Distraction and deception! 😲 (part 2)

 While the two boys were given some time out to recover on the bench in the rear of the dojo, Linda now quietly told us about the following activity: 

“With this little game, I want to test your ability to apply the principles of distraction and deception. You split into two teams, each with one boy. The goal is to execute as many shots to the testicles as possible, each being a different technique. The team with the most scored successful hits wins. Look, there is a nice prize waiting for the winning team,” she pointed at the luxury chocolate bar, placed on the table next to the entrance.

It was not difficult to plan our strategy

“Remember, this isn’t about brute force, but about using your wits and acting quickly and decisively. Just be responsible—no full-force strikes or going overboard, as you rascals often do. I don’t want to see anyone get hurt.” Linda looked at us with a stern expression so we would understand she meant it and continued, “So, Susanne, Ana, and Wendy will form one team, and Tania, Emma, and Rebeca will form the other one. Now, move to opposite corners of the dojo. I give you five minutes to plan your strategy, but don't overthink it! In real, often tense situations, you should be able to adapt and improvise. The game begins as soon as your assigned boy joins you. Is it clear?” We all nodded to her explanation of the rules.  

Once the three of us moved to our designated spot, we drafted our tactics quite quickly. We unanimously agreed that the safest approach is to play on the young man's ego, his sexual drives, including visual erotic stimuli, and his inability to multitask, and finally to act out of his sight. We anticipated that not everything would go as intended, so some quick and creative adjustments might be necessary.

After five minutes, she called the two poor, unsuspecting guys. They reluctantly put down their smartphones and got to their feet, still a bit limping from Linda’s harsh treatment. She told them to join one of the teams in the corners of the dojo to help the ladies with some workout exercises, and that the instructions would be given directly by them, as she just needed to fill out some forms right away.

I was glad we got Bob. I got the impression that he was a bit naïve and more gullible than Peter, making him a perfect subject to apply our skills and eventually win this little competition. Once he joined us, he looked at us inquiringly. Susanne explained to him that Linda just wanted him to show us some push-ups and sit-ups because, as always, she is continuously dissatisfied with our fitness. And that we need a good trainer.

Using visual erotic stimuli helped us
to get Bob where we wanted

“You have been working out hard lately, haven’t you?” Ana took the floor and complimented Bob’s physique as her hand slowly slipped under his T-shirt to reach bare skin, gently probing the well-shaped young man's torso. At the same time, we all assumed inconspicuous strategic positions around him.

“It is better to demonstrate the exercises bare-chested, don’t you think? Don’t be shy, young man,  show us your nice pecs and six-pack,” Ana lured him.

“And in return we show you something too...," I added, lifting my sports bra slightly so that only the bottom of my breasts was visible, giving him a brief glimpse but no more.

Playing on his male pride as well as the prospects of some ‘tit sighting’, convinced him in no time. He started taking his T-shirt off.  The moment it cuffed his hands and blocked his vision, we unleashed our deadly sequence!

I stood in front of him, which allowed me to strike him between his strong thighs with a knee immediately. I measured the force just right to make contact with the squishy package and make him feel it, but not crippling him. The betrayed boy cursed badly, immediately pulled his T-shirt back, and covered his crotch, staring at me with a mix of anguish and anger.

Our trickery worked, making Bob vulnerable

Suddenly, a loud cry of pain came from the other corner. It was Peter's testicles being busted this time by the opposing team. Confused, Bob instinctively looked in that direction. Ana took advantage of his momentary distraction and quickly pantsed him! She managed to pull both the shorts and boxers swiftly down to his knees, exposing his genitals. We had already seen him completely naked before, but his natural instinct was to pull his garments back up. This required a bit of bending and squatting, inevitably exposing the back of his scrotum, which Ana used as a convenient target, jabbing it with a sharp finger beak. The move is more of an attention-getter than a dangerous technique, but it still makes a strong statement.

He swung his hands back to protect his sensitive asset from any further attack, which, however, exposed his still naked, freely dangling testicles to a frontal strike from me. I swiftly kick-scooped the little bag containing fragile jewels with my toes, which made a funny slapping sound. He was clearly in pain and discomfort, but as he started to realize what was happening, he regained his composure, leaned against the wall, and cupped his anguished groin with his hands to guard it from any further surprise beating.

Susanne stepped in. “Stop it! Enough…you could have hurt him, fools!”

She then stood next to him, gently caressed his blond curly hair, and looked deeply into his blue eyes with the sympathy of a young medic. Yet, I believe some mischief was also evident in her expression, but luckily, that was the signal he could not decode. 

"May I check?" Susanne whispered into his ear, but actually did not expect any answer. She was very believable, and given her more reasonable and responsible character, Bob did not protest at all. Her hand went expertly under his gym shorts with the intention of checking for any palpable signs of testicular trauma.

A sharp, heart-wrenching yelp of pain broke the idyll.  

“And squeeze!” Susanne exclaimed with satisfaction. The time she spent squeezing the soft, juicy lemon was clearly longer than necessary, clearly enjoying the moment of accomplishment before letting go.

Bob was now on the floor, wriggling uncontrollably like a disturbed worm, nothing like the fit and confident lad he had been just a moment before. What was more hurtful, the hard and skilled squeeze of Susanne, or being so stupidly deceived and tricked? Bob was looking up at us with despair and contempt, like a dog that had lost faith in its owner. And we all looked down on him with malicious thoughts, thinking the game wasn't over yet, and pondering how to use the remaining many other testicle techniques.

Luckily for the boys, they were saved by the bell. Suddenly, we heard a loud order, “Ladies, time's up!”  Linda stood in the center of the dojo and made a cross with her hands, symbolizing the end of the exercise and the boys' ordeal.

An explosion of giggles, cheerful high fives, and joyful celebration erupted. Ana immediately asked the other team. “How many?”

“Three! Punch, knee, and an expert TK-chop!” replied Emma.

“We got four! Knee, beak jab, scoop kick, and squeeze! And all landed well,” she pointed at defeated Bob and raised her hand in a victory pose. “We won!"

We enjoyed the sweet prize for the winning team 

Both teams rejoined, and with great zeal, shared their tricks and successes, forgetting completely about the two young guys left behind on the floor, still in a fetal position, anxiously protecting their sensitive parts, absolutely determined not to fall for any more dirty tricks. I felt a little sorry for them. Not only were their testicles aching, but their ego was also severely bruised from being outsmarted by their female teammates so easily.

Linda, listening to us brag about our smarts, was again visibly pleased that we had understood the concept correctly and performed well on the assignment. Deception and distraction are indeed powerful psychological tools of self-defense for women, especially when combined with the vulnerability of testicles. Not only did I really like that she taught us such important lessons, but we also had some fun along the way.  The chocolate was great BTW…