12 Days of Domming: Carina's Jewel Hunt Pt. 1

Giovanni Luzzatto is a man who held much power in the town of Steelport. He was the boss of the biggest, most vicious crime organization of the modern day… which, admittedly that was with significantly less competition than there used to be so that title might not have meant too much… but still, rest assured he was respect and feared in equal measure, and his boys would gladly kill for him and die for him at the drop of a hat.

But that meant little to Carina… a dangerous woman to be sure, and a mystery to all who ever caught the slightest glimpse. The beautiful catburgler was the thing of legend and infamy wherever she went, and though she never stayed in one town long, she always left an eternal mark. With her skintight leather suit, and unbelievably high, pointed stilettos that she could somehow outrun a star trackrunner in, she had the look of a femme fatale assassin straight out of Hollywood and the skill to match.

And when she came to town and heard of the great Giovanni’s rep, she wasn’t afraid. She was merely intrigued. For there was nothing she liked more than taking down a powerful man. And when she heard of his group’s siege on a museum that saw them steal the one-of-a-kind Tama Basuto jewels, she had a lead… and a new motive.

Through her sneakery and stealth, she managed to overhear a conversation at the police department… they had evidently found a Luzzatto Gang hideout and planned to do an undercover stakeout to monitor. Slinking from rooftops amidst the darkness, she tailed them as they left, following them most carefully. From her incredible agility, acrobatics and rooftop theatrics, one might’ve mistaken her for a shadowy superhero. 

But she was far from a hero…

When the car came to a stop, and the two men began studying the enormous dilapidated warehouse from a safe distance, she knew their usefulness was over… and now, they were only a potential problem. 

A shake of the nearby bushes caught one of the men’s attention. The rustle was continuous… despite his partner’s objections, he headed out and stepped towards it. Trying to keep a low profile as he walked, he quietly took out his flashlight and shone it towards the bush as he cautiously approached.

Not quite cautious enough, sadly. As soon as he got within range, a fist shot out from the brush and collided solidly with his crotch. This took him completely off-guard, doubled him over and saw him drop his light. Swiftly, that same hand grabbed him by the hair and yanked him into the thick shrubbery.

Witnessing this, the other man swiftly came out of the car and came running. “Keane! Keane, talk to me! What just happened over there?!”

He rushed in and cleared as much of the bush away as he could, to see that his partner was now unconscious amongst the greenery. 

“Wh-what the fuck…?” he gasped.

That’s all he was able to get out before a feminine hand clasped around his mouth, and another around his throat. Before he could so much as process this, a powerful leg whirled up between his own, a muscular thigh packed snugly in leather bashing his testicles.

His scream was muffled and choked out by the shadowy woman’s hands, and even though he tried to struggle, the kick from behind was so devastating that it drained the fight from him in an instant. She pulled him in close, the back of his head thrusting into her expansive cleavage as she throttled him. Within a few seconds of this, his air had depleted entirely and he passed out betwixt her bountiful bosoms.

“Sorry boys, couldn’t have you interrupting my fun.” She whispered, before simply letting him fall on top of his similarly defeated comrade. Carina proceeded to turn and dart into the night, towards the warehouse. 

While the stakeout was to be at a decent distance, roughly half a mile out, she managed to clear the gap in a little over a minute. Barely even had to take a breath afterwards, though as she stood behind a tree just outside the parking lot, she did take a moment to adjust herself… with the remarkable size of her breasts, the bounce at that speed got a bit painful for her, though it certainly looked wonderful.

Slowly, silently she made her way to the front door. It was a powerful looking iron door, fitted with a heavy bolted lock, and a sturdy steel awning just above it. Carina took a moment to compose herself for this next one, taking a deep breath, her feet together as she stood perfectly vertical.

With a loud “KIYAI!” she turned and put an intense amount of torque into a powerful spin kick, the point of her stiletto slamming against the lock with so much force that it came flying right off! She did wince a bit doing it, wriggling her foot to shake off the force, but she didn’t have long to do this. 

Planting her feet on the ground, with one brazen leap she hopped up to atop the steel awning, where she laid spread eagle and simply waited.

Within a few seconds, the door whirled open as two thugs spilled out; a large bald man, and a smaller long-haired fellow. Though really, both were quite a bit bigger than Carina.

“The fuck was that?” the first grunted.

“I don’t know but it didn’t sound good...” the second replied, looking around. “Shit, did they take off the lock…?”

They took a few steps out into the darkness, and both were facing away from their surprise guest. Which meant they were practically dead already…

Slinking down to the road, she came down on knee just behind the second man. Like a mighty uppercut, she thrust her arm up into the arch of his legs, her forearm driven deep into his crotch. He howled in sudden anguish and was immediately bent over clutching himself. 

The large man whipped around to see the cause of his scream, and in the time it took him to do this, Carina had already jumped onto the back of the smaller man. Using it as a platform, she vaulted towards the larger man with her legs bent at the knee. He couldn’t believe his eyes as her knees sailed right into his face. He fell directly to the concrete, her knees landing hard on his head.

The smaller man looked up in time to see her immaculate ass, it’s every contour perfectly outlined in those pants, just before she hopped up to her feet and whirled to face him, standing over the dazed brute.

“Wh-who the hell…?!” he uttered, just before she unleashed a brutal snap kick to his chin. The force of this was so great he damn near backflipped off of it, his head hitting the ground hard as he fell, knocking him out cold.

She put so much into that kick that her leg continued sailing into the air until it was fully extended, her knee just about touching her womanly chest… and from there, she brought it down hard, into a truly vile Axe Kick that saw the deadly heel of her stiletto bury itself into the big man’s groin.

His large body buckled, he was just about sitting up as her foot devastated his manhood. Cruelly, she rose her opposite foot off the ground, thereby putting all of her weight onto his genitals. His wail was tortured and elongated, until she finally put him out of his misery with a ruthless stomp to his face that rocked his head back and knocked him out on contact.

As he slumped to the ground, she brought her kicking foot down into his groin as well, happy to stand on his testicles for a few more seconds before quite necessarily cartwheeling off of him and rushing into the building.

Once she was inside the expansive warehouse, she came to realize that the group was much smaller than advertised. After deftly climbing her way to the rafters she got a good look at the layout and saw that there was only one man patrolling the enormous room, and two others standing guard over a door. All three were armed with assault rifles, though…

Staying silent, she slinked back to the ground and darted behind various crates until she neared the patrolling hood. Carina simply waited until he wandered close enough, before rushing out from behind the box and meeting the unsuspecting man with a wicked roundhouse kick straight to the temple. He was unconscious before he even hit the ground.

His dropping to the solid floor perhaps made more noise than she realized, as the echoing thud made it’s way to the two men guarding the door, who quickly leapt to attention, their rifles at the ready. “Hey! Who goes there?!” one of them yelled.

“...Seriously? ‘Who goes there’? What are you on some medieval shit?” the second chided, as Carina crept closer to them, keeping hidden as she approached.

“Shut up and pay attention! We’ve got an intruder in our midst!” the other griped. 

“Ohhh wow, an intruder, oh no…” the other mocked. “Who the hell talks like that? You’re being real dramatic today, Bootsy.”

Flipping her hair out of her face, the femme fatale smiled a bit as she looked down on the two men who seemed to have finished bickering. Perched atop the highest stack of crates, she took a deep breath in preparation of this next, rather risky tactic. Close to the wall and as on guard as they were, there was no good way to sneak up on them, so she could only try the full frontal approach. Which, typically, was not as desirable as it sounded… but she had all the confidence in the world as she deftly leapt to the floor, landing a mere ten feet in front of the gun-toting thugs.

“Intruder spotted! Open fire!” the first man yelled. The second just shook his head as the both of them took aim and shot at Carina the moment they caught sight of her silhouette. 

Combat rolling into the fray without a hint of fear, she dodged an array of gunfire as the two brutes tried desperately to follow her swift movements. She came up between them and they had to put a halt to their fire, lest they end up full of holes themselves. This gave her a golden opportunity and she pounced on it; in one fell move, she sprang up into the air, launching into a splits kick that sent both of her feet careening into the groins of the two men.

With elegance and grace, she landed on her feet. With… slightly less elegance, the two men crumpled to a heap at her feet. She hopped up once more, and showed off her incredible acrobatics and flexibility, landing on her hands with perfect balance whilst her legs stretched out before her. The two men were howling their misery… mercifully, she put an end to that the moment they raised their heads up, as a second splits kick saw her black leather boots smashing into their heads, knocking them out on contact.

“Shame… I was enjoying the banter.” she sighed as she hopped up to her feet. “Would’ve been a bit of a problem if I got shot before even getting to your boss, though...”

Glancing towards the door, she opted to hug the wall for a moment, making sure she’d be behind the door if it happened to swing open. If anyone were in there, there’s no way in hell they didn’t hear all that gunfire after all. She instead kept an ear towards the door to try and see if she could make anything out. But the room was deathly silent.

Cautiously, she placed her hand to the doorknob and twisted it just enough to test it. Unlocked… they were obviously confident in their security. She took another breath before darting in front of the door and throwing it open, only to immediately hit the deck before she even got a glimpse of what was inside. 

That was a good idea, because six men were in there; one, noticeably more well off looking sat at a ritzy desk while the other five were standing, pistols trained on the door. The moment the door swung open, each and every one of them opened fire, looking to fill Carina full of holes.

She barely got a good look at her surroundings before being forced to take action, but she made do; before they could realize their shots were whiffing, she crawled with a swiftness behind the nearest bit of furniture which happened to be a couch. Whilst knelt down, she tipped it over on top of a man who happened to be standing in front of it, taking him to the ground and temporarily neutralizing him. Of course, that also left her without cover, so she needed another combat roll to avoid the next array of fire. 

Carina wasn’t directionless though, as she came to stand right next to a bookcase, which stood maybe ten feet off the ground and atleast managed to shield her from a couple of attackers. And she did this so quickly that she was actually able to tip the bookcase onto the two nearest men before they could even realize she was there. They howled as the heavy weight came down on them, effectively taking them out of commission. 

As it was still falling, she managed to grab a lamp from the nearby stand and yank it in such a way that the plug came out of the outlet. Glancing towards the furthest man who stood near the opposite wall, he was in the middle of frantically reloading his gun. With all her might she threw the lamp bottom-first towards him. Her aim was true, and it hit him square in the groin just as he managed to reload the pistol. His body seizing, he aimlessly fired it into the ceiling as he collapsed to his knees, before his grip went limp and the now unloaded gun fell harmlessly to the floor.

That left just one man still standing, in the center of the room, having just reloaded his own pistol. His hands were shaking a bit as he aimed towards the woman who just single handedly took out four of his friends right in front of him in the span of a few seconds. Nevertheless, he opened fire, but as she approached him, she darted left and right, moving like water in a way he couldn’t comprehend, let alone aim at. 

Five straight shots missed before she made her move, sliding in between his open legs. All she had to was reach and grab him by the balls as she slid behind him, letting momentum yank his nuts for her, and they were tugged down with so much force he fell to the floor, aimlessly firing his last bullet on the way down.

She didn’t release her tight grip, even as she stood, his lower body actually lifting a few inches off the ground as she well and truly had him by the balls. The man shrieked in pain and howled, “SHIT, SHIT NO, LET ME GO! FUCK, LET ME GO, PLEASE!”

Carina had to smile at the sound of his agony… she’d have revelled in it for a while if she had the opportunity, but sadly she didn’t have the time. Instead she let his nuts go, but before he could even clutch them, she let loose a vicious punt between his legs, her shin ramming into his nuts with so much power that it actually flipped him, and he landed on his back, left dazedly looking up at her as he held his poor nuts tightly. She didn’t drop her foot back to the ground after that kick, instead keeping her leg extended and bending it at the knee… before bringing it down hard, stomping directly onto the man’s face, knocking him out instantly.

Glancing over to the man whose crotch she introduced to the desk lamp, she saw him still on his knees, leaning against the wall, cradling his nuts. She took off at a full sprint towards him, her ‘Mankiller’ stilettos clicking loudly against the hard wood floor. Hearing this he looked up in time to see her breasts bouncing madly with her incredible stride, they seemed to be coming loose from her tightly clinging leather outfit. 

With a gasp he held out his hands in an attempt to block her and groaned, “N-No, stop!”, obviously a bit of a cowardly sort. The pragmatic catburglar chuckled to herself at this opening, finishing her sprint with a slide. Her legs bent at the knee and each at a different angle. Her laser-precision paid off in a big way, as one solid, muscular knee landed in his face at the exact time the other collided with his groin.

His only solace was that the former slammed his head against the wall, rendering him entirely unconscious so he only to feel the mind-blowing pain for the briefest instant, but quite the hellish instant it was…

As Carina stood from this broken man, she overheard the first thug she took down shoving away the overturned couch as he made his way to his feet. Turning to him she again broke out towards him at full speed, her mighty legs packed snugly in leather pounding the floor. The man was first frightened to see her speedy approach, but then noticed her heavily swaying breasts… one of them seemed all too ready to just pop right out at any moment.

Momentarily dumbstruck by this, he actually had the gall to reach out towards her chest as she came closer. Of course she didn’t go any nearer than she had to, planting a foot and launching a front kick towards his nethers. Sadly for him, her leg was longer than his arm to the point where his hand just barely failed to touch her tits. And much more sadly for him - or less so, depending on who you ask - the point of her razor sharp stiletto stabbed furiously into his testicles. His groping hands sank with the rest of his upper body as this doubled him over entirely. 

As the man howled his misery and lament, his assailant stepped to the side and again thrust her leg as high up into the air as her wondrous flexibility would allow before bringing it down into a wicked Axe Kick, her heel smashing brutally into the back of his head. He was out like a light as he hit the floor.

This left just the two underneath the bookcase, atleast among those that actually sought to attack her. And from their position, facefirst on the ground with it weighing down against their backs, they had no leverage to push it off. They weren’t going anywhere. And their guns happened to drop too far away from them for them to have any hope of using them. So she had time to stop and adjust herself, ensuring her titty would stay right where it was for the moment, before sashaying over to them, her shapely hips accentuated by her walk.

The two looked up at her with a clear fear in their eyes, which was simply delicious to her. One spoke up, “H-Hey, uh… oh God, listen, we’re out of commission over here! We’re n-not gonna be any trouble for you!”

The other frantically nodded and added, “Yeah, and even if we weren’t, we would n-never hit a girl… especially not one as pretty as you! P-Please don’t hurt us...”

“Ohh, well aren’t you two sweet?” she asked with a playful smile, her hands on her bellydancer’s hips. “Shame that I’m not.”

She hit the floor and spun like a break dancer, unleashing a unique whirling kick that nailed the both of them square in the head, one after the other. The mysterious ballbuster seemed to have a knack for knocking men out, as another two were asleep on contact.

Standing up swiftly from this, she finally turned her attention to the man at the desk, who seemed to have not moved a muscle during that whole struggle. Stoic as could be, he clasped his hands together and rested his elbows on the desk as he let out a brief sigh. “...Alright. What do you want?”

As she took a few steps closer and got a better look at him, she frowned. “You’re not Giovanni, are you?”

“I’m afraid not. Though I’ll certainly be sending your head to him as a gift if you don’t tell me who the fuck you are.” he answered, his voice never once altering in tone. “You wanna tell me what you’re beating my boys up for?” 

She stepped up to the desk and quite calmly replied, “I need to see your boss. He has a set of jewels that I’d like to… negotiate for. I thought he’d be here, but obviously that was just wishful thinking. But I’m betting you can tell me where he really is…”

“I can.” he answered. “But I sure as hell won’t. Much as I’m sure he’d be happy to have a chick like you around… sad fact is, he’s a very busy man and he definitely has no time for floozies at the moment. You’ll have to take a raincheck… now get out of my office.”

Carina shook her head. “You saw what I just did to your men. Hell I’ve taken out ten of your boys since I’ve got here without a scratch… how is it you can talk to me like you’re the one in control?”

“I am. It’s up to me whether I sell him out, and I’m not gonna. Beat me up if it makes you feel better, but it’ll get you nowhere.” he shrugged. “Because for all your strength, you ain’t got a damn thing to threaten me with.”

“Ohhh I think I’ll find something...” she hissed, licking her lips. 

In her next movement, she leaped onto the desk, one foot planted atop it as the other slammed into his chest. In his rolling chair, this sent him flying back until it hit the wall. With a short hop, she came down in front of him and grabbed him by the collar. With ease, she lifted him up from his chair before kicking it out the way. The impassioned femme fatale slammed him against the wall and pressed her knee imposingly into his groin. 

“Start talking if you value your manhood. Because believe me, I don’t!” she threatened. 

“You think some chick like you scares me?” he replied, keeping a cold, calm demeanor. “Do you realize who you’re talking to? My industry… it’s as cutthroat as it gets. And I’ve been in this business longer than you’ve been alive, sweetheart. I’ve been through a lot in that time, okay? There isn’t a damn thing you can do to me that’s worse than the pain I’ve already felt.”

“Ohh, I’d like to test that...” she whispered.

An eager, villainous grin spreading on her beautiful face, she lowered her leg and, in a flash, thrust it back upwards, ramming her knee full force into his groin. He tried to contain his scream, coming out as a loud, violent grunt of pain. She drove that knee deep, and she could feel his testicles smashing up into his pelvis…

“Mmmmm, well there’s one obvious hole in your claim already...” she remarked, as she ground her kneecap painfully against his crotch. “You’ve obviously never been castrated before!”

Seething, he growled, “Do your worst, bitch.”

“Gladly!” she cried, releasing his shoulders and stepping back. Before he could even reach down to protect his groin, she’d lashed her leg out forward into a front stomp, the bottom of one of her beloved ‘Mankiller’ high heels blasting into the front of his pants, threatening to crush his nuts. His yelp of pain wasn’t even finished when her next strike came. 

She grabbed his wrists, ensuring he wouldn’t be able to cover himself as she cocked her leg back and thrust it forward once more, another absolutely vile front stomp. She pulled on his arms as she ground her boot into his crotch, her sharp heel digging deep into his delicates. 

“By all means, do tell me when you’re ready to give up. Or is your sex life just not that important to you?” she asked with a chuckle. “Then again, I can’t imagine you have much of one at your age anyway… maybe ending your nuts wouldn’t be that big of a deal after all.”

“Fuuuucck yooooouu!” he groaned through grit teeth. 

“You wish.” she teased. 

She lowered her foot, and for a brief moment the man was allowed a moment of reprieve. All too brief, really, as a nanosecond after his lone exhale, she tugged on his arms to pull him in for a truly devastating knee to the nuts. Using his own momentum against him, her knee and his crotch were on a collision course for each other, and the collision came with a mighty, echoing thud. 

Not letting up, she just kept tugging and digging her knee in deeper. The man’s chin was against her shoulder and all he could do was holler in pain, his cool act giving way to anguish. It was clear he didn’t realize just how hard she could hit him. 

After a few more moments of grinding, she released him just before going down to the ground, performing another picture perfect splits, her legs splayed entirely as her face was now eye-level with his groin. Once again showing off her speed, he didn’t have near enough time to protect himself from her mighty uppercut. Her bony fist slammed furiously into the bottom of his testicles.

As he wailed in anguish, doubled over and wanting desperately to fall, held up only by her fist in his groin, she once more continued grinding his nuts into paste, twisting her knuckles into his crotch the way his kind liked to twist knives. “Mmmm, are you having fun? I sure am. I could do this all day...”

She removed her fist from his loins and allowed him to collapse onto his knees, putting them eye-to-eye. As he finally managed to clutch his tenderized testes, she just laughed in his face. “D’aww, what’s wrong? Does it hurt?” she taunted. “Surely not. Surely there’s nothing I could do to hurt a big strong man like… well, like someone else.”

“Fuck off!” he yelled.

“Hmhmhm… gonna stay defiant, huh?” she asked, before swiftly hopping up to her dainty yet dangerous feet.

“There’s nothing… ngh, you can do...” he grunts. “If I rat on my boss… I’d die a death I’d never want to imagine. He’d… ugh, he’d torture me like you couldn’t dream of in your sickest BDSM bullshit fantasy...”

“We’ll see about that...” she answered. 

Mercilessly, she stomped down on the man’s throat, pinning him against the wall and choking him in one fell swoop. He hesitated to take his hands away from his groin, but the pressure on his windpipe swiftly became too much to bear and he grabbed at her ankle, trying desperately to pry her foot away, but to no avail. 

Showing off the power of her lower body, she slowly rose her leg up, dragging him up the wall along with it. She didn’t stop until he was forced to stand, her lengthy leg fully extended and flexed, it’s every thick definition shown off beautifully by her skintight leather pants.

As her foot choked him out, her hand reached down his pants, much to his horror. In an instant, she found his nuts and took them up in her palm, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Huh… no wonder you’re not budging on this.” she mused. “I mean, you barely have anything to lose down here… heh. Oh well...”

Nonetheless, she clamped down tight, her hand becoming a vice around his battered balls. The mobster’s tortured scream was choked out under her heel. Ruthlessly, she twisted and pulled on his testicles, putting an unbelievable torque on his most sensitive bits before doubling down on her crushing squeeze. She bore down with so much force that quiet crunching noises emitted from her grasp, and yet from her relaxed demeanor it seemed likely she was still holding back. It had to be dawning on him, the ease with which she could destroy his balls with her bare hands if she wanted.

After admiring the unique sound of a man’s tortured howls dying in his strangled throat for a few more moments, she lowered her leg from his neck, allowing to take a breath between frantic grunts and groans of pain. Another tight clamp preceded her asking, “Ready to talk yet? Or do I have to really hurt you?”

His teeth grit, sweat dripping down his forehead, still he stayed stubborn. “Go… to… hell!” he forced out, as his hands wrapped around her wrist in a vain attempt to get her to let go. 

She shook her head, with a weary sigh. “What did your balls ever do to you to make you hate them so much? To think, you’d force me to do something like this to them… you’re really quite the monster, you know that? Oh well...”

To the man’s thinly veiled fright, she sunk her other hand into his pants and grabbed hold with both, one testicle for each palm. With the most fierce squeeze yet, she drove his nuts so deep into his pelvis that it seemed like they were about to go back from whence they came. The man was fighting back tears of pain when a dash of disbelief was added to his alarmed senses as he realized that his body was beginning to slide up the wall.

Slowly but surely, she was lifting him off the ground, by the balls. Once he was entirely off his feet, the pressure on his genitals mounted to a new astounding high, as they were now effectively supporting a big portion of his body weight. Showing off her deceptive strength, she didn’t stop lifting until his groin was once-again eye level with her… he struggled and squirmed but soon found that only made the pain worse, so he just tried to stay still as he was completely at her mercy. She had him by the balls; never had the phrase been more apt!

“How you feeling now?” she asked, casual as could be as her hands tortured his nuts in ways he never thought possible. “Is this the right level of punishment for you? Or do I have to start getting cruel?”

Once more he grit his teeth, but didn’t curse her or give any response at all actually. Still unwilling to sell out his boss, but perhaps a little weary of egging her on any further. She chuckled to herself at this advancement.

“You know, just in case I’ve given you the wrong impression… for the record, ballbusting isn’t the only thing I do, or my only means of torture. Far, far from it in fact. It just happens to be my favorite~” she explained in a disturbingly friendly tone. “But yeah, I have a lot of other ways to hurt somebody without going low. Once I pop these nuts, you’ll get to see them! Hah… wouldn’t it be something if you gave up to one of those techniques instead? I mean could you imagine spilling the beans AFTER your balls have been ruptured? You’d have given up your manhood for nothing!”

His lips trembled, but still spoke no words. Even the grunts and groans became stifled. He seemed to be fighting back what he truly wanted to say… though the single tear streaming down his cheek said a lot about how he was feeling.

Carina shrugged, and even that gave the old veteran mobster a dose of pain. “Gotta admit, you’re a tough nut to crack. Or, well, not really, it’d be effortless for me, but you know what I mean.” she grinned, amused by her own joke. “Still I’m impressed, to think you’re that devoted to your boss… perhaps there really is honor among thieves. And my heart melts for it, truly. You’re the first in a long time to make me do this. So take solace in that...”

With those ominous words, she let loose with one of her hands - quickly adjusting so that she once more held both his balls in a single palm - so that she could grab his waistband and rip his pants down to his ankles, exposing his swollen manhood. 

Gradually the grunts of pain began to reluctantly come forth once more as she slowly backed up, peeling his body away from the wall until it wasn’t supporting his weight any more. She was seriously just carrying him via his bare, brutalized balls as she turned to hold him out further. He was hunched over, leaning onto her powerful arm, doing whatever he could to try and relieve some of the immense pressure. 

“One last chance… if I do this, I genuinely have no idea how long your little nuts will stay attached to you. It’s kind of a crapshoot really, but they’ll rip right off eventually.” she informed him, quite matter-of-factly. “Talk now and we won’t have to take that chance...”

“P-Please no...” he gasped, what remained of his tough front completely dissipated. 

She turned her head and cupped her ear with her free hand. But he said no more. “Mmm… oh well. Not like the world’s losing much.”

In that next instant, with a simple flick of the wrist, he found himself now held upside down, his body dangling from his swollen, beet red nuts. At first, all that came from his gaping mouth was a quiet exhale, his eyes widening, all the air escaping his lungs from the sheer shock of the pain. When he managed to take a breath he wasted little time in screaming it right out. 

She held him atleast seven feet in the air by the balls, high enough that his hands couldn’t reach the ground to try and prop himself up. His nuts now had to bear the brunt of his entire body weight on top of Carina’s vicious vice grip which seemed to be getting tighter all the time. If there was any hope in his heart that she might’ve been bluffing, it evaporated instantly as he truly felt that his scrotum could tear clean off at any time.

“FUUUUUUCK, NO! ARRGGGH PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME GOOO!” he shouted, begging and pleading for her to end it. 

In response, she simply leaned against the wall, her legs crossed ever so casually as she held him up. “You decide when it ends, tough guy, not me...”

She lifted and lowered him in a rhythmic fashion, treating his body like a yoyo with his nuts as the string. He bobbed up and down as she laughed at his helpless plight. The gorgeous and sensuous catburgler was completely and utterly without mercy.

“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT… OKAY! OKAY I’LL TALK!” he screamed. “I’LL TALK, JUST LET ME GO!”

Swiftly she reached down with her free hand and grabbed him by the collar, before pulling his upper body up. For a moment she held him with a hand on his shirt and the other on his nuts, relieving a relatively high amount of the pressure. But once she got him in that position, she unceremoniously dropped him, letting him land flat on his back. The once proud made-man was coughing and sputtering between sobs as he curled up on the floor.

“I was considering just letting you go immediately and watching you fall on your head, but I need you conscious, and also alive for this.” she explained. “Now then… assuming you don’t want to feel that again-”

“H-He’s just off Singer Avenue! Right past the old coal mill! Th-there’s a… a military outpost from the civil war that’s just been sitting there… he’s holed up in there!” the man breathily spat, as quickly as he could. “And I think… he’s keeping the jewels there too...”

“Lovely. See? That wasn’t so hard...” she purred.

“Ffffuck I’m gonna die...” he grumbled.

“Hmhm, well atleast you die with your balls. More than some can say...” she remarked as she began to walk away. Without turning her head she called back, “And by the way, if you’re lying, I’ll find you and rectify that.”

And so, she made her way back out of the warehouse, her sights set on the two targets she oh-so-coveted...