And then two men appear from the Sears Tower, the second tallest building in Chicago. One of them was on the chubby side with flat brown hair and beady eyes behind thin glasses. His name was Henry Thomas. The other one was tall and lanky. His name was Robert Holden. Both of them wore black suits with dark gray ties over white buttoned shirts.

They walked down the street, slowly, tense. Their eyes darted back and forth from window to window, expecting to see the worst emerge from any alley. Then Robert laughed.

Henry asked, "What's so funny?"

"Us!" Robert exclaimed. "It's bad enough that we're out past curfew, and now we're expecting to get mugged?"

Henry relaxed. "Good point Robert. We'll make it back home in no time flat."

Robert mentioned, "And we do have the authorization."

Henry nodded to that. They walked along, slowly now, chatting, without a single clue that they were being watched.

There tends to be a relationship of sorts between the hunter and the prey, whether the prey pays heed of the hunter or not. The relationship is simple. It begins with a slow and careful stalking, where the hunter watches and waits. Then the hunter appears.

Henry and Robert froze when they saw Allissa emerge from around the corner. She was something they didn't expect, couldn't have expected. She flipped from behind the next building, vaulting from her hands to her feet and back again to stop in front of them with her hands on her hips and her legs spread apart.

For a moment all they could do was stare; she was dressed far too provocatively not to. She wore a denim skirt that was far too short, not even covering up her shaved pussy. She had cut holes into her sports bra for her nipples. Her face was painted white, her lips a bright red. Her black hair fells in curls around her face. All of that was standing in a pair of white heels.

Robert declared, "I don't know what you're doing out here, but it's past curfew."

She asked, "You're out here, too."

Henry pulled a slip of paper from his pocket. "We have authorization. Do you?"

She shook her head. "Does it really matter?"

"What do you want?"

"Well, me and my friends would like to have a little fun with you."

Robert was about to ask where her friends were when he heard the dull clacking of high heels against sidewalk. He and Henry turned to see two women approaching, dressed just like Allissa. One of them also had black hair, cut short. Her name was Linda. The other one had blonde hair, straight and longer than Allissa's. Her name was Erica.

Allissa announced, "Allow me to introduce ourselves. My name is Allissa Darling."

Erica followed, "My name is Erica Darling."

"And my name is Linda Darling," Linda finished.

"How quaint," Henry commented. "What do you want?"

Allissa walked over to him and slipped her arm around his shoulder. She grinned and said, "Why, dear boy, we're here to have fun! With you! Don't you want to have fun with us?"

He pushed her off of him and began to walk away defiantly when he spotted the slight bit of movement in the corner of his eye. And then he felt it, a kick between his legs slammed hard into his balls. For a moment it seemed as if time had stopped, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, he couldn't feel. The pain rushed in when time started again, from his balls to his gut. He held his crotch and tumbled towards the wall.

As for the mystery, it was Linda with a jump and a front kick. Erica had seen her friend take initiative towards Henry so she moved to Robert, to grab him before the shock wore over. She spun him around, held onto him for support and swung her knee up into his balls. He doubled over and fell to the ground, unconscious at her feet.

Erica slapped her pussy and ran a finger down the slit. She leaned over and ran the finger across the man's forehead. "Well, that wasn't so hard."

Allissa looked over at Henry, who seemed to be crawling away the best he could while still holding onto his balls. "He's still trying to get away. It's not like we're done yet."

"Allow me," Linda said. She walked past the two of them to catch up with Henry. He was still holding onto his crotch so she walked past him and waited for him to notice her. When he did he stopped and slowly looked up, past her long legs, her pussy that looked very wet, to see her towering over him. "Going somewhere?"

The first kick hit him right in the mouth, knocking him back on his ass. He let go of his crotch, so she stepped forward and stomped his balls once, twice, three times. The pain was too much. He knew he had to get away, but he couldn't get up. The pain was just far too much, and he blacked out.

With a wave of her hand Erica exclaimed, "See, that wasn't so hard at all."

Allissa shrugged. "Sure, but that doesn't mean they're going to move very easily. Drag them to the wall."

They dragged Henry and Robert to the wall of the building, the both of them moaning in pain as they did. Erica sat Henry up against the wall and spread his legs. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, and then pulled down his breifs. Linda did the same with Robert.

Allissa squatted between Henry's open legs, reached over and held his balls in the palm of her hand. She bounced his balls lightly, waiting for him to wake up. When he did he instinctively moved his hand towards his balls to hold on to them. She slapped his hand away and punched him in the balls, forcing out a painful cry. She bounced his balls, waiting for the cry to die down.

"I suppose you're wondering why we're doing this."

"Yes...why?"

"Well you should really know. I told you we wanted to have fun. This is our way of having fun." She punched him in the balls again. He tried to push her away with the little strength he had left. Erica kicked his arm back to his side and she punched him in the balls a third time.

Linda explained, "This is what happens when you forget, and this is what happens when you try to touch me or my friends. You get a punch in the nuts. Or a kick. Or a squeeze. It doesn't really matter, it all equates to something bludgeoning your nuts and causing you insurmountable pain. It almost doesn't matter how hard we hit those little buggers of yours, but you should expect the worst."

Allissa continued, "I have to admit, though this has been fun, we do have ulterior motives. You two get to be a message. It's too bad for your friend, he won't know why he had to suffer." She looked over at Robert and said, "Linda, why don't you take care of him before he wakes up?"

Linda grinned and all Henry could do was watch as Linda stand between Robert's legs.

She lifted her knee against her chest and the dropped her foot, driving the heel of her shoe into Robert's balls. She mashed them again and again, even after Robert woke up. She mashed them until there was nothing but the bits and pieces sticking to her shoes. He passed out again.

Erica exclaimed, "And that's what we're going to do to you."

For a moment Henry tried to get off the ground, he had to get away. He didn't even move from his spot when Allissa closed her fist around his balls and squeezed hard. She tapped against his forehead and said, "Hello? You there? I've got you by the balls, you're not going anywhere." She gave him a sharp squeeze and said, "Just take it!"

Henry was whimpering by the time she went back to bouncing his sore nuts in her hand again. "You still with me?" she asked. "Say something if you're still with me."

"Please...mercy..."

She grinned. "Good, I was thinking you'd pass out again. Like I said, this isn't all about fun and games. When me and my friends get back home, then it'll be about fun and games. Right now, it isn't."

Erica explained, "You see, we're just here to fix the system. The system thinks it needs men. It gives them rights. Privileges."

Linda continued, "The thing is, you're not really needed. You're weak. You know what makes you weak?"

He shook his head.

Allissa gave off a malicious smile and then squeezed his balls with everything she had. When his balls popped, the sound seemed to echo off the buildings and down the streets, and then he passed out.