ADDITIONAL TAGS : Big Boobed Ninja Brat, Stealthy Ballbusting, Threats To Testicles, Crushing Multiple Weak Balls, Hand To Hand, Ninjutsu Arts, Ballbusting Lesson, No Remorse For Broken Balls…
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There exists a handpicked unit of elite intelligence operatives who use exceptional and mystical skills called Ninjutsu…
Even now in the modern day they lurk in the shadows to fight evil. They are the last line of defense against the supernatural and the clandestine.
They fight a secret war with ancient arts, weapons, dirty tricks, and bleeding-edge tech. They’re Ninjas. Warriors and Spies Of The Underworld…
“—Shit man, that was Kyle and Todd on the other end. They said she’s past the guys on the 12th floor already! She’s heading up here next Jason. We gotta tell the boss—Awhhh!!”
CRUUUNCH!
“Yes. Let’s tell the boss. Together.”
Nikki Hiyori Quill knows no bounds when it comes to being a stealthy ballbusting bitch. Despite being a 5’7”, top heavy, beauty that’s filled with pure, unadulterated, trouble. Her hot ginger orange hair, usually tied into cute hairstyles like her two practical ponytails, is a wild mess of strands that have escaped their bindings to make her look like a short haired witch.
But they hardly stand out like the twenty-two year old’s glowing ice blue eyes and ballbreaking legs…
“Ouuuuuhhhh!”
Scotty, the trembling mook with a small dick and dressed in a charcoal suit that cost more than his first car, finds himself suddenly incapable of maintaining his professional composure as the delicate ninja girl grips him by his collar and scrambles his marbles into his throat.
All with one blow.
T-There’s just no way?! I didn’t even hear her s-sneak up on me!
“My Balls!!”
His jaw practically unhinges and his mouth hangs open in a silent, slack-jawed vacuum. He instinctively crosses his legs inward, shrinking his posture as if trying to make himself an even smaller target but it’s no use. She’s already crushed the fight out of him.
“Don’t get back up. Or I’ll knee them harder next time.”
“Ohhhhhkayyy!”
Her threat is a command beneath her black Shinobi mask she has pulled up to hide her pink lips and freckly nose. Jason turns to see his pal dropping to his face to leave a ninja babe eyeing him down.
“Oh fuck, Scotty’s down! Don! Send up more backup before the bitch gets to the Boss!”
He’s quick to tap his radio comms in his ear to warn others. Big mistake.
“Come on then! I ain’t scared.”
“…you should be after doing something stupid like that.”
Jason is a different breed of a henchman. Wider in the shoulders, with a jagged scar carving a path across his left cheek and a pair of mirrored aviators that hide his eyes but doesn’t mask his disdain. He sees the chaos unfolding behind her eyes and decides that brute force is the most efficient solution.
He’d been one of the few guards briefed on these "Elite Operatives" from the boss himself. But the briefing hadn't mentioned that they looked like this!
“Let’s go then!”
Pulling a switchblade from his back pocket, he twirls it around in the air but it doesn’t steady his nerves back to steel.
“Sigh, can we please not do all this? I have a test I have to get back to and you’re really, just prolonging the inevitable. Especially since it’s your sugar daddy Nico who I’m after anyway. Not any of you nutless losers. So step aside. Or I’ll make this hurt.”
Nikki is a mindfuck of contradictions. Between the bratty mouth and the fierce eyes, she’s wearing a sleeveless gray zip-up vest that looks like it had been scavenged from a tactical gear sale, paired with matching baggy pants with multiple loose belts and pockets that seemed designed for agility and survival. However, it’s the gaps in her attire (The strategic windows of black fishnets clinging to her squishy pink skin and thick curves) that truly derails Jason’s train of thought.
“Nah. Not going to happen tits…”
The sheer physicality of her body, combined with the devastatingly feminine silhouette emphasized by the tight vest and deep cleavage leaves his monkey brain momentarily paralyzed.
What the hell? She’s just a little girl…Is she really a…threat?
“…olay. I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. And I’ll ask you one last time. Move. Or you’ll end up like your buddy.”
She points to Scotty who moans back in response, not wanting her to go for his little nuts again.
“Unless you want to know what your balls taste like? Spread your legs and I’ll make it quick.”
The zipper of Nikki’s vest has surrendered long ago, losing the battle against the sheer girth of her heavy E cups. It clings stubbornly to her torso, but the top few inches remain stubbornly open, unable to bridge the gap. The result is a precarious spill of pale, soft titty skin, pushed upward by the tight fabric and barely contained by the strategic crisscross of black fishnets that acted more like a suggestion than a barrier.
Every time she shifts her weight or takes a breath, the fabric strains, threatening to give way entirely and leave the "professional" attire in ruins.
“Pfft, every bitch’s a comedian these days. You’re not getting past me though. Not without working for it!”
Nikki doesn’t seem to notice her attire problem, or perhaps she simply doesn’t care. She shifts her hips, the baggy pants swishing with a rhythmic stance that keeps Jason’s eyes locked in a state of confused panic. She looks less like a government operative and more like someone who had wandered out of a high-fashion riot.
“That’s what you think. Don’t cry and say I didn’t warn you.”
Pivoting on a dime, Nikki’s ninja movements become a blur of ginger hair and gray fabric as she launches herself toward the horny man to close the distance. Jason steps forward too, winding up a heavy, meat-hook of a stab punch designed to put her through a drywall and into a grave.
“Die!”
He’s surprisingly fast, but Nikki’s no average girl. Just as the punch reaches its apex, she intercepts with her left hand. Her small, pale palm snaps shut around his fist with a reinforced grip, halting his momentum mid-air and twisting the blade sideways.
For a heartbeat, they’re locked in an intimate embrace of upclose violence. A dance not many come from unscathed. Then, with a sharp exhale, Nikki delivers a lightning-fast karate chop directly to the underside of his wrist!
“Ha!”
SNAP
The sound is like a dry branch breaking under a boot. Jason’s slight confidence vanishes and is replaced by a wide-eyed realization of agony as his knife hand collapses at an unnatural angle.
“Hhh! Damnit!”
Nikki doesn’t give the big guy a chance to process the failed attack. While he’s still reeling she shifts her center of gravity with a sudden drop to her knees, bringing her head level with his belt. She coils her girl strength and unleashes a ballcracking, explosive, rabbit punch.
WHAM
A short, hammer-like drive of her knuckles that bypasses the bulk of his thigh and punches straight upward into Jason’s hanging nutsack!
“Nutjustu!”
“Oh My God!”
Nikki’s intentional nutshot is an emasculating breakdown that resonates through them both. She drives her fist upward in a corkscrewing motion, focusing the entirety of her kinetic energy into a single, pinpoint coordinate: the left testicle.
KRRAK!
It’s a masterclass in one of the many Nutjutsu techniques. The ballbusting art of singular targeting. While a broad strike causes general distress, focusing the trauma on one side of the scrotum creates a devastating neurological imbalance. The brain, suddenly overwhelmed by a localized surge of agony, triggers an immediate, systemic, shutdown.
Nutjutsu #177: A Proper Ninja Girls Always Goes For A Particular Nut When Bashing In A Delicate Set.
Jason gasps a pathetic sound that forces all the air to leave his lungs. His eyes roll back behind his shades and his body folds like a piece of cheap equipment. He collapses sideways, his shoulder hitting the carpet with a heavy thud as he curls into a fetal position. Then, the crying comes.
“Ouuuhhhh!!! My nut! My Nutttt!”
It’s a high-pitched, guttural wail that sounds more like a wounded bitch boy than a security professional. He clutches himself with his one good hand as his face turns a sickly shade of green, a wave of genuine nausea washes over him as the "singular focus" technique sends shockwaves of sickness through his gut.
“Told you.”
Nikki wouldn’t call herself a prodigy but being a young specialist in the arts beyond the standards and being fast-tracked to active duty before passing her drivers test was like riding a bike. She was one of the best of the best, and she was already sprinting down a hallway carpeted in garish, corporate blue. Her slender footsteps are silent on the plush fibers.
Flipping out a silver kunai, cool and familiar, it becomes a natural extension of her right hand as the air in the skyscraper’s upper level, a place of glass and steel and bad guys in expensive suits, hums with the quiet violence. It’s a world away from the hallowed, quiet dojos of Nikki’s Academy, but the principles are still the same.
Ninjas hold no mercy.
DING
“There she is! Get her!”
The first suited man from the elevator lungs with a serrated blade whistling through the space her head had occupied a microsecond before. Nikki flows as she slips beneath his swinging arm.
PAK! THUMP!
Swinging her wrist into the man’s neck, she makes him choke on spit and then using her own big boob’s momentum to carry her forward, Nikki swings her legs and scissors them to spin on her heel, her left leg scything out to catch his ankles. He goes down hard, the wind knocked from him in a grunt before she smashes her heel into his scrotum and twists—!
Pop!!!
“Auuuguuhuh!!!”
And she’s already moving to the next idiot. A shorter Asian man comes at her from the side, his movements stiff and sadly predictable. He kicks out and she parries with a bent knee and a her own heel kick into his small chest.
“Oof!”
He’s an Amateur.
He runs back in and swings a blind left jab covered in rings and she parries it with the flat of her kunai, the clang of metal on flesh-and-bones rings out. She uses the deflection to spin again, a blur of gray booby motion, and swings her strong leg up into a high, brutal, gonad flattening kick that connects with his ballbag and turns his orbs into goop.
SQULCH!
“AIIII!!!” He stumbles back, screeching behind clenched teeth.
FWOOSH
Two hidden guards from a conference room on her right catch her by surprise though. They don’t stumble out like the others. They materialize, stepping through the glass walls themselves as if the solid screen was nothing more than a curtain of smoke.
Nikki's instincts scream and she leaps back, kunai raised, but she’s a half-second too slow. The first man, Luthor, gaunt and pale with hollow eyes, presses his palms together in a sharp clap. His first fingers twist into a seal and his voice becomes a guttural rasp that doesn’t sound entirely human.
"Kage no Yaiba...Kuroken." Shadow Blade. Black Sword.
The shadows around his right hand reshape themselves as they bled off the walls, the floor, the ceiling, pooling into his palm like liquid midnight. The darkness solidifies with a wet, sucking sound, elongating into a curved blade that seeks to chop Nikki’s head off.
“Shit that’s cool…”
The second man, Raph, was moving too. He was stockier, shorter and neater hair, with his suit jacket bulging with muscle that shouldn't have fit in a corporate dress code. He bites his thumb, drawing blood, and smears it across his left leg while chanting in a language that predates written history.
"Jigoku no Honō...Midori-en." Hellfire. Green Flames.
His left leg erupts in green flames. Not the warm orange of a campfire, but a sickly, virulent green that smells like sulfur and burning rot. The fire doesn’t burn his pants. It clings to his flesh like it belonged there, licking up his calf, his thigh, his knee. When he swings the leg forward, the flames trail behind it like a comet's tail
Nikki's eyes widened. Underworld arts. The forbidden techniques are not allowed to be used for self interests. Especially the ones that come from deals with things that live in the spaces between realities.
These aren’t ordinary operatives. These were practitioners of the dark paths…
But so was she.
Even though she doesn’t look it, Nikki’s a master of the underworld’s ways. She walks the shadowed corridors of the Hikawa lake Academy's deepest sublevels. She’s learned from scrolls written in blood on skin. She has made her own quiet bargains.
The green-flame kick was coming for her ribs. The shadow blade was arcing toward her throat. So Nikki twists midair. Her body corkscrews, her spine bending at an angle that should have snapped it, especially with boobs the size of hers, but her legs scissor out in opposite directions.
BAM
Her left heel catches Luthor in the temple and her right heel connects with the Raph man's jaw.
“Fuckin—”
“Cunt!”
“Filthy mouths. My girls will teach you two some manners.”
She lands in a crouch and her palms slam together. Her fingers fly through quick, twisting, seals. She didn't need to chant. The words have been burned into her Chi pathways years ago.
Suiton: Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu. Water Style: Water Clone Technique.
The air grows heavy with swirling moisture as two perfect replicas of Nikki shimmer into existence, water coalescing from the humidity of the climate-controlled building, their eyes as sharp and cold as their creator's. They don’t wait for orders. They just surge forward like a tide.
“You’re dead now!”
The shadow-blade ninja recovers first, swinging his corrupted weapon in a wide arc. The clones split, one ducking under the blade while the other vaults over it.
“Huh!? Whuugghh!”
The first Nikki clone drives a spinning back kick into his ribs as the second clone catches him with a roundhouse to the kidney!
“Bwahh!!”
They’re able to fight on their own?!
Luthor chokes from both sides, shocked by the amount of force that surges in the water girls. They move in perfect synchronization, a deadly dance of kicks and twisting knuckles he can’t keep up with from both sides.
“Get out of there you moron!”
The green Raph tries to intercept, his burning kick carving through the air. But the real Nikki launches herself into a superhuman front flip, her hands catching the floor for a split second before she springs off and over Raph’s shoulders. He watches with an open jaw as Nikki lands and throws a devastating toe kick beneath Luthor’s unguarded danglers!
Ruining his unprepared testicles against his pelvis from an angle he couldn’t have seen coming.
CRUNCH—CRUNCH!
She nails both of his nads head on without mercy and his head snaps back, preparing to let out a girly scream as his shadow blade dissolves into wisps of darkness.
“Oh God—!”
She doesn’t give him time.
As the two clones hold him in place, Nikki’s hand shoots out, fingers tangling in his greasy hair. She twists, using his own momentum against him, and slams his skull into the wall. The plaster cracks and the wall shakes. He slumps, unconscious and heavy with bruised balls.
Nikki didn't particularly care though.
“Get the other one.” She orders herselves, looking at the worried Raph who gets into a stance as Nikki’s water clones run in like a duo.
Dumb brat! Doesn’t she know fire always wins against water releases?
He swings a flaming fist, and the first clone flows around it like, well, water, to slam her palm into his nose. It happens so fast the blood from his nose obscures the second clone’s kick in the back of his opposite knee, making him stumble off balance.
“Ughh! You’re pissing me off!”
He throws an outlined kick of hot flames but they only singe the shoulder of one of the water girls. He then tries to grab her but his steaming fingers pass through her watery form, and she reforms behind him to drive a sperm killing fist into the sensitive backs of his saggy balls.
KRRRK!
He didn’t stand a chance.
“Nutjutsu, ball boy.”
“Auuuuhhh!”
Raph gasps as he hears Nikki’s watery giggle as his stomach turns into a bottomless pit of agony. A sharp, white-hot pain rips through his stomach and up into his spine. Then the clones burst into steam.
POOF!
It happened in an instant. One moment they’re solid, pummeling the poor guy from all sides. The next, they evaporate, leaving nothing but a cloud of scalding mist that envelopes him, blinding him, searing his teary eyes.
Through that mist comes the real Nikki.
She's running full tilt, her shoes pounding the blue carpet, her body low to the ground. The flame ninja raises his arms to block, but he’s too slow, too disoriented. Nikki grits her teeth and launches her nut bursting knee forward with all her strength, crashing the top of her thigh into Raph’s thick nuts!
CRUUUNCH!!!
”Awwhhhh! My Balls!!”
She squishes both of his testicles flat, her bony knee swallowing his entire manhood with its devastating impact and lifting him clear off his feet.
“You…crushed…my balls!!!”
Ralph gargles as he curls around Nikki’s leg and lets out a shrill cry of manly agony. His entire world collapses around him. He actually feels it. He felt his proud balls become dinner plates…
“Yup. That’s my specialty. Here’s one more…”
“N-NO! No No NO!”
“Sleep tight.”
Jumping up, Nikki launches herself into the air and kicks both legs out hard, driving her feet directly into his already demolished manhood with a dropkick.
The impact is thunderous.
BOOM!!!
He flies backward, his ballsack and bent cock folding around her boots like paper. The green flames flicker and die as he crashes through the conference room door, splintering the wood, and skidding across the polished table inside.
He doesn’t get up after that…
“Good try. When it’s your boss’s turn, I’ll tell him your balls were the hardest to break.”