She-Orc's Brutal Fighting

In the forested lands of Braylath was settled an orc tribe. They had raided nearby towns for decades, causing untold strife, misery, and bloodshed.
Among these savage orcs was the daughter of a captured concubine and the chieftain, Hrazba.
From birth the half-orc, Zendra, was treated as little more than a nuisance.
She was not as strong as the full orcs nor as hardy and to top it off she was a girl.
The tribe was fiercely patriarchal. Female orcs were expected to be little more than breeding sows and care givers.
There was one thing Zendra had over the rest of the tribe however and that was her wit.
The girl was keen of mind even from a young age and she always plotted for something greater.
All through her youth she was tormented particularly by the two most promising warriors, Brogg and the large Devgar.
They would hound her with insults and lewd remarks, demeaning her for her sex and her status as a half-breed.
Zendra by all accounts was beautiful for a half-orc, she was tall with dark green skin and thick, matted black hair. She was ample of figure and had wide hips and two very large breasts.
Every orc desired her but she would have nothing to do with them.
The only thing that kept the orcs from ravishing her was her status as a chieftain's daughter, half-breed bastard or not, that much respect was given to her.
Or at least that was until Devgar challenged Hrazba to a duel. Such a thing could not be refused and the two battled for the clan.
In the end Devgar ran Hrazba through with a long and cruel sword. Zendra’s world was crushed that day. Suddenly she could be forced to be a concubine at any time.
It was the day after her father’s death when Devgar and Brogg passed her.
“Look at this fine bitch!” Devgar bellowed and grabbed one of Zendra’s breasts roughly.
The gasp of shock and revolt from the half-orc did nothing to dissuade the new chief.
“I’d love to fill this one up with a couple little soldiers!” Brogg replied and painfully grabbed down on her ass.
“Say, be a good little whore and bring yourself to my tent tonight” Devgar said in a tone that was a clear threat.
The half-orc woman didn’t dare move out of fear of retaliation.
“That’s a good slut!” Growled the large orc as he slapped her pussy.
Zendra winced from the pain as the pair of males walked away laughing in terrible merriment.
Terror first seized the half-orc’s heart but after a the shock faded her fear was replaced by a burning need for revenge.
She was the daughter of a chief and was as well versed in combat as any orc, swift as the wind and strong enough to crush a man’s skull with her bare hands.
The smart woman tapped into that wit of hers and schemed a devious plan, she would take out both Devgar and Brogg and reclaim her clan.
She tended to her duties and then elusive as a shadow began trailing her first victim.
Brogg was perhaps one of the stupidest orcs in all of the clan. He slacked on his duties, drank more than his fair share and generally was worthless in all things not related to bloodshed.
So Zendra watched and waited, patiently watching the idiot go about his uneventful day until she could get him alone.
It came at about mid-day.
Brogg switched to lookout duty at the camp’s outpost.
Naturally he hardly payed attention and lazed about.
Zendra saw many opportunities but waited for a better one, she had one chance to make this right and she needed it to go perfectly.
Suddenly Brogg got up with a start and headed to the bushes.
The half-orc stalked in, quiet as a leopard and peered at the male.

He had his trousers around his legs and his manhood was on full display. There was a steady tinkling sound as Brogg listened to nature’s call.She saw then two large swinging eggs between the orcs legs and remembered moments back to her youth. A den mother explaining to her how boys and girls were different and that males were weak between the legs. The den mother had said it with a smirk and now Zendra shared that smirk. Another memory flashed of her in a rage kicking a brutish bully in the groin in her youth.
He had let out a deathly squeak and fell to the floor defeated, her father had just laughed and called the boy a fool.Now her plan was fully realized.
Zendra took her vengeance quickly, Brogg had just finished making water and she seized more than just the opportunity.
The half-orc ran from her cover in the nearby foliage and shot out her well-toned leg with all her might!
The resounding impact of her thick leather boots crushing Brogg’s large orc nuts could be heard for miles!
The male felt as his egg-shaped jewels were pushed and squished horribly upward! For a brief moment the nuts nearly flattened before rocketing upward and practically back into the orc’s body!
His legs buckled slightly as his brain seemed to be processing the pain, then his hands reached for his stomach as he hunched over. Finally after what seemed like a second or so, Brogg’s legs completely gave out and he fell flat onto his face.Zendra laughed at the pathetic sight, the proud warrior’s ass up in the air and his face flat in the dirt. A low and pathetic groan escaped the downed orc.
Another chance for Zendra.
She backed up a step or so and then charged!
The half-orc gave another kick that any male would be terrified to witness!
Zendra’s foot smacked into the delicate ballbag with such a force that it lifted Brogg’s lower half into the air! The normally green eggs were beginning to turn a deep bruised purple.
When Brogg landed he began to heave for a moment before his hands shakily tried to cover his balls.
Zendra wanted to torment him more! She walked over to the still downed creature and knocked him over on his back.
Brogg couldn’t focus for a moment as the pain throbbed from his groin to his gut and finally to his head!
Eventually his eyes went a little wider,
“Z-zendra…..my...” His normally booming voice had become little more than a kitten-like mewl.
She shut him up with a hammer fist directly to his roughed up orbs!
He gave a high-pitched howl of agony as the edge of Zendra’s fist squashed his sac flat for a moment.
Again his hands went to his battered pearls as he rolled around in pain on the grass.
“You’re what Brogg?” Zendra taunted her voice completely venomous.
Brogg tried to speak but his voice just came out as a whine.
“Your stupid balls?” She punctuated the sentence with a knuckle punch to his groin.
Brogg’s hands barely helped as a defense for his treasured manhood and he swore for a moment one nut had ruptured.
For a brief moment his whole body scrunched up and he tried to go full fetal but Zendra kept him from doing so.
‘I thought that being a male was best in life,” Her voice trailed off tauntingly, “But all I see is a big dangling weakness between your legs.”
A gut-ripping squeeze followed her statement as her fingers began to dig into the orc’s swollen nut meat.
All the orc could do was thrash pathetically and half scream half cough.
Zendra savagely tugged upward on Brogg’s scrotum and the male felt bile fill the back of his throat.
His nut chords began to burn in agony as his ballbag was pulled harder and harder.
Despite the pain, an animalistic instinct made Brogg lift his hips with his balls in a desperate attempt to keep his fertility from being completely destroyed!
“ZENDRA STOP” He managed to roar out though it still sounded choked in agony.
“Confess then,” She said digging her nails further into the spongy orbs, “Confess your inferiority”
Despite the pain, both his pride as an orc and more so his pride as a male kept Brogg’s mouth shut tight.
She released his bulging nutbag from her grip, causing his lower half to smack back into the dirt.
Brogg let out another whimper that seemed to catch in his throat.
Zendra stood and loomed high above him for a moment.
The orc realized her intentions to late and all he could do was shake his head as a plea of mercy.
With a flex of her thigh her foot came rocketing down onto the orc’s plums, squishing them into the ground.
She felt them squirming around, trying desperately to find anyway to escape the crushing pressure.
Zendra shifted her weight around and giggled as the nuts rolled around in their fleshy container.
Brogg thrashed his head against the ground as the agony welled up in his gut.
Then the half-orc began putting all of her weight on the right side of her foot.
Brogg felt his right nut being squeezed harder and harder. His eyes rolled back into his head as the pain became unbearable.
Just a little more, Zendra could feel it wriggling desperately to escape.

SPLURT

The right ball gave out completely, its contents spilling inside the orc’s nutbag.
She poked and prodded the rent nutmeat with her foot until she was sure it was nothing but a pile of goo.
She made a mocking, pouting face, “Looks like no little orcs from this brave soldier anymore.”
Brogg made no remark towards the comment, his head was thrown back and drool was beginning to escape his lips.
“Hey I’m not done with you!” Zendra shouted with a sharp kick to his remaining nut.
It was enough to make the orc stir and sputter in pain.
Brogg through the daze of his mind felt waves of nausea surge into his brain.
His body writhed as the pain flowed back into his waking mind, the burning sensation of his completely flattened nut struck him like a lightning bolt.
“There we goooo” Zendra cooed, “Good morning!”
She finished the sentence with a girlish giggle.
The downed orc just groaned, a deep primal rumble of defeat.
“Sorry, you’re not getting off the hook and neither is this little guy!”
She jabbed a sharp thumbnail at the orc’s swollen, remaining nut!
The orc could hardly register more pain but his body still shuddered in response to the rough treatment of the spongy appendage.
Brogg was taking large and rapid inhales through his mouth, the pain completely taking over his body’s functions.
“When do you think this one will give Brogg?” The sadistic half-orc woman mused.
If Brogg tried to say something it only came out as dazed blubbering.
She wrapped one of her hands around the base of the large orc scrotum and pulled the nut forward so it bulged outward. Then the half-orc clamped her other hand around the now trapped nut and slowly began squeezing it.
She could feel the rubbery plum squirm around in her grasp. The nut bulged in strange directions in a vain attempt to save it from the building pressure.
Brogg’s eyes lay half open, his mouth hanging agape but he had the aura of a corpse about him.
Zendra felt the teste tremble slightly as it’s fleshy walls began to give.
Then in an instant she felt the oval shaped egg splatter in her hand!

SPLAT!

Roughly she dug her fingers into the mushy pile of nut meat, making sure the thing was crushed to goo in its meatbag.

Then she looked at the pathetic figure of Brogg, now with an empty sack and permanently flaccid cock.
With a laugh and toss of her hair the female orc walked away, she had more business to attend to.

* * *

She came in under the guise of night.
It was cold and few stars were shinning.
Devgar was not asleep and when she entered his tent he made no indication of surprise.
“I am due just vengeance for my father, I challenge you for the tribe.” Zendra growled, her tone full of all her fury.
The orc rose and he stood more than half a foot taller than her. He was incredibly broad and every part of his body was covered in thick corded muscle.
His baritone voice filled the room, “You are nothing but a woman and a whelp. Leave now, before I decide I would rather you dead.”
Zendra drew the longsword that hung at her side with a dramatic flourish.
Devgar’s eyes widened for a moment in surprise before it was replaced by a seething anger.
He took up his own weapon, a bastard sword that flashed with a wicked edge.
The flaps of the tent entrance blew in the wind and for a moment everything was still.
Zendra made the first strike, a powerful forward thrust.
Devgar parried the strike and tried to counter with a thrust of his own.
The smaller half-orc dodged out of the way and tried to advance with a flurry of strikes.
Devgar was forced on the defensive and he was surprised at the effort it took to fend of Zendra’s attacks.
With a growl he threw half of his weight behind an overhead swing, twisting his whole body for momentum.
Zendra ducked low as the blade sheared through the tent cloth behind her.
The clever fighter saw her opportunity the and brought the hard pommel of her blade swinging upward into the orc chieftain’s nuts!
The impact sounded out through the room and there was another pause.
A slight whine came from Devgar and he tumbled backwards clutching at his groin.
He had not prepared for such a foul tactic. He felt the pain radiate from his groin into his stomach and he began to feel mildly nauseous.
“Hmm I’m surprised” Zendra said with feigned shock, “No protection.”
The simple taunt earned Devgar’s ire and the bait was successful!
The chieftain gave another roar and swung out with his bastard sword, completely overextending and exposing himself.
Zendra danced around the blade with a graceful fury and used momentum to shove her boot directly into Devgar’s balls!
This time the orc roared in pain but it came out a couple octaves high than normal.
Zendra had to stifle a laugh as she saw water welling up in the ferocious warrior’s eyes.
“You foul bitch!” Devgar bellowed as he reared back for a great overhead swing of his blade.
And Zendra knew the fight was over then and there. She rushed him with a burst of speed he could scarcely have imagined and brought her knee snapping up into his plums!

The air blasted out of Devgar’s lungs with a hiss and his sword slipped from his grasp.
With a great thud the massive orc landed square on his back as his hands went to clutch at his bruised and pummeled balls.
She stood over the larger orc triumphant and slammed her heel down hard on the chief’s squishy groin.
Devgar reeled his head back in another wail of agony.
His whole form heaved up and down with the strain from the sensations his balls were feeling.
Zendra rocked her foot back and forth, shifting her weight around on the spongy nuts.
Devgar squirmed underneath her weight but pathetically could not pull himself from under her.
Moving around just made his nuts burn all the worse and the more his nuts burned the less strength he felt like he had.
Devgar coughed and mustered his greatest bellow but it was clear his torment was getting the best of him.
“You foolish males are all the same.” She punctuated herself with a snap kick, “All balls and no bite”
Something about the way she said that last word made Devgar’s blood run icy cold.
The half-orc bent down and despite his situation Devgar oogled at the slim but ample build of the half-breed.
She slid off his pants which exposed a semi-drooling cock.
Zendra looked at Devgar’s face for a brief moment with a look that said Really? Before grabbing the base of his scrotum.
The orc winced at the treatment of his malehood and watched with baited breath at what the vengeful female would do.
With her other hand she began slapping the bulging oval organs with a savage intensity.
Devgar’s entire body shook with each earth shattering slap.The sound of hard bone smacking against the squishy globes was always followed by a deep inhale from the larger orc.
His vision began to tunnel and he thought he might lose the contents of his stomach.
“Oh no no,” Zendra said, barely audible to the semi-delirious orc, “Can’t have you blacking out just yet.”
She stopped her slapping but began digging her thumb into the orcs nads and swishing them around brutally.
The new wash of white hot nut pain brought the orc back to a state of focus.
When he looked down he saw his nuts starting to change to a darker purple from the physical damage and lack of oxygen.
“Well I’m glad I’m no male” Zendra said with another painful slap straight into the orc’s swollen plums, “Because these things can be kicked, bruised and even crushed”
Devgar’s figure seemed to shrink and he shook his head violently.
“N-no,”
Zendra leaned in while he was speaking and traced her cheek along his thick member “I’ll give you anything even the tribe.”
“Oh I’ll be taking the tribe,” Said Zendra matter-o’-factly, “And these!”
With one swift movement she fit her mouth around Devgar’s brutalized orc-makers.Even just resting on the half-orcs pointy teeth sent fiery shocks of pain through Devgar’s balls and up his spine!She started to bite down and move her head side to side gently.
The piercing pain was like nothing Devgar had ever felt before and he had fought in many many battles.
The pain became a sharp ringing throughout his entire body as he watched in horror for his reproductive future.
Then throwing her head up and using her lower tusk like jaws, Zendra bit through the base of the orc’s nutbag and completely shredded the cords that held Devgar’s nuts.
The sound of ripping flesh could be heard through out the tent.
With a sickening twist and pull of her head, Zendra completely bit off Devgar’s nuts, castrating him.
The orc looked at her, looked at is meatbag hanging gorily from her mouth, gave one more heave and passed out on the ground.
With a bloody and terrible grin, Zendra tied her new found trophy to her belt as a warning to all foes would dare come against her next.
The half-orc gave a mighty roar of victory and she new that she would face no claims to her title as chief for a long, long time.