Self Defence Class

 Self Defence Class, by sofxx

My friends and I rushed down the hall looking for the self defence class. Traffic had been a bitch and we were afraid we were going to be late for the class we had been looking forward to since we had signed up.

‘Good! There it is,’ I sighed in relief as I entered. I took a couple of deep breaths and looked around the room. There were about 45 women, almost all of them young, slender, and attractive. There were two or three that were a bit fat, but they too were pretty.

I focused my attention on the self defence teacher. She was young — maybe 23, maybe even younger — blond, tanned. She was in good shape, she was built, like a fitness model with powerful legs and arms. She was wearing a tight army tank top, cutoff blue tight jeans shorts, over the ankle crossfit boots, over the knee army lycra socks. She was displaying her awesome physique. Her arms were incredible,massive biceps, awesome triceps. Her legs were more impressive than her arms. I guessed her to be around 5’-8” height, but in the high-heels she would be 6’-3” .

I was wearing a sexy camouflage pink military seamless stretch racer back tank top, high waisted camouflage leggings with leather accents and motorcycle ultra high heel Camouflage pointed toe platform boots.

Lorena, my friend, was wearing leggings, a long white tank, denim shirt and leopard flats.

Gabriela, another friend, was wearing skinny jeans, light blue shirt, black leather jacket, and white John Foos sneakers.

Martina was wearing dri-fit leggings, running shoes and a shirt. The rest of the class were wearing the same clothes as Martina.

My friends and I watched the mirror marveling at our incredible beauty outfit and strength. At that moment the self defence teacher spoke.

“Good evening, ladies, and welcome to the Self Defence Class. My name is Romina. Tonight, we will watch three Ninja Girls presentations in which they will fight against some men. We will watch a Ninja Girl bust a men’s balls and make them suffer horribly. We will see another Ninja girl perform a slow torture until the men's testicles are reduced to a sobbing lump of flesh. She will be using three different methods and perhaps more. Than we are going to have a class discussion. Then you will have the opportunity to do and practise what you have learned.”

All the students expressed their enthusiasm.

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor grew louder as a ninja girl entered the Dojo. She was wearing a zipper front hooded, leather swimsuit ninja costume. She was using a black pointy bootie showing her long, strong and nice looking girl legs.

"Bring him in," the ninja shouted to the self defence teacher.

“Came in,” said Romina, the self defence instructor.

No sooner had she given the command one body builder male soldier entered the room.He wore gray shorts and a white T-shirt. He was athletic in build and he was the same height as the ninja girl. He was like 29-year-old.

“Fight!!!!” the self defence shouted

The male body builder soldier and the ninja girl circled each other making a few tentative moves but nothing definite. Then the ninja girl was trying to hit the male in his balls with her nunchakus, but she missed.

“I hope this ninja girl breaks his tesitcles” I winked at my friend.

Martina looked at me and smiled. “This will be awesome!”

The male body builder soldier slammed the ninja girl into the wall and grabbed her throat and he started to squeeze it.

"Girl, what're you doing?" I shouted.

“Look at those balls”, I shouted again. “knee those and make them flat as pancakes…” I raised my knee showing what the ninja girl had to do.

Then the ninja girl taking my advice slammed her knee sharply up into the male low-hanging sack.

"Oh yes!" the girl student shouted in a maniacal tone.

The male groaned and slumped to the floor. He could not believe the pain, and he curled up in a ball on the floor. He slowly got back up and rejoined the battle.

“Balls of steel!!! what is happening here ….from that knee his balls must be bursted” Lorena, my friend, shouted with agriness.

After the knee, I looked at his eyes and I saw that now he looked a little less confident as he moved out to face the ninja girl again. He made his move. He attacked her with a USA Football tackle throwing the ninja girl to the floor. While she was in the floor he started to do a strange dance like the Football USA player. All the girls student thought what a stupid guy.

“Yeah, show her!” three chauvinist plumbers shouted, laughing. “Boys are better” They made a win grating laughing.

Then the big muscle soldier got her in a hold, he started to choke her. Desperate to break the hold, the girl brought her over the ankle pointy boot back and it slammed into the nuts. He continued holding her.

Then I looked straight at his eyes and watched no testicle damaged face reaction so I shouted“What the hell---are he continue holding her“ “What is this? “a joke... “Does he have steel eggs or something like that? Or maybe not balls at all?”

I continue watching the male soldier continue holding the ninja girl. So I shook my head and took a few steps back. With a running start, I shouted "Break damn thing..." and I kicked the body builder’s testicles, hitting both of them dead-on with my motorcycle ultra high heel Camouflage pointed toe platform boots, but – once again – the male soldier took it without batting an eye.

“What the hell---“ I looked at the self defence teacher. “What is him? “Then I turned to my friends: Lorena, Martina, Gabriela and I asked them “Does he have any balls?”

My friends did not respond to my question. Then I looked straight to the self defence teacher. Her name was Romina. She put an angry face on me. And then she shouted. “You girl!!!. Now it is not your turn. After the ninja girls demonstrations you are going to show your ball-damaging abilities. But not now!!!. So sit down immediately as the rest of the girls now!!!!!!!!”

I sit down on the dojo floor with angriness watching furiously the unfair fight. I know he was cheating. Something strange must be there. Something rare between his two legs. Then my agriness face turned to a happy, hopeful one when I saw that the male soldier was in too much pain to fight well. The ninja girl didn’t waste any time. She kicked and aimed for the male’s low hanging balls. He was ready, though, and blocked the girl’s well placed kick. Then he tried to grab her leg but she was freed.

"I missed those eggs! Damn it!” shouted the ninja girl. I listened to the girl ninja complain and then I shouted “He is a piece of shit! You know that. Ninja girl!!"

After like five minutes of a boring fight I watched my motorcycle high heel camouflage pointed toe platform boots and I found an issue with my right boot. I checked the pointy toe and I found that it was broken, seriously damaged. And he did not have a ball-pain face at all. Something strange and unfair was happening in the ball-busting dojo. Sorry, the self-defence dojo. Immediately I shouted

“I think we have a cheater” and at the same time I took out my right boot. The one that I used to kick his balls. I stood up and walked towards Romina, the self defence teacher. “Look teacher!!! She broke my pointy toe with his balls!!! It is unfair, it cost me a lot of money.”

Romina inspected my right boot. And then she said ”It felt like you had just kicked a hard metal stick or something like that........mmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhh..........” I waited for some explanation, then I watched my right leg and I saw some bruises on my feet. I was extremely angry. My red nails!!!. I had paid a lot of money for the pedicure. The red paint was imported from Milan and I had paid a lot of Euros for that. Then I shouted “I paid a lot of money for the Self-defence class. And my feets are broken. It hurts a lot. This class is a piece of shit!!!!!!!!!”

The self-defence teacher checked my right boot and saw that the pointy toe was broken.

“Girls” she said “I think we have a cheater” the self-defence teacher added.

“It is what I have been talking to you” I said “That fucking Ramboo is making fun of us” I added.

Then with an angry furious face she took out her two boots. Now the self-defence teacher was barefoot. Then she watched the fight with so much attention. When the Ramboo boy was behind her back she took a little step and kicked the male’s testicles, hitting both of them with her bare right ankle feet. … and...nothing… except a sharp pain in her leg. “It felt like I had just kicked two metal square pool balls''. Then she grabbed her ankle with a pained face “You have a cup. ” she shouted. After hearing that the male soldier threw a left punch at the self defence teacher. He almost hit her square in the face, but his punch was stopped as he looked down to see the ninja girl had landed a boot kick straight into his cup. He bent over a bit and the ninja girl grinned.

“Did she crack it, didn't she?” I asked.

“Nice kick” the self defence teacher smiled. “ “Make sure you kick him as hard as possible right in his balls cup.” she shouted

The ninja girl agreed with the orders and then she grimaced.

I thought that the male soldier looked very worried, he was out of guard. Then the ninja girl threw her boot between the male soldier’s thighs as she had done a thousand times, except this time she didn't miss.

There was a dull thud when the ninja girl boot connected with the male soldier’s crotch, immediately followed by a loud cracking sound and a shrill scream.

“Fuck!” the maled soldier yodeled in a high-pitched voice. “Fuck! My nuts!”

The male soldier doubled over, clutching his crotch and groaning in pain. He pulled out the shattered cup that had broken into three pieces. “Damn, that thing is worthless”, he cried.

“It broke!” I yelled “The fucking cup broke!”

He tried to fix the broken cup. He arranged his dick and balls into the broken cup. Finally, we saw that he had found a comfortable position. “Okay, this will work...”, he said, I thought he said that to give him some hope. Then I watched as the ninja girl took her position in front of the male soldier who was on his knees on the floor. I saw him how he looked at her with a worry and a crying expression in his fearful face.

“Hi boy”, the ninja girl said, smiling bravely. “Now it’s time to kick some balls.” I saw how her thumbs pointed at his crotch. “There is my target and I hope I will give to your testicles my hard super best shot.” Then we paid so much attention to how the ninja girl took a few steps back. Then, with a thunder run she aimed a powerful ninja kick at the soldier's insufficiently protected testicles. I watched so clearly how the tip of her pointy boot landed right in the middle of the hole of the broken cup and I let out a jubilant “Yes! She fucked him”.

The boy was crying and rolling on the Dojo floor. He was grabbing his precious already damaged eggs. Then the ninja girl said “Watch this”, laughed and winked at the self defence teacher. The ninja girl raised her voice “Miss...I am going to take his cup and his thong, please?”

The girls students and I turned our heads and watched as the ninja girl pulled down the boy's Ramboo underwear. The ninja girl left him buck-naked and allowed everyone to get a good look at his magnificent equipment.

I watched the boy's reactions with amusement. My jaw dropped as I stared at the boy’s crotch. “Wow”, I whispered, unconsciously licking my lips. My friend and the girls students were speechless. Then the boy cried with a girly voice causing my friend, me and the rest of the girls students to burst out laughing. I looked at my friends and chuckled.

The ninja girl grinned. “Here’s your thong, bad boy.” She was holding a tiny white speedo that didn’t look like it was able to contain his two big testicles and she said “Sensei here is his cheating cup” She gave to Romina, the self-defence teacher, an iron cup with a deep hole in the middle.

Romina, the self-defence teacher, held the cup up, wiggled it, and addressed the girl's student “ I’m going to show you what happens if a male doesn’t wear a protective cup.” She grimaced. “Trust me, it’s going to be pretty funny”

Romina handed me the cup. “Hold this for a moment, okay?”

“Sure”, I said. I held the cup with both of my hands in front of my body. “Look boy I have you cup” I was humiliating him. Then he looked at me with an angry face. The boy was walking towards me, his idea hurt me and recovered his cup. But I had mine ideas too. So I decided to focus on his male genitalia. He wasn’t wearing any protection now. His dick and the two testicles were out of his jeans. The boot kick had broken his trousers. It looked as if his penis and balls were moving, throbbing in pain. His nuts were big and were hanging. While he was walking towards me with his angry and furious face his testicles were swinging like two big fleshy steaks. My right leg was without my boot. Because I was broken by his metal cup when I kicked his balls the first time. Because of that I decided to use my left leg with mine over the knee pointed boot, I wanted to make sure my aim this time was dead on.

I watched the testicles, chuckling when I noticed a tattoo on his two big balls. It was a cartoon of a hammer and I could read “Balls of steel” I thought his balls would not be broken up easily. The tattoo was pretty well-done. I was thinking of cutting his balls and putting them in my favourite jam bottle glass. Why? The tattoo was amazing and I wanted it.

“When was the last time you have sex?” I asked him.

“Last week”, he said angrily.

I smiled and I humiliated him again saying “Nice. I am going to have big load of your nuts sperm”

“You ar going to pay stupid girl” he said to me

“We are going to see that soon” I said to him.

The boy growled. “You little shit!”

“Shut up, boy”, Martina, one of my best friend, said without looking at him, she stand up and said “I want you balls...You do not need them any more”

The boy was speechless.

Now he was trying to grab me and hit me so hard. He was so angry. I was pretty weak compared to him. He had big arms, big legs, a lot of power and muscles. He was like He-Man without the sword. But with two amazing big eggs. My only hope was to hit his balls. So I had to be so fast, so calm and so clever to aim his balls. I had to hurt his balls and caused a lot of pain. If not he would have energy to hit me.

My friends were giving me some hope. Lorena was standing next to Gabriela and Martina. The three were cheering me on. “Come on Sofí, smash those baby makers! Make him gag on his own spunk! Trash them!”

After hearing that we are going to cut, smash and hurt his balls. Ramboo looked so worried. He was keeping his hands on his two big balls, his abs contracting while he was doing that and he was breathing heavily. He knows that a hit in the balls hurt pretty bad. For us the girl student was pretty funny.

He swung at me and I grabbed his arms. First I moved him from side to side, his eyes fixed on my hanging moving breasts even as he watched carefully his testicles. I had him right where I wanted now! I moved him pretty fast and he had had to spread his legs nice and wide, leaving me with great access!. Then I said “Any girl who want to learn my lessons? I’d love to explain them my techniques.” I kicked his bare testicles high and lifted him from the ground and then kicked my other boot as he was coming down. Crunch!. The I shouted “God I’m glad I’m not a man!

My kicks were as far back as if it was hardly necessary as I wanted to be especially sure his nuts were mushed. I held his arms while I was kicking his balls like twenty times. He was screaming, yelling and crying.The excitement in the room was palpable. Then there was an audible whoosh as my boot sailed through the air, followed by a satisfying, echoing wet splat. My boot collided full force with his swinging sack which promptly exploded open like a pinata. The nut goop sprayed out in both directions for several feet. Then I shouted. “Perfect, that was perfect!”, laughed and exchanged high-fives with my self-defence class friends. The already castrated (no more boy balls) boy soldier sank to the ground, whimpering in pain. I inspected his broken testing, bending, playing with them before looking at the boy and grimacing. “Wow, the testicles are pretty bad quality…”

I continue grabbing the now mushy testicles sack and squeezed, splitting the sack open instantly and letting the mashed balls squirt out.

The boy soldier's eyes rolled in horror and pain and he promptly passed out.

"Oh no you don't, fucking pig!" I shouted.

"Wake him up! Wake him up!" I shouted and then I slapped him more than ten times in his face with my nice good-looking right hand shattering most of his teeth and breaking his jaw. Then he woke up and He cried to me "Please! Please!". I answered “You had broken the right pointy boot of my right boot with your nuts cup!!!!!!!!.Now your testicles are going to suffer for it!!!!!!!!!”

I grabbed his left nut with my hands and I was about to simply rip it off as I had done with my ex-cheater boyfriends. But I had a better idea. I inserted my fingers into the hole made by the pointy boot of my left boot and began to rip and tear the remaining scrotum. The military rambo boy writhed and pleaded, screamed and begged, his head rolling in a desperate effort to pass out and escape the pain. I continued damaging his nut until it eventually started to get softer, and softer ... and softer and softer.

“Stop, please....don’t ! Ahhhhhhh!..... Please stop.” he begged me.

“This is for my right expensive boot that your cup had ruined…” and I kicked his already rubbish ruined balls. And this is for my self-defence class your cup had messed up…” A high-heel boot stomp in his crotch. “And this is for your chauvinist and the ridiculous NFL dancing…” even more high-heel boot stomp were landed. The self-defence girls student had begun to count along with the high-heel boot stomp “five, six, seven…twelve, thirteen…twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four...sixty-five, sixty-six…eighty-one..one hundred...” and so on. “And this is for looking at my swing breast…”

After ten minutes more, I continued pummeling the soldier boy. Several self defence staff women had to pull me off my male victim. Even then, I continued kicking him several times.

As I was handed towels and began wiping my sweat from my body, the women self defence staff began dragging the rambo boy who couldn’t walk out of the Karate Dojo.

I observed the reactions of the women in the self-defence class. Some of them looked stunned. And others appeared to be having a good time. I couldn’t believe how hot I had gotten making the man’s balls being ripped from his body.

The self defence teacher waited a few moments then she asked “Ladies, Do you like how the self defence class is going?”

A woman at the back of the Dojo immediately raised her hand and spoke up. “His testicles were ruined, they were torn off. I knew that and I wanted it to. He was a chauvinist. But it was so real, it was kind of hard to watch....I hated his balls....He cheated on us with his balls cup....but that girl ….that girl....had caused him a lot of pain....I feel.... I feel..... so bad....I want to cry...” and the women cried.