, nothing like a huge haul. She was starting to get horny again already...

He put his hands up as if getting into some sorta Sambo style. “Shall we then…?”

The two approached each other. Carina bounced side to side like a boxer, ensuring that her large tits bounced and swayed magnificently as she neared him. She wasn’t totally taking him seriously, still a little unconvinced due to his age and clear horniness. She looked for the early win, feigning a punch towards his face and instead aiming a kick right for his testicles.

To her shook, he didn’t buy the bait and managed to catch her by the ankle. He proceeded to perform a surprisingly athletic full body twirl that spun her in mid-air, painfully torquing her leg and landing her facedown on the steel plated floor with a pained groan.

As she took a second to breath, shocked to have actually been taken down as it’d been some time since a man managed to hurt her, Giovanni came in with a surprising quickness, wrapping his arms around her and groping her breasts. She assumed he was forcing himself onto her until she realized how much power he put into painfully squeezing her sensitive tits, his fingers coming down roughly on her erect nipples. He actually pulled her up off the floor via her large, supple breasts which was quite painful as well.

His rather large arms tightened around Carina’s frame. She was a tactical master known for immediate takedowns and cheap shots, her experience in straight-up fights had been lacking in recent years. So it maybe wasn’t so surprising that at first, she wasn’t sure what to do as he hoisted her off the ground in a bear hug. 

She struggled and squirmed, trying to bring a hammerfist towards his groin, but for once her aim was off and she wasn’t in position to put any real power behind the blow anyway. 

Finally, an instinct kicked in… she ducked her head, and then thrust it back, slamming the back of her head into Giovanni’s face with enough force to loosen his grip. She then managed to reach down and grab his balls, giving a tight squeeze of her own that forced him to release her. She kept hold of his nuts as she turned around and was keen on squeezing them into oblivion, looking into his eyes and enjoying all the pain she saw in them as she intensified her grip.

He responded with a haymaker to her jaw, delivered with stunning force for someone so otherwise debilitated with anguish. This got her to let go of his nuts and again put her onto the floor, this time sending her to a knee. He knelt down and wrapped his powerful arms around her again, his hands once more clasping around her tits.

Wary of being put in the same hold twice, as he lifted her up, she managed to flip forward, her legs wrapping around his sides for a split second, just long enough to pull him forward. The momentum saw him land hard, facefirst on the floor himself. 

He was obviously discomforted as his erection pounded the steel, and she made all the worse when she scrambled up and delivered a follow-up of a vicious punt kick, her sharp toed stiletto stabbing deep into his testicles. Once again, she kicked a man in this position with enough force to flip him onto his back.

Stepping beside him, she went for an axe kick KO. But he managed to roll out of the way just in time to avoid her Mankiller heel. She tried to dash in quickly, but he shot forward off the ground to clip her shins, bringing her painfully back down to the floor with him. 

The two simultaneously scrambled up to their feet and saw themselves at a stalemate, both with their fists in the air, both panting. It bothered her that he seemed to match her in conditioning. He was older than her and for all his old man strength, was definitely still less fit… surely she should have more wind. 

Perhaps he was just being more efficient with his energy usage…? What was he, a mob boss or a martial arts master? 

Well she was done underestimating him, that was for sure. She hadn’t had to fight seriously in years… but she was actually a little excited by the proposition. It was rare that men made her work before she ruined them. She’d savor this night for a long time to come…

The two rushed each other and each sent a flurry of blows, neither getting a solid shot in. This time, Carina feigned a kick to the groin before aiming a punch to his face. He took this bait, protecting his nuts in exchange for taking the punch square to the chin. 

“Hah! How’d you like that?!” she boasted. “Looks like you aren’t so sure where to block anymore, tough stuff...”

“Girl, I’d take a punch to the face over a kick to the nuts anyday.” he reasoned, holding his jaw. “If that’s the gamble, I’m fine with it...”

She scoffed at that. She hardly needed to be reminded of which were more devastating… but she figured she could easily put him through plenty of both.

Another flurry was traded. At the end of it, Carina feigned a punch to his face, hoping the alternating pattern would catch him off-guard. But before she could even follow-up with her kick, he had instead powered an uppercut into her stomach, showing her his shocking power as the wind was knocked out of her. He had guessed her game correctly, ignoring her feint punch and lashing out first.

This doubled her over, leaving her open for a knee to the face that straightened her up. Next, came two devastating punches, one to each tit, making them bounce and jiggle madly as she cried out in pain. 

All Carina could do was backup to try and avoid this flurry, looking to recover from her seething damage. But he was in hot pursuit, and she needed to think of something that would take him off-guard…

So she bowed her head and thrust forward, leaping up into a vicious headbutt. And since he was a little taller than her, the crown of her head ended up bashing into the bottom of his chin, with a vicious crunch. She was certain she’d just dislocated his jaw, he was certainly screaming loudly enough. 

Now he was the one backing up. Putting the aggression on, she peppered his face with a couple of punches, before following up with a front stomp, digging the sharp toe AND vicious heel of her vile stiletto into his gut. Obviously it caused a lot of stinging pain but she was disappointed by the impact, his stomach was a lot more solid than it looked.

It made her pine for the easy route of solid boot to soft nuts… so she went for another front stomp, this one of course aimed for the testicles.

Giovanni caught this in similar fashion to the first time. She figured that might happen though, so she planned a counter-counter in advance. Carina leapt up and, with her free leg, sent a flying roundhouse kick into his skull. But to her shock, he ducked this! This allowed him to shove her leg in time to complete her rotation, twisting her sexy body all around. She was out of sorts by the time she faced him again and he charged at her, locking hands with the devious catburgler as he looked to drive her to the floor.

She figured out what was happening in time to push back, but it was seemingly for naught as he was well on his way to pushing her down to the floor. She was being bent over backwards, nothing but her stunning flexibility keeping her standing. Still, ‘standing’ was arguable when her hair was already touching the cold steel, and her shoulders were soon to join it…

Carina grunted and groaned, struggling to come to terms with the fact that he was genuinely stronger than her. But as she pushed against him, it quickly became clear how fruitless it was… she was only pushed further and further downwards, and once he had her pinned, she knew she’d be at his mercy. 

Would her journey truly end like this? After years of finding the strongest men around and humbling them, showing the world that the icons of masculinity had bodies as meek and fragile as their egos… now, was it her turn to be humbled? Was it her own arrogance that made her downfall inevitable…?

No… that didn’t happen to her. She was better than this… she was better than everyone she’d ever dominated and she dedicated her life to prove it. She knew it in her heart, even right then as she was barely able to balance on her razer-thin heels. She was practically horizontal, truly taken to the limit of her flexibility.

Flexibility… that was it! That was her one true strength over him, his sturdily built body was rigid in comparison! Seeking to make use of this, as Giovanni’s cold gaze pierced into her own, a solemn smile on his face as he was certain he was about to have his own sexy assassin to truly perfect his aesthetic, Carina was able to subtly move her right leg back, until it was just about curled behind her back. She then edged it out, slowly, stealthily… then, with a swift and decisive jerk, she managed to slam her knee right up into his testicles!

This took him off-guard and as he groaned in pain, Carina planted her foot again - making sure it stayed between his own - as put her all into pushing back, putting herself back into an upright position. 

He tried to drive her with his power again, but from that position she was able to put a lot more force into a second knee, again nailing his balls and this time her follow-up shove left them on equal ground!

“Hah… can’t believe I forgot why I started going low in the first place...” she remarked with a smile as she buried her knee into his groin a third time! “...if a man’s stronger than you, attack his balls until he’s weak! Just like mom always used to say~”

Before long, her low blows had taken his energy away. After slamming her rock hard, bared kneecap into his extremely soft nuts a fourth time, she managed to shove him helplessly backwards, all he could do to stay on his feet. A fifth knee punctuated her slamming him against the wall and now the pain was clear even on his stoic face.

Carina took a step back before hauling off and delivering a full force, picture perfect front stomp, her pointed toe and vicious heel digging into his genitals with a loud thud. Her incredible body, naked save for the stilettos and g-string, had never looked more the perfect image of feminine might as he felt every single bit of the strength within her well-defined legs blast his groin. 

She finally let go of his hands as her foot threatened to rip his genitals asunder. He went to cup himself, and Carina responded with a front flip, putting her into a handstand as her powerful legs wrapped around the hunched over man’s neck. Her thick, bared, muscular thighs tried their damnedest to snap his throat as the weakened mob boss fell to his knees, making it even easier for Carina to keep the hold in as she laid on her back and put the pressure in tightly. 

“I… I give...” he muttered, weakly smacking her leg, tapping out; the universal sign of submission!

She relinquished her hold and stood proudly above him, fists on her womanly hips as she beamed, still breathing heavy, proud of her accomplishment. “You’re a tough one, old man… but no man is stronger than their balls are weak.”

He sighed, still tending to his testicles with one hand as he pointed with the other. “Over there… the… Tama Basuto jewels are in that safe. The key is… hidden on the person of one of my boys upstairs... take it. They’re yours.”

“That’s nice.” she replied blankly, not even turning to look at the safe in question as she reached down and grabbed him by the throat, pulling him up to his feet. “But those… aren’t the jewels that I came here for.”

Finally, she saw it… fear in his eyes. It was delicious. She reached into her utility belt for one last toy… a simple length of rope. He tried to struggle but his strength had been drained thanks to her assault on his nuts, and she managed to tie his wrists together and thereby force his arms behind his back.

She shoved Giovanni against the wall, pinning his hands to the steel. Carina proceeded to rip his pants and boxer briefs down, before her hands wrapped tightly around his bared balls. They were absolutely huge, swollen of course but even then, they just felt enormous in her hands. His dick, interestingly still erect, was no slouch either. 

“Mmmm… if only you were twenty years younger. I might’ve ridden you before I ruined you… oh well~” she teased before beginning to yank and pull painfully on his nuts.

As he howled his anguish, she sunk back deeper and lower, putting everything behind the tug. Carina put her legs up, one by one, propping her feet against the steel and using it to push off, making use of her arms, her back, her glutes and legs… every single part of her powerful, feminine body was used to gradually, yet wholly rip his balls off of his body.

She fell to the floor with her harvest in hand, her delighted cheers almost drowning out his intense pained wails. Carina stood up swiftly and celebrated her conquest, leaping up and down to let her breasts bounce and dance in victory. It was rare to see the kind of smile on her face that she was wearing in that moment, she was ecstatic in a way that was quite uncharacteristic for her… she’d never felt so alive.

Giovanni was in tears, never had he felt so much pain. But he was truly tough, somehow still awake and standing after she’d torn his nuts off with her bare hands, his cock withering as his last erection was now… well, his last erection. She tauntingly dangled his now useless testicles in front of his face, laughing gleefully. She made him watch as she crushed his severed balls in the palms of her hands… and then, ducked her head back to eat one of them like a fried egg!

His jaw dropped at the sight, as she licked her fingers clean and proceeded to use that hand to rip her panties off. Now wearing nothing but her stilettos, she took to rigorously fingering herself, horny again after dismantling the infamous mobster. She didn’t give a damn that he was watching, enjoying it if anything, as she moaned deeply and passionately… devouring his remaining ball as she brought herself to a massive climax.

“...Heh… heheh… so… so damn cold.” he sadly chuckled, his voice shot. “That’s so… fucking hot...”