Paige
By the Femdom Fanatic, driveform26@gmail.com
WWE-star-turned-vigilante decimates a band of robbers


There they were - she watched them through the binoculars. There were five men
rummaging around the jewelry store at the dead of night. It didn't take a
genius to figure out why...

She kept monitoring them for a bit, as they scoped out some gems and
necklaces. They were all wearing your bog standard criminal attire of black
shirts, sweatpants and ski masks. One of them wielded a gun and was barking
out orders - he was pretty obviously their leader. Of the five, all but one of
them was a varying degree of muscled up; one in particular was absolutely
enormous. As for the smaller one, he was noticeably fidgety. Nervous. A young
man, perhaps? He came across as a rookie.

She lowered her lens. While you wouldn't be able to tell in that darkness, she
smirked. Most people would think it suicidal to take on this group. Most would
just call the cops and run... and in the process, likely let them escape.

But most people aren't Paige. A truly unique individual, she looked like some
sort of gothic goddess. Her jetblack hair, boots, shorts and leather jacket
were a stark contrast to her pure white skin.

In truth, she was nowhere near as mean or menacing as she looked. Unless of
course, she spotted you committing a crime...

The youngest of the group abruptly stopped in his tracks and dropped the sack
of loot he was carrying.

"What... what was that?!" he asked, darting his eyes around the room. He was
certain he'd heard footsteps.

"What was what?" asked the largest of the group, a true hulking beast of a
man. Even kneeling down as he was now, he towered over the rest. He was also
incredibly nonchalant as he didn't even bother looking away from the display
case he was pilfering. "We're all alone in here. Relax."

"Stop slacking off over there!" shouted the man with the gun. "And pick those
gems up for Christ's sake, I don't want to be here all night!"

"Yes sir..." the young man quietly responded.

He bent over and grabbed the bag - taking the time to sweep up some of the
pearls that fell out. Just as he finished however, he saw a pair of lengthy
steel-toe boots step up next to the sack. He slowly pulled himself up, looking
up a splendid female form in the process. His eyes rather naturally stopped at
her generous breasts for a moment, before he darted them up to see the face of
Paige.

"I... what... who...?" he sputtered out. His words were soft, he couldn't seem
to find his voice. He gazed into her eyes and became swiftly enchanted.

She gave him a friendly smile and he quickly returned it. She shook her head
and laughed to herself. She almost felt bad about this...

From his nervousness earlier she got the sense he didn't really want to be
there, though in that moment he couldn't have told you where he was anyway. He
was lost gazing at this gothic queen, wondering if she was even real as she
seemed to have stepped right out of his fantasies...

Sadly he was quickly brought back to reality.

With the speed of a lightning bolt, Paige's bared, muscular knee rose into the
rookie robber's crotch. With astounding force, her rock-solid kneecap met his
most sensitive area.

He had no trouble finding his voice now, his anguished wail ringing through
the building as he collapsed to the ground.

This swiftly got the other four men's attention.

"Hey, what the fuck?!" hollered one, who seemed particularly enraged. "That
was my little brother! Leave Gene alone, you skank!"

Infuriated, he bullrushed towards his brother's attacker. Utterly unimpressed,
Paige simply waited until he was within ten feet of her, and then effortlessly
leapfrogged over him. She pushed off his back with her feet, causing him to
tumble facefirst onto the floor.

With a loud grunt of frustration, he scrambled to his feet, and whipped around
to face her - in that very millisecond, her bony knee slammed into his
testicles, an instant replay of what just felled his brother.

He groaned in agony, his teeth clenched, his legs clearly weakening, but he
didn't go down or even cup himself. Instead the pissed off hood tried to throw
a punch, but the pain slowed him down so much it was child's play for Paige to
catch him by the wrist.

She pulls him in close, to the point where their noses were touching. She then
proceeded to ram her solid thigh into his groin once, twice, three times,
gazing into his eyes the whole time to watch as the fight faded from them and
instead turned to terror.

With a chest bump Paige pushed him a few steps away and it was clear he
would've fallen to the ground if not for her firm grip remaining on his
wrists. She rears her leg back as far as it can go, before unleashing a
powerful kick, the steel toe colliding savagely with his balls.

After staying pretty quiet so far, at first out of toughness and then through
sheer shock, the man finally let out an agonized shout as she mercifully
released him, allowing him to slump to the floor, desperately clutching at his
wounded testes.

The outraged bossman shouted, "You're gonna wish you hadn't come here, bitch!"
and pointed his pistol at the pale goddess. With a scoff, she started running
towards him but not in a straight line, basically circling towards him. He
started firing but found she was faster than he could aim, each bullet
narrowly whizzing behind her.

Before he knew it, he was face to face with her. She revelled dearly in the
terror in the man's eyes. His hand shook as he raised his pistol. Casually she
grabbed him by the wrist and yanked it upward, keeping the gun pointed far
away from her.

With her free hand she delivered a swift palm strike to his crotch. That very
instant, involuntarily the man fired his pistol into the air as his whole body
tensed in pain. He was clearly not as tough as the last guy, instantly falling
over onto his back and dropping the gun.

As Paige kicked the pistol across the room, the remaining mid-sized man was
frantically poking at the shoulder of the big brute, who had yet to cease
yanking jewelry from the display case.

"Uh, Victor?! You're supposed to be our heavy hitter... maybe start hitting?!"
the panicking man suggested.

He didn't move a muscle. "I don't do anything the boss doesn't order."

Across the room the bossman groaned, "Argghh are you fucking kidding...? Get
after her, now!"

That was all he needed to hear. He shot to his feet and now his staggering
size was truly on display. He seemed to be nearly ten feet tall and was built
like the Frankenstein monster. In fact he seemed to generally resemble him.
But he was definitely more nimble as he rushed towards Paige, his hulking arms
outstretched.

He tried to squeeze her into a bear hug but she managed quite easily to duck
under them. She took a quick hop backwards before slamming the instep of her
foot between his legs. Kicking him in the crotch actually required quite a
high kick; Paige was nearly half the man's height, her head coming about up to
his stomach. Nonetheless she managed it, and the sound of the blast rang out
throughout the store.

Paige seemed proud of the shot but as she looked up to the man's face, she saw
the slightest wince was his only reaction. He flashed a quiet smirk.

"Huh... that's different." Paige mused. As Victor reached down towards her,
she reared her fist back and shot forward a devastating punch to his balls
instead but again it seemed to have little effect. It didn't even break his
motion as he grabbed her by the shoulders and raised her into the air. He
tossed her up and promptly caught her into a brutal bear hug, squeezing her
ribs.

Paige struggled mightily, wriggling within the goliath's hands. As she groaned
in pain, she opened her eyes to see she was now face to face with the brute.
She reared back as far as she could from this position and launched her own
face forward, headbutting him in the nose. Whilst in proximity, she bit down
onto his lower lip and attempted to tear at it, jerking backwards.

This too seemed to do little damage, as Victor's grin only widened quite
menacingly. "Mmmm, I like you..."

She took notice of this as she released his lip. "...Y-Yeah...?"

As she looked up into his eyes it was apparent that he was staring intently
down her expansive cleave. Unexpectedly, Paige leaned forward and kissed the
goliath. With what little room she had, she slowly licked up the man's neck.
Victor quietly moaned, clearly enjoying himself.

The other man spoke up, "Dude, what are you doing...? Just finish her off!"

"Hush." Victor replied. "The adults are talking..."

Paige smiled through the pain. "Just how, ngh, big are you, hm...?"

She passionately french kissed him as she worked the tip of her boot
downwards. Seeing what she's getting at, Victor lowers her juuuust enough so
she can tap his groin. Gently, she caressed against the front of his pants
until she found his growing cock and rubbed up against it fervently.

The beast succumbed to the beauty, unable to maintain his tight grip as his
arms ever so slightly loosened around the goth queen's lithe body. This proved
enough for Paige to wriggle free to the floor, where she landed on her knees.

From there she let loose a flurry of rapid, lightning quick punches to the
massive man's crotch. He genuinely winced as the succession of blows seemed to
add up.

Nonetheless he calmly reached down towards her, grabbing at her shoulders.
However, she was quite mindful of this... she knew her timing had to be
perfect for what she intended.

At the very same split second that Victor grabbed hold of her, Paige grasped
tightly onto his testicles, one in each hand. The goliath yanked her up with
all his might, forcefully enough to send her into the air; and immediately
howled in agony as his balls nearly flew up with her. The cunning vixen had
managed to use the hulking beasts' considerable strength against him!

This was debilitating enough to double him over. Paige landed on her feet and
resumed her diligent attack, using his testicles as her personal punching bag.
Now they'd been softened up and judging from Victor's increasingly loud groans
her shots were getting progressively more effective.

"Dammit, you stupid horndog... I'm coming!" his partner announced before
running towards her, trying to interrupt the assault. Without even looking,
Paige ducked under his punch and judo tossed him several feet away.

She blasted Victor with a couple more vicious uppercuts to the nuts before
leaping up onto his back, and proceeded to jump from there to get quite a bit
of height before landing her firm, shapely ass onto the back of his head,
driving him face-first onto the floor. This successfully knocked out the big
man.

Paige sprang to her feet, staring down the last unbusted mook as he scrambled
his way up. She was beaming with confidence after conquering that mountain of
a man, reaching forward and gesturing for the crook to bring it on.

"Come on honey. What are you waiting for?" she taunted. "Afraid I'll destroy
you like I did the rest of your friends?"

"Tch... you think you're so tough, huh?" he spat. "Dirty fighting bitch... all
you do is go after the balls. Anyone can do that, it doesn't prove shit! You
aren't strong... you're no fighter!"

She couldn't help but laugh. "Oh sweetie, is that really what you think...?
That's adorable, love."

"It's the truth! If any of us were wearing a cup you'd be dead by now!" he
argued. "A chick like you would never win a fight against a man without going
low!"

She snickered. "Okay, stud... if it bothers you so much, I'll happily take you
down without a single low blow. How about that? Your pathetic little nuts are
off-limits until I've beaten you!"

"Hmph... really? And I'm supposed to take your word for it?" he asked.
"...Well hell, what have I got to lose..."

Paige assumed a fighting stance, her fists up. He came in tentatively, making
sure to keep one hand close to his groin; it was clear he didn't trust her.

She just waited for him to strike. The second his fist was out, she evaded it,
grabbed his arm and hit him with another Judo Throw. This time she had the
concentration to get particularly deep into it, thrusting her beautiful
backside directly into his crotch as she threw him over her head. He landed
solidly on his back with Paige still holding onto his arm.

She bent down and gave him a friendly little wave, smirking as it was clear
from the look on his face he had little idea of what just happened. Paige
proceeded to raise her powerful leg, bent at the knee, before stomping
directly onto his face. Repeatedly her leather boot came down onto his nose
and cheeks as he struggled.

After toying with him a bit she released him and took a few steps back as he
scrambled to his feet. She bent over and again gestured for him to bring it.
The man wiped a bit of blood from his mouth as he tried to ignore her
tantalizing cleavage on full display at the moment.

He quickly closed the gap between the two and started swinging. Paige's smile
didn't leave her pretty face as she ducked and dodged out of the way with the
greatest of ease. After backing up to avoid an uppercut, she reached in
towards the man's face... and gave him a mocking fingerflick right between his
eyes.

"Raaagh! Stupid cunt, get serious!" he growled before firing another uppercut,
this time directed at the woman's stomach. Effortlessly Paige caught his
oncoming fist. With a simple twist she turned it upward, and the man ended up
on his knees howling in pain.

"Hmph... that's a good look for you down there." she remarked.

The vicious vixen proceeded to rear her leg back, before blasting him right in
the face with her powerful knee. He flew backwards and would've certainly
ended spread eagle on the floor if not for her tight grip on his knuckles. She
pulled him back in by the fist and rocketed her knee once more into his
bruising face. He shot back once more and fell limp; from this position on his
knees his body was starting to bend over backwards.

Seeing a lovely opportunity, Paige decided to finish that job. With a short
hop, she landed crotch-first on his face, driving his body into an unnatural
position. He couldn't help but howl in agony as his legs, his back and his
neck all found themselves stretched beyond their limits.

Paige seemed to enjoy the feeling, savoring the vibration from his muffled
screams against her womanhood. She bounced up and down on his face, just
having fun exerting her dominance, even flexing a little just to rub it in,
not that he could tell.

After riding his face for another moment or two, she crawled off him,
ever-so-deliberately grinding her crotch all the way across his face in the
process. On her feet again, Paige just folded her arms and watched bemusedly
as the man slowly unfolded himself and awkwardly picked himself up off the
floor.

As he stumbled his way upright, his face was flushed with fury and shame in
equal measure. Seething, he snapped, "How... dare you... treat me that way?!"

"Hey, you should be thanking me! I could've stayed there all night if I wanted
to!" Paige noted with a chuckle. "I decided to give you a chance to keep on
fighting! You're welcome, sweetie..."

He was clearly feeling the effects of that stretch, trying to adjust his neck
and shake the strain from his legs. His temper long since lost, he rushed her
again as soon as the feeling returned to his legs.

Paige rolled her eyes as she casually ducked under another sweeping heymaker,
and countered with a quick one-two to each of his cheeks. These were stinging
but definitely not delivered with full force. He seemed to be able to tell,
and that just infuriated him further.

His next uppercut missed by a mile and she responded with one of her own,
blasting him right in the gut with a rising shot that doubled him over in an
instant. With a short hop backwards, she unleashed a mid-air snap kick,
blasting him in the forehead with her steel toe. The hood damn near got
whiplash as the force took him directly to his back.

The vixen bent over, clapping mockingly. "Come on buddy, you can do it, get
up! Get up and fight, you can still win this, I'm certain!"

He pounded his fist against the floor in frustration before picking himself up
again. With a snarl he aimed a kick at Paige's ribs. With one hand she caught
his leg by the shin. She actually yawned at how easy that was, the fight was
clearly beginning to bore her.

The man was quite vulnerable, hopping on one foot, vainly trying to swat at
the goth goddess who he of course utterly failed to touch. With her free hand,
Paige slapped the taste out of his mouth. She meant it just to rub in the
humiliation, but the strike nonetheless rang out through the building.

The crook grit his teeth, trying desperately not to show his pain. Paige
noticed this and followed up with a brutal backhand to his opposite cheek. He
tried his hardest but couldn't keep from eeking out a hilarious high pitched,
"...Owwwwwww..."

Paige couldn't help but cackle boisterously, openly pointing and laughing at
the man's plight.

"Raauugh, GODDAMN YOU!" he shouted, frantically but uselessly struggling, his
leg still firmly caught in her hand. She didn't relent, slapping him time and
again, getting him with her palm and backhand over and over in one endless
motion for what must've felt like half an hour.

When she finally stopped, the moaning man's vision had significantly blurred.
He blinked rapidly, trying to see the superheroine before him. Slowly his
sight faded back in, allowing him to witness her flipping him off.

Once she saw him register it on his face, she moved like a bolt of lightning
driving her elbow into the man's prone thigh. He howled in anguish, trying to
pull away but Paige refused to release his leg. She hold it out tight as she
ruthlessly drove her elbow down again, and then a third time.

Upon the final impact she let go, letting him fall to a knee desperately
clutching his wounded limb. Paige smirked. "There you go, back in your natural
position... but y'know, you can always get lower..."

She rose up her powerful leg bent at the knee, and fired her foot down onto
the back of his head, slamming his face into the floor. With her fists on her
hips in a proud pose, she ground down onto him like she was putting out a
cigarette. As he was pressed tightly against the hardwood, his muffled voice
cried out, "I... hate... you...!"

Paige bent down with a hand to her ear. "Oh, I'm sorry can you repeat that...?
I can't quite hear you from down there..."

She did hear something else however, a bit of groaning from behind her. The
vivacious destroyer turned to see the second man she took out - with four
knees and a vicious kick to his groin. He was still cupping his injured balls
but he seemed to finally be stirring, raising his head from the floor.

Paige, perhaps begrudgingly stepped off her current victim, turning and
running towards the slowly rising man. He turned his head and his eyes went
wide with terror when he saw her rapid approach, her breasts bouncing madly
along with her increasingly swift stride. After closing the gap she blasted
him right in the face with her instep, a brutal punt that rocked his head
backwards. He fell back to the floor, out like a light.

She turned back to see the man she'd been fighting struggling his way up. In
truth he had thought long and hard about just staying down and it showed on
his face. But he hesitantly put his fists up once again.

Paige shook her head. "I think it's time to finish you..."

She once again started running, coming right for him. As she neared, he
nervously backed up a few steps, unable to fight his fear. "G-Get away!" he
shouted, swinging wildly in her general direction as she got within a couple
of feet of him.

She didn't even have to try to dodge that one, instead zipping to his side.
Paige proceeded to wrap her arms around his waist, easily lifting him into the
air and slamming him onto his back - a back suplex as those in her industry
called it. She deliberately landed with one leg beneath him. Before he was
even done screaming in pain, she took her other leg over and began squeezing
him in a brutal body scissor, her powerful legs crushing his ribs.

His bloodcurdling scream echoed through the store. Paige pushed off the floor
with her hands, lifting her body a few inches up to put more pressure onto his
torso. "Having fun yet?!" she howled, her muscular legs packed with feminine
power crushing the hapless hoodlum.

"S-...Stop! Stop... please...!" he moaned between involuntary gasps of
anguish.

"Oh what's that? You want me to stop...?" she asked. "I'm sorry, are you
saying you're giving up? Are you saying that... I've beaten you?"

"Y-YES!" he shouted. "I-I quit, I quit... please l-let me... go!"

Paige's pretty face twists in faux confusion. "Well, now that's strange...
because I could've sworn that, a chick like me could never beat a man without
going low... and correct me if I'm wrong but, I don't believe I've touched
your little balls! Not even once!"

"Urrggghhh I was wrong! I was wrong, okay?!" he struggled to say.
"P-Pleeeaase... you've won, you've won!"

"But how?" she asked. Suddenly she dropped the pretense and squeezed even
tighter. Ignoring his increasingly loud, pathetic wails, she continued, "Tell
me! How did I beat you?! Why was I able to take you down so easily?!"

"AAAAAGGHHH, B-BECAUSE... ugh, because you're st-stronger... than me..." was
his choked response. "B-Because you're... A BETTER... FIGHTER! Rrrraaghhh...!"

Paige gave him one last ridiculously tight clench before letting him go. He
clutched his aching ribs, coughing helplessly whilst rolling around on the
floor. That is until Paige stepped between his legs and put a boot to his
chest, ensuring that he stayed pinned down on his back.

"Now you understand..." she started, reaching down, grabbing his ankles and
raising his legs up into the shape of a V. His eyes went wide; he knew what
was about to happen but his body was too crippled with agony to do much about
it.

Paige looked him dead in the eye as she continued, "...I don't bust balls
because I need to... "

Slowly, ever so slowly she raised her foot off his chest and let it loom
perilously a few feet above his crotch. His mouth opened to try and beg her
off, but he couldn't get any sound to come out.

"...I bust balls because I want to." she declared, before bringing her boot
down with all her considerable might, directly at the apex of his spread legs.
With a sickening crunch she stomped his balls without a shred of mercy, her
heel burying itself deeply into his crotch.

He gasped violently, trying desperately to scream but he seems unable to; the
air entirely leaving his lungs in a loud wheeze. Paige just stood there, arms
crossed, propping up her generous breasts, watching him quiver in sheer
torturous pain.

The crook looked up at her with a pathetic expression, sobbing, "Kn-knock me
out...! I don't w-want... to be conscious... f-for this...!"

Paige's beautiful beaming smile sent shivers down his spine. She let him
wallow for a little longer before hopping on top of him, mounting the
hoodlum's torso. She reared back her fist, aimed at his face... but then she
opened her palm and slapped it down onto his groin, pushing violently against
his ravaged testes.

With another hideous scream, his head jerked up off the floor in reaction;
Paige caught him mid-motion with an elbow that mercifully put him down, out
cold.

All the lackeys seemingly dealt with, Paige strode over to find the boss
again. Surprisingly he wasn't far from where she left him. He was crawling at
a snail's pace as every movement seemed to reignite the pain in his testicles.
He'd move a little and then spend a good minute cupping his crotch.

"Wow... one little palm strike and you're down and out this long?" she
chuckled. "Goodness me, you must have a particularly weak manhood. Like, the
weakest of any I've ever struck, and that accounts for a lot of balls! Hrm...
do you perhaps think that's connected to size at all?"

"Fuck you." the boss spat back at her.

The femme fatale's only response to this was flashing a lovely smile before
grabbing his wrists and forcibly prying his hands from his crotch. She singled
out both of his middle fingers, gripping them tight. In one quick brutal
motion she bent them backwards, snapping his fingers with a loud crack. An
inhuman screech escaped the man's lips as he laid his hands on either side of
his head, obviously unsure of how to even cope with this injury.

Of course now, his crotch was entirely exposed...

To capitalize on this, all Paige had to do was walk forward, stepping directly
onto his testicles. His scream was loud and immediate, and only increased in
volume when she went to take another step... and then never did, simply
balancing on one leg planted firmly in his groin, letting all of her weight
bear down solely on his balls.

The man bent upwards to futilely grasp at her ankle, and in reaction Paige
shot her opposite foot down, stomping down brutally against his throat. With
quite impressive balance, she effectively used his body as a surfboard.
Repeatedly she bounded up and down, bearing down brutally, one boot digging
into his particularly tender testicles, the other choking the life out of him.

Paige was so focused on piling on the man's misery, she almost didn't hear the
clicking noise to her left. She turned to see a surprising sight. The young
man she started this assault with, who apparently was named Gene, stood there.

In his trembling hands was the bosses' pistol.

"G-... G-Get off of him... get out of here!" he stuttered. "Just... leave us
alone!"

She didn't say anything, she merely stared at him, her expression unreadable,
her feet continuing the head honcho's torture.

"I mean it!" the boy eeked out. "D-Don't make me..."

He trailed off, seemingly unable to finish that sentence. His grip on the
pistol seemed to loosen. Paige slowly reached out towards him, still not
stepping off her human balance beam.

Swiftly he tightened his grip, aiming it as steady as he could muster between
her striking, dark eyes. "No! Don't do it, I... I don't, I don't want to hurt
you..."

Gently, she rested her hand on his shoulder. With a gasp, his shaking stopped.
Calmly, Paige replied, "I know you don't, sweetie."

After a tense moment of silence - save for the constant choked groaning of the
boss under Paige's boot heels - the meek man slowly lowered his gun.

"I... I never wanted to be a part of all this." Gene murmured. His eyes were
welling up as he explained, "My big brother pushed me into it, and I... just
didn't want to let him down. But I... I don't want to be a criminal..."

Paige gave his shoulder a consoling pat, before bringing it down his arm and
grasping the gun. He didn't resist as she took it from him and removed the
bullets from the chamber before tossing it aside.

Again, standing on the bossman's neck and nuts the whole time.

"Ge... ne! You... p-puss...!" escaped from his throttled windpipe.

"S-Sorry boss... I just don't, really know what to do..." he replied, his
shoulders slumped. He looked up at Paige with tears streaming down his face.
"...Take me out however you want... I deserve it."

After a bit of consideration, a sweet smile emerged on the vicious
ballbuster's beautiful face. Much to Gene's confusion, she unsnapped the two
buttons on her leather jacket that weren't already undone by default so as to
show off her expansive cleavage. She then reached up into it by behind and
unzipped the vest she wore underneath.

Gene's jaw dropped as she pulled it off - she wasn't wearing a bra underneath
so the open jacket now just barely hid her nipples. He stared dumbfounded at
her stunningly huge bust as she stepped off the boss; removing the boot from
his throat first and making sure to take a moment to again balance on one
foot, putting her full weight on his brutalized balls before stepping
face-to-face with Gene.

His mouth agape, he uttered, "Wha...?" but that's all that came out. Just like
at the start of the night, it seemed his words had left him.

Tenderly, she put her hands to his shoulders and guided him to the floor,
naturally to absolutely no resistance. His breathing started to rapidly
accelerate as he watched her crawling seductively up his body. She straddled
his stomach and teasingly ran her hands around the folds of her jacket...
before ripping it open in a flourish, unleashing her enormous, immaculate,
jiggling breasts.

Gene let out a sheer holler of shock, utterly unable to believe his eyes.
Slowly a big dumb smile formed on his anxious face. Paige returned it in kind
as she gently lowered her titanic tits onto his face. In an instant they
enveloped his entire senses; he couldn't even hear the deafening screams of
agony from the boss just a few feet away.

The young man had never had an experience anything like this before; his sex
life hadn't exactly started until now. As she slowly swayed from side to side,
caressing his face with her lovely pillowy mounds, he began to moan quietly...
and then progressively loudly. Paige recognized these sounds well and giggled
to herself as she bounced her bosoms against the cheeks of her sex starved
little pet.

His groans, muffled beneath her mammoth mammories intensified until he was
outright screaming betwixt her tits. His pelvis began spasming involuntarily
as he came powerfully in his pants.

After that his entire body stopped moving, he was entirely relaxed in this
position, smothered by her bountiful breasts. Thoroughly, happily, he
submitted to Paige. They stayed like that for several minutes.

In that meantime, Paige reached into her pocket and pulled out a cellphone.
She called 9-1-1 and let the police know of the robbery attempt. In her
account, Gene stopped the robbery and was knocked out in the process. She also
somehow managed to convince them to ignore the boss' constant howling of anger
and anguish.

Once she completed the call, she grabbed at Gene's wrist. She lifted his arm
and then let go of it; the limb promptly fell to the floor. She rightfully
took this as confirmation that he had passed out beneath her bosoms and gently
rose up. He was out for the night, a huge smile stuck on his face.

As she stood up, the bossman's now particularly raspy, damaged voice piped up
behind her. "What... the hell is this shit...? I get my fingers snapped... and
my nuts crushed... and the life choked from me..."

He took a moment to cough, nearly hacking up a lung. "...and that little...
son of a bitch... just gets your big fat tits in his face?! What kind of...
justice is this... that should've been me!"

After buttoning her jacket back up, she turned to face him quizzically. "Are
you... being serious right now?" she asked. "You think you just, deserve some
time with my breasts?"

"Ohh you don't know... the half of it..." he grumbled. "Back at the home I
got... a harem of whores... girls that my boys have uh, hand-picked off the
streets... and at the start of each month, they take turns sucking my huge
dick!"

Paige cocked her head, puzzled and a bit aghast at this outburst.

He just kept on going, "Yeah... that's right and, and the best one gets the
privilege of being my personal sex toy the whole month! And the worst... the
worst one gets to be my punching bag until she learns how to please a man!
Hahah... ahahahah..."

The leatherclad crimefighter took a moment to find her words, before replying
with, "...Why... literally why would you tell me that? Do you, actively want
to be castrated?"

"You've made it pretty clear... you're gonna ruin me no matter what..." was
his reply. "So fuck it. I might as well tell you the truth. And the truth
is... no matter what you do, you're not gonna change my mind about a woman's
place... it's on her knees in front of a powerful man! You're no different...
one day we're gonna find you, mark my words. We're gonna... gonna strap you
down, and torture your sweet ass! And by the time we're through, you'll be
begging for the chance to throw your tits in my face!"

Paige took a deep breath, before calmly reaching into the little satchel at
her hip. She pulled out a pair of handcuffs and stepped over to him. He
would've tried to move if he could, but the pain was much too debilitating for
that. She grabbed him by the lapel and yanked him up, forcing him to stand. He
struggled fruitlessly as she snapped the cuffs on him.

With a violent shove, she forced him against the wall. She grabbed him tightly
by the shoulders. The silent, eerie serene demeanor was swiftly zapped away;
with an eardrum shattering "HYAAAH!" she blasted him in the face with a
crippling headbutt, shattering his nose in an instant. Before he could even
begin to express this pain, she launched her knee like a rocket into his
brutalized testicles.

Mid-horrific scream, Paige dragged him by the shirt and tossed him on top of a
display case. It cracked on impact, nearly shattering it entirely as he
bounced off it and landed on the floor. As he groaned, wordlessly the
destructive beauty walked around the case. She grabbed him by the hair and
again pulled him to his feet.

A brutal uppercut to his chin, a thrust kick to his gut, a chop to his neck.
He tried his hardest to fall, but she caught him, grabbing onto the back of
his suit jacket. She yanked him back up to his feet. She slowly, deliberately
drew her leg back, letting him see the next one coming, intently watching the
rising terror and regret in his eyes that he can't even express in his current
state.

He saw it in slow motion as her steel toed boot came hurdling into his
battered balls. A quiet, desperate wail barely escaped from his throat before
she stomped her foot back down.

"No... I can top that one!" she shouts through fiercely grit teeth, clutching
onto his shoulders, digging her fingers in deeply. She put everything she had
into the next kick, her foot rushing out as though it were shot out of a
cannon as it crashed into his crotch. The kick was delivered with such force,
it lifted him off the ground - for a few seconds, his body was held up in the
air via her boot in his balls.

Paige let him fall to his knees and watched as he screamed until his ravaged
voice was entirely shot. She knelt down and looked him right in the eyes,
intensity burning in her own.

"...And that's what I was going to give you before you talked all that shit."
she growled. "Now we start your real punishment..."

Tears streamed down his face as he assuredly began to regret every decision
he'd ever made in his life that led him to this.

Paige again grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up before shoving him onto
his back on the display case. She grabbed him around the waist of his pants
and stripped it and his boxers away in one fluid motion.

She pauses for a moment to gaze at his bare genitals, his nuts now
horrifically swollen from the abuse. After staring at his dick for a few
seconds, she turned to look him in the eye. She brings up her hand, her index
finger and thumb less than an inch apart, letting him know without a word what
she thought of his cock.

With that established, she went back to her satchel and pulled out a length of
rope. When she looked up she saw him protecting his devastated nuts with his
hands. She proceeded to launch a lengthy series of vile elbows into his
stomach until he found himself wheezing and could no longer fight his instinct
to clutch the fresh wound.

The very moment his balls become unprotected, she grasped them tightly in a
vicelike grip. Taking them both in her hand, she squeezed them with all her
might. Through grit teeth, she yelled out, "You make girls worship your
useless manhood?! Huh?! I bet blowjobs would be a lot better if your dick was
long enough to deepthroat you little fuck!"

She tied the rope tightly around his wounded testicles. She fed the rope
underneath and through to the opposite side of the case, then tied the other
side tightly around his neck. She grabbed both ends of the rope and wrenched
back, tightening both at once. By the time she let go, it was stuck in place,
pulling at both sides; choking him and threatening to rip his balls off at the
same time.

By this point tears were his only possible reaction to anything.

"Still think this was worth it, huh?! Still think there's no difference?!" she
shouted as she crawled underneath the case. She grabbed the rope, which clung
tightly to the bottom due to how little slack there was. She pulled it down,
putting even more pressure on his neck and genitals. And then it got truly
torturous, as she wrapped her arms and legs around it, putting her whole body
weight down on the rope.

The pain put him far beyond his threshold; he finally blacked out from lack of
oxygen and sheer agony. After a few more moments of wrenching Paige came back
up to check on him.

"Oh no. No mercy for you." she declared, pulling out a packet of smelling salt
from that ever more devious satchel. "You're staying awake for this."

She opened it up and emptied it directly into his nostrils, violently forcing
him awake.

"Sorry for the rude awakening love, but I really think a man should know the
exact moment when he lost his balls..." she coldly growled. Menacingly she
stepped over to the other end of the case, forcing him to dread every last
second.

She took his balls, bruised and swollen beyond recognition, into her hand, and
squeezed along where the rope was, making them bulge out against their sac
even tighter. She reared her fist back and launched a devastating punch that
nailed them both.

Against all odds a pathetic high pitched squeak of despair finally came out of
his destroyed throat. Unfortunately for him, this was just the warm-up. Her
grip tightened even further...

"No more blowjobs for you, fuckface." she announced before launching a savage
headbutt into his balls, making sure that the very crown of her head made the
contact. And before he could even register this pain, she blasted him again,
and again and again. She unleashed a seemingly endless flurry of wicked,
sinister headbutts into his groin, perhaps the hardest part of her body
crushing what was easily the softest part of his.

By the time she finally stopped, they were finished. His testicles were
obliterated beyond repair. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks as he was
delirious with pain. The severe, hellish anguish reached an even higher peak
than before but the salt up his nose heightened his senses to the point that
unconsciousness refused to come and save him this time.

Paige climbed up onto the display case and gave him the same seductive crawl
treatment that Gene received, a cruel mockery to his cock that will never
again be erect. She straddled his bruised ribs and ripped her jacket open,
once again letting loose her robust bust.

"You wanted these, right? Huh? Is this what you wanted?!" she shouted before
administering what can only be called a vicious tit smother, roughly grinding
her bodacious breasts into his face. Mightily she swung her shoulders side to
side, smacking him in the face with them repeatedly. She grabbed them and used
them as weapons, slamming them time and again, surprisingly painfully into his
face.

As she finished burying her stiff nipples into his eyes, she finally started
to catch her breath, her womanly chest heaving. It was then that red and blue
lights begun flashing across her. She glanced over at the store's entrance to
see the police had arrived outside.

"...Suppose that's as good a cue as any."

She gave her final victim one last titty smack, before climbing off of him and
grabbing her vest. She had no time to put it on though, she didn't even bother
buttoning up her jacket.

Her breasts jiggled and swung as free as the wind as she rushed out into the
night from whence she came...

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